#batman comics

[thebat-musicman]

Tim, talking to a new super: Yeah a lot of stuff happens to people in my family when theyre 17

Tim: When my dad was 17 he ran off to train with assassins

Tim: When my older brother was 17 he became a crime lord

Tim: When I was 17 I briefly led an assassin cult

Tim: And then there’s my little brother, I’ve always kinda considered him the black sheep of the family

New super, bracing themselves: oh god

Tim, hissing: When he was 17 he went to med school

[spicy-apple-pie]

based on that one scene from Ghost Stories lol

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[wilmvandrr]

redraw of a dami and dick panel!!!

[abreca]

Vicki Vale asks & we want to know!

Young Bruce&Dick still getting usted to the vigilantes and socialites combo.

[za1lex]

I was busy but I finally finished these cute kids.

[yennao]

Hi I just wanted to say that the beefier I draw men, the more I want them covered in blood, okay?

Anyway, Jason is part of my Trophy Hitman collection now. It is too late for him. Let's get an F in chat for the poor bastard.

[demonicsuffrage]

Bruce has a strict 'no metas/powers (except duke) allowed in Gotham' policy in place but it has a clause, BYOR (Bring Your Own Robin)

No one is allowed entry untill and unless they can produce their very own certified robin-shaped identity card

Whenever someone with even a hint of supernatural powers in them arrives at Gotham, they're first met with Bruce standing at the city border with a notepad in hand

Bruce: State your name and purpose.

Kon: Kon-el, here to hangout!

Bruce: Your Robin?

Kon, flourishing Tim from behind him: Ta-Da!

Tim, waves: Hey Bruce

Bruce: Approved, you may enter

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Bruce: Name and purpose?

Hal: Here to investigate a case, Hal Jordan

Bruce: Your Robin?

Hal: I.... don't have one?

Bruce: Denied

Hal: What?! But-

Bruce: Denied.

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Bruce: Yes, Wally, where's your robin?

Wally: Oh shit lemme just- *zaps away and returns with Dick, who was in the midst of brushing his teeth, in a bridal carry*- Here!

Bruce, grumbling a little: Fine. Approved.

Dick: You gotta stop using me as a key already, man

Wally: Blame Bruce.

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Bruce: Name and purpose?

Clark: Clark Kent, here for our monthly barbecue

Bruce: Robin?

Clark, producing an actual robin bird: Does this count?

Bruce:.....yes

[hannigramislife]

Dick: *barely acknowledging the fact that he thinks of Bruce as his father, insecure of where he stood with him*

Tim, the second he was adopted: I am late for dinner with my FATHER. I have to help my DAD with some cases, so I gotta go. Oh, you need my ID? Here, that's Tim Wayne to you, write it down–