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Cass and Kon would be best friends and they would start a band together and one of the songs they'd cover would be Numb by Linken Park

okthatsgreat

i <3 when women characters feel they aren't able to express sadness in "normal" ways because they don't feel safe enough to cry in their environment so instead they opt for the more acceptable strong emotion of rage and they get recklessly angry at the people around them in fits of misplaced sadness and terror and make irreversible decisions and hurt others. i dont care as much when this happens to a man

robs-your-robins

hi im sick as fuck and consuming batfam content like its my job to keep myself etertained. happy holidays i have a thought.

do you ever think that alfred one day realizes that Wayne manor is full again? not physically, it'd be impossible to fill that much space, but its full metaphorically. bruce and his gaggle of children have made a home of a place that once felt so big and so empty, filling it with laughter and love and arguments and late night bowls of ridiculously sugary cereal and grief and pain and love all over again. like it multiplied with each child bruce took under his wing. how do you think alfred felt when he realized that?

The thing is that Alfred never knew the Manor as full. You had Martha, Thomas and Bruce in a massive house and although they created the illusion of a full house it wasn't really. Alfred goes from looking after three to one and then years later two, three, four, five, six and he's absolutely shattered but he loves it. Damian tracks muck all over the floors with the dogs, Alfred is complaining but look, his grandbaby is behaving like a real child. Steph is breezing in and out of the house, leaving behind her glittery eye makeup or rhinestones or her sneakers everywhere and Alfred mutters about the mess but that lovely girl is happy and content. Cass napping in the most random places and Alfred having to clean around her, but look his granddaughter is sleeping soundly. Duke doing homework at the table, pages and books spread everywhere, ink and whiteout everywhere and Alfred is so thankful, because look his grandson is so clever, so smart. Jason leaving books everywhere, everywhere but Alfred won't complain, because his grandson is home, he's comfortable enough to be in the house again. Tim having friends over, asking Alfred if it's OK whether they use a certain room or have snacks and Alfred aways roll his eyes, reminds Tim that this isn't a hotel, but look his grandbaby had found friends, good friends. Dick making a mess in the kitchen, making the most disgustingly rich and sweet snacks and Alfred is almost smiling as he scrapes marshmallow off the grill because Dick made the Manor is home.

not-another-robin

More from my beautiful mind

Orbiter

I’m twenty six and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.

I’ve left the army, an old solider but too young. I’ve been given a job as a butler by a friend and I accept.

We pull up to the manor in a truck and I feel a sense of foreboding but familiarity.

I have friends. We talk around the table as the fire burns down over in the next room and it’s my job to stoke it but I sit with them holding my cup of tea and smile.

I’m supposed to be starting a family and settling down.

But I have friends.

I’m twenty eight and there’s a baby in the house. He comes the opposite of winter after spring and the small and gentle noises from a child that fill the halls of a chill and empty house.

I always thought it was strange with just the two of them. Too empty. It’s much nicer with three.

I begin to care for them not out of a job but… out of a. I don’t know. I don’t know.

I’m thirty one and there’s a toddler that always seeks me out. Aware enough to know I’m in the world and to lurch forward to try and bring me closer. I make little noises at him and hold him close when he reaches for me and obey the pull of big blue eyes that he inherited from his father. Thomas can never deny him anything and I can’t blame him seeing a baby’s smile.

He buries his head on my shoulder and points to the plants and flowers in the orchard and I dutifully so he can be closer to see them.

He’s fascinated by the bugs and trees but I’m captured by him.

Their lives have oriented around him now slowly pulling and changing formation and I on the outskirts like always follow suit.

I’m thirty four and I’m walking with him to a table listening intently about math homework from a child that only existed five years ago.

Being pulled along by a tiny pudgy hand.

I meet the eyes of Thomas and he smiles at me, again and always amused by my being roped in yet again to a child’s shenanigans.

I glare back at him with no heat before being pulled out of frame by a creature the third of my height. And that’s being generous.

I’m thirty four the first time I’m at a tea party I did not serve. There are pink plastic cups and I’m wearing a tiara. Master Bruce has very strictly instructed me that refined guests keep their pinky up always when drinking tea, and there’s a man who claims to be my friend watching from the doorway and not helping at all.

I watch his amused glint change to fond resignation as Bruce spots him there and pulls out yet another matching tiara with a happy exclamation.

And we’re roped into it together.

I’m thirty seven and I’m holding a little boy in a blood stained jacket on the worst night of our lives. I look down at his wide eyes and their innocent light is gone. And my heart breaks.

I’m thirty nine and I’m failing him over and over again. Trying to save him from the darkness making a home in his heart. From the pain that won’t leave his mind.

I’m trying everything to raise him to be what they were once.

To be what he has to be.

I’m supposed to be on the outskirts. Following him where he leads to make sure he’s alright. I don't know how to lead him out of this place.

I look at the painting of Thomas, and Martha and wish they had never left. He was supposed to be the one in charge.

I’m forty three when he runs away. The things shatter and I’m left with Wayne manor. It’s judgemental silence haunts me as I walk around thinking through everything I’ve done.

I’m alone as I’m meant to be.

The foreboding nature justifies itself and the air is heavy with the absence of Martha and Thomas Wayne.

And Bruce.

I’m forty seven when I break the last mug that Thomas gave me.

He’s startled and unsure and startled by the noise but he’s here again. He’s alive.

I’m holding the door I opened with my other hand, and frozen and stunned.

I’m fighting myself not to reach out for him. I’m not allowed. The trust between us is broken like the shards of mug on the floor on the threshold of the front door.

But he’s here and I love him. And like the mug I hope I can make something new out of the pieces.

There’s hope in his eyes. Battered and small but still there. And I just…

I swear an oath that I’ll stay.

He’s leading me on a path somewhere and I’ll follow.

It’s what I was always used to do.

It’s what I always said but never with words.

One is never even noticed when I was making it.

I’m staying here for you.

#Orbiter #bruce wayne #Alfred pennyworth #Youtube

robs-your-robins

Bruce just radiating toward Kon because he's giving of "abandoned child in need of a mama" energy. Bruce drifting toward this kid who doesn't know what he is or how exactly he got here, shaking with the knowledge that one parent figure wants to use him as a weapon against the other who doesn't trust him. Bruce who sees Kon as not just an abomination calling himself a Kryptonian or a failed investment who won't do as he's told. Bruce who looks at him and his first thought is 'this is a child'. Bruce who gives off the energy of when your cat heads out and comes back with a kitten that isn't his but whines because he's fucking keeping it and you're just going to have to live with it.

headcanonthings

Bruce: *finds baby!Tim on top of a condembed building (best spot for his bat stalking photos)* Bruce: What’s your name, chum? Tim, panicking: I don’t know I’m 8 years old.

I feel like Damian definitely would train seeing eye dogs and service dogs

#Damian Wayne

chaoswiththeprettyspine

Damian doesn't like wearing hero merch (except nightwing), but he does collect every art supply he finds that has his family's logo on it. Those batman pencils you can find in every corner store? He has like 10. Nightwing themed ballpoint pen? He grabbed it the moment it came out. An off-brand Red Hood pen he saw in a second hand shop? It has red ink, and he corrects his friends homework with it. He even has a Red Robin eraser he found on etsy. Neon colored markers with Signals logo, a black brush set called 'Black Bat Brush Box', or a purple grafity can in the shade 'Spoiler'. It doesn't matter if it's official or not, he has it.

Just artkid Damian collecting his family's merch.

livingtobethevillain

Pediatrician damian except he treats every kid with the same amount of respect and attentiveness that he would give an adult.

Pediatrician damian who will tell parents with barely concealed distaste to shut up when they talk over their children during an appointment.

Pediatrician damian who is always watching his patients, searching for if the injury they got from "falling" is actually just that or if the injury has to do with the impatient and anxious parents nearby.

Pediatrician Damian who cares so SO much about every kid and who he learns to be comforting and gentle for because he doesn't want to cause them any more anxiety before their flu shots.

Pediatrician damian who is still a hero at heart and who has kicked ass when his hospital was briefly taken hostage by rogues. Who immediately jumped into a fight because the crying of tiny terrified children echoed in his ears and he was filled with enough righteous anger his 10 year old self would stagger.

Pediatrician damian who does everything in his power to make sure every kid who needs it gets Healthcare.

Pediatrician damian who refers to his patients as his kids.

Pediatrician damian who I'm SOBBING OVER

@puppiesandnightlock I have a lot of feelings bestie 😭

alexandrajove

OH MY GOD. If I see one more person that says that Damian can be white because his father is white so he's mixed I am going to lose my goddamn mind. Obviously he's mixed and could be light skinned, we know!!! But who gives a shit? There is already so little POC character, and how is it not more compelling to have him brown instead of a copy of Bruce and all his siblings? Story wise and visually.

Let him look like his mother and grandfather, stop trying to erase his ethnicity.

Damian Wayne is Arab, Chinese and American.

reducingemissions

I’m dead not damian calling out dick for not seasoning his food 😭

al5asa

My sweet boy

#I love this kid

robs-your-robins

Damian explaining to his dad why Aquaman is his favorite hero/a better hero than Bruce

"Listen Baba, I know what we do is very important, but we only protect one city he's protecting 70% of the planet and he might not be doing a great job but he's doing his best and also he let me hold an otter's hand one time"

Damian: Baba, he let me care for an injured seahorse. Bruce: That's nice, Damian. Say thank you to Uncle Arthur. Damian: It is 'His Majesty', Baba. Bruce: Damian: He is the King. You will show him and his crown respect.

#and also he let me hold an otters hand one time is what did it #so cute