#dc batfam

[jaaaylaad]

In honor of his birthday, here are my favorite Jason WFA moments. Consider this a tribute to my favorite representation of Jason even though it’s not canon. Happy birthday Jay <3

[sbcwolfie]

Tim Drake WIP

Currently working on an old WIP. I started this piece last year and then… never like touched the sketch again. Because I didn’t want to do the lineart on a larger scale. I hate lineart. But now o have Grabie Acrylic markers🤭

So I get to do the fun part first (the color process) AND THEN do the lineart✨

Hopefully the finished product will be done by tomorrow or in two days!

[toxic-reads-for-you]

Eas looking for Damian fic that deal with racism and came across this gem....

[toxic-reads-for-you]

You are a white rich male, you don't get any rights Timothy

[asidian]

A Pretty Solid Plan B: Chapter 4

by: Asidian

Fandom: Batman (comics)

Event: The Tim Drake Exchange

Pairing: Batfam gen

Warnings: Tim is so bad at self-preservation, canon-typical violence

Excerpt:

Tim's parents are dead.

He's thought the words so many times that they feel like they've lost any real meaning. They just sort of jangle around in his brain, like the bone fragments his mother showed him once from their dig in Ghana, rattling around in a cardboard box waiting for labeling.

He thinks he ought to be grieving. He thinks he probably ought to be having a breakdown, like always happens in the tv shows.

Someone dies, and there's ugly crying. No one can eat. People wear black and tear at their hair.

Tim hasn't ugly cried, at least not yet. There's a strange, hollow sort of ache inside him, like there's something that should be there, something that maybe he was hoping would be there one day, but now is just never going to happen.

There are a lot of things that he wishes he'd said to his parents. There are even more things that he wishes his parents had said to him. In the cabinet in his father's study, that chess board is still waiting with all its polished marble pieces and the four delicately carved little rooks that Tim named the most important part of his life after.

His dad never did make the time to play a game with him.

And Tim knows, somewhere in the hollow down below his ribs, that the best thing he can do is swallow down the disappointment and carry on. He should have practice with that. He should be good at it by now.

Still, that hollow feeling won't seem to go away. He blinks, and the light has shifted to just past dawn. He blinks again, and outside the shadows hint at early afternoon.

He needs to move. He needs to pull himself together.

There isn't a lot of time until word gets around, and if he doesn't do something now, odds are good he's going to be in Gotham's foster care system by sundown tomorrow. And Tim — Tim's followed Batman's work long enough that he knows all about Gotham's foster care system.

[hildadrk]

[asidian]

An Auction of Minutes: Chapter 4

by: Asidian

Fandom: Batman (comics)

Pairing: Batfam gen

Warnings: kidnapping, implied drugging that happens off-screen to facilitate the kidnapping, torture, canon-typical violence

Excerpt:

"Red?" says Dick. He wants to call his little brother by name, but he knows very well that the odds are good they're on camera. He's not going to risk it, not when there's a chance their identities have come through this intact.

Tim can't answer, of course, but after a long beat, he tilts his head up toward Dick.

"Jesus," says Dick. "You look like hell."

The bindings are infuriatingly thorough; he has to inch-worm his way over to Tim, just to reach out and touch his hand.

He's careful to give the broken fingers a wide berth, and he avoids the left palm, where the burned, raised ridges of a freshly-seared brand mar the skin. Dick had to apply that one, too — can still hear the sizzle of hot iron on flesh echoing in his ears.

For a second, Tim goes still. For one gut-wrenching second, Dick is suddenly afraid he's going to flinch away. But then the moment passes and he huddles nearer instead, the lenses on the domino flickering closed.

"Hey," says Dick. "I got you. You're okay."

His thumb pets along the unmarred palm, and Tim shudders and curls in toward him.