MANDY

[tarta-de-limon]

Interview...

I like the idea of Damian being an evil baby and Tim being the only one who notices. I also like the idea of baby Damian only acting that way because it makes Tim react, as in, he's tried babbling his name, he's tried walking (or trying to walk) to him and Tim doesn't pay him attention. But when he pulls at his hair and throws things? That catches Tim's attention, so he's always acting like that around him, while acting like a little angel around the others.

Did you catch the "reference" of the background? 😼

[a-lil-insect]

Quick drawing of uhhhhh

[renviary]

(plat/fam) blah blah smth smth protective older brother

[ashesforart]

he kissin it all better

[marte-14]

I just really like anatomy

[abcdfghjklmpqrobin]

Au where nobody tells 10 year old Damian who Jason is. And the way they talk about him, Damian just assumes Jason is like a raccoon or something.

Damian: Grayson, why does Pennyworth leave food on the counter every night?

Dick, on his phone, not even paying attention: Oh, that's for Jason.

Damian: For 'Jason'?

Dick: Yeah. Sometimes he sneaks into the kitchen at night, so Alfred started leaving food out for him.

Damian, confused: I've never seen anyone here.

Dick: Well he doesn't always come. And last time, Bruce caught him crawling through the window and scared him away so, who knows when he'll show up again.

Damian, definitely thinking of a raccoon: So then Pennyworth is feeding a random stray that crawled out of God knows where?

Dick, annoyed: He's not a 'random stray', Damian, he's family, and he has been living in this house for way longer than you have.

Damian, trying to remember how long do raccoons live for:

Damian: I hope he doesn't die soon.

Dick: ????!!

*Later that night in the Bat-cave*

Tim, typing away in the computer:

Damian: Drake. Have you ever met Jason?

Tim: Uh. Stupid, annoying and looks like a skunk? Yes, why?

Damian, picturing a mix between a racoon and a skunk:

Damian: Is he friendly?

Tim: Well, the first time I met him, he attacked me, so...

Damian: Hmm... What did you do to provoke him?

Tim: What did I do to– Bitch–

Tim: Nothing! He just didn't like me taking 'what was his', or something.

Damian, nodding: You invaded his territory.

*The next day*

Damian: Father, when do you think Jason will visit again? I want to meet him.

Bruce: Um. I don't know, Damian. He doesn't come here often.

Damian: Why?

Bruce: Because he lives somewhere else.

Damian: Why doesn't he just live here with us instead? He would be safer.

Bruce, wincing: I don't think he would like that, Damian. He's not confortable here.

Damian: But, maybe if I befriend him I could convince him to stay.

Bruce, sighing: I don't think so, Damian. You have to respect his space.

Damian: Oh...

Damian: I hope he doesn't get rabies

Bruce: ???!!

[harping-these-nuts]

i hope jason doesn’t die in a gang war or get rabies fr

[n--o--r]

[sirnoblesquid]

These two seriously needed to hug more often

Like, Arthur give the depressed boy a hug once in a while

[sirnoblesquid]

Just really wanted to draw modern merthur

[batfamgalore]

*Dick gets severely injured while on a mission with Jason*

Jason: Take your recovery seriously or I’ll kill you myself.

*walks away and then turns around angrily*

Jason: I love you.

Dick: I love you too.

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce: My son wrote an essay about how much he hates mayonnaise and it begins, "As a scribe, I see fit to write down all my troubles" and ends, "I fell to the ground and moaned for the next few hours, lying in the moonlight and wishing to die."

[violentbat]

Oh gosh I think it's so underexplored but I love to see Bruce interacting with future versions of his kids. He's outwardly making a lot of noise about the timeline and time travel and the implications, but inwardly relieved to see them. No matter what the circumstances are, he's breathing easier because they're alive and analysing the new scars and the improvements to the suit and carefully avoiding asking about why future him did that to the suit.

Most privately, he's relieved to see that their relationship has survived the future or whatever has unfolded. And he's so afraid that they'll slip up and reveal that he loses another kid.

[holy-incorrectquotes-batman]

Bruce, to Clark: If you're going to start having feelings, I'm leaving.

[frownyalfred]

It’s not just locks.

I feel like Bruce’s ability to unleash the batkids in any capacity is terrifying.

Like before missions the bats have their own debriefs and mission prep that are filled with a mix of diligent notes and details as well as joke ideas (bazooka, flamethrower, tanking a company’s stock, honeypot infiltration, horseheads in people’s beds) that Bruce tries and fails to quell. But everyone was there at the mission debrief and knows all of the in-jokes so sometimes over comms you’ll hear Red Robin say maybe they should have just let Hood bring his rocket launcher while Robin argues he should be allowed to stab non-vital areas for maximum pain (if minimum damage).

And Batman will sigh, say no, and keep fighting.

Until the day where it’s the end. The last stand, final straw, whatever breaks that last shred of composure where Batman tries to contain the absolute clusterfuck that is his gaggle of children.

So he tells them, “Unleash hell.”

And the JL has to watch in stunned horror as all of the batkids stop holding back and whatever situation they were stuck in is needed with brutal efficiency.

And significant property damage.

You know something has either gone really wrong, or really right, if Bruce finally lets his kids run loose.

[frownyalfred]

re the last "break it" ask about a bone needing broken.

between training (the batfam), x-ray vision (superman), and either scenario just situational awareness - i can see it not even being a matter of worrying whether its the right call, because maybe its like very obviously what needs to happen.

but instead what gets them is the almost casual and calm nature of it, well as casual as someone like batman gets. the almost complete disregard of coming pain, the healing time, and more. how utterly calm and matter-of-fact he'd be. because who in their right mind would so casually and calmly just ask you to break a bone — even if its obviously necessary.

And then the converse, a batkid trying SO hard to be brave and say the same thing to Bruce and Bruce is like absolutely not, I can do that but that kind of judgement call is not something you’re allowed to make. Ever.

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman saying random lines out loud that confuse his family and friends but then they realize that if he didn't voice these thoughts he'd probably be a well dressed Joker.

Batman sighed walking down the dimly pit alleyway.

Batman: If it weren't for spite, caffeine and the many kids I adopted I'm pretty sure I'd be in Arkham.

Red Robin: Um... Thanks for the compliment.

Batman: You're welcome. Did you know pigs can consume human bone?

Red Robin: Yeah, they're cannibalistic too.

_____________

Batman sighed, texting Selina.

Batman: What day is it?

Nightwing: Thursday, midnight.

Batman nodding sighing again.

Batman: I watched the terrified trilogy last Monday and wasn't thrown off by the gore, but instead debated if Art the Clown is an Eldritch demon or like Jason Voorhees.

Nightwing: Um, first movie, human man, the rest of the series he basically becomes a demon.

Batman: ...You went through the same concerning thoughts?

Nightwing: Yeah, after binge watching Eli Roth movies. I'm torn on the movies, but I like counting the kills.

Batman: Same.

_____________

Batman sighed sewing a wound on his leg.

Batman: I am running on adrenaline, spite and a bet with the Devil and God on if I'll break.

Red Hood (referencing the Bible): Job the sequel?

Batman: Maybe. The fact I'm not upset I'm in pain means I've succeeded at switching pain to pleasure and indifference.

Red Hood: I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with you.

_____________

Batman sighed driving his car down the road with his kids in it.

Batman: If I crash this car would I want to die instantly or strive to survive... God I hope it's the latter.

Nightwing: If you die this time I'm not subbing for Batman and neither is Red Robin.

Red Hood: Can I—

Batman: Not a chance in hell.

Robin: Yes! That means I'll be Batman! Batman and doctor!

Red Hood: Yeah, we'll see.

_____________

Batman sighed hanging upside down under a vat of Joker toxin.

Batman: I have insane people thoughts when someone is eating food loudly in front of me.

Joker: STOP BEING WEIRDER THAN ME!

Harley (successfully sneaking in to save the day): I like his random thoughts.

[defnotingotham]

He’ll never admit it but Tim likes when Duke drags him into the kitchen when he’s stress baking before a test or exam.

Tim will just be silently working when Duke suddenly bursts into the room, frantically spewing out words faster than Tim can even register them before he's being dragged by the arm with his laptop tucked under his other arm and being plopped down into one of the many barstools that surround the kitchen island.

It takes him a second to recalibrate himself before trying to ask what's going on.

All the while, Duke is hunched over the stove, furiously whipping something up before there's plops echoing around the kitchen.

"Duke", Tim started slowly, he didn't know what to do, "What-"

He was cut off by Duke whipping around with three large cinnamon rolls on plate, with icing, cinnamon & strawberries on top. He looked a mess, there was egg and flour in his hair and all over his apron. there was a bit of dough on his cheek and some covering his fingers.

Tim reached out for the plate and took it from his hands, picking up a cinnamon roll and taking a big bite. As soon as the icing hit his tongue, it was like an explosion and heaven all in one.

Once the bite was swallowed, he gave Duke a big toothy grin, "You should save the rest for the others to have at breakfast".

So, every time Duke is trying a new recipe or just needs to stress bake, Tim is always there in tow to taste test and just provide a bit of company.