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'Batman & Robin: Year One – Dynamic Duos' #1 arrives in comic shops on August 12, 2026.
oh blorbo from my shows? haha yeah man i love that guy. i hope something terrible happens to him in front of his loved ones that he barely survives and i get to watch.
I am feeling so frustrated and hopeless and angry at the world
I am struggling so much to be emphatic to influencers stuck in Dubai like now we have to use the tax money regular people paid to get your asses home and youre posting about crying while eating your five course meal in a luxery hotel, ALL BECAUSE YOU DIDNT WANT TO PAY SAID TAXES
Of course no one deserves to suffer war and i am sure it is immensely scary, i cant even imagine from my very safe home, but jesus fuck at least use your immense audience to put attention to whats actually happening then
I am struggling so much to be emphatic to influencers stuck in Dubai like now we have to use the tax money regular people paid to get your asses home and youre posting about crying while eating your five course meal in a luxery hotel, ALL BECAUSE YOU DIDNT WANT TO PAY SAID TAXES
You know, some of my favorite fics are abandoned. And yeah, I wish they weren't abandoned, but it doesn’t change the fact that I love them. I certainly don’t wish they’d never been written. Just saying, for those of us with dangling fics we guilt ourselves over. It’s still better that you wrote what you wrote.
22. “You’re bleeding through the bandages.” + Dick?
you can read on ao3 here
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Wally West: can you check on dick for me??? hes not answering me
Of all of the texts Tim had thought he’d be getting today, this one definitely came out of nowhere. It’s not like Tim wants to tell Wally no, but—
Dick isn’t in Gotham right now, Tim texts back. Anxiety shivers down his back as the worst case scenarios start to creep into his mind. Should I be worried?
hes at the manor
Tim furrows his brows. Instead of answering Wally, he hits Dick’s contact and presses call. It rings out, but Tim, in his bedroom in the manor, can hear the sounds of Dick’s ringtone faintly playing down the hallway.
What the hell? When did Dick even get there? Tim has been here since he came home from patrol last night, and it’s noon. Tim has been up for hours and he hadn’t heard anything to signal that anyone else besides Alfred is even here.
Damian’s at school. Duke is on patrol. Bruce is on a mission with the Justice League, which is probably why Wally hasn't come to check on Dick himself. Wally’s never really listened to Batman’s “no metas in Gotham” rules, even when it was more strictly enforced.
With Duke, the rule has completely gone out the window.
Tim abandons his bed and makes for Dick’s room, ending the call as soon as Dick’s bedroom door comes into view. Dick never picked up. The bedroom door is open, like it usually is whether Dick is here or not, so Tim doesn’t feel bad about peeking in.
There’s a lump under the covers about Dick’s size. Tim snaps a picture and sends it to Wally.
“Delete that,” Dick says, startlingly Tim slightly. So much for being asleep. Bat-trained hyperawareness is a skill they’ve all developed to some degree, but Dick has been doing the vigilante thing for twenty years. Of course he caught Tim sneaking a picture of him.
It’s annoying, because Tim can’t even see his face.
“Wally asked me to check on you,” Tim says, trying to force his nerves to go back to normal. “Are you alright?”
“Tell Wally I’m fine.” Dick sounds annoyed.
Tim bites his lip. He pulls up his messages with Wally again. In response to the picture, Wally has written back, actually check on him please i can guarantee hes not sleeping
He told me to tell you he’s fine. What happened? Anything specific I should ask about?
check if hes bled thru the bandages he wont tell you he got shot i bet i gtg ill check in later
“You were shot?!” Tim cries, throwing his phone on the foot of Dick’s bed and climbing up after it. He tries to keep the jostling to a minimum, but he needs the momentum to rip away the covers from where Dick’s using them to hide.
“Tim!” Dick hisses as Tim successfully pulls away the blanket, leaving Dick blinking at his sunlit bedroom, looking awfully pale. Tim searches frantically for the stark white, but can’t seem to find them. Dick’s wearing a loose hoodie—Bruce’s or Jason’s by the looks of it—and sweats.
“Where were you shot?” Tim demands, sitting back on his heels, blankets still clenched in his hands. “And why am I finding out from Wally?!”
“It was an arrow, not a bullet,” Dick grumbles, collapsing back into his pillow with a muted wince. “And you didn’t hear about it because it’s embarrassing.”
Tim squints at Dick. “You’re acting weird.”
“You’re interrupting my nap,” Dick counters. “I’m grumpy because you woke me up.”
“You weren’t sleeping,” Tim tells him. He looks Dick over again. His brother is pale, yes, but there are dark shadows under his eyes. He looks exhausted. It hits Tim, then. “Oh.”
Dick lifts his head up enough to peer suspiciously at Tim. “Oh?”
“Wally said he could guarantee you weren’t sleeping,” Tim says. “Which means you got hurt because you aren’t sleeping.”
Dick sighs, dropping his head again to stare up at the ceiling. “Wally needs to mind his own business.”
“He sounded worried,” Tim tells him, chewing on his lip. He feels it split open again, which reminds him that he needs to grab some more gum. Alfred is going to kill him if he finds out Tim hasn’t been careful. Looking back to Dick, Tim sighs. “Are you actually okay? Like not in danger of bleeding out?”
Dick lifts up his hoodie. There are spots of red dotting the white gauze wrapped around Dick’s torso. It’s not a lot, not enough to be super worried, but still.
“You’re bleeding through the bandages,” Tim tells him.
Dick hums, closing his eyes. “Alfred’s coming to change the bandages in a few minutes.”
Silence descends on the room in a way Dick doesn’t usually let it. Tim forgets sometimes how well Dick can keep away awkwardness, and when Dick doesn’t try, it seems to settle between them like an elephant stomping about the room. Tim doesn’t know how to talk around it.
It’s been like this since Dick first became Batman, and Tim has never known how to fix it. If there’s even the possibility of fixing it.
There’s too much that’s happened between them for things to slot into place when it’s Tim directing their interactions.
It’s probably unfair to both of them that TIm wishes that Dick would pretend that everything is okay between them.
“You’re really alright?” Tim asks again.
Dick sighs. “Tired, really. I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Oh,” Tim says.
Dick smiles at him. He really does look exhausted, but Tim doesn’t know how to fix that. “I’ll be okay, Timmy. Thanks for checking on me.”
“You should text Wally back,” TIm says, instead of addressing all of the complicated feelings that come after Dick’s thank you. “He’s the one who told me that you were here.”
“Oh trust me,” Dick huffs. “I’ll talk to Wally.”
“Can I stay?” Tim asks after another minute of silence. He digs his phone out from underneath him and carefully doesn’t look at Dick. “At least until Alfred gets here?”
“Yeah, Tim,” Dick says fondly. “You can stay. Always.”
I am so sporadic in my writing and never check the email my ao3 is connected to, so i never see if ive got any comments. and then randomly I remember and do check and get overwhelmed by emotion bc people are still reading my fics and leaving comments, in some cases literally years after the fics were published like that is so nice
Still deciding if I enjoy him or not
i dont want a childproofed internet i am almost 30 fucking years old. give your kid an internet safety talk and stop making it the problem of every adult on the planet every time some cryptkeeper legislator gets the brilliant idea (via conservative lobbying) to push through yet another bill gutting our access to free expression + increasing the powers of the surveillance state + lining the pockets of Big Data in the name of Protecting The Kids they wont even feed. this shit is exhausting i can’t believe we’re going to be fighting about it for the rest of my life
So uh I just probably lost my job bc of downsizing
“would 14-year old you be proud of you?” listen, i’m not here to impress a mentally ill child
hate when people are like "trust your gut! listen to your intuition!" like okay well my gut is telling me every person i lay eyes on is hunting me for sport and my intuition is saying i should find a secluded cave and live there forever so what do you suggest i do with that information
thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3
Wdym fuck ass Trump sent my prime minister a hate letter saying that he doesnt care about peace anymore bc he didnt get the Nobel peace prize. Is he a toddler. Where are his minders. What the fuck is going ON.
built my walls so well so no one can get in but now i can’t get out either