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I think jason should actually hate that dick changed the discowing suit. "where's the drama?! the flair!? you look like you shop at the same discount bdsm store as Bruce now you actual loser!! who even are you now"

YOU GET ME LIKE NO ONE ELSE. Jason todd lives for making a statement. The sleek and minimalist design does nothing for him

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If you’re not ready to fight an alligator over your best friend dont even think about coming to Florida

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zlibrary gone... FUCK TIKTOK FUCK BOOKTOK I hope that app burns in hell

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normal batman animation

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which came first, the robin or the grave?

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Hi! Just saw your post about fanfics with Battinson and Dick. Could you please share them? :)

Yes of course! There isn’t really one that’s exactly like the mini comic I drew but these are the ones I got inspired by...

Welcome To McDonalds, May I Take Your Order? by Them_bo

A Legacy All One's Own by DaughteroftheMafia

My God, I'm so lonely by end_this_time

Robin's Light by iammadeofmemories

not family yet by rxsecret

Robin by rxsecret

And this is what I Sorted by I think I actually read most of them too, except the newer ones

I hope this helps^^

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The Batman (2022) + text posts part 2

Bonus:

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Even As We Know It was awesome! And I cannot wait the 2nd part of Summoning

Thank you so much! I'm about halfway done with part 2 of Summoning so it shouldn't be too much longer (though I make no promises). I hope you'll like it as much as the first.

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Even As We Know It

an: I've been trying to write this for two months but I kept getting stuck on different parts and I've changed the ending at least twice. I also had to cut out a few jokes that weren't as funny the second time I looked over them. Also I'm working on a part 2 of Summoning if anyone's interested.

For someone who was be precognitive, the apocalypse really hit you out of nowhere. Apparently your abilities thought it was more important to warm you about the guy with the nice ass doing sweet flips than it was to warn you about the undead cannibals.

warnings: language, guns, zombies, non graphic mentions of death and gore

words: 1,533

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Seeing the future wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Overall it was pretty useless, really. Just because you knew that something was gonna happen didn't mean that you could do anything, let alone that anyone would believe you. That meant that the precognitive dreams were pretty much useless.

There was also the whole see someone's future with a touch but it felt really invasive and also just made you sad most of the time, which was why you opted to wear long sleeves that covered your hands no matter the weather. It had, however, led to a fairly lucrative career as a fortune teller. You could also get a pretty good read with a deck of tarot cards but that's besides the point. The crystal ball was pretty much bullshit, though - at least for your abilities.

Anyway, your abilities were pretty much useless. Which is how you ended up in the situation that you were in now.

You had moved to Blüdhaven about a year ago hoping to get mugged less. It got old fast when every time a thug grabbed you you got to see them get the beat down from Batman. Which you of course then got to witness in person soon after. Although sometimes it was Robin or even the Red Hood (you were really glad when he started using rubber bullets and you didn't have to see someone get shot in the head twice anymore and then complain about it to him). It didn't take you long to learn that Blüdhaven wasn't actually that much better than Gotham but at least you didn't get mugged during the day anymore. Plus Blüdhaven had Nightwing who was definitely more charming than any of the other Bats you'd had the chance to meet (which was all of them but Robin but you were pretty sure that that was for the best if what Jason had told you was anything to go by). Overall, it was at least somewhat of an improvement.

Or at least it had been until the zombies showed up.

You're not exactly sure what caused the zombies apocalypse (this time - you'd been there for the Gotham zombie apocalypse(s) as well and had been hoping to avoid another one) but you're pretty ready to kill who or whatever is responsible. You had been trying to mail a letter to your grandmother (who still lived in Gotham and hadn't quite gotten the hang of emails or texting yet) when the screaming started. You had lived in the most dangerous city in the world long enough to know that screaming meant that it was time to get the hell out of Dodge as soon as physically possible. Which is exactly what you did. Or at least tried to do. 

You had only made it a few blocks when you were attacked by one of the undead. You had taken a few self defense classes at your college (Jason and Roy had tried to teach you some stuff as well but they were absolute shit teachers) but they didn't really cover zombies so you can't really be blamed for the fact that you weren't exactly winning this fight.

That's when the guy from your dreams showed up. Literally. He had been in your dreams every night for the past couple weeks, doing sweet flips and having a nice ass. You kind of wished you'd gotten a heads up about the whole end of the world (or probably not actually - apocalypses tended not to stick when you had superheroes) instead of the attractive guy you were now watching pistol whip a zombie with an airsoft gun. What the fuck.

When the guy turned to you, probably to ask if you were alright, you couldn't help but blurt out, "Why an airsoft gun? Wouldn't a real gun be more useful?"

"I'm from Gotham," he shrugged, as if that was all the answer you needed and honestly it was good enough for you right now. He then smiled, looking unfairly attractive given the circumstances, before offering his hand for you to shake, "Detective Dick Grayson, this place is looking pretty dead, huh?"

You groaned as you reached to shake his hand without thinking. A series of visions exploded in front of your eyes, too quick for you to properly discern what was happening. You saw Dick and Bruce Wayne and Nightwing and Batman and a familiar idiot in a dumb red helmet (suddenly the airsoft gun made sense). When you blinked you saw Dick Grayson staring worriedly at you and suddenly everything clicked into place. You withdrew your shaking hand from his and tried to force a casual grin across your face, "So, officer, you always carry an airsoft gun or is this just a special occasion?"

Dick glanced at the gun and chuckled, "It was a gag gift from my brother but it's surprisingly useful when the city becomes overrun by zombies. By the way, you are surprisingly calm about the whole zombie thing."

"I'm from Gotham, too," You explained with a casual shrug, "I was there when Scarecrow zombified the city. And the time the Joker zombified the city. And the time Ivy used plant mind control. And the time-"

"Okay, I get the idea," Dick sighed, holding his hands up in surrender, "We Gothamites aren't fazed by much these days."

You grinned before a nearby groan reminded you of the situation that you were currently in and you quickly sobered up, "Do you know of anywhere safe we can go? If not I think I know a place."

"Sorry but I won't be able to stay with you, I have to help protect the city," Dick frowned, "But I can escort you to safety if you'd like?"

You agreed, beginning the trek back to your shop, the way thankfully abandoned except for a few undead stragglers. It took you about fifteen minutes to get there, the two of you easily filling the time with talk of living in Gotham and how you like Blüdhaven so far.

As you got closer to the shop, you began to dread having to say goodbye to the handsome officer that you had just met. That thought was pushed aside, however, when you caught a glimpse of a familiar redhead through the shop windows. You sped up your pace, know that the idiot was prone to breaking your things and not wanting a repeat of the last time he had come to visit your place of work (he still owed you several hundred dollars).

"Damnit Roy," You called to the man as you roughly yanked the door open, ignoring the way that Dick's eyebrows raised as he entered behind you, "You better not have touched anything!"

Roy jumped, dropping the deck of tarot cards across the floor and turning to you with his hands in the air, "I didn't break anything! Please don't call the cops."

"Fine," You sighed, bending down to pick up the cards, smirking slightly as Roy fumbled to help you. You were reminded of Dick's presence when he bent to help the two of you as well, "Roy, you know Dick, right? Jason's brother?"

Roy scoffed at your question, causing you to reflexively roll your eyes, "Of course I know him. I've known him longer than Jason has." 

"You know Jason?" Dick asked, seeming slightly concerned.

"Unfortunately," You muttered as the two men handed you their cards and you began to absent mindedly shuffle them, "Since meeting Jason and Roy my life has been nothing but suffering. I haven't known peace since they almost got me killed by what I'm pretty sure was a ghost dog and then abandoned me and left Batman to save me... but that's a story for another time."

Roy shifted, looking slightly sheepish, "To be fair, it's not our fault that it seemed to like you so much."

"You definitely have to tell me about that story later", Dick said with a grin that only widened when Roy groaned, "But I really need to get going and help get this mess taken care of."

Before he could leave you quickly grabbed one of your business cards off the table and handed it to him, pausing only a short moment as you processed the flood of images flashing before your eyes, "The second number is my personal. Call me later and I'll tell you the full story of how I met the two bastards."

Dick smiled and made sure to tuck the card safely in the inner pocket of his jacket before hurrying out and into the chaotic streets of the city.

"I can't believe I just watched you flirt with Dick Grayson in front of my own two eyes," Roy complained, "You know he's had like fifty girlfriends, right?"

"That's fine. I only saw one girlfriend in his future," You told him with a wink and a cheeky grin.

"Wait-"

"By the way, didn't you know that Bruce Wayne is Batman?" You asked, oddly casual about knowing the answer to Gotham's biggest mystery as you began making your way up to your apartment above the shop with your companion following after.

Roy tripped up the stairs.

#batman #nightwing #gotham #bludhaven #jason todd #roy harper #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you

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BATMAN AND ROBIN (1997) dir. Joel Schumacher

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Red Hood Fan Series: S3

Round 2 - Season 3 - of my shameless fangirl promotion of the RHFS

They are doing a kickstarter for Season 3. Just like last time: If it doesn’t get fully funded then they CANNOT make the season and we end the RHFS with that cliff hanger and *SPOILERS* Dick Greyson as…well you should go watch RHFS Season 2. 

RED HOOD FAN SERIES: SEASON 3 KICKSTARTER

And y’know…here’s all of the RHFS to date…

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It’s love and support Jason Todd hours on Uno Night with Ridiculous Sweaters.

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Summoning

an: my first post on this account! this was supposed to be Titans!JasonxReader but if it turned more into a meet the team story (feat. me being in love with Kori but what else is new)

You were getting kinda tired of waking up in a pentagram made of blood but at least you got to meet the cute new Robin because of it.

warnings: bad language, blood, implied death, explosions

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Waking up in a summoning circle made of blood was weird. The guy calling you a chaos god was even weirder. What you found more concerning, though, was how exactly you were going to keep the blood from staining your favorite pajamas. Honestly you were kinda tired of being summoned by a wacko at this point.

You obviously weren't a normal human. You'd surmised that much the second time you'd woken up in a bloody pentagram. I mean there was the whole magic thing as well but with the world that you lived in magic users weren't that uncommon. Waking up in the middle of the night in a pentagram of blood, however, was weird even for a world where aliens and gods existed.

You sat up so that you were casually leaning back, trying to ignore the feeling on the half dried blood between your fingers and hoping that it wasn't human. You turned to the wacko who'd summoned you, finding that it was the same guy who'd done it the other four times and let out a very frustrated, "What the fuck, man?"

"Why are you here?" The guy asked, his voice as annoying as it always was.

You threw you hands up in the air, belying your frustration and completely ruining any illusion of coolness, "You're the one who summoned me. Again."

The guy opened his mouth to say something but whatever it was was cut off by the sound of a nearby building exploding. You quickly raised you arms, creating a barrier to protect yourself from the residuals of the blast. You watched from the corner of you eyes as the guy that summoned made his way to the door of the rooftop and quickly disappeared from sight, leaving you alone with what was left of his rituals. Today was a little to eventful for a Sunday in your opinion.

“What the fuck is going on here?” a voice called from behind you.

You turned to see the boy wonder stading behind you, surveying the scene that was in front oof him. He clearly had something to do with the explosion and you assumed that he had just taken care of whatever was going because he appeared mildly disheveled. You shifted to face him but still didn’t make a move to get up off the ground, “Does Batman approve of you using language like that?”

“I think the swear jar takes a backseat to the bloody pentagram. Now, what is going on here?” He rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed with you attitude.

You shrugged, once again leaning back where you were sitting, “Some wack-job keeps summoning me instead of his chaos god by accident.”

He frowned, “Yeah that didn’t clear up anything.”

“Because this whole situation really doesn’t make sense and I’m getting really tired of having to wash blood out of clothes,” you responded, going to run your hand through your hair before remembering that it was currently covered in sticky blood from an unknown source. You jusst really wanted to go home and take a shower at this point.

“Okay… this is a new one for me… hold on for a sec while I make a call,” He turned away from you with a hand pressed to his ear before you could even respond.

You shrugged, “Yeah, sure. Not like I’ve got anywhere else to be on this miserable Sunday morning. I’ll just continue to sit here in the bloody sigil like its not weird or anything while you catch up with your buddy. I’ll wait.”

Robin ignored your ranting as he spoke into his comm in a hushed tone. After a few minutes he turned back to you, walking over and dragging you up by your arm, “Come on, I know someone that knows a little about this type of stuff, they might can help you.”

“Yeah okay, stranger. Lead me to meet your mysterious friend with knowledge of magic bullshit. This isn’t sketch at all,” You muttered as you reluctantly followed the new boy wonder.

He paused, “Aren’t you a magic user?”

“Doesn’t mean its not bullshit.”

He rolled his eyes before wrapping his one arm around you waist, the other pulling a grappling gun out of its holster, “Hold on tight, Hocus Pocus.”

Before you had the chance to protest he released the line and you found yourself grappling across the rooftops of San Francisco and desperately holding onto the bastard that your life now depended on. If his smirk was any indication, he was enjoying having taken you off guard and you wanted so badly to wipe tha look off of his face but you also didn’t want to die so you vowed to murder him as soon as you were on stable ground again.

He finally let you go when you handed on the roof of a particularly tall building and took advantage of the few seconds it took for you to regain your senses to make it to the roof door, calling out behind him, “Hurry up, they’re already waiting for you.”

You huffed before stomping behind the vigilante, wondering when you were gonna get to change out of your bloody pajamas. You followed him down several floors before he opened a door and entered into what seemed to be a living area of sorts. You noticed a small group of people gathered in the area and when you entered the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen and some guy who looked to be in his twenties stood up and looked at you and Robin.

The boy wonder grinned over to the group before gesturing to you with a bit of dramatics, “I found a new weirdo for your club.”

“Wait I thought we were meeting someone who knows how to help me, not joining the discount breakfast club,” You crossed your arms over your chest as you turned to the guy that had dragged you here in the first place.

“They can help, this is like the breakfast club for freaks like you… no offense,” He smiled awkwardly while avoid eye contact with the other four in the room.

“Can you really help me?” You asked, the waver in you voice revealing you insecurity for the first time.

“We can try, if you let,” The man standing in front of you said as he took a step closer.

You shrugged, “Okay, why not, its not like I have anything else going on.”

#titans #dc titans #titans jason todd #jason todd #robin #jason todd x reader #titans dick grayson #dick grayson #nightwing #titans kory anders #kory anders #koriand'r #starfire #red hood

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Batman, in the middle of a Justice League meeting: *suddenly stands up and leaves*

Hal Jordan: …What was that??

Flash: His daddy bats senses were tingling probably.

Hal: ʰᶦˢ ʷ ʰ ᵃ ᵗ

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new fanfic/imagines blog

I'll start posting writing soon, feel free to request anything and I'll try to give you something

#imagines #fanfiction #dc #marvel #kpop #literally any cartoon from the early 2000s