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Happy @batfam-big-bang everyone! First piece of the event I get to post!

This is a companion to @cornflowerbluewrites’ work “Not So Far As The Forest”, and is inspired by this scene of the story:

There is something in Superman’s voice that draws Tim up short.

Because there is something different about his tone now, something tinged with desperation and sadness. Like a person in the middle of the ocean grasping frantically at a life raft that continues to remain just out of their grip, a person who knows if they do not grab onto a floatation device soon, their head will slip beneath the waves. Like Tim is a red and white liferaft and Superman has made several attempts to grab onto it.

Like for the first time in the whole conversation, a little bit of Clark Kent has slipped through.

And Clark Kent is grieving.

[image ID: A digital art piece of Superman and Tim Drake, in his Red Robin uniform, on a rooftop. The sun sets behind them, light shining through a gap between the buildings. Superman hovers just above the roof, fists clenched and face turned away with a pained expression, while Tim looks up to and argues with him. /end ID]

(closeups and characterless background version under the cut!)

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and for my next @batfam-big-bang trick, a piece for @fandomfive39’s fic “Epic Rap Battles of History: Orphans versus Aliens”. It’s a pacific rim fusion and it SLAPS, go read it!!

[Image ID: a two-page comic for a DC/Pacific Rim AU. page 1. In the first panel, a textbox with the Green Lantern symbol reads "Shit--". Bruce Wayne walks into the room, followed by Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown and Dick Grayson, all wearing matching leather jackets. In the second panel, Hal Jordan, leaning on one arm and wearing his flight jacket continues speaking, saying "all the bats are here." Oliver Queen, in a green bomber jacket, replies "the bats?". The third panel depicts Ollie and Hal from behind, watching Bruce and the others walk past. The back of Ollie's jacket depicts a styilised bow with the bowstring reading the name of his Jaeger, "Quiver Emerald". Hal's jacket has his surname "Jordan" with the Green Lantern symbol underneath. Hal says "Wayne's battalion rangers. Don't know why he felt the need to bring them all…". His word balloons cover the faces of the bats. Panel four is the same as panel two, now with a hulking shadow with glowing eyes and a shock of white hair looming behind Hal and Ollie, both startled by their sudden appearance. The shadow says "that's because he didn't.", while Ollie whispers "oh f--". page 2. A closeup of the lower part of someone's face, mouth curled into a grin. "Gotham's never unprotected." they say. Panel two reveals this to be Jason Todd, also wearing a leather jacket to match the others. He leans in, hands on Hal and Ollie's shoulders. "There's always more where we came from." Panel three shows Jason walking away, hands in his pockets. The back of his jacket is emblazoned with a black bat symbol, outlined in yellow. Panel four has a closeup of Hal and Ollie side-eyeing each other. Ollie's words are split into three balloons- "The battalion rangers?" "That's what the nickname is for?" "Everyone here is battalion." Hal looks tired as he replies "It's not because they're battalion rangers…" His sentence trails off, completed in the bottom right corner of the page. "it's because they're batshit crazy." /end ID]

Phew that was a lot! This scene isn’t in chapter 1, so think of this as a sneak peek for later! hehe

You should also check out the other art made for this project by @starsofshadowanddust <3

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Xenia

rating T (subject to change) // gen // creator chose not to use archive warnings

[read on ao3 HERE]

HI HI HI ITS BBB TIME @batfam-big-bang HERES MY DARLING WORK

preview 👇 under cut

There are rumours. 

Barbara may be back in the field, but old habits die hard, and she was Oracle for longer than she was Batgirl. She has a photographic memory, an eye for patterns, and (while she doesn’t like to fully admit it) a habit of being nosy. She’s been around long enough to know that you keep an eye on the skies and an ear to the ground. 

There are rumours — nothing more than whispers, but it’s enough that it reaches the occupants of the Belfry. 

The Batman is dead. It took a while for the streets of Gotham to realise this, and longer to fully grasp it. That’s the thing about legends — they persist. It’s not unusual to hear people in the streets claim they saw the Bat, as exaggerated as they’ve always been in their retellings. 

But something about these ones feel different, in their mounting numbers and consistent details. A shadow, silent and small, quick and efficient. Nobody’s seen the shadow for longer than a few seconds— only enough time for the criminals to realise they’re under attack before it’s all over. 

Barbara’s been pulling double duty for a while now; with the Birds of Prey still needing Oracle in their ranks, with Batgirl needed in the streets now more than ever before. Nobody has dared tell her she’s spreading herself too thin, they’re all far too aware of how hypocritical that would be (Dick tried, once — he regretted it almost instantly).

There’s a shadow running around the streets of Gotham, and it’s not Nightwing or Batgirl or Robin or Red Hood, but they're fighting on the side of justice, helping take down crime, and rescue those less fortunate. They never stop to talk to those they save, never check to see if they're alright. Dispense the threat, then leave. 

It’s the same every time. A shadow, silent and small, quick and efficient. 

There are rumours, and the more reports that come in, the more Barbara’s interest hones in.

[continue to read on ao3!]