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qcomicsy · 1 year
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If the batkids had a podcast
Redhood: I was a pretty easy child-
Nightwing: You were.
Redhood: Straight A's and everything. Like, I would be hanging out with Batman- (laugh) I would be- You know right?
Nightwing: Yeah.
Redhood: Just chilling. No patrol day. And he would be like "what do you want to do?" and I would be like- "Read! :D"
Nightwing *chuckles*: "Homework!"
Redhood: "Homework!". And then- And then I fucking died-
Red Robin: WHEZE.
Redhood: I fucking- Don't be a easy child.
Red Robin (chocking): Don't be a good kid.
Redhood: Don't be a good kid. Start- I don't know– Start throwing shit on fire or something.
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Danny died young. That wasn't what made him powerful. No, but it was part of it. His obsession was Protection due to that being one of the only forms of love he ever received. His parents swearing to protect him from monsters that they never found and his sister protecting him from his parents more...extreme actions.
He died at 6 and if there was one lesson he had learned from his short life, it was that to love was to protect and to be loved is to be protected.
So Danny, ever the explorer, had spent another 6 years after death wandering around the zone and saving people. One day he slipped out of the Infinite Realms and into a new reality but he didn't expect to see a kid around his own age dressed in black and red.
The kid jumped from rooftop to rooftop, doing flips and handsprings with a small smile on his face. Danny stared at him wide eyed while standing frozen on the ground like an idiot. Just like that, Danny developed his first crush.
Following behind the kid was a large man in a gray and black outfit. Supervillian? He watched as this guy jumped from rooftop to rooftop running after the kid.
Danny almost blasted the guy right then and there if it wasn't for the kid turning around and talking to him. Eavesdropping wasn't exactly polite but Danny needed to know if he needed to rescue his crush this kid. Luckly it didn't come to that as "Batman and Robin" discussed a case and left.
Later, back in the IR, Danny was caught by Kitty while he was picking flowers. Upon asking what he was doing he stated the obvious. This of course, led to Kitty following Danny back to Gotham and getting front roy seats to Phantom popping his head up from the rooftop while Robin was running and startling him.
Robin got into his battle stance alongside Batman, all the while Danny didn't ride up from the roof any farther than his shoulders. Danny was too nervous to say anything and just blushed before he chucked the bouquet at Robins feet and bolted.
Robin jumped back, fully expecting the object the kid threw to be a weapon or explosive of some kind. Even after realizing they were flowers and the other kid was gone they still suspected it might be a trap.
Eventually they brought the glowing flowers to the batcave where they were examined. Alfred took the liberty of putting the ones that weren't being examined in a vase.
"I don't get it. Was he trying to send a message? I don't even recognize any of these flowers, what was he trying to tell us?"
"If I may, Master Tim." Alfred interrupted the boy, "Is it possible he gave you flowers for another reason? One more...mundane?"
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Aka Danny gets a big ole crush on BTAS Tim and the other ghosts coo at Danny for "baby's first crush"
The bats are never normal so they're absolutely convinced Phantom is up to no good
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msfcatlover · 5 months
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Bruce: “Tim, I need to go train to regain my skills. I don’t want Jean-Paul to try to kill you again, but I do need to ask a favor.”
Tim: “And here I thought you’d lost all faith in me for failing to control him before. No problem, I’ll win your faith back! What do I need to do?”
Bruce: “You don’t need to prove anything. I just need you to stalk him.”
Bruce: “I mean surveil him.”
Bruce: “Just until I get back—”
Tim, already holding his camera: “Not that I’m complaining about the easiest assignment in the world, but if you’re feeling bad about doubting me, a simple apology would do.”
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paintedimagery · 7 months
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just a sketch of the boy
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lovely-bellflower · 6 months
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Todd Nauck's Batfamily headshot commissions for NYCC 2023
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momachan · 3 months
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"Hey, Bruce - I don't really know how to say any of this, but it kinda seemed important to at least check in about those files. I guess I feel like it's mostly not my bussiness, but on the other hand, you have so much information about everything-- about us, about me, and I don't always know from day to day (night to night) what it is I'm doing here, let alone whether I'm meeting your expectations. I remember telling Dick that Batman needed a Robin, and I still think that's true. Not because you can't handle 99% of what we do alone, but because the mission is so dark, and it would be so easy to give up, to lose heart. And guess when I was talking to Dick that first time I thought it was obvious Batman doesn't need Robin to get things done, he needs Robin to make sure he gets them done the right way. But there's Robin and then there's Tim Drake. I'm kinda more like Dick in that I try to separate the two in my head too much... But the point is no matter what I'm wearing, I'm not like you, not even like Dick or Barbara or Batgirl or Jean Paul. I don't think I want to do this forever, I'm not always sure it's good for me. And if you're looking at us now as individuals, then you know that. I mean, here I am with a new mom, and closer to my dad than I've been in a long time. I'm just worried that I'm becoming less like you by the minute. And I don't see how that --how I-- could possibly do you any good."
Batman: Gotham Knights: Contested.
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sansypansy · 5 months
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"You'd miss me too much."
Robin landed on the building right on Batman's heels, his bo staff at the ready as they faced the fierce and deadly Talia al Ghul with her loyal son.
"The League has no business here in Gotham, Talia," Bruce grunted.
"How else can I get your attention, Beloved?" Talia's smirk was beautiful, but sharp. She drew her sword as Bruce lunged. Damian had his own blade unsheathed as well and intercepted Tim immediately. The two pairs broke off into their own fights and with little chases and flips, the teens found themselves on another rooftop entirely.
"So uh," Tim began with a small hopeful grin, "haven't heard from you in a while. Think you can block out a date on your busy assassin calendar for me?"
A quick counter with his staff clashed harshly against Damian's sword.
"You must believe to be so charming, Robin." Damian's face was impassive, but his pretty green eyes reflected a different story. Tim could see, especially when they were this up close.
"Maybe." He shrugged, then flipped to dodge Damian's kick. "I just like to take my chances with a beautiful assassin prince like you."
A smirk painted Damian's lips. Tim swore he saw those long black eyelashes flutter. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Detective."
The vigilante narrowly dodged the sword thrusting for his abdomen.
"Alas, I do not think you would want a repeat of last time," Damian purred seductively.
How could Tim forget? He had to do the walk of shame when he'd woken up clotheless, walletless with his laptop containing all secret files stolen. Bruce had been insufferable that day.
It'd been so, so worth it. He would do just about anything to have a taste of the little prince again.
"Not that I didn't enjoy it. I'd like to see you try pulling a honeypot on me again. Might just tie you down," Tim grinned wolfishly as he lunged and swept Damian's feet with his staff. The latter leaped, trapping Tim's head between his thighs and flipped him over on his back.
Tim's mouth fell open as the breath was forced out of him due to the impact. And also the fact he just had a full face of Damian's crotch.
Fuck, not now Timmy Junior™!
Damian held his torso down with one foot pressed to his chest and a sword at his neck. "One day, your infatuation shall be the death of you, Robin."
Tim exhaled in awe as the subtle scent of royal jasmine flooded his nose, his eyes becoming smitten.
"Wouldn't be the worst way to go, honestly." His smile was loop-sided. "Besides, you'd miss me too much."
He noticed the slight falter in the blade aimed at his throat, and Tim took that momentum to swipe at the assassin's leg and rolled a few inches away. He moved to a low crouch just Talia suddenly dropped down next to her son.
"We are leaving, Damian," she ordered curtly before disappearing over the edge the building like a silent shadow.
Damian sheathed his sword without any questions, pulled up his hood and prepared to follow his mother. However, Tim didn't miss how he gave him a secretive smile before falling backwards into the alley below. Tim rushed forward and looked down, but there was no human trace.
It was then that Batman commed him to return to base as he'd already dismantled the League's mission. Tim sulked about Damian seemingly rejecting his offer until a few hours later, he received a cryptic, anonymous text on his phone with a single date and a meeting location.
'Do not be late, Detective.♡' the second text read simply. Tim let out the loudest whoop and fist pumped the air.
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vulnonapix1234 · 1 year
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I want to think that Damian would guard his siblings' rooms when they are sick.
Like, he will sit in front of the door with his katana drawn and ready to strike their enemies down.
Except for Tim. He is actually inside Tim's room on top of a wardrobe with every possible weapon.
(It's because of the whole spleen situation and cause he really wants to try)
(Tim thought he was his sleep paralyze demon)
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speedforce-zoomies · 19 days
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“Can I ask you a question?”
Janet turned to face her semi-regular visitor, an alternative version of her son, and boy, wasn’t that a sentence?
“Different from the ones I’ve been asking, I mean?”
“Oh course, birdie.”
It had been rather awkward for the both of them the first time Janet had instinctively used a pet name that she used for her own Tim, one that his Mother had also used for him.
He had blinked away tears so quickly that if she hadn’t known all versions of her son so dearly she would have thought she had imagined it.
From that point on she made sure to only call him Tim or Birdie, a pet based off his hero identity, (and it still took the breath out of her lungs to think about any version of her baby fighting criminals with nothing but a belt full of tools and a metal staff. Her fear for him was not at all canceled out by her pride). The name deemed safe since her own Tim was a civilian.
Though, even “Tim” got confusing sometimes when trying to differentiate between her son and the son of dead version of herself.
She had asked if it would perhaps be better to call him Jackson and he had frowned at the suggestion, suggesting Alvin or Carl as alternatives instead with a sudden, sly smirk and a snicker when he saw her expression.
He smiled at her now, a soft, gentle thing, that spoke of comfort but his eyes were sad.
“Do you think…” he paused, “Do you think, if things were reversed between our worlds and you had passed, sorry, this is, uh, um a pretty heavy question...”
Tim trailed off, eyes glued to the bare white wall across from him and Janet walked over and sat beside him, not touching, just silently offering support.
“It’s okay, it’s obviously burdening you, let me carry some of the weight. What’s on your mind, Birdie?”
“If it were you that had die-passed, and your Tim had access to trans-dimensional travel, would it… would it make you sad or hurt your feelings if your Tim was to visit my mom?”
Janet paused, thinking it over.
Tim didn’t look at her, allowing her to consider her words carefully.
“A little bit, I think. Not hurt, but sad, because of course my preference would be to be a part of his life. However, even if it would make me a little sad, it would mean the world to me that another Janet was able to open up her arms to my son, that he had found a way to ease his pain, even if just a little bit.”
He smiled at her and it was watery.
“You know, when I come to visit, I take the information you give me and I go though my Mama’s stuff, almost like I’m gathering clues here and putting the pieces together there.”
He paused, trying and failing to not fidget.
“I had no idea, about the Emily Dickinson poem, until you told me and then I went home and she had used that poem in a couple of her poems and social media posts.”
He leaned in to her space.
“It’s nice, getting to learn about her, even now that she’s gone… I appreciate you, you giving me the chance to do so.”
Janet gently bumped shoulders with him, “Of course, Birdie.”
“It also kind of feels weird,” he confessed, “to investigate my own mom like this.”
Janet hummed, and took a chance, “Well, you are two anthropologists’ son, investigating the dead is kind of in your blood.”
Tim choked out a laugh, “Yeah,” he huffed out, voice low and rough but still amused, “guess you’re right.”
He leaned back against the sofa, ���She’d love that, I think, being an anthropological revelation.”
“I’d be flattered, certainly.”
Tim snickered at that.
“Do you think your Tim is gonna be an anthologist. Like you and his dad?”
Janet hummed, “Maybe. He enjoys coming out to digs on holidays and summer vacations. But he also enjoys his photography and he keeps making jokes, that I’m not entirely sure are actually jokes about becoming a professional skateboarder.”
Tim snorted in amusement, “Well, I’m rooting for him if he goes for it.”
Janet grinned. “I will too, if that’s his passion in life, though I will expect him to have a backup plan, of course.”
“Of course.” Tim agreed.
“Anything but vigilante!” She shook his shoulder gently, “I already have one of those to worry about!”
He laughed, and he didn’t sound like her own Tim when he laughed.
He sounded like her, or well, she thought, another version of me.
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I wrote a lot of words just to say I’m not over Batman (2016) #134 & I never will be ^.^
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sizzlemourner · 28 days
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just a boy, kicking his legs and twirling his hair while speaking on the phone
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qcomicsy · 1 year
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If the batkids had a podcast. Part. lV
Spoiler: I tried to steal the job from you.
Red Robin: You did!
Spoiler: I did-
Red Robin: You did great though.
Spoiler: You think?
Red Robin: Yeah. Gotta respect how we intimidated Batman into getting the job.
Spoiler: Would you do it again? If- If you had the chance- Would you do it the same thing again?
Red Robin:
Red Robin: Yeah.
Red Robin: Would you?
Spoiler: Yeah.
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cosmicwar · 2 years
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I love combing through dc “who’s who” directories. I get to find delightful information like discovering that Jason at 15 was 5’0 while Tim at 13/14 was 5’1
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the concept of “tim looked up to robin jason” isn’t valid. how could he be looking up to him when he’d be looking down
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msfcatlover · 7 months
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Tim, how has this happened to you twice?
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crystalcatgamer · 2 years
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birds in flight
The first Robin, the original Wonder Boy, is often considered the one most alike to his name. The first Robin flew ahead of Batman, limbs curving and twisting so far that it looked impossible. He was graceful, fluid, and he did it all with a giggle in his throat and jokes falling from his lips. He laughed as he danced out of the way of bullets, the bright warning sign before the Bat thumped to the ground behind him in a mess of shadows. 
The second Robin came by much later. This one, oh, the rouges could taste the Gotham on him. The first Robin was loved by the city but the city held no claim, so he left and the second boy came out to play. This Robin tries to fight and snarls, filled with worldly violence where his predecessor was all smiles. This one, oh, he knows what it’s like to be left alone, to hurt, to want to stop it all. 
The third Robin strides ahead of the Batman with determination set in his face and desperation in his veins. He analyses, pushes criminals against the wall and asks questions like he isn’t beating up people by the night. The third Robin has quips but without the bite of the second, without the joy of the first, and as always he trusts Batman to catch him when he falls. 
The fourth Robin is an interesting one. He was made a bird to a bat that wasn’t the original, but he does his job all the same. This one is more like the second in violence and more like the third in seriousness. This one knows what it’s like to have blood on your hands. Gotham’s criminals whisper that he’s a rabid dog on a short leash, all work and no fun, no longer a warning sign.
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vexic929 · 1 year
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side note but I wonder what kind of favor Dick had to call in to convince Jason to train Tim
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