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browniesarethebest · 4 months

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Like Brothers Part 2

A Reverse Batfamily Fic

Summary: Dick continues to try to be like his brothers. This can result in both positive and negative feelings.

Jason read a lot of books, Dick noted.

His older brother didn’t seem to discriminate between what he read either. It felt like every time Dick saw him, he had a new book in his hand. Dick noted everything from Goosebumps, to YA novels, to more of what Jason called “the classics.”

Dick had read a few of the books that he had seen Jason with at some point, like Magic Treehouse and Nancy Drew, but Dick wasn’t sure what the appeal was of the bigger books that Jason read. They looked pretty boring, with no pictures and fancy words. But Jason seemed to enjoy them, so maybe they were fun?

He had overheard Alfred telling Bruce that Dick needed a hobby other than being Robin. Reading was a hobby, wasn’t it? Maybe he should see what all the fuss was about.

There was just one problem.

“Jay? What does ‘chastised’ mean?”

Dick stared up at his brother and pointed at the word in his book. Normally, Dick would go to Tim for questions about English words, but Jason was the expert at reading, so maybe he should have been going to his youngest older brother all along.

Jason glanced away from his homework and over at Dick, eyebrows shooting up in surprise to see the book he was reading last week in his younger brother’s hand. “Uh, to scold someone.”

“What does ‘scold’ mean?”

“Uh…basically telling someone that what they just did or said was bad.”

“Ohhh! Okay! Thanks, Jay!” Dick ran in for a quick hug before skipping away, nose buried in the book.

Jason blinked, momentarily forgetting his homework as he stared after Dick. He preened to himself after a moment, realizing that Dick had come to him for a question. Dick was unaware (or at least they believed he was unaware), but there was an ongoing competition between his siblings for who the youngest went to the most each month for advice or questions or comfort after a nightmare. Usually, Damian or Tim would be in the lead, but it seems like Jason might start moving up the board.

Jason grinned to himself and turned back to his homework. This would definitely be something to rub in Tim’s face later.

Later came a lot sooner than Jason expected.

“Jay? What does ‘in-num-ray-bil’ mean?”

Quiet enveloped the living room as all chatter ceased. Tim’s head turned so fast from where he had been talking to Steph that Jason swore he heard something crack. Jason opened his mouth to answer, a smirk growing on his parted lips as he looked at Tim when said brother interrupted.

“Do you mean ‘innumerable,’ Dick? It means that there’s too many to count.”

Dick frowned at the teen. “I was asking Jay, Timmy. It’s rude to interrupt.”

Steph barked out a laugh before clapping a hand over her mouth. Cass, who sat next to her on the couch, smacked her shoulder in admonishment, though she too was fighting to keep a smile off her face. Even Damian’s lips twitched. It was always entertaining to see Timothy being knocked down a peg.

Tim was gobsmacked. “Um, right…Sorry, Dick.”

“Sorry, Jason.”

Now, Tim was gritting his teeth. “Right. Sorry, Jason.”

“You’re forgiven.” Jason shot Tim a smirk and turned to Dick. “It’s pronounced ‘innumerable’ and it means that there’s too many to count.”

Even Damian, who was sitting in an armchair with a book, couldn’t help but snort. Stephanie’s hand was the only thing keeping Tim on the couch.

“Thanks, Jay!” Dick said brightly. He went over to Damian and crawled into the man’s lap to continue reading his book. The older man rolled his eyes but said nothing.

Jason could feel Tim’s glare and knew that he’d be answering for the supposed transgression in training, but it was totally worth it.

He stuck his tongue out at Tim for good measure, though.

And that was how it went for the next couple of weeks. Dick would go to Jason to ask him a question about a word or phrase, and Jason would answer, shooting Tim a smirk or grin if the teen was in the room too. If he wasn’t, Jason would text him about it. He could tell it was getting under Tim’s skin, and Jason was taking great pleasure in it.

One night, Jason saw Tim leaving Dick’s room. Jason opened his mouth to make another jab when he noticed the dejected look on Tim’s face. His head and shoulders were hanging lower as well, and Jason frowned. “Tim?”

Jason saw Tim tense, but the older boy did not stop and continued walking back to his room. “Not now, Jason.”

Jason followed after him. “No, seriously. What’s wrong? Is something wrong with Dick?”

“I don’t know. Is there?” Jason faltered as Tim turned a glare towards him. “You two seem to be BFFs recently.”

“What?”

Tim let out a harsh breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Dick stopped asking me to read to him before bed. He said something about needing to read alone.” He sent another glare Jason’s way. “Did you say something? I don’t know what I did to you, but you didn’t have to turn Dick against me—”

“Whoa, what? I didn’t do anything!” Jason felt a pang in his chest at being accused by his brother and took an involuntary step back.

“No? Then why is he suddenly going to you all the time for help with words? I’m the one that’s been helping him with his English. He used to come to me for that. He used to ask me to read to him at night, but he started without me tonight, and it’s—it’s like he wants nothing to do with me anymore.”

“Maybe he’s just getting older?”

“No. He goes to you now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts asking you to read to him.” Tim let out another harsh sigh and stalked off, throwing back, “Just…leave me alone.”

Jason stood in the hall, watching Tim storm away. Tears pricked at his eyes, never having been chastised like that by his older brother. Did Tim hate him now?

This wasn’t fun anymore. Jason needed to find out what was going on with Dick. He knew he didn’t start whatever this was, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to get blamed for it.

Jason peeked his head into Dick’s room and found his younger brother sitting up in bed, reading the latest Warrior Cats book that Tim had previously been reading to him. Dick looked up and beamed when he saw Jason.

“Jay! Perfect! What’s a rah-vine?”

Jason gave a hesitant smile back and walked into the room, sitting next Dick on his bed. “It’s pronounced ‘rah-veen’, and it’s like a valley with really tall cliffs on either side of it.”

“Oh! Thanks, Jay!”

Dick went back to reading. Jason watched him for a moment, biting his lip. Finally, he spoke up, “Dick, if you’re struggling with these words, it might be easier to step down a bit and then work your way back up.”

Dick looked up, blinking in confusion. “What?”

“You’re always asking about what words mean. I’m really happy that you’re trying to learn and reading lots of books, but it’s not so fun to read when you don’t know what words mean, you know?”

“Oh.” Dick looked back down, hiding his face as much as he could with his hair. He refused to look at Jason as he asked, “Is it really annoying?”

“What?” Jason leaned back in shock. “No! Of course not! I just know that reading was never fun for me when I didn’t know what was going on.”

“But you’re always reading! You always know what’s going on!”

A lightbulb went off in Jason’s head. “Is that why you’ve been asking me instead of Tim about words? Because I read a lot?”

Dick still did not look at Jason as he nodded. Jason sighed and wrapped an arm around his younger brother.

“I know you didn’t mean to, Dickie, but you’ve made Tim pretty sad.”

Dick’s head shot up in shock, tears springing to his eyes at the thought of upsetting one of his siblings. “What?”

Jason nodded. “Yeah. He’s been pretty sad that you’re not asking him stuff and don’t want to read with him anymore. To be honest, he thinks I did something, so if you could clear that up that’d be cool.”

Dick’s lip wobbled, and he threw himself into his brother’s arms. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I just—I just wanted to be like you. You’re always reading stuff, and I wanted to see what was so interesting about reading by yourself.”

Jason felt his heart skip a beat at his brother’s words, and he pulled the boy into a tighter hug. No one had ever really looked up to Jason before. There never really was anyone around to do so. He felt his chest warm and a smile form on his face as he rested his cheek against Dick’s hair.

“Thanks, Dickie. But you don’t have to do all the stuff I do to be like me. Besides, being like me is super cool, but it’s even cooler to be like you.”

Jason felt Dick’s head shift as the boy moved to look up at him. “You mean it?”

“Totally.”

Dick rested his head against Jason’s chest. “Okay. Reading can be kinda boring anyway, especially when it’s alone.”

Jason shifted Dick so that they were facing each other, still loosely holding the boy in a hug. “Why don’t you ask Timmy to read to you? I know he was real excited to get to the end with you.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dick replied, nodding. I wanna say sorry too.” Dick leaned in once more to give his brother another hug before grabbing his book and running out of the room. “Thanks, Jay!”

Jason smiled, satisfied that he had fixed the situation.

Tim would later come to him and apologize for being so harsh to him. Jason would forgive him, of course—he would have been pretty upset too—and they would come to an agreement about helping Dick.

Not before Jason got his revenge with an epic prank, of course. But that was a story for another day.

#my fic #reverse batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #robin #reverse batfamily au #reverse robins #reverse robins au #stephanie brown #damian wayne #batman #batman fic #batfamily fic #richard grayson

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horsechestnut · 8 months

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The dichotomy between Jason dying because he disobeyed Batman and Stephanie dying specifically because she was trying to follow his rules is so good, and yet so under utilized.

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msfcatlover · 7 months

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(yeah, it’s reverse!robins)

Damian: “Richard. As you are getting older, there is something we need to discuss.”

Dick, age 15: “Uhhh, if this is The Talk, I already got it.”

Damian: “…It’s not, but that’s good to know.”

Damian: “No, you are rapidly approaching the age where most of us graduated from our childhood mantles and set out to forge our own independent identities. No one will take your current mantle away, of course, but it is likely people will expect you to be brainstorming where you want to go next in your life. If you have any plans, costume ideas, or names in mind. That sort of thing.”

Damian: “Any of us would be happy to help you workshop future identities if you would like to. I just need you to promise me one thing.”

Dick, leaning forwards in his chair: “What is it?”

Damian, with a haunted look in his eyes: “If Timothy says he has name suggestions, light them on fire and run.”

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ky-landfill · 8 months

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#fic rec #Absolution by Miles_2_go #robin age reversal #jason todd #damian wayne #older damian #big brother guilt prime angst #darker themes beware #need more recs of this trope #batbros #batfamily #batman #baby jason #reverse robin au

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sheiyavlad · 2 years

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Haven't posted in a minute. First had no inspiration, then got really sick and now my i have to go to the hospital soonish :|

art will slow down even more, sorry for that.

Anyway! Here is baby jason as an angry little brother for damian. He turned out so cute omg.

Dick Grayson - Conner Kent - Kara Danvers - Tim Drake

#fanart #dc #damian wayne #robin #damian #batman #Red Hood #Jason todd #batfamily #batfam #Dick grayson #nightwing #age reversal au #Bat bros are good brothers #If you don't look too closely

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the-booty-crusader · 4 months

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AU multiverse mixing is fun!

(Older Timothy holding a little Dami and Dickie :3)

Based on my fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48823366/chapters/123163240

#tim drake #dc #red robin #timothy drake #tim drake wayne #batfam #batman #batfamily #robin #fanart #damian wayne #dick grayson #talon dick grayson #reverse robins #batfam au

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melucomarket · 4 months

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Not Jason helping out his lil bro with his stubborn, unconventional approach to getting the cookies from the top cabinet

#reverse robins #jason todd #dick grayson #batboys #batfam #dc fanart #dc batman #batfamily #dc robin #robin #reverse robin au #older Jason todd #youngest sibling dick Grayson #silly doodle

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thevoidisscreamingbackatyou · 1 month

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reverse robins au's are so fun as a tim stan

like,,, the potential??? amazing

tim as jj? damian being raised by bruce from a young age? bruce not being as nice to tim as he couldve still b/c tim wouldve went up to HIM, likely while the wound of damian leaving(bc him and dick have the same anger issues fr) rather than bruce finding jason.

and then if tim was presumed dead, youd have a sweet street kid and damian trying to bond(and failing) and just

so much potential fhsjnfsj

(we cant forget about dick just straight up being adorable and like the entire family being hit with baby fjskfnsk)

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spider-jaysart · 11 months

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My first ever drawing for this au

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missbluesunflowersstuff · 2 months

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In a reverse Robin, I was thinking about Bruce and Damian's situation being a little more painful - you know when Damian died and came back (Duke is the first and Damian is the second) , instead of blaming Bruce for not being avenged, Damian is cold and hurt, distant and the reason is more "why didn't you stop them from bringing me back? You knew they could do it, so why didn't you take care to stop it? Why you allow them to bring me back?!"

#dc comics #damian wayne #batfamily #reverse robin au #reverse robin

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browniesarethebest · 1 year

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Father's Day

A Reverse Batfamily Fic

Summary: It's Dick's first Father's Day without his family.

Dick had thought Mother’s Day had been difficult, but Father’s Day proved to be an even bigger challenge for him.

At least with Mother’s Day, he didn’t have any guilt about replacing his mami. Sure, he had given his card to Selina, but he only saw her about once a week or so. He considered her a mother figure, but he did not yet consider her Mom.

Father’s Day was a different matter.

Dick didn’t want to replace his tati. He loved his parents more than life itself, and he still had a difficult time wrapping his mind around the fact that he would never see them again, though months had passed since their murder.

But…

He couldn’t deny the feelings that were brewing the longer he stayed at Wayne Manor. He couldn’t deny the joy he felt with every story Bruce read to him before bed or the safety he felt when Bruce let him crawl into the man’s bed after a nightmare. He couldn’t deny the way the words “daddy” and “tati” bubbled at his lips before he swallowed them back down.

It felt like the worst betrayal to his father, but he still couldn’t help it.

Dick could also admit that he was afraid. How would Bruce react to him referring to the man as his father? He knew the others referred to Bruce as their dad (for the most part at least), and Bruce seemed happy to be referred to this way, but what if Dick was the exception? Bruce already had so many kids, including a biological one! Why would he want another?

Dick knew he was probably being ridiculous, but his time in the detention center—as well as the harsh words from his fellow classmates—had done some serious damage to his self-image. Dick could admit to that.

As Father’s Day approached, Dick began avoiding Bruce. It wasn’t too hard at first. Bruce spent a lot of his time either at Wayne Enterprises or patrolling Gotham. However, Dick could only ask one of the others to read him a story before bed instead of Bruce so many times before the man would get suspicious.

Bruce finally spoke up one night after patrol. The others were heading out of the Cave when Bruce asked, “Dick, do you mind staying back for a moment?”

Dick froze. “O-Okay.”

The others glanced at Dick but continued heading out, giving the boy’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze as they passed him. Bruce waited for everyone to leave before speaking again.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Dick startled. “What?”

“Did I do something wrong?” Bruce repeated, looking uncharacteristically hesitant. “I’ve spent the last few days trying to think of anything I could have done to upset you, but I’m coming up blank.”

“You didn’t!” Dick blurted out. “You didn’t do anything. I…It’s me.”

Bruce was silent, and Dick worried that he would ask for more information. Dick wasn’t sure how to explain his feelings, and he didn’t want to upset or disappoint the man. Thankfully, Dick didn’t have to worry. Bruce informed him that he wouldn’t pry for now, but if Dick did need someone to confide in, he always had his siblings.

Dick left the Batcave with Bruce, an idea forming in his head.

“Timmy?”

Tim paused his reading of The Lightning Thief from the Percy Jackson series and looked at the boy beside him. He and the others weren’t sure why Dick was avoiding Bruce, but they figured he would come to one of them eventually. It seemed like now would be that time.

“Yes, Dick?”

Dick bit his lip and hesitated. Tim smiled at him encouragingly. “What was your first Father’s Day like without your dad?”

Tim froze before mentally facepalming. Of an entire family of detectives, none of them could figure out that Dick was feeling conflicted over his feelings about Bruce as the holiday approached. And of course, Tim was the one he approached about it. It made sense when Tim thought about it. While his dad hadn’t been the best, he had been leagues above the fathers of the rest of his siblings (except Damian, of course). If anyone was going to come close to what Dick was currently feeling, it was Tim.

“It was…difficult. My dad and I had our ups and downs, but he was still my dad, and I loved him. I still love him.” Tim paused. He had to think about his next words very carefully. “I just want you to know, Dick. My dad is still my dad, no matter what. Even though I consider Bruce my dad, it doesn’t mean I’m replacing my biological dad. He’s just…another dad.”

Dick sniffled and inched closer to Tim, who took the hint and wrapped his arm around his younger brother. Tim continued, “I think if your dad could see you now, he’d be so happy to know that you were able to find a family to love and take care of you until you could see your parents again.”

Tears gathered in Dick’s eyes. “Do you really think so?”

“Well, I can’t say for sure since I never knew him, but from the way you talk about him, I believe so. He sounds like he was an amazing man.”

Dick sniffled again and rubbed at his nose. He cuddled closer to Tim and shakily said, “Yeah, he was.”

Tim ran his fingers through Dick’s hair. “You don’t have to think of Bruce as your dad if you don’t want to—it’s your choice. Just know, though, that if you do think of him that way, that doesn’t mean that you consider John any less your dad either. You can have two dads and love them both equally. It’s like…It’s like having two best friends, you know?”

“Like Barbara and Wally?”

“Exactly.” Tim smiled. “Whatever you decide, we’ll all support you.”

“Thanks, Timmy.”

Tim read one more chapter of the book to Dick before tucking him in for the night. He stared at his Superman night light as Tim left the room, resolving to talk to Bruce the next day.

If the next day happened to be Father’s Day, that was just a coincidence.

“Bruce?”

Bruce looked up from his desk and found his youngest standing in the doorway to his study.

He smiled softly. “Hey, chum. Come on in.”

Dick shuffled into the room slowly, his head down and his hands hiding behind his back. It was so different from the boy’s usual exuberance and bouncing step that Bruce immediately became concerned.

“Is everything all right, Dick?”

Dick nodded but stayed silent, making his way around the desk to stand in front of Bruce.

“M’sorry I’ve been avoiding you lately, Bruce.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Bruce said, cupping Dick’s cheek. “You know you don’t have to tell me—”

“I want to!” Dick paused and took a deep breath before speaking again. “I want to. It’s not fair to you, so I want to tell you.”

Bruce waited as Dick seemed to gather his courage.

“Father’s Day is today.” Bruce tensed but let Dick continue. Dick’s voice wobbled as he spoke. “I…I love my tati, and I miss him a lot. It hasn’t even been that long…” Dick cut himself off before he could finish that thought. “He’ll always be my dad, but I think…I think you might be too.”

Dick looked away, not wanting to see whatever expression was on Bruce’s face. “I’ve been avoiding you because I feel really guilty. I don’t—I don’t want to replace my tati. But Timmy said it wouldn’t be replacing him. I’d just have two dads.” Dick still wasn’t looking at Bruce. “But if you don’t want that—”

Dick stopped as another hand cupped his other cheek. He looked up to see Bruce staring back at him with an unreadable expression.

“Dick—” Bruce cleared his throat and started again. “Dick, I don’t want to replace your father either, but I would be honored to be considered your dad. I already consider you my son.”

“Really?” Dick asked, eyes watering.

At Bruce’s nod, Dick’s arms came out from behind his back, thrusting something into Bruce’s hands. Bruce looked down to see a handmade card with Happy Father’s Day! on the front.

“I gave one to Selina on Mother’s Day,” Dick said, like a confession.

“I love it,” Bruce replied, touched. This was definitely going on the fridge.

Dick and his siblings spent the rest of the day showering Bruce with love and cliche gifts. His siblings were happy to see Dick snuggling up to Bruce on the couch, and Tim gave him a knowing smile.

Dick still felt pain, knowing that he would never again celebrate this holiday (or any holiday) with his parents, but as he stood in front of their graves, hands clasped with Tim and Bruce, Dick thought that he’d be fine. He’d see his parents again, of that he was sure. In the meantime, his family would be there for him, and he’d never be alone again.

#reverse batfamily #dick grayson #batman #robin #tim drake #richard grayson #reverse robins #reverse robins au #reverse batfamily au #batfamily #dc comics #fic #my fic

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dahliakbs · 14 days

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✷Babysitting Reverse Robins: Driving to the Supermarket ‿⁠✷

Masterlist

A couple hours prior Damian had asked you to watch his family while he stayed out late on a case and because you owed him so many favors you said yes. Which led you to what you were doing.

"Dick are you sure you can drive?" you asked the small child.

He seemed pretty excited to finally be able to show off his driving skills even though you were pretty sure he shouldn't even have been able to touch a steering wheel at his age.

The only reason you were allowing this small child to drive you to the supermarket was because you currently had to deal with their baby brother Bruce who for the life of you would not let you go.

You'd tried putting him down so many times but he'd jump cling on to you further and scream his head off and you can't drive like that can you?

Also for some reason Damian allowed him to have a car.

Who gives a child a car?!

"Of course I can drive, I can't say the same for him though" he grinned before turning over to his older brother Jason.

Even though he was also still a child he'd somehow been allowed to ride a motorcycle through the streets.

"Guys I'm not to sure about this, can't we get Tim to drive?" you asked.

He was the much older sibling and you were sure he had much more experience than these two.

"He can't drive"

Scratch that, nevermind

"Why is he older and he can't drive?" You asked as you helped Dick in to the car.

He wasn't even tall enough to get in, let alone reach the steering wheel without having to sit on a little cushion.

Ridiculous

"Cause he sucks and we're better" Jason answered.

Bit harsh but okay.

"You'd better drive quick before the police realize that there's a kid in the drivers seat" you told him before quickly getting in the car.

You hadn't even had time to talk to Jason before he was off, speeding down the streets as if the supermarket wasn't ten minutes away.

Matter of fact you could've just walked there but sadly Gotham was to dangerous for that. So let's hope Dick can actually drive or else your totally screwed.

"Um, so I probably should've told you this before but.." He turns to you with that cute little deceiving smile he always give you before something goes wrong.

In the corner of your eye you can see him slowly pressing his foot into the gas peddle.

"I lied, I can't drive"

....

"WHAT, STOP THE CAR"

He just giggles before hard pressing the gas peddle. All you can do is clutch Baby B tightly in your arms and hope you get to the supermarket in one piece.

#reverse robins #reverse au #batfam #batfam x reader #batfam x you #batfamily #dc #dc x you #batfamily x reader #batman #batman x reader #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #jason todd x you #dick grayson x you #tim drake x you #bruce wayne

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msfcatlover · 7 months

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Damian slipping a dagger into Steph’s coffin as a funerary gift, because he would never risk sending his sister into the afterlife unarmed.

Steph waking up in her dress in her grave without even a belt buckle to her name, but feeling that hilt digging into her hip. Steph using the dagger to dig her way out.

Talia coming to retrieve Steph off the streets, and Steph still has that dagger. Steph pulling it on Talia on pure instinct.

Talia confirming Steph’s identity by Steph’s stance & grip—exactly the way Damian taught her (exactly the way he learned from his mother.)

Steph recognizing Damian’s features in Talia, and lowering the knife in confusion. Talia taking Steph by the wrist and leading her into the vehicle that will take them out of Gotham until Steph makes her grand return.

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oifaaa · 2 years

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As promised here is Jason alive and er well he's alive in my reverse batkids au

( first // previous // next // full guide)

Kofi

#my art #Dc #Dc comics #detective comics #Batman #dick grayson #Jason todd #Talia Al ghul #richard grayson #Nightwing #Robin #Red hood #reverse batkids au #reverse batkids #Batfam #Batfamily #Batkids #oifaaart

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crowned-aeris · 2 months

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A Reverse-Robin Wingfic / To Brace Upon Benign Feathers

It starts kinda crack-ish, but then gets kinda emotional-y towards the end ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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"TIM!"

He jerked awake, blinking at the ceiling in confusion as his brain slowly registered where he was.

"Tim!" the voice came again, followed by a body slamming into his chest.

"Oomf!" Tim grunted as the air was violently knocked out of his chest. With a tight expression, he reached up and carded a hand through his brother's hair, "Morning, Dick."

"Hi!" the newest addition to the family chirped brightly, his sapphire eyes glowing as bright as a 200,000 lumens flashlight. Brighter than the sun, even. The blue reminds him of Kon and the alien's blue eyes that looked like a wolf-rayet star.

"What time is it?" Tim mumbled, wincing as the five-year-old crawled over him, digging his knee into Tim's kidney and accidentally stepping on his wing.

"It's time for you to get your a- butt in gear and move," Jason called from the door. “Damian’s making breakfast, so Duke asked us to come and wake you.”

Tim groaned, dropping his head back until it banged loudly against the headboard. Maybe if he hit his head hard enough, he could go back to sleep.

Dick cheered when he spotted Jason, the Ficher's Lovebird's bright red-yellow-green wings flaring out as he launched himself at the teen.

Jason grunted as Dick slammed into him but managed to keep his grip steady.

"Hurry up and get ready," Jason said. The cardinal shifted, folding his bright crimson wings against his back as Dick tucked his face into Jason's neck, "B said he's gonna take up to the zoo."

"Zoo! I wanna go to the zoo!" Dick's head shot up as he clutched Jason's shirt.

"I know, Dickie," Jason rolled his eyes fondly, "that's why we're going."

"Okay!" the fledgling chirped, "Tim!"

"Yes?" He lifted his head from the pillow with a slow and tired blink. What he'd give to have Kon here right now.

"Get! Up!" Dick demanded. Jason, the traitor, just laughed. "Or else I'll tell Dami to come get you!"

The falcon hummed, waiting until his brothers disappeared from the doorframe before flipping over and shoving his face back into the pillow.

Everything ached, his back especially, and it wasn't because of Kon, okay, Jason? Tim had been fighting Killer Croc last night, and that bastard got lucky and slammed Tim against a brick wall. His right arm was a huge-ass bruise, and he was not excited to get up.

Maybe if he pretended to be dead, Damian would leave him be...

Who is he kidding? If the harpy eagle was willing to drag a pit-crazed Tim from the brink of suicide, then he was more than willing to dunk Tim in the pits.

Just as he was about to doze off, there was a knock on the doorframe.

"What?" Tim -whined- groaned, not bothering to lift his head from the pillow.

"Hey, Ducky," an amused voice called.

He pouted, turning his head to glare balefully at Duke. The mourning dove smiles, lifting a brow in amusement. Traitor.

"Leave me alone, Duke," Tim grumbled, thankful that Alfred had all the pillows and sheets in Tim's room reinforced since the last time he had a Pit-episode... It had been a whole thing...

Duke raised another eyebrow, mimicking Alfred's patented Disappointed Stare™ quite successfully. Tim doesn't doubt that, at this point, Duke could get even Damian to bend to his will.

And just like Alfred's own stares, Tim, frustratingly, folded under pressure.

For fuck's sake- he was supposed to Wraith, the dead spirit of the Bat's second Shadow revived and out to hunt ne'er do wells as well as the Bats themselves- his goddamn reputation!

"What reputation, Tim?" Duke laughed before strolling over and yanking the covers off of him.

God, Tim hates it when he says things out loud. A side effect of being locked away by Ra's in an attempt to break his spirit or whatever.

He grumbled as Duke hauled him up and out of bed. Annoyingly, the Lazarus pits healed his shitty eyes, that one scar he got from following Shadow around, and the gash in his throat, but not his fucking height. Instead, Tim has to be stuck in this measly five-foot-seven-inch body, while Duke, Bruce, and Damian all got to be fucking six-foot-plus behemoths.

A shake snapped Tim out of his misery.

"Did you even hear what I said?" Duke asked incredulously.

"No," Tim huffed, "I was distracted and decided not to listen to your stupid voice saying stupid stuff."

"Says that one in air jail," Duke replied smugly. Shit, he's right. That fucker. "Tim, I can practically hear you cussing me out. Keep doing this, and I'll have Bruce and Damian hide your coffees and Red Bulls."

"W-"

"And your monsters."

Tim gasped, "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me. Now go get ready. We leave in an hour, and you don't even have a shirt on, Tim."

"It's a fashion choice," he hissed, "you wouldn't understand because you're stupid!"

Duke sighed, plopping Tim onto the floor. He wasn't even surprised when the falcon went boneless, turning into a limp pile of loose limbs and angry hissing, "You're such a child, Ducky."

"This is because I'm gay, isn't it!" Tim demanded, snapping to his feet and flaring out his wings, "This is homophobia!"

"Of course, it is," Duke drily responded before he turned and made for the door, "I'll send Damian up in ten minutes. If you haven't gotten ready by then, I'm allowing him to dress you however he likes."

Duke closed the door gently, but he might as well have slammed it from how ruffled it left him.

Honestly, the gall! How has he, Wraith, Ra's desired heir to the fucking Damon's Fang, fallen so far from his formidable glory?

Nevertheless, Tim forced himself to get ready. He brushed his teeth and washed his face- even "Serial Killers" need clear skin, but was killing fifteen of Black Mask's and the Joker's most trusted really considered killing? Bruce was just overreacting!- and then threw on a short-sleeved shirt, hoodie over that, washed-out ripped jeans, and called it a day.

Tim groaned, desperately craving coffee, caffeine, or something to stave off the complete and utter exhaustion pooling in his head. This was terrible, horrible, and a vile thing to do.

"Timothy," Damian said from where he stood at the table, a plate held in the eagle's hands. He was wearing a bright pink apron covered with flour, and Jason was behind him, wearing a matching pink apron and holding a plate, too. "You finally decided to show your face and detach yourself from that hovel."

"If you want, I could always go back to my so-called Hovel," Tim tilted his head in a challenge.

"Tt," Damian scoffed before sliding a plate to Tim's spot, "Seeing as you have already decided to show your face, and Richard somehow tolerates you, it would be more efficient if you remain here."

Dick was already seated with a glass of strawberry milk, and his pancakes were half-finished and absolutely drowning in maple syrup. Bruce was directly across from Dick, and his pancakes were far more respectable with butter, syrup, bacon, and a cup of coffee. Duke was beside Dick, and he had a plate with fresh fruit, powdered sugar, and a glass of orange juice. Alfred sat at the head of the table with his English breakfast, tea, and a proud smile. Cass was next to Bruce with a bowl of fruit, orange juice, toast, and multiple slices of stolen bacon.

Hesitantly, Tim sat down at the end of the table as Jason rushed over to fill the empty chair between Tim and Duke. Damian, the bull-headed son of a bitch -that bitch being Bruce, because Tim would never call Talia a bitch- decided the best seat wasn't going to be next to Cass, but instead the seat directly in front of Tim. Not in front of Jason, but in front of Tim.

Instead of confronting his feelings like a well-adjusted member of society should, Tim decided the best course of action was to examine his plate of pancakes.

It had fudge drizzled over the top, dusted lightly with powdered sugar, and freshly diced strawberries were placed like a crown with their leaves carefully removed and tossed in a barely noticeable syrup. There was a small bowl of strawberry-lemon zest jam on the edge of Tim's plate, and he could tell that whoever positioned it was diligent. Not a single speck of powdered sugar got onto the outside of the tiny bowl...

Every part of this plate looked like it had been prepared in a five-star restaurant. What more was that this was exactly the same kind of pancakes Damian would make for him as an apology back when Tim was Shadow...

Suddenly, his eyes were beginning to sting, and Tim could feel Damian's stare carve holes into the top of his head. And then, Damian slid over a cup of steaming coffee, and just by looking at it, he knew Damian had made it the way Tim loved.

It was a declaration, an apology, and a promise all wrapped in a simple breakfast…

He took a deep breath and cut into his pancakes, forcing himself to hold back tears as his family chattered around him.

Even after everything that has happened, his flock still accepted him.

Even after everything, Tim was still loved.

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