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21 | they/them too tired to think brain go brrr batfam hyperfixation who?

[papayafromtv]

big BIG fan of hardened hero/vigilante types having regular but non-negotiable fears. especially when those hardened hero/vigilante types are the batfamily. because as much as those guys are seen as cryptids and unbeatable legends that somehow manage to beat every meta around them without breaking a sweat, they are just. a group of guys. and i think that’s very fucking funny and people should be reminded of that more often.

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*the JLA holding a super important strategy meeting in the batcave*

Batman: -the main priority is to ensure the safety of the surrounding area even in the case of a fight, so we’ll have people stationed around the perimeter just in case. Hood, can you grab me the signal flares from the store room? you’re closest.

Red Hood, walking over: *grunts*

Batman: *continues to explain his plan as in the background Jason walks into the store room, pauses, and then promptly walks right back out*

Red Hood: *sweetly, from the doorway* Robin?

Robin: mm?

Red Hood: would you like to go into the store room for me? my darling, favourite brother-mine?

Robin:

Robin, eyes half-lidded: is there a spider in there?

Red Hood: maybe.

Robin, sighing in exasperation as he starts walking over: you really need to start trying to deal with these yourself, Hood. you can’t call me every time-

The Flash, watching Damian emerge with a small spider in the palm of his hand while Jason refuses to come out of the corner of the cave: doesn’t that guy chop peoples heads off sometimes…?

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*Aquaman, on a mission with Nightwing and Batman, on a platform in the middle of the ocean*

Aquaman: if you have your rebreathers then you can follow me down, it’s not too deep a dive to the site.

Nightwing: *staring into the water* mhm.

Batman: *watching Nightwing in amusement*

Aquaman: …Nightwing, are you ok?

Nightwing, still staring: oh- hm? yep. yep, i’m good. i’m- yeah. lets go. lets do this.

Aquaman:

Batman: he has thalassophobia. he doesn’t like deep, empty waters.

Aquaman:

Nightwing: *staring down*

Batman: *faux shoves Dick forward, as if to push him in*

Nightwing, shrieking and jumping back: bRUCE- I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT-

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Superman: the victim’s in that room, if you need to examine the body.

Red Robin: got it, thanks.

Red Hood: so what actually happened to the guy?

Superman, as Tim leaves: well, it seems like the virus infects the mind and causes intense delusions. we think he was driven crazy and ended his own life. it’s… not pretty in there. he stabbed himself in the eye with a pencil.

Red Hood: *whistles* *pauses* wait. in the eye?

Superman: yeah. why?

Red Hood:

Red Robin: *slams out of the other room, falls to his knees vomiting*

Superman:

Red Hood, watching Tim calmly: yeah he’s got this thing about things in peoples eyes?

Superman:

Superman: really?

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Green Arrow: shit, that’s a nasty scratch you got there, Bats. right across the eye, too.

Batman: *grunt*

Green Arrow: who’d you fight to get it?

Batman: Robin.

Green Arrow:

Green Arrow: Damian did that?

Batman: hn.

Green Arrow: …why?

Batman: he had a cavity and i had to take him to the dentist.

Green Arrow:

Batman: he’s scared of the dentist.

Green Arrow: wasn’t he raised by the league of assassins?

Batman: he’s scared of the dentist.

Green Arrow:

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Accidently caused a traffic jam because I decided to feed the evil geese at my college, I regret nothing, AND I came out unscathed

Also it was stress relief before my grand finale final in about 20 minutes lol

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

@chaos-griffin

First off, obligatory gosling pictures (blurry because my camera was ass and I was NOT about to risk getting closer than 10 ft)

AND- it was a 50 question test, I sat there waiting for my sheet about to have a panic attack, we only had three hours. Surely I missed a section of the notes and would be shot on sight.

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I finished in 15 minutes, and im 90% sure I got 100% which is pure insanity

[chaos-griffin]

I just realized two days later that i didnt fucking say anything about the goosling

ITS BEAUTIFUL I WANNA STEAL IT

Baby geese look so- slightly off idk

They look like chaos incarnate

I like that

Fluffy chaos balls with necks

(Also pls dont question why i randomly remembered this at 2:30 am it was important to my brain

I have my priorities straight xx)

[papayafromtv]

conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 64 (masterpost here)

Jason: *snicker* come on, it's fine. patrol's basically over, the kids are all back at the cave, the entire city is peaceful, you can take one sip.

Bruce, tired: for the fourth time, i don't drink on the job, Hood.

Jason: come onnnn~ we haven't had some adult-batfamily hang out time for ages. it's the only time i ever like you, you gotta partake.

Bruce: *grunt* i'm still Gotham's protector.

Jason: ok and you're also my legal adoptive father, so take the stick out of your ass and have a beer with me. come on- come onnnn, i got a spare flaaaaassskkk~

*a long beat of silence*

Jason: come on- that's it- open up, i'll tip it in, you just gotta swallow, there we go,

Dick, amused: you have got the be the only person on this planet that can peer-pressure Batman into drinking alcohol, Jay.

Bruce: -ok, no, take it away, i'm not falling for this.

Jason: DICK. I WAS SO CLOSE.

Dick: *wheeze* i'm sorry- i didn't mean to-!

Jason: YOU SUCK.

Dick: *cackle* just gimmie the other flask, don't waste it.

*faint sloshing*

Bruce, resigned: you shouldn't be doing this in your suits, if something were to happen...

Dick: B, buddy, we've been sneaking alcohol into our bat-water-bottles since Jason was first adopted. we know how to swing and drink.

Bruce: i still don't know how i never caught you,

Jason, mouth slightly full: 'oo were- *cough* you were a very self centred guardian back then, man. i could do anything, you weren't fuckin' looking.

Bruce: *sigh* yes, well, mistakes were made.

Jason: *laughs* you're good, we had fun.

Dick, wistful: man, we did have some fucking fun. i still remember- Jay, do you remember when you snuck out to that party and B found out you were gone in the middle of the night-?

Jason: OH- oh, the time that i came back at like three AM and he'd moved ALL THE FURNITURE?

Bruce: *light snort*

Dick: *wheeze* yeah-

Jason: fucking- i was gone for like four hours and you moved all the furniture in the front section of the house into the back ballroom so i got back and thought i was in a fucking fever dream, everywhere empty,

Dick: *high-pitched, giggling* and he- he told you that a bunch of people had broken in and stolen all of our stuff-!

Jason, mocking: 'well maybe if Robin had been around then he could have stopped the crime, but apparently he had better things to do tonight-', *cackle*

Bruce, clearly amused: ah, yes. how long did i hide our furniture for?

Jason: dude- like two weeks! you kept coming up with excuses as to why i shouldn't go further into the manor than usual- you slept on the fucking floor.

Bruce: listen- *chuckle* listen-

Jason: NO FUCK OFF YOU CAN'T DEFEND THAT! THAT WAS MEAN!

Dick: god- you know honestly, i think we were too stubborn back then to say it out loud, but shit B, you gave as good as we did- you were funny.

Bruce: i was childish and didn't understand how to be a parent, Dick. i was bitter, and i was taking it out on the people i was supposed to lead.

Dick: yeah yeah- i'm not saying you didn't have failings within your moral responsibilities, we all did; but looking back, you did not get enough credit for the shit you used to pull.

Jason: i will admit i laughed hard at some of the shit he did. to this fucking day, one of my favourite memories from the first year after i got adopted was that weekend you came back to the manor for a big case bust, and halfway through patrol you got into that huge argument and swung back to Bludhaven so you left all your shit at the manor, and B- *wheeze* and B,

Dick: we got into so many arguments, Jace. you need to clarify-

Bruce: he uh, *audibly holding back laughter* i think he's talking about the time you left your car here, so i- *snort*...i sold it.

Dick: ...oh my god- I REMEMBER THAT!

Jason: *still wheezing*

Dick: MY FUCKING BENTLY, THAT SHIT WAS A CLASSIC.

Bruce, unapologetic: i know, ...and i gave it to one of the gardeners at Drake Manor for fifty dollars and a pepsi.

Jason: *crying* oh my- hold me,

Bruce: you're gonna- Jaylad, you're gonna fall off the roof, come here- *snickering*

Dick: i- B i was so mad back then, you have no idea. like it- *laugh* i did not find it funny. i had no respect for the comedic genius of your moves.

Bruce: yeah, well, we've all grown since then. that was the point, wasn't it? being better for the kids?

Jason: it would be funny if you sold Tim's car though,

Bruce, admonishing: Jason,

Jason: *cackle*

[incorrectbatfam]

Jason: I'm not "ghosting" you, I forgot I was alive.

[grakkie]

HORWSE

[papayafromtv]

i like a Jason Todd whose reaction upon seeing that the little Drake kid he used to look out for during high-society events has taken up his mantle and is doing a surprisingly good job at it is to just go ‘i’m feeling an intense and confusing mix of cuteness aggression and indignant rage, which is confusing for me, but luckily my body’s reaction to both those emotions is to start throwing hands, so that kid better square up’. and a Tim Drake whose reaction to Jason revealing his identity to him and attempting to end his life at Titans Tower is to just go ‘ah, wrestling. i’ve seen this in sitcoms before. this is a common brotherly bonding activity. he has accepted me into his family, my mission has succeeded’. and then proceeds to start following the Red Hood around like a lost duckling, completely ignorant to Bruce and Dick’s genuine fear for his life.

the only reason Jason lets Tim hang around is because it’s like when you put a blanket over a dog’s head and they’re so confused as to where the light’s gone that they just freeze. Jason’s so confused he’s just letting Tim do his thing. in his mind he got the restless energy out the first time he beat Tim up, he’s kinda moved past it and doesn’t care. but now the kid keeps following him down the street whenever he goes out for a walk and he’s so fucking baffled as to the possible reasons for such actions that he’s just. incapable of stopping it. he’s just stuck side-eyeing Tim like when you’re eating a sandwich outside and a seagull starts walking suspiciously near you. you don’t quite know what to do about it yet because it’s not really doing anything, so you just keep an eye on it and try to get on with your meal, Alert but Stationary.

Tim just thinks he and Jason are bros now. Jason is genuinely starting to think this guy’s special needs and he doesn’t know what to do.

[red-plutoo]

I saw this thing from who knows where, I sure don’t, but it was essentially that no matter how powerful an enemy is, they’re never really as equipped as they’d like to someone just running at them with a blunt weapon, and I like to think that’s how the bats work, not a soul they fight is truly as prepared as they should to someone running at them, holding a stick

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Riddler(laughing): cmon now red robin, entertain me

Tim(starts swinging with staff):

Riddler(expected detective Tim, got brute force): oh what the shit-

Riddler: nuh uh, nuh uh, nope. No

Riddler(running off):

Tim(mocking): cmon, entertain me

Riddler: you’re an ass!

Tim: I’m great

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Random goon: aww baby bird is all by herself-

Maps(punches him in the dick):

Random goon(crumples): ughfuck

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Deathstroke(crushing dicks com): aww little robin, can’t call for backup now

Dick(just throws an eskrima stick at him):

Deathstroke: oh cmon-

Dick: I still have my phone btw

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Jason: cut the crap black mask

Black mask: I just wanna keep my girls, and what are you gonna do? You don’t have anymore ammo

Jason(picks up a metal pipe):

Black mask(suddenly getting Déjà vu): ha, ha…

Black mask: I don’t like this.

Jason(grinning): good

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Kite man: cmon spoiler, you’ve got no more weapons

Steph(smacks him in the back of the head with a shovel): yeah I ain’t sure that one’s true

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Scarecrow: thank god I got it without its swords, its defenceless, and we both know that fear loves vulnerability

Damian:

Damian(picks up a brick):

Scarecrow: woah there, let’s not get too excited

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Penguin: stop raiding my lounge!

Cass: ?

Penguin(pointing umbrella at her): quit it

Cass(just punches him):

Penguin: Oof- god I miss when there was just one bat

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Joker: itty bitty batsy, all alone

Bruce(chucks his blackberry at him):

Joker: asshat.

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Calculator: nice to see you face to face oracle

Babs: ?

Calculator: yknow I should’ve tracked you down much longer ago-

Babs(slams a baton into his knees):

Calculator(keels over): fuck

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Duke(sigh): out of all the villains…

Condiment king(laughing):

Duke(pelts eskrima at face): SHUT UP ITS 6:40 AM

condiment king: ow- wtf

[nina-s0]

Red hood and Nightwing who get kidnapped and are sitting in an almost abandoned warehouse waiting for Batman. But this is pre-redhood reveal. And Jason's voice modulator is busted. And Jason is 76% sure dick would recognise his voice. So he starts speaking British.

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Dick: so huh funny seeing you here

Jason, lowk panicking: rIgHt.

Dick, concerned: hey u good man?

Jason, high key panicking: yEaH.

Jason: um wag1 my g?

Dick:

Dick: what the fuck

Jason: whats- what's popping?

Dick: what

Jason: fuck I meant um fancy- um- fancy seeing yo's yung blood about and that

Dick, confused asf: are you- are u British?

Jason, feeling it now: fuck yeah!

Dick: i- are you- are you sure?

Jason, channeling his inner Alfred: yeah... mate?

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They get out eventually and when Dick retells what he witnessed in the Batcave, everyone else is there trying to figure out if he was acting and they are ALL too scared to ask Alfred if British people actually speak like that (they don't). Damian, meanwhile, is clutching his stomach trying not to burst out laughing cause he 100% knows Jason cracked under pressure.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Can you imagine Jason Todd who spent years staring up at Dick Grayson?

His older brother who operated with a hair trigger…

Could go from laughing with Bruce to screaming at the top of his lungs.

Towering over Jason, Jason who watched Dick shatter knee caps, quip at goons, laughing when a gun ended up pressed to his forehead.

Dick Grayson who seemed untouchable.

Jason Todd back from the dead three feet taller able to see the top of Dick’s hair.

Watching as Nightwing ruffles the new Robin’s head.

Nightwing who is now soft.

Jason bitter, another thing erased by his death.

Until both little birdies go missing.

Damian and Tim are gone.

The Red Hood leaving bodies. He’s not the one who made Gotham hesitate.

Whispers are spreading. A bird has lost his smile.

Nightwing is quiet.

Nightwing is hunting.

Jason thought that his brother had changed.

He has forgotten what it means to be a performer.

A room of corpses, two little birdies safe and sound.

His brother painted red.

“Didn’t think Red Hood believed in mercy?”

“You call this mercy?”

“Death is mercy…

[red-plutoo]

Extension on my duke seeing the ghosts of the Wayne’s post, but periodically Jason is followed around by a mini jaybin ghost that he used to think he was the only one who could see it, but he accidentally learnt duke could too

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Jason(grumbling): I swear to fuck

Jaybin: :>

Duke: Jason why do you have a child

Jason: you can see him???

Duke: am I not supposed to???

Jason: no???

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Duke(one explanation later): damn you were a cute kid

Duke: what happened?

Jason: your a bitch you know that?

Duke(covering jaybins ears): language Jason! You can’t say shit like that near kids

Jason: I can promise you it’s heard worse

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Duke(now helping babysit): do ghosts need to like eat? B’s parents don’t, but like he’s a kid so is it different?

Jason: i have no idea, it literally just appears every couple months and doesn’t leave me alone

Duke: why do you call him it?

Jason: cause it’s an it.

Duke: all I’m hearing is childhood trauma

Jason(eye roll): since you’re the peak of mental health obviously

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Jaybin(reading):

Duke(brushing his hair): why does everyone think you were the angry Robin? You were adorable and a nerd

Jason(fake hair swish): I’m adorable now

Duke:

Duke: yeah no

Jason: it’s cause dickface is a sweetheart now and nobody can comprehend he used to be an asshole

Duke: he’s a cop I can fully believe that

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Jaybin’s book(something bad happens to favourite characters):

Jaybin(let’s out longest string of swears ever heard by man):

Jason(used to this): you tell em mini me

Duke: wtf

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Jaybin(hits duke with pillow): kablam!

Duke(covering his head with a pillow): hey!!

Jaybin: sucks to suck (sticks out tongue)

Duke: dude- Jason this guys crazy

Jason: why does this surprise you you’ve met me?

Duke: touché

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All three(sneaking into Wayne manor):

Duke: Thomas? Martha?

Jason: are we sure they’re here? I’ve never seen them

Duke: they say they like the afterlife so they only show up sometimes

Jaybin: do you two ever think it’s really weird you can see ghost?

Duke(possibly immortal):

Jason(can’t stay dead):

Duke/jason: no not really

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Thomas(picking up jaybin): oh hello!

Jaybin(laughing):

Duke: hi Thomas

Jason(did not know duke was telling the truth): oh Jesus-

Thomas: more grandbabies :>

[red-plutoo]

The bats are incredibly good at staying unnoticed in small spaces together due to them having stakeouts and such on patrol, they also spend a lot of in a massive house with winding corridors, blocked off servant entrances, secret passages, bat passages and unfinished construction work to fix the consequences of their actions, aka, there be places to hide

I feel like this leads to them all constantly jump scaring each other from just being in strange places

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Tim, making pasta in the kitchen:

Duke, sticking his head out from behind a painting: can I have some?

Tim: Jesus-

Tim: where did you come from?

Duke: my mom?

Tim, sighing:

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Damian, perched on a rafter: did you fill them up?

Maps, behind him with 2 full water guns: yup

Damian: good

Damian, clears throat: father!

Bruce, walking into the room: Damian?

Maps/damain, shoots at him:

Bruce: where the fu-

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Babs, reading:

Dick, randomly falling from the ceiling:

Babs: hi dick

Dick: hi babs

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Jason, climbing into the library:

Tim, half way out the vents:

Jason: wtf.

Tim:

Tim: yeah I can’t defend this

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Steph, randomly exploring the manor:

Steph, opens door:

Dick, fully just prepping a seance:

Steph: ??

Rachel, who the seance is for: do you… wanna help?

Steph: as long as I don’t get sacrificed sure

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Damian, painting:

Cass, appearing from behind a statue: ?

Damian: it’s oil paint, would you like to try?

Cass: please

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Dick, chilling on a chandelier:

Bruce: ??

Dick: why does this still surprise you?

Bruce: I don’t even know. Just get down

Dick: no <3

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Jason, wandering the library with Tim: I mean it’s kinda a shitty idea

Tim, leaning against a bookcase: yeah I know-

Bookcase, spins around and takes Tim with it:

Jason: I mean sure but-

Jason: where the fuck did you go.

Tim, now in a different room: I don’t know

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Maps, followed Cass into the batcave:

Maps, staring at the fire poles:

Cass: ?

Maps: do we have to like.. climb them to get back out

Cass: no there’s a stair case back up

Maps: where?? I’ve checked like every room

Cass: I’m not even sure to be fair

Maps: ???

Cass: yeah

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Bruce, going to get coffee:

Duke/damian, sat on top of the fridge:

Bruce:

Bruce: why.

Duke: why not

Damian: yeah why not

Bruce, sighing:

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

ok so– 5 Hundred Miles trend but with TDSBisd's Tim

like, he's physically not as far away from his family his home as he was when he died in the middle of snowy nowhere,

but now he's living in the next house over and yet so, so further away from home

-💮

YOUUU ARE IN MY BRAINN- I swear I have been imagining the story so much frame by frame (And here is a slightly diff version of my ramblings since the "new timeline" one would be spoilers-)

"Lord i'm one..."

Tim in the robin costume, laughing as Nightwing rustles his hair, Batman hides a proud smirk. But they are together, one unit in the night, and everything is perfect.

"Lord im two"

His uniform is different now, dull, bloody almost. His hands are not clean. Neither is the hands of the two new figures looming over him "brothers" not by blood- but by violence. He loves them regardless.

"Lord i'm three"

Mansion door slammed open, faces twisted in anger, in sorrow, or absent all together. He needed them, but he needed to be alone even more. It would only be for a little while, just until he licked his own wounds shut. Just a little while, a mantra repeated as the night swallowed him whole.

"Lord im four"

Tim, no more a person than a cracking mask. Every contact a burn, A week turned into a month, then days slipped away all together. They were still bounded, by what? He didn't know anymore. They stopped trying, and so did he. There was no fixing what pieces refused to be rejoined.

"Lord im five, hundred miles..."

Standing on the snowy landscape, face to face, a blast, and then nothing more than a steadily growing stain of red on pristine white hills that will soon be buried and forgotten alongside the rest of his existance. The snow would become his grave, and his fate.

"...From my home"

A Wayne family dinner set up, tense, maybe a tad cold, but everyone is there. Though there is one spot with a chair untouched, a plate empty, and no one bats an eye. How can they mourn what was already long gone?

[jasontoddscrowbars]

One day, Dick to Jason: Everytime Bruce passes a blue eyed black haired orphan, Sarah McLachlan’s Angel begins to play.

Jason: in his head?

The boys pause as they hear the Gala’s music begin to change. Dick’s eyes narrow. He begins to look for Bruce, shoving guests aside in a panic as he does. Jason excitedly follows his big brother around like a little duckling, eating up the chaos.

The performer: In the arms of the angel!

Dicks eyes finally land on Bruce. Before him is the Drake family. Janet and Jack are introducing their son to him. Blue eyed and black haired.

Jason: ohh.

Jason: should we let that boy know?

Dick, panicking: nooo!

The crowd turns to him as he races forward. He whips past Clark elbowing the man in the gut. Just as Bruce is about to kneel down and take Tim’s hand Dicks fists meet Bruce’s groin as he leaps tackling him to the ground.

Dick ensues to struggle with his dad as Jason comes up taking Tim’s hand eagerly shaking it in wide motions.

Jason: hi! I’m Jason!

Jason: one day I’ll be your big brother when your parents die and my dad adopts you!

Janet and Jack: -_-

Jason: until then, keep holding up. Can’t wait to hear how much your life has sucked!

Tim: and that’s why I decided to dig into your family and how I found out you guys are super hero’s.

Dick and Bruce glared down at Jason but Jason was staring back at Dick.

Jason: what?

Jason: Dicks the one who put that absurd idea in my poor naive child mind. I was just happy to get a baby brother.

Bruce: I do not adopt a child everytime Angel plays-

An ASPCA commercial begins to play. Sarah McLachlan. Bruce gets an alert. He looks at it and as he turns pitch red Dick tosses his hands up in the air.

Dick: who is it this time?!

Bruce: I have a son named Damian.

Jason: blue eyed, black haired.

Bruce: yes but this one came from my own balls.

[bearcosmic]

Dick: You haven’t tried to kill tim in like a year. don’t pretend he’s not growing on you

Damian: TT. As a principal, I refrain in partaking in impossible tasks. It’s futile and a waste of time.

Jason: Careful brat, that almost sounded like a compliment.

Damian: How is understanding Drakes state of being a compliment? He didn’t earn his imperishability as far as I know. It’s a fluke of fate.

Jason: You lost me kid. What are you on about.

Damian: He is immortal. It does not reflect badly on my skillset to be unable kill an unlikable being.

Dick: Wait Dami, do you actually think Tims immortal?? Or is that a turn of phrase.

Jason: *snorts* Dude I think he’s deadass

Damian: *annoyed* How else would you explain the amount of life threatening injuries he’s sustained as well as the innumerable death defying stunts he pulls on an almost daily basis? He has been impaled at least once, has had his throat slit, and has survived multiple falls from unsurvivable heights . Mortals can’t do that

Dick: Yeah but you’ve seen him get hurt. He’s hurt like all the time.

Damian: *sighs* invulnerability and immortality are not mutually exclusive Richard. Don’t be daft.

Jason: *shouting* TIM GET IN HERE

Tim, shuffles into the room, clearly on hour 36 of no sleep: what

Jason: Damian thinks you’re immortal.

Tim looking at his brothers with a considering look on his face: well, I could be. we won’t know until we test it.

Dick, nervously: How would we test that? I don’t think there’s a way to test that without you dying Tim.

Tim, rubbing his chin: We could—

Dick: NO! WE ARE NOT TESTING THE LIMITS OF YOUR MORTALITY TODAY. GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP TIM.

Tim: Well i’m free tomorrow, my meeting got cancelled so my calendars open.

Dick: BRUCE!! BRUCE TIM IS TRYING TO KILL HIMSELF

Damian: I am on spring break so I am free as well

Jason: *cackling*

Dick: Damian, Tim is NOT immortal. Tim, you are NOT immortal. I swear to god if you jump off a building or something i’ll KILL YOU.

Tim: Well, that would help test the hypothesis so…

Dick: BRUCE! BRUCE!!!!

[papayafromtv]

conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 47 (masterpost here)

Tim: *amidst the wooshing of air* ok, be honest with me,

Jason: *hums*

Tim: what's up with Damian?

Jason: *snort* what's up with Damian?

Tim: what, like... what does he have. what's wrong with him.

*a beat*

Jason: *wheeze*

Tim: *grunt* *gravel scraping* no- you know what i mean. you've known him the longest, and he's a very specific flavour of person.

Jason: *still cacking* no i- i know. i get it.

Tim: so what the fuck's up with him? i caught him tearing up the tiles in his bathroom the other day because they weren't 'organised correctly'.

Jason: *wheeze* i mean- i mean can you blame him? bless him, that kid was just alone in a desert being raised in an environment that taught the only important thing was him being 'up to code', and then all of a sudden he was deported from his homeland over to fuckin' Gotham of all places, and now he's stuck in this shitshow of a city with this shitshow of a family.

Tim: *snort* so what, he's OCD to make up for the mess that is his life?

Jason: you have had way worse coping mechanisms in the past, Replacement. don't even start.

Tim, indignant: i have- i have not,

Jason: *laughs* when we- Tim, when we first met, you were halfway to an anxiety attack in the middle of a gala at Wayne Manor, and you were dealing with it by hyperventilating and making a step-map of the entire accessible area the gala was in.

Tim: w- ok,

Jason, high-pitched: i offered you a glass of water and you asked if you could see how many steps it took to get to Bruce's bedroom instead-!

Tim: i-!

Tim, audibly embarrassed: ...listen, i was- i-

Jason, still mid-laugh: be honest with me Timmers, do you or do you not still remember the amount of steps and turns it takes to get from the garden to the front maintenance cupboard?

*a beat*

Tim: alright fuck you, you made your point.

Jason, gleeful: that's what i fucking thought-!

[thcyn]

TW: child neglect ---

yayyyy happy ending~ idk if my point is coming across but current Tim got deaged to the time he wished the bedmonster would adopt him or smth along those lines...

It was fun actually working on smth with a lil more plot 🕺🕺🕺

Edit: someone wrote a fic based on this comic and holy shit

[chaos-griffin]

Some lil sketches of damian and jason in the league of assassins I've done over the last year

One can tell i was struggling with damians hair, lol