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[timdrakereal]

CHAPTER 2

It’s your second day of being in Pennyworth manor with your father.

You know this man has a lot of kids, but honestly you expected better. Like maybe more attentiveness?

You had a weird conversation with Tim yesterday. One of the boys Bruce adopted. He seems cool, but what was he talking about? ‘Some things are not for your ears.’

What a Disney villain thing to say.

You stood out of bed, feet touching the softish carpet laid out in your room, reminding you that you are in fact not back in *your home country* anymore.

You sighed, slipping your pajamas off. You left them on your bed, not making it. You’re not used to the posh, rich life.

You step into your socks, treading through the halls again. You’ve got a good memory so you remember where the livingroom is now.

You could probably also find that hallway where you eavesdropped on Dick and ‘Babs’ yesterday.

You sat on a sofa in the living room, a second later Damian walked by. He stopped and observed you, raising a brow.

“Ah. Father hasn’t enrolled you into a school yet, I suppose?” Damian asked. It was then that you figured out that, that may be where he’s headed off to.

You shook your head.

“No. I haven’t seen him since when he took me here, actually.” You said, which prompted an almost uncomfortable, maybe disappointed look on Damian’s face.

“Yeah… that sounds about right.” Damian practically mumbled. He continued on his way to the door, then he turned to face you again.

“I’ll have a word.” He said, keeping his face straight in a way that made you think he was some professional businessman rather than a 14 year old boy going to Gotham Heights.

Then he set off. Before you could ask him where everyone was.

You sighed, face in your hands. This place feels so empty. Just then the door opened. You saw a young man, darker skin, wearing a green hoodie, some yellow, some baggy-ish jeans. Pretty stylish, you figure he’s around college age.

He froze and did a double take when he saw you, and then he went through like 6 stages of revelation.

“Oh.. oh. Hey! You’re *you*!” He said, pointing informally with this naturally cool and ‘in-the-loop’ vibe.

“My name’s Duke,” he said, setting a bag down.

“I’m a friend of Bruce’s.” He said, heading over to where you’re seated. He noticed the confused, almost tired, maybe grumpy look on your face, and he suddenly felt a little tense.

“Sorry… I know this seems kinda weird. I actually used to be fostered by Bruce—and we’re still pretty close.”

You nodded. “It’s not weird,” was all you said.

Duke nodded, he knows what Dick meant when he said you were a little awkward now.

“Hey, speaking of Bruce… you even seen your old man around here?” He asked, now looking a little more tentative.

“Well. Last I saw him was yesterday, so if you’re looking for him… I’m not gonna be much help.” You said, giving Duke a shrug.

Duke scoffed at the thought of Bruce’s negligence. “He can be like that. We’ll whip him into shape.” Duke said, giving you an encouraging smirk.

“I’m just gonna head, okay? See you later.” Duke said, heading off down the corridor.

That’s weird. Bruce isn’t here, what could he possibly be looking for? You think of following him, but you realise how weird that looks.

You head back to your room, hoping to grab your phone which you’d left on charge. Maybe you could call someone.

You pick it up, pull it out. 100%. Good. You start typing a message to Bruce… it doesn’t go through.

You see you have a few notifications though, notably, one from Dick.

You open it.

Dick: Hey. You settling in ok? Got your number from Tim.

You sighed, typing back.

You: I’m fine. Just don’t understand why tf he adopted me just to vanish away on the first day 💀

You sent, immediately regretting it. You were in the right, but you were bolder over text.

To your dread, Dick immediately saw it. How often is this pretty boy on his phone?

He texts back.

Dick: Heyy heyy. He’s a busy man. He won’t be gone forever.

You sigh, putting the phone down. You left your room again, feeling this crushing boredom. You open the door to the manor, feeling curious.

And of course…

“*You*.” You heard a gravelly, monotone voice say from behind you.

You turned around, brow quirked.

“Oh… so right when I’m about to open the door then you show up?” You asked, brow quirked.

He doesn’t look amused.

“I apologise. I’m here now. I have a lot of work to do.” He said, eyes giving off no secrets.

You narrowed your eyes.

“Gotcha. I’m not trying to be needy or anything, it’s just.. you kinda left me for the rest of the day. We exchanged like what 3 words? And those 3 words were just you saying ‘we’re almost there.’” You said, not rudely, but clearly confused and maybe a little annoyed.

Bruce’s eyes flickered with the most imperceptible acknowledgement.

“Yeah. You’re right. Do you want to talk for a little while? My schedules open for half an hour.” He said, voice still unchanging.

You’re only slightly unnerved by that gravelly monotony, but you can also swear that you hear something almost… fragile in it.

“Yes please.” You said, shooting your shoot.

The both of you sat down on the chairs in the living room, and finally you felt yourself calming a little.

“I’m guessing you’re… confused.” Bruce said, sat across from you.

You nodded. “Yeah. I’m wondering why’d you take me in? Why didn’t you know about me?” You asked, fidgeting a little with your clothes.

Bruce watched you, all your movements and micro-expressions like he was trying to write a 10,000 page essay on your personality and the deadline was tomorrow or something.

“I took you in because… because you’re my child.” He said, too quickly, too simply. Like he was covering something up. “As for the latter. Your mother only just recently disclosed your existence to me.”

“Due to… past experiences. I couldn’t take the chance. I verified my paternity. I spoke to your mother, your adoptive parents, the court.”

You looked slightly uncomfortable at the mention of your mother.

He noticed that. Mentally noted it.

“Does that answer your question?” He asked, looking at you tentatively.

You fiddled again. “Yeah. It does… but… ‘because you’re my child?’ Really? That just… doesn’t sound right.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly. You were observant, articulate and intelligent for someone your age. You definitely got that from him.

He didn’t answer you though. “Have you been settling in ok?” He asked you.

You scoffed, “Dick asked me that exact thing.”

Bruce’s lips quirked, almost invisibly, like he was smirking. “Alright, I’ll take that as a yes.”

You sighed. “Well—no… but… yeah. Ok. I’m settling in ok. Apart from the usual difficulties, I’m fine.”

“It’s just… easy to get lonely here.” You said, shifting forward, shrinking in on yourself just a little bit.

Bruce’s eyes softened, just a smidge. “Well. You were living in a packed house before this.”

“Here, none of us are in the manor full time. Dick stays in Blüdhaven with Barbara. Jason’s… nomadic. Cassandra also has a nomadic streak. Tim has his own houseboat now. Damian’s… he has a lot of opportunities. He’s thriving, and Duke’s with his cousin.”

“They’re always welcome though…” Bruce finished.

You nodded, almost a little embarrassed. They all seemed so… adaptive, self sufficient.

“So… do I just have to stay in this haunted living-room all day?” You asked, frowning.

Bruce let out a huff of air that you guessed may have been some sort of laugh.

“No. You’ll be enrolled into middle school very shortly.” He said, confirming it.

“Also—who’s Jason?” You asked, which made Bruce freeze.

“And Cassandra. I haven’t met a Cassandra here yet.” You said.

“Jason. Cassandra.” Bruce said, repeating their names.

“Jason was my… first—second adopted boy. He’s… troubled right now, but he’s trying. I believe you’ll meet him last out of everyone. He doesn’t spend a lot of time around us.”

“Cassandra. She’s my first daughter. I adopted her before Tim, so she’s my third. She’s also out frequently.”

“Funnily enough, you may run into Stephanie before you meet Cassandra. Stephanie’s a close family friend, especially of Cassandra and Tim.”

Tim. His name brings back the conversation into your mind.

“Tim’s weird.” You blurted out, small smirk on your face.

Bruce lets out another small huff of air.

“Tim. He’s a very dedicated and intelligent young man.” Bruce said.

“I took him in after Cassandra when he was 16.”

You nodded, “what was he training for?” You asked, brow quirked.

Bruce froze, looking at you like you just spoke Aramaic and Latin.

“He… used to play a lot of tennis.” Bruce said, “back when he was still in high-school.”

You nodded, then Bruce stood up.

“Hey, … kid?” He said, looking down at you. You knew he was about to excuse himself.

“I’m needed. There’s been… an incident with Damian.”

Bruce said, ‘coincidentally’ at the same time the television mentioned ‘Mr.Freeze’ I mean what the hell even is that? A German cleaning company?

Once again he heads off, and you’d only been talking for 23 minutes.

[timdrakereal]

CHAPTER 1

AN: ((the angst / neglect will probably be more slowburn tbh because I like to portray them in character. This is also set in modern times so Babs is 33, Dick’s 30, Cass is 23, Jason’s 23, Steph’s a grade above Tim still, Tim’s 21-22 and lives on his houseboat, Duke’s 18-19, Damian’s 14-15 and you’re 12-13. This also focuses on your perspective for now, and the characters have had time to adjust and get used to your existence because like we mentioned in the prologue there was months of… emotional baggage.))

After the flight, which you mostly dissociated through, you finally landed in Gotham, and my god you did not expect the stench this place exudes.

The place is shrouded in a barely visible encasing cloud of smog most of the time, and if it doesn’t smell like dead fish and low tide, it’s smoke, those scent trails that cars leave or weed.

You’ve never been to the USA, much less Gotham or New Jersey.

“You ok?”

Bruce asks you, seeing the look of resigned shellshock on your face.

You nodded, still looking like you’ve shifted timelines.

“We’re almost at Pennyworth manor. Just a little drive away.”

He said, nodding at you, then his eyes flicked back to his newspaper. You could see he was gripping it tight, knuckles almost going white. This man is stressing.

It was still daylight when you finally pulled up. Bruce personally helped you out of the car.

“Your stuff will be here soon too. I made sure they collected it all.” He said, looking at you like he was trying to categorise a new species.

“Thanks..” you said. Yeah. You’re bilingual.

Bruce followed behind you as you approached the door which confused you, you turned back to him, not displaying confusion but definitely holding it in your gaze.

Bruce cleared his throat, moving in front of you and opening the door for you.

“Some of my family’s here. A few of them wanted to meet you.” He said, talking about it like you’re some business partner?

You nodded.

“Right..”

Just then, you heard a few steps. A young man, around 19-20, maybe older? You don’t know, he looks young for his age.

He gives you a look of assessment, rather similar to Bruce’s but a lot less cold. Then he steps forward and extends his hand with a small smile.

“Hey. I’m Tim. You must be *you*?”

He says, noting your awkwardness as you reached for his hand back, albeit a little uncoordinatedly.

“Yeah. I’m *you*,” you said, just now meeting his eyes.

You’d only met two of them so far but you were puzzled at how they both managed to be so intense but so emotionally absent at the same time.

Not to mention, you feel completely awkward. You didn’t know your ‘dad’ already has kids? And this guys like.. an adult. That must make you the baby of the family?

You heard another voice in the distance of the house, “Oh my god! Are they here?”

The voice rang out. You see a tall, athletic man possibly 26-31? He looks young and healthy… also handsome. There’s a boy next to him, around your age, a little older though. He seems about 13-15? In an awkward place. He looks short but beanpole-ish all at once.

“I’m Dick—that’s Damian.”

The man who you now know as Dick says. You nodded, looking at the both of them.

“I can introduce myself, Richard.”

Damian said, with a fondly-annoyed smirk.

You could hear Bruce let out a sigh behind you, maybe relief. It seemed like he was glad to see you settling in relatively ok.

“I see you’ve already met, Tim.” Damian said, smirk widening a little, he’s ready to make some kind of quip.

“Tim’s the ugly one, F.Y.I.” He said, snickering under his breath when Tim rolled his eyes with a hint of fondness.

“He typecasts us to everyone.” Tim said, gesturing to Damian.

“Want me to show you to your room?” Tim asked, already moving like you were going to say yes.

Instead you just stood there shocked.

“My room? I already have a room?” You said, eyes widened.

“Yeah, B had it prepared months in advance,” Dick said, with that charming smirk, “guess he knew he was gonna win the case.”

You stood there gobsmacked.

“Right. Let’s see it… then.” You were perplexed at how casual you were already acting with them. When inside you felt anything BUT casual. Your heart was racing. You were blurting things out, but these boys just seemed like naturals. Are you really family?

Tim lead you through the hall, followed by Dick and Damian, you hadn’t even noticed that your father, Bruce, had already disappeared. That’s how distracted these boys had you.

“Alright. Here it is.” Tim said, opening your door.

The room was tidy, a little drafty and cold, but you were into that sort of thing. There was a cosy looking twin bed with neutral blues and whites, and some art books, comics and sports stuff like they’d all pitched in and decided to design a room for what they’d think a tween would like.

Your heart swelled. This is kind of wholesome.

“You know, it wasn’t just us who did up this room for you. Some of friends and other family members dropped in. Your room was kinda like a transient group project.” Tim said with a light chuckle and the tap of his finger against the door’s wall.

You turned around with a small smirk that tried to hide how endearing that felt. “Well… it looks really good.”

Damian rolled his eyes, pretending not to find this whole thing slightly wholesome. “Don’t make it a thing, Drake. We all just happen to share a passion for architecture and house decoration.”

Dick snickered.

Tim looked down at the floor, letting out a small sigh, “so uh… yeah… welcome.” He said, looking back at you with that same soft smile.

Dick pat Tim on the shoulder, “you heading back to the boat after this, Timmy?” He asked, informally.

Tim took a second to think, “I think I’ll stay a little longer.” He said, giving Dick a meaningful look that you couldn’t quite decipher.

Damian looked at the two of them, and then Dick looked at you, speaking for the rest of them for some reason…

“Alright. We’re gonna let you settle in. That ok, buddy?” He asked you, eyes softening as he looked at you again.

You nodded, and with that, they took the queue to leave. You sighed, relaxing a little as they closed the door.

You looked around your room once more, noting all the little trinkets and touches added. ‘This family seems kind of cool,’ you thought to yourself. Maybe you were finally going to have an ok life..?

You had to admit though, being left alone so quickly made you a little confused, maybe slightly hurt, afraid. You set the one bag you were allowed to take in the car down in your room. It’s a small one. The same one you used for school.

You unpack some little things, you know, the necessities? Your phone… which is behind in terms of the latest upgrades. You have a feeling that’ll be fixed soon. Your charger, a Lois Griffin plushie that you found in a thrift store (it’s kind of cursed looking), some chapstick so your lips don’t dry and a few books and a diary.

In all your years of people gifting you diaries for Christmas you’ve never actually taken the time to, you know, diary? So you thought maybe now was a good chance.

3 hours later. You’ve been sitting in your room—in complete silence. It’s starting to get boring, heck maybe even lonely.

You were a little hesitant to leave your room and look for anyone, but being from a household where you were usually surrounded by triple the people you’d already met here, the silence was starting to get a little deafening.

You’re not trying to be needy, but is it really okay to leave your guest kid so soon on the first day you brought them in?

You shook your head. Pull yourself together. This isn’t neediness, this is just what normal people do. They talk or whatever…

You pushed the door to your room open, the creak of it audible throughout the whole corridor.

“Hello?” You called out, no response came.

You noticed that the halls were dim, some lights out. Is the house empty? Are you allowed to leave a 12 year old home alone?

Just when you thought you were going to get lost, you finally turned and found the living room, and unsurprisingly. You found the living room empty.

You scoffed but it was more like a nervous sigh. “Really, Bruce Wayne? You gonna leave your kid alone on the first day.” You mumbled, noticing through the gaps in the curtains that it was now getting dark.

It’s the evening. Where could he possibly be? … what’s a playboy?

You walked further and further, reaching another corridor—and it was there that you could hear voices again, although they were muffled.

“Yeah. Yeah. They’re here.” You could make out… Dick’s voice saying..?

“Kid seems nice. A little awkward though.” Dick said with a chuckle. He didn’t know you were behind the closed door.

“Yeah, Babs, I’m heading back to ‘haven tomorrow. Just spending the night at B’s for… business and the kid I guess.” He said, you quirked a brow at the emphasis on ‘business,’ but you didn’t get too suspicious just yet.

“I don’t even think the kid knows what Batman & Co is to be honest.” He said, and your brow quirked up further, if that was even possible.

Batman & Co?? What is that? Why’s that important?

“Damian was actually okay with them. I made sure he was okay just before the kid came in… you know, I would’ve been just like him if they’d come in back when I was Robin..” Dick said, his conversation with ‘Babs,’ heading a little more… somber?

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve sorted through my insecurities of not being adopted already, but Damian… he’s… he’s changed a lot, it’s only been 4 years and he’s like a new person.” Dick said, somber tone giving way to affection and pride.

“I’m proud of him. I really am. I know he’s going to hurt *you,* I really do. I just need to know that he’s not hurt by *you.*” He clarified.

“Oh—no, no, Babs,” Dick chuckled, “Bruce’s new kid? They couldn’t hurt a fly. Scrawny little thing.”

You bristled, but it clearly wasn’t meant with maliciousness.

“Reminds me of Tim before he started training.” Dick said, chuckling even more as he seemingly went down memory lane.

Training? You thought to yourself, quirking a brow again. If you had a shot each time you’ve quirked your brow while eavesdropping on this man you’d be hospitalised for juvenile alcohol poisoning.

“Yeah… Damian seems to be settling in with *you* fine, though. No competitiveness. No insecurity. I think the two of them will get along pretty well.”

“*You* may be a little awkward, but I’m just attributing that to it being their first day here. Besides Tim seemed to like them too.”

You blinked, shaking your head. Maybe this was enough eavesdropping for the day. As you turned to start walking away you bumped into someone. Tim.

Tim’s face was blank, a little less soft than when you’d last saw him. He seemed tired.

“Hey, *you.* What you doing out here. In the dark… in the corridor…” he said, half-sardonically-joking and half-suspicious.

You paused, lips parted like you were trying to think of an excuse.

Then he smirked.

“Let me guess. You’re eavesdropping on Dick’s phone call.” He said, shaking his head with a tired almost fondness.

“I used to do it too. It’s cool… just don’t do it again.” He said, reprimanding softly, but with this air of caution… like he’s warning you.

“There’s a lot that isn’t for your ears.” He said, voice taking on a slightly more serious edge, then the turned to walk away, presumably to where he was going before you crossed paths.

But before he fully left, he turned around, “I’ll see you later, *you*.” Tim finally said, before heading off and leaving you where you stood.

[timdrakereal]

PROLOGUE

chapter 1 chapter 2

You’re probably wondering how you got here…

Well… to put it cleanly… the rubber slipped up. 💀 what are the odds right, and even more-so what are the odds of it happening to Bruce fucking Wayne??

I mean, it happens to at least 13 people a year, right? And they hooked up a fair couple of times. Bruce is a disciplined and distant man, but even he needs love, connection… distraction.

They weren’t just a fling, your mom and him. There was something there, like a lot of Bruce’s loves it was burned out by lies and secrets.

About a month before she even found out she was pregnant, they parted ways. The emotional fatigue and burnout your mom suffered made her fly back to her country, hoping to go back to her roots, to come down from that toxic high that was Bruce Wayne—but she didn’t expect that very soon she’d find out about you.

You. The first thing she associated you with was nausea, painful cramps, RLS and wooziness, but she couldn’t deny that she felt some kind of motherly pull toward you. Just… not the kind that made you enough to keep or really love. She decided she’d ride you out, take care of herself, give birth to you, then maybe surrogate you? Like Juno, you know? Maybe put you up for adoption?

When she started getting that telltale nausea she had the idea in the back of her mind that she could be pregnant, but how?! The only person she’s been with for at least a year was Bruce, and they always used protection! So does she tell him? They practically just broke up!

She had a few drafted notes lying on her desk, because she couldn’t find it in her to call. Each day your birth just pulled closer and closer. You hate that she didn’t just call. Why didn’t she just damn call???

On the actual day of your birth, she didn’t have anyone with her. No support, no family, just a quiet clinic. How she wanted it. The birth was uncannily quick.. maybe she dissociated through it? Maybe you were eager to come into this world? But the physical and emotional weight of childbirth ended up sinking in after.

She was bedridden for weeks and you just wouldn’t shut up. She still cares, of course she does, the intrusive thoughts she gets of hurting you terrify her, so she consults a few of her friends, accepting their support. Why not consult the father?

Since she hadn’t managed to arrange some kind of surrogacy before she gave birth to you—she and her friends were taking care of you while looking for adoptions. It was getting so overwhelming. Why was it just so hard to get rid of you?

Around 4 months after your birth she finally got into contact with some kind of social care system, which pointed her in the direction to an adoption agency. From there you were gone, and the fatigue and frustration finally started to mellow out.

You were too young to even know what happened, hell, you probably won’t even remember anything. You’re what? 5 months old. You get the bare minimum in childcare until you’re 3 years old, and then you find two middle class ‘do-gooders’ willing to take you. They already have like 6 other adopted kids, now they’re just adding you on?

It’s no surprise that they managed to mess it up. They weren’t physically abusive… more like they just couldn’t meet the needs of someone like you, no one in your ‘support circle’ did.

You can tell because by 12 years old you were catastrophically low in confidence, majorly depressed, probably have the worst school attendance in your year, burnt out and chronically ill. You’re kind of dependent—not a pushover but more like a lost sheep. You still have raging attitude like normal tweens… you just… also can’t do self checkout… 💀

It’s not over yet though! After months or so of more emotional baggage than a telenovela, paper work, legal advice, court, custody disputes, paternity tests and some eccentric rich play boy from new jersey and the woman you now know as your mother having it out in court—you have now had the luxury of meeting your father! And… your mother.

So far they both seem horrible. You’d rather have your adoptive parents and they’re hallmark horrorcore. Now you’re feeling lost, abandoned, like your whole world’s been flipped upside down. You desperately want to leave your body, to just sleep forever. Why is this happening? This is why you have an ‘Eat the rich’ poster on your Amazon wishlist…

The man they called Bruce? It was settled that he’d have custody over you. It was hardly a fight. Your mother still didn’t want you. Your adoptive parents, they’ll probably miss you, but they’ve tripled their kids up since you’ve turned 12 so they’ll be fine.

Now? You’re in a private jet. Bruce is sitting to your left. Not right next to you, but in the next aisle. You don’t know who’s driving, probably some assistant. All your so-called father’s said to you was, “It’ll be ok. I’m bringing you home now,” and he looked constipated while saying it.

Like, ok? What is that supposed to mean? He’s acting like he just rescued you from an SVU episode. You’re thinking ‘is this a social experiment?’ ‘what kind of rich play boy acts like a clinically depressed news reporter?’

[nightmareinfloral]

Dick Grayson Reading Guide- Robin, Nightwing, & Batman

Robin:

Batman (1940) #192, 202-203, 227, 229-231, 234-236, 239, 240-242, 244-245, 248, 250, 252, 254, 259, 333, 337-339, 341-343

Detective Comics (1937) #38, 390-391, 394-395, 398-403, 445, 447, 450-451, 481-485

Teen Titans (1966)

Batman: Dark Victory

Batman Chronicles: The Gauntlet

Robin: Year One

Year One: Batman/Scarecrow

Batman: Year Three

Teen Titans: Year One (2008)

The New Teen Titans (1980)

Tales of the Teen Titans (1984) #41-44

Nightwing:

Nightwing: Year One

The New Teen Titans (1984)

Secret Origins (1986) #13, Annual 3

Batman (1940) #416

Nightwing: Old Friends, New Enemies

Nightwing (1996)

JLA/Titans: The Technis Imperative

Batman Plus Arsenal (1997)

Young Justice (1998) #7

Titans (1999)

Batman: Cataclysm

Batman: Aftershock

Batman: Gotham Knights (2000)

Outsiders (2003)

Batman: The Resurrection of Ra’s Al Ghul

Batman:

Batman: Prodigal

Batman R.I.P.

Batman and Robin (2009)

Batman: The Black Mirror

Batman: Streets of Gotham

Batman: Gates of Gotham

*Disclaimer: these are all my personal recommendations and by no means a complete guide, just the comics that I liked the most and that I felt captured Dick the best! They are mostly in chronological order.

[northoftheroad]

Dick Grayson reading in Rebirth and forward

In the last few years, there have been several comics where Nightwing is guest starring that I haven’t picked up, so maybe I have missed some smashing comics in here; just saying. As usual, take this list for what it’s worth – my personal interpretations and reflections. (Please note that there is a difference between cover date and when a book is actually published, and I might have mixed these dates in the list. I mostly use them to help my own thought process.)

I gather DC lets their creators play in any sandbox/Earth/continuity they want, which means it’s a fool’s errand to try to understand what, if any, stories from Dick’s past are supposed to have happened in the current continuity. But I never claimed to be quite sane, did I…? Here is me, trying to piece together stories chronologically story-wise:

Nightwing vol 4 # 82. Flashbacks to pre-Dick John and Mary Grayson.

Batman vol 3 # 54. Has some flashbacks from when Dick was new in Wayne Manor. He has nightmares, climbs a chandelier, questions why Bruce took him in, and apparently doesn’t know Bruce is Batman: nothing special but a few nice pages.

The Precedent. In Detective Comics # 1000 (2019). Bruce’s hesitation before he lets Dick become Robin. Unclear if it’s supposed to be in the current continuity.

Robin and Batman # 1–3 (2021-2022). A three-issue story that takes place in the days around Dick’s twelfth birthday. It’s about how Dick eventually chooses not to be “the dark” like Batman, but something better – the light, Robin. Not in the main continuity, but another version of how Dick became Robin (also a first meeting with the other original Teen Titans - in this version, they already had suits and code names when Dick first became Robin).

Batman: Urban Legends # 23

Hot pursuit. In Batman: Urban Legends # 23 (March 2023). Cute short story; Robin drives the Batmobile for the first time (his second year as Robin).

Batman One bad day: Mr Freeze. (2022) Probably not set in the main continuity, Robin is small and wears a winter suit.

Batman/Superman: World’s Finest vol 1 (2022). One of my favourite books from the current era (written by Mark Waid). It has a different tone than other in-continuity books (in a good way), but it is connected; the first story arc is a prequel to Batman vs Robin and the Lazarus Planet event. Dick has been Robin for a few years in the book except for a few panels. My favourite issue is # 6, when Dick is lost in the past, works in a circus and solves a mystery.

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[ladec-kk]

initially i wanted to see the jli in dc vs vampires but seeing how it turns out i think im good

(nate exploded and scott was in his simulation) (gnort was in hell)

[puuurson]

TYHIS IS SO PEAK AHGHHHH

[timdrakereal]

Nate exploded is crazy 😭 he needs a break from that shit

[arttuff]

just block him, Guy