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@just-batfamily
HOLY MOTHER OF ARIEL!!!! IT'S OVERRRRR!!! AAAAAAAAAA
I'm so tired. I don't know what colors are. I had so much fun.
Thank you all for following this nonsense!!!! You'll see it all again, just not on a daily basis cause like HOLY MERMAIDS BATMAN!!!! WHY DID I DO THIS LMAO imma go pass out now bye
Big Bat and his little baby birds
Little boys love their father!!!
Everytime I google sources for languages that Dick speaks, no one ever cites them. So I'm starting a collection, if you've got more feel free to add!
American Sign Language:
The New Teen Titans (1984) #45
Farsi:
Robin (1993) #175
French:
Batman: Gotham Knights #14
German:
Justice League of America (2006) #44
Italian:
Nightwing (1996) #72
Russian:
Grayson #1
Tamaranean:
Action Comics #842
Japanese:
The Titans Annual #1
Nightwing Vol. 4 #42
batfam ? i only know merfam
(lowkey inspired by @symeona ’s mermay art :0 !!!! go check them out!!!!!)
Just wanted to draw the three of them together
AU with Dick as Nightwing and Jason as Flamebird in adulthood. Jason’s costume is the black and red version of Dick’s usual black and blue Nightwing costume, but with Jason’s own personal touches like his brown jacket, etc.
And they’re all purpose vigilantes like the rest of the Batfamily, but they have their own additional focus specific to them: protecting abused children. Dick’s focus is more geared towards juvie and state sanctioned child housing, while Jason’s is more towards domestic abuse, but both have the same reputation: children in Gotham and Bludhaven know that Nightwing and Flamebird have eyes and ears everywhere, and that if it’s not safe to go to the adults in their life to report their abuse, just leave a signal for the brothers - their version of the Batsignal, specifically spread through Gotham schools via whispered rumors specifically for this.
Just draw in chalk or spray paint on the wall of your building the brothers’ symbol of a V shaped raptor (like on the front of their costumes) and once word of it reaches them via their network of kids keeping an eye out for those marks or Oracle sees it via one of her plentiful cameras, the brothers will come and figure out a way to help you.
It doesn’t have to be big or garish or eye catching, and soon the buildings of both cities, from low rent tenement buildings to wealthy mansions and juvie centers and even schools are dotted with small red and blue V shapes that most adults just dismiss as graffiti homages to the vigilantes known to have a soft spot for kids in particular.
Never recognizing them for the cries for help they are, because if there’s one thing the children of Gotham and Bludhaven guard zealously, it’s the secret of the red and blue birds in flight. It’s not a thing for adults, it’s just for them, and they never know when they might be the one who needs Nightwing and Flamebird to come and believe them.
Because that’s the power of their symbol - no matter who you are, who your parents are, if you send it they will come.
And they will believe you.
And Dick and Jason had their hopes for this, when they first conceived this idea and put it in motion. It was slow to catch on at first - hesitant - but they kept pushing it, kept making noise about the abusers they caught rather than let those get swept under the rug, aimed at catching the attention of those who needed to see the message they were sending: the kids who had heard the rumor of what happens if you put up the brothers’ symbol, but weren’t sure if it was real, were afraid to hope.
And then, like snow rolling down a mountainside, it picks up steam. Becomes a movement in plurality rather than a singular motion. An avalanche. Birds rising up on the sides of many-storied buildings, reaching for the sky, desperate for freedom. It isn’t long before Dick and Jason are swamped, too many signals appearing and only two of them.
Doesn’t matter though. They made this their crusade for a reason. It needed doing. And they’ll keep doing it as long as it needs to be done.
But then a curious thing starts to happen.
An older boy happens to notice this scrawny kid in his building painstakingly drawing the symbol in chalk in the alley hardly anyone ever walks down unless they’re desperate. Casually watches which apartment the kid goes back inside to, recognizes it as one he hears a lot of yelling coming out of at all hours of the day - he heard some gossip in the lobby once, older neighbors clucking their tongues about the guy in that apartment getting laid off a couple months ago. The next time he sees the kid hanging out on the front steps of the building, almost like he’s trying to delay going inside as long as possible, he stops his buddies and invites the kid to come join their basketball game, as long as he doesn’t need to be anywhere any time soon. They tend to play all day.
A middle school teacher offers to give one of his students a little extra help after school, some one on one time to help her really get the hang of those equations she’s having a hard time with. She hesitates, thinks about the red bird someone spraypainted below one of the classroom’s windows last month. Thanks him politely, but says she’s going to ask her dad for help with it at home.
A blue bird is scrawled into the floor of the boys’ locker room at a Gotham high school when the wrestling team comes in to get changed for practice one day. They all look thrown by it, glancing around at each other and clearly wondering if it was any one of them who put it there, or someone from another team, maybe a football player. They know what it means though, and the atmosphere in that locker room is a little quieter, the rest of the week, a little more subdued. Less jokes of a certain nature, some of them visibly hesitating before making a joke that seems less funny now that they’re not sure if one of their buddies might perceive it entirely differently. Some of them start to ask each other one on one, whispered in private, in confidence, like….hey, you know like, if something like that ever did happen, you could totally tell me right? You know I’d have your back, right?
Some kids happen to notice one of the houses on their bus route has what looks like a bird scratched into a windowsill. They start to pay a little closer attention to the kid who comes out of that house each day, to join them on the bus. Notice some bruises they never thought twice about before, they’ve seen him getting his ass kicked on the playground and figured that was where they were from. And in time one, two, three even four different students have pulled aside a teacher to say they’re kinda worried about a particular classmate, even if they don’t mention why. She starts to pay closer attention as well.
Because see, the real power of heroes has always been in their symbols. In the examples they set. And the children of Gotham and Bludhaven have always had voices - they just needed to know there was someone out there willing to listen, before speaking up….where more than just the two Birds themselves might be around to hear.
And after all, kids saving kids. Kids saving each other. Kids saving themselves.
That’s always been the power of Robins.
was messing with some fake tweet makers and the idea that dick just uses twitter to compliment and flirt with himself hit me and i couldn’t stop til i made it.
big wing little wing !!
Whenever I see a biphobic comment about Tim Drake anywhere, I’m gonna shove this proud Dick pic in their face
I’m very happy today, thanks to the writer for making this happen.
Timmy did it!! He did it! I interrupt my usual shenanigans to scream into the void, because OH MY GOD. I drew Tinkon like. 10 years ago? AND. BI TIM!! A bi ROBIN, AHHH.
I was having writers block and so I took a break and soon enough it was 3 in the morning and I had impulsively sewn together a tiny mouse you’re welcome
For those of you who asked, I have made a sewing tutorial on how to make your very own Peaches the Mouse!
I see people reblogging this with “to buy” but this pattern is free??? Someone even asked me “why don’t you charge money for it, it took you forever to put the document together” and I said “Not a lot of people have money and if they have some fabric scraps and a couple of buttons lying around they can make themselves a little mouse friend for free and that might make them happy and that makes me happier than receiving money???” Make yourself a liddol creacher! Heals the Soul!
if your still taking requests can you do tim and the goose
You get a Tiny Timmy and goose frien scribble.
I have been in love with Timmy and Tommy from Animal Crossing for so long and I knew that I had to draw them with Timmy Drake at some point! I feel like they would be very interested in his bat-tech.
So Imagine…
A world where Bruce Wayne died as a child in that alley that day, Martha and Thomas Wayne grieve as normal parents. They DO NOT BECOME BATMAN AND JOKER.
Nothing ever remains the same after losing their little boy. So, Thomas buries himself in his work and Martha drowns herself in depression and pain. They do therapy and it works a little and life becomes bearable but…not happy.
One day, Alfred badgers the couple to go out and relax a little and buys them tickets for a circus - Haly’s circus. Everything was going nice and dandy and Martha was in awe of this little acrobat as much as the rest of the crowd when suddenly the rope snaps and the boy’s parents fall to their deaths - right in front of him and the gathering. Thomas is quick to jump in to see if he could help them in any way but Martha can see it in his eyes that they are as dead as they can be.
They return to home with heavy hearts and Martha can’t get the image of the little boy out of her head. His skin was a light shade of bronze but his dark hair and bright cerulean blue eyes reminded her so much of Bruce that her heart wouldn’t rest. So a few days later she uses her connections to know if the child is safe and well cared for, when to her immense horror, she is replied that he was shipped to Gotham Juvie due to the lack of foster homes. She is enraged.
She calls Thomas and Alfred and lets them know about the little acrobat’s situation and declares that she was going to adopt him. They hesitate a little but she is not to be deterred as she goes ahead and brings the little boy home.
Richard John Grayson - Wayne. Or Dick, as he likes to call himself.
He is adamant that he wants no parents and Martha is fine because not only that she is old enough to be not his mother but also because no child can ever be her Bruce.
“You can just call me Grandma then.” She tells him.
His eyes are wide but he nods and then smiles and Martha, in a long while, has never felt this happy.
Her new Grandson, despite losing his parents, is a ray of sunshine with unlimited supply of energy and the cold and empty manor is warm and happy again.
Dick is a little charmer and even after Thomas and Alfred’s initial reluctance, they immediately fall in love with the boy and one day, when Martha comes down to the morning breakfast, she hears a happy, deep rumble - one she has not heard in many years. Thomas is laughing.
There on the dining table, seated beside Dick, was Thomas laughing. Her eyes water at the scene and Alfred, who is standing beside her offers her a handkerchief. None of them mention how his own eyes are wet too.
…
Dick is sixteen, a brilliant boy in academics as much as they disinterest him but an invincible athlete. Martha has been told time and time again that her grandson is undoubtedly a international level gymnast. But he is a teenager.
And teenagers steal their grandparent’s ‘coolest’ car and rush off into the night. But they don’t come back with a little battered and bruised, homeless kid tucked under their arm.
“He had jacked three tires off your car. When I confronted him, he tried to hit me with a tire iron.” He says, amused, as Thomas tries to convince the child to show him his injuries.
“I didn’t do nothin’! He’s a fuckin’ big boob liar!” They boy screams, his blue green eyes glaring daggers at Dick.
“Language.” Both her and Alfred warn simultaneously.
After hours of struggle, interrogation and fuck you’s, Martha learns that the child’s name is Jason. He is twelve. Mother died form drug overdosing and Dad is a petty henchman of some crime lord. He ran away from multiple foster homes because they are so abusive that the child feels safer on streets.
Martha goes on a rampage over Gotham’s foster care after that. She did not donate millions of dollars annually for children to feel safer on streets. After of lot of talks and reassurances and promises, Martha acquires her second grandchild.
Jason Peter Todd - Wayne.
Jason is tiny. Malnourished like Leslie said. But he is sharp, observant and hungry for knowledge. Martha and Alfred joke that Jason is Thomas’ soul child. Where Dick had loved activity and movement, Jason liked quiet and stability - Martha thinks that running and fighting for survival on streets every single day does that you. So evenings often found her and Dick in the garden but Thomas and Jason in the library pouring over as many books as they can.
And to nobody’s surprise, despite their rocky start, the boys become inseparable. They are outwardly different, with clashing interests and behaviors but Martha can see that they both carry the same cores of light.
When the morning of Dick’s Parent’s death anniversary comes around, both her and Thomas find Jason on Dick’s bed, arms curled protectively around his big brother. For the first time in so many years, Dick wakes up to warmth surrounding him, not nightmares.
…
Both her grandsons attend Gotham Academy so when she receives a phone call from the Principal, she is half surprised and half not. When she enters the Principal’s office, both her boys are standing on one side, Jason with his head hung in shame and Dick glaring daggers at the other side. The boy who seems to be injured is being coddled by his mother who is shooting nasty glares at her grandchildren periodically.
Then she notices another small boy standing beside her boys, trying to melt into the wall.
Tim Drake. The only son of Jack and Janet Drake of Drake Industries.
She arches a questioning eyebrow at Dick who shakes his head and then she turns to the Principal.
“What happened here?”
“Glad to see you’re here Mrs. Wayne.” The Principal says, pushing his glasses up his nose, “I regret to inform you that your ward Jason Peter Todd attacked this young man here.” He gestures to the other boy.
“Madam, Gotham Academy is a prestigious school and we do not encourage physical violence here. Yes, it might have been acceptable from where he came from but it won’t be, here. I hope you give us the right to punish Mr. Todd here appropriately.”
Martha inwardly bristles at the jab at her grandson and says crisply, “Mr. Wayne.”
“What?”
“He’s not just Todd. He is a Wayne. Please remember that.”
“Principal Sir.” Dick cuts in and Martha is confused because as hyperactive as Dick is, he is a mannerly child and knows better than to cut in a conversation like this but what draws her attention is the chilling tone which Dick almost never uses. Dick continues, “Why don’t you tell our grandmother more of your regrets? Or the prestigious Gotham Academy believes that bullying is acceptable.”
Martha has been told what she needs to know.
“Jason?” she calls out to her youngest grandson softly, “What happened?”
Jason is quiet when suddenly Tim Drake moves forward. She can see he is scared the way his hands shake but determination shines in his blue eyes. She likes him.
“I want to say something.”
He narrates the tale of how he was being bullied and how the boy on the other side with his mother threw his science project model away and broke it and physically tried to attack him when Jason stepped in to save him. Martha felt nothing but pride at Jason’s righteous indignation.
Tim also explained that Jason exercised immense control even after these bullies called him ‘street rat’, but the verbal spar intensified after Dick was insulted for his Romani heritage, but it came to fist fight after Thomas and Martha were insulted, and Bruce’s death was made fun of.
Her gaze snaps to the other three occupants of the room and they are all in various shades of pale. Apparently, the Principal had not done his homework.
“Principal” She says icily, “Yes, I give you the authority to punish Jason appropriately but only when this young man here”, she gestures to the boy who was now cowering behind his mother, “Is dealt with in the same way.”
After threatening the Principal in soft words but harsh tone about not tolerating to having her grandsons bullied the next time, she grabs Jason’s hand to drag him away from these people who don’t deserve his company, when her eyes fall on the little trembling Tim.
She offers him her hand.
He stares at it, shocked but after an encouraging smile from Dick and a small shove from Jason, he takes it shyly.
And since that day, Tim becomes a member of Martha’s family. The boys stay together so much that even Thomas forgets that Tim is not theirs.
Tim’s upbringing sends Martha’s grandmother instincts on a haywire and she resents the Drakes for their criminal neglect towards Tim.
It is rewarding that Tim flourishes in their attention.
She learns that his hobby is Photography and he is excellent at it. And he is a genius when it comes to science, computers and gadgets. He likes crime thrillers movies and books and often picks them apart with his scarily good knowledge about forensics that leave the rest of the family in awe and slightly disturbed.
The dam breaks when one day Jason and Dick return back from school telling her that Tim was absent today and they are worried about him. When they later sneak into the Drake mansion in the evening, Thomas receives a frantic call from their oldest grandchild that Tim was burning with fever. Because Thomas is a doctor, they save Tim before anything serious happens.
This time, it is Thomas who sues the Drakes for Tim’s custody after him and Jason had, had enough of ‘Timbo’s shitty parents’.
“Timothy?” Martha brushes his sweat soaked forehead gently. “Would you like to be a member of our family legally?“
Tim is hesitant about this but he admits that he likes Wayne manor much better than he ever liked Drake mansion. He confesses that he loves Jason and Dick as brothers and sees Martha, Thomas and Alfred as his grandparents as well.
The long custody battle ends with both Jack and Janet Drake dying at the hands of two different tragedies, leaving Tim an orphan, but also with a loving family consisting of three grandparents and two brothers by his side.
Timothy Jackson Drake - Wayne is adopted into the Wayne family as her and Thomas’ third grandson.
…
A year after they adopt Tim, Thomas comes home with a small girl on his side. She is clearly an east Asian in heritage with dark hair and dark eyes and is speech deprived. Thomas is clearly distressed after Cassandra - her name is Cassandra - is safely secured in warm bed in a nice room across Jason’s. He calls her, the three boys and Alfred to his study to explain about the small girl.
He talks about how Gordon brought the girl to him and after hours of wordless, signed and clumsily sketched on paper conversations with the little girl they were able to determine that Cassandra was hiding from her father who was an assassin and wanted to drag the little girl down the same path before she ran away. The more he talks about the damage and abuse the girl had experienced at the hands on her own father, the more furious Martha becomes. When Thomas’ explanations ends, Jason slams a punch into the wall making a dent but no one has the heart to reprimand him for that.
The following morning, Martha can see that her three boys have unanimously decided that they are adopting Cassandra as their sister. She is treated like a Princess, and given the nick name ‘Cass’.
Slowly but surely, Cass learns what it means to love through Dick’s bright kindness, Jason’s quiet protection and Tim’s infinite patience. After her father is finally apprehended, the family celebrates.
Cassandra Wayne, soon after, becomes the beloved Wayne Princess of Gotham.
Martha and Thomas often accompany their only granddaughter to her speech therapy lessons, so after six months of her adoption, at dinner, she places a kiss on everyone’s forehead - her three brothers and three grandparents, stands at the head of the table and croaks out, slowly, “Thank…thank you.” All of them stare at her flabbergasted, but it appears that she was planning to shock them even more.
“You…Love. Love you…”
The silence that follows her broken but sure words is deafening. Surprisingly it is Tim who breaks it as he scrambles out of his chair and launches himself at Cass, wrapping his arms around her and both Jason and Dick follow him, grabbing both their youngest siblings fiercely.
A quiet sob breaks her out of the trance and she smiles when she watches Thomas furiously wiping his tears from the sleeve of his shirt. The last time he had cried was at Bruce’s funeral. And Martha is infinitely grateful that this time these are happy tears.
…
Sometimes Martha wonders what would have happened if Bruce had lived. If these children are her grandchildren then does that mean they are Bruce’s kids? Had Bruce lived, would he have accepted these gaggle of kids that her and Thomas have collected over the years as his own? Would he have kids of his own?
Her questions are answered when one day she hears a slight commotion in the entrance is surprised to see a young woman with a sword threatening Alfred.
“I want to meet the Master of this house. Let them know immediately.” She demands in an authoritative but silky voice, and Martha suddenly sees the Toddler clutched in her arm.
“What is it?” Martha speaks as soon as she can when the woman notices her. She looks surprised for a second but immediately schools her features as the baby fusses.
“You’re alive.” She whispers and before any of them could make an indignant comment about her wordings, she says, “It appears that I might have traveled in to the wrong universe.”
Now that is interesting. Martha lives in a world where they are protected by aliens…so, it is certainly worth hearing for.
Martha offers the young lady an invitation for tea which she accepts. She notices how the woman carries herself with lethal grace and dignity as if she was a Princess but much more. As they sit and Alfred leaves to bring the promised team Martha notices how the woman’s eyes sweep over the place.
“How may I help you?”
Her voice attracts the attention of the toddler and this time, he is not clutched tightly enough to his mother’s chest to turn his small head and look at her. Martha gasps. Because the child looks too much like Toddler Bruce. But instead of the blue eyes like her son, this child has glowing green ones, like his mother. But still, the resemblance is uncanny.
“Yes, he is your son’s.” The woman answers the unasked question.
She is explained the existence of Multiverse, and it’s workings and how Bruce survived instead of them in that world, met Talia (the woman’s name is Talia Al Ghul) and had a child but had to leave. Talia mentions the reason she came here was because her son’s life was in danger and Talia’s father wanted to raise her son as an assassin Prince and a tool for him to use. Talia’s solution to protect her son was for her to give her son to the Bruce of this world to raise, since the Bruce of that world had gone missing.
“I can raise him.” Martha suddenly declares and the woman looks at him shocked. “I will not raise him into a life of violence but I can certainly protect him and give him a happy civilian life.”
Talia looks unsure, hesitant, but says, “I…have been a warrior since the day I can remember. Never once have I ever thought of my son not being a warrior. He was…born to be one.”
Martha smiles. “He doesn’t have to be one. Yes, his life will be infinitely different than the one you imagined but…he will be well loved and protected. I can assure you of that.”
“Damian.” Talia whispers as he deposits the baby in her arms after a lot of consideration. “His name is Damian.”
She looks at her son tenderly one last time and places a kiss on his forehead and Martha’s heart breaks a little for the young mother.
“Will you return back for him?” Martha asks as she follows the Talia to the door.
“No.” Talia whispers, her voice strained. “I will not. Any action taken by me is monitored by my father closely. If I return back, then he might know that I have left Damian here and I cannot let that happen. He is yours, forever.”
Martha gives her a sad smile. “You’re a brave and good mother Talia. Thank you for doing what is best for your son.”
She nods, not turning to look at Damian one last time as she leaves the manor grounds, never to return.
Martha looks at the baby secure in her arms and her lips quirk up into a grin at the sight of two curious green eyes watching her with interest.
“Welcome to the family, little Damian.”
When she introduces the new addition to the family, Thomas is dumbfounded. Dick is ecstatic at the prospect of having a new baby brother, Jason is secretly pleased, Cass is happiest and Tim looks unsure.
That’s how Damian Wayne - Al Ghul joins the family.
Damian fits in their home spectacularly. After few days of hesitation, like he had with Dick, Thomas takes to Damian quickly. He has an epic competition going on with their eldest grandson to become the baby’s favorite. Damian refuses to sleep without Thomas but his tantrums are only controlled and won over by Dick. Damian loves Jason manhandling him and giggles happily when the older boy throws him in the air or swings him around. Damian loves Cassandra because she knows what he wants before any of them do. And Cass loves to carry her little brother around to watch birds and animals in the manor grounds.
The only person Damian seems to not get along with is Tim and the older boy seems not be fond of him either. Because Damian wants everything Tim does and the older brother has to compromise for Damian every time. But Martha has to bite laughs a lot now a days because almost everytime Damian falls asleep, it is with Tim in vicinity. And she has caught the older boy tenderly covering Damian in his favorite blanket more often than not. Martha thinks that this is kind of cute but keeps her opinion to herself.
Her little grandson is quite protective of his siblings though. Anytime someone upsets any of his siblings, they are threatened with scowls, growls and even bites and stabbings in extreme cases.
Like last time when Mrs. Park made fun of Cassandra’s speech impairment, Damian almost bit her finger off. Damian hates one of Dick’s racist colleague (they all do) so much that anytime the man enters his field of vision, the first thing Damian gets his hand on is thrown at the guy’s head. With deadly precision. And last time when Mr. Link had called Jason ‘street rat’ for personally volunteering charity work for poor and homeless, Damian had smeared his juice and drool covered hands on the Man’s thousand dollars suit. And when one time, a reporter had infiltrated a Gala and chased Tim around to ask uncomfortable questions about his parent’s death and the Wayne’s involvement in it, Damian, noticing Tim’s distress had stabbed the reporter with a fork with no hesitation.
Martha is still not sure if she should encourage or reprimand Damian for that.
…
As she sits on the head of the table with Thomas on her side and Alfred on the other end, she wonders how miraculous it is for her to have all these children in her life.
Dick is engaged in an animated conversation with Stephanie who was introduced to the family as Tim’s girlfriend. Barbara, the daughter of James Gordon and Dick’s girlfirend/or not was helping Cass pile up food on her plate. Damian and Tim were bickering over something as usual but Jason trying to hide his snickers in guise of drinking water which made Martha sure that the something was Jason’s doing.
These people were her family. The ones she had gained after losing Bruce. She wonders, if there was a universe where Bruce got to meet her grandchildren.
Would he accept them? As family?
Would he love them? As family?
She brightly smiles when the multiple sets of eyes turn to her waiting for her to blow the candle.
“Happy Birthday Martha.”
Thomas says warmly, his voice thick with emotion and she meets his gaze and sees the love, affection and thankfulness in his eyes for this family that they had created after their earth shattering loss. She knows what she wants as she blows the candle on the cake flickering in front of her.
I wish for us to be family in every universe.
Apokolips War: Damian Style
Despite all odds, Dick got better. It was a slow recovery from the madness of the Lazarus Pit, but he had made progress. For now, instead of the snarling monster, the true Dick Grayson seemed to have won out.
He was still unpredictable to anyone who was not Damian. That, with the enhanced strength of the Pit, left grayson truly dangerous. The straitjacket stayed, but Dick was never violent with Damian. Dick's natural inclination to be a wholesome suburban mother to his little brother was returning, allowing Damian to spend more time with him.
“Good morning Grayson,” Damian murmured, as Dick looked up to see the person entering his room. Dick didn't reply - he never did - but he smiled.
“I have brought breakfast and the repulsive grapefruit juice that you like,” Damain continued. Dick giggled as Damian continued to bemoan the existence of the grapefruit. “A truly odious thing, it is. On the scale of unnaturalness, I would put it just below Todd's inhuman amounts of body hair.”
Dick laughed, happily and freely. Damian smiled as well, before making sure that no one else was around to see him. Todd and Drake's childhood teasings of him resembling a frog still rankled.
Damian settled down and freed Dick's restraints. “Here Grayson, I have prepared a “Todd Sandwich” - peanut butter and potato chips, the boor. I have prepared a mayonnaise sandwich for myself, à la Drake. Nothing but pure mayonnaise.”
They munched in silence, until Damian cleared his throat. “Don't tell anyone,” he started, and Dick looked unamusedly at him. Damian chuckled. “Sorry. But I resurrected Todd and Drake too.”
Dick looked shocked. “J- jay...bird? Tim-my?”
Damian looked stunned. “Yes. I accessed their tissue samples that father kept stored away. Todd is...violent, but I am confident that he will recover his wits. He has been through this before. Drake is-”
Dick looked panicked. “Timmy?”
Damian snorted. “Drake is sleeping. As in actively snoring, the fool. For some reason, the Pit has little effect on his brain. I believe it is because his brain has already acclimatized to the copious amounts of coffee that he drank.”
Dick laughed happily and hugged Damian. Raven decided to peek in and peered distrustfully at Dick. “Need a hand, Damian?”
“No, this is simply Grayson being Grayson,” Damian muttered.
Dick picked up Damian's sandwich and prodded his lips with it. “Eat, eat,” he insisted.
“See?” Damian said. “Just Grayson.”
Raven rolled her eyes before leaving. Damian relaxed and lolled over Grayson's lap. “Oh my god, Grayson,” Damian suddenly said, “I just found out the most disturbing thing. Did you know that Constantine is getting back together with King Shark?”
Dick stopped combing through Damian's hair to laugh. Damian joined in, trying not to imagine Constantine's plight. Perhaps, he thought as they laughed together, there might be hope after all.
why fanfiction/fanart/fanwork is allowed to suck ass
so, yesterday (or this morning for some of y’all), i just posted something of a diss towards dc canon because they deserve it.
now, in the responses to my post, someone said that our fanfiction isn’t that good, and that we’re not much better than canon
to which i say: ok? and?
i was really wondering if it was worth responding to, but, honestly, i appreciate fanfiction, fanwork and fanart too much not to defend them when i see fit.
because you see the difference between writers on ao3 and writers on dc is one simple thing: one of them is paid for it and the other isn’t.
i’ll give you a clue: the one writing 50k+ words, updating weekly, doing research, finding betas, looking for canon-support, spending hours perfecting anatomy, hair, eyes, looking at proportions, looking at poses while ALSO juggling a full-time/part-time job/school isn’t the former.
so, yes, are our fanfictions better than canon? some, yes. some, no. does it matter? no. because another difference is that i can opt in and out of fanwork. i don’t like the tags? sure, i’ll leave. unto the next self-serving AU that i love and enjoy. that’s not how it happens in canon. in canon, what you do to our heroes and our characters will stay with fans and their story forever.
my issue with current dc canon isn’t oh no :( bruce not spending time his kids :(
it’s my childhood hero - the one i spent all night watching with my dad, the one i watched growing up as a kid, the one i loved and admired, the one hero that was human and had no abilities outside of his brains and brawn - is fucking beating his kids.
how the fuck do you think that’s gonna affect readers? supporters? fans who were victims of child abuse? how do you think victims of child abuse are going to feel looking at bruce wayne hit jason so hard he broke through metal, and drag his bleeding body?
and that’s going to affect the character for years, potentially decades to come in ways even the most popular of fanfiction won’t.
so, yes, i’m allowed to hate on dc and, at the same time, indulge myself with shitty and terrible fanwork if i fucking want to. i would much rather read a plotless fanfic that’s, i don’t know, the batboys making bruce wayne a fucking cake while ruining the whole kitchen than having to look at what dc has done to my favorite characters.
to the people who think their work is bad: it’s okay. you’re contributing to this fandom and to the fans. you’ll get better. you’ll be able to do what your favorite artist can, you’ll be able to form sentences as beautiful as the ones in your fave fics. but don’t stop contributing to this fandom and to any fandom. there will be someone who needed to see your work now and there will be someone who will be happier for it.
i have a small following on this blog, and i generally reblog fandom posts on my personal blog to keep this one clean and organized, but i’m thinking of spending a day or two just reblogging work from other creators to show how much i appreciate them. will you guys be okay with that? or maybe i can make a masterlist of blogs to follow! what do you guys think?
p.s. if you’re a content creator, i am REQUIRING you to reply and say that you are. i don’t care if you don’t think you’re good enough. you deserve love, validation and recognition all the same
to op who commented: sorry, but i couldn’t just sit quiet. i suppose this isn’t even a rant at you - i probably even went off topic there - but i get so riled up when ppl diss on fanart/fanwork/fanfiction ??? lmao
