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danidoodels · 2 days
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incorrectbatfam · 3 days
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Ok so since Bart was raised in a video game and Kon spawned like 2 days ago, imagine if they never got the queer romance DLC uploaded into them. So when Tim starts dating Bernard they think that's just something they should be doing too because Tim's the smart one after all. Monkey see, monkey do… with each other. And then they're confused when Tim loses his shit and they're like, "We thought we were supposed to??? Why kiss boys if you don't want us doing the same??? We are lemmings, Timothy"
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batfamluvr · 3 days
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Hey there👋👋 could you please do whatever love language of the bamboos are ??
LOVE LANGUAGE OF THE BATBOYS
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A/N: terribly sorry I let this request collect dust. My interest in comics fell as life got hectic and whatever the hell. I won't go all Wattpad author on you.
Dick Grayson’s love language is words of affirmation. At the peak of his characterization, he is a man ravenous for praise and attention. A moment of peace, of relief, of sweetness.
Stunted, yet too grown for his own good—simultaneously. He will seek attention, showering you with gifts and compliments in hopes that you reciprocate. Holidays would read like a HallMark movie that would move suburban mothers to tears.
Dick is also the man to send romantic quotes stolen from Pinterest, and the occasional confusing poem of his own hand. His nerves would grind as he read the ‘’seen’’ stamp beneath his text, worried out of his mind that it didn't properly convey his emotions, his love.
“What, no reply yet? If you're that moved, you could always come kiss me.” He'd send the message, playing it off as a joke. But his stomach groaned with the familiar ache, that cold and empty feeling of uncertainty.
What if she doesn't like it? Will she still like me? Would I seem lame if I double texted? Am I bugging her?
The flames of self doubt would spread and eat at his mind until his phone pinged with a,” it's beautiful, babe. A hard read, but the intention was there.” And a flirtatious emoji paired with it.
Thus, the flames of doubt were stomped out, like they never existed. They liked the poem, and he would spend hours rereading it. Marveling and gushing because you liked it. Something he made.
Jason Todd's love language is acts of service. It's a loyalty thing for him.
Gift sharing could be manipulation; soft words could be lies, and he's too self-loathing to believe them anyway. Red Hood swallows his spare time, and his desire for touch swung on a pendulum—one side thirsting for it, the other side uncomfortable.
The thought of returning home to a nice and warm meal would make him melt into a puddle. Or finding his hero suit washed, and his gear cleaned and stored away.
It reignites a flame in his cold eyes, the domesticity calling forth an unclassified emotion that sent goosebumps blazing over his skin like wildfire, calling his arm hairs to attention.
Jason would return the favor. You would awake to find breakfast made, the aroma of bacon and eggs thick in the air, the sweetness of syrup carrying around the house. Scalding tea trickling into a pot, milk and sugar already on the table. Plates washed and set.
Jason would also do laundry and iron clothes. He gets those random bursts of energy (or adrenaline) and cleans the entire house spotless.
Baths would be drawn for you, and if he's feeling lavish, he'll add roses to the bubbles. The finest soaps would lather your skin, scented with the the best smelling perfumes—business was good, and it was a present. His calloused fingers would be overjoyed to massage your scalp (he hoped you'd do his next).
Tim Drake’s love language is quality time. Also, I would like to preface this section by admitting I haven't read much of Tim.
He would help you study. Textbooks adorning the wooden table after hours of quizzing. Coffee steaming in a mug, pens and highlighters scratching at paper. Kisses shared with each right answer.
He'd tease,” Oh, that was a hard one. A trick question.” A smirk, sweet as frosting would tug on his lips, then a warm kiss would swallow yours.” If I were as filthy minded as Jason, maybe I'd crack a joke.”
Tim’s gaze would find you, in the middle of whatever—washing dishes, doing laundry, exercising. They'd burst with amorous passion, like exploding stars, shimmering and twinkling in his irises.
When the sun kisses Gotham goodnight, and the moon assumes it duty, he'd find himself wishing he could be beside you. Not Batman, not Dick, certainly not Damian. That's not proof that he hates his colleagues or that his work is last on the list of priorities. It's just. . . you're higher.
“Hey, love,” he'd speak into the phone, after the voicemail prompted him.” I know you're likely sleep tonight. But I wanted to at least call and tell you to sleep safe and warm. And to save space for me.” A chuckle would roll of his tongue, the wailing of police sirens in the background.
Damian Wayne's love language is also quality time.
Time is precious to him. His mother’s presence was unreliable. He, his father, his siblings tango with dead every silvery night. Each misfortune in his family reminded him of that.
Robin is not what Dick thinks. It's not just bursting into hideouts and knocking the crap out of villains. The peril is real, as well as the potential for failure—and failure in their line of work means death.
Oracle was paralyzed in a second, one wrong move and her nerves were shot. Jason’s life was quite literally put on a clock, killed by time itself. When Damian was an assassin, it merely took seconds to end a life, one of emotion and desires and opinions—gone at the stroke of a blade.
Time matters.
Damian would try to spend all of it with you, doing anything. Attending museums, painting you, listening to your playlists. Finding the child he was depraved of for so long. Being an angsty teenager and loving it.
“This is considered fun?” A dark eyebrow of his would raise teasingly. There you sat, at a sport's game, the roaring crowd trembling the stadium and stabbing his ears. The golden beam of the sun roasting both you, and the overpriced popcorn tossing and gurgling in his stomach.
But, deep down, the liveliness of the crowd intrigued him. Even he'd find himself screaming along with the masses on their feet, yelling out praise or curse words.
Damian's jade irises would slide over to you, the sheer glee decorating your features. A painting. He'd see a masterpiece in you; how that expression would translate onto a canvas.
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cosmicpoutine · 1 day
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i drew these separately, but they kinda look like they belong together?
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burningredhot · 2 days
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Y'know what I think is sadder than neglected Tim Drake? If his parents did love him. If they truly loved their baby boy and wanted to take him with them and be there for him in everything. But they couldn't. Maybe there were complications in every aspect, so they couldn't take baby Tim with them. Maybe they tried really hard to get home for holidays and his birthday but they couldn't. Or maybe even they did love him but they couldn't show it, maybe they didn't know how to be parents but they knew they loved him so they stayed away giving him his bedt chance
Idk just random thoughts.
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blackfoxsposts · 1 day
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Dani: There he is!
Jazz: Where the hell have you been?!!
Danny: Just, y’know out.
Dani: Ohh, out, oh God, I don’t know why we didn’t think to check there!
Tim: What were you doing?
Danny: I uh, went to a bar. And then I just uh, just walked around for a while.
Jazz: You walked around all night in the city by yourself?
Jason: *snaps his fingers* He hooked up! He hooked up with someone.
Danny: Look, I don’t have to answer your questions! Okay? I’m a big boy, I can do whatever I want!
Jason: He hooked up!! Tell us about her!
Sheph runs into the room: Danny, you left you scarf in... Hey, you guys.
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damianwaynerocks · 1 day
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batfamily twitter again
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batboycentral · 2 days
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liddol tim
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queerryan · 2 days
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*Superman and Batman gets to the batcave to analyze some clues in a case they're working together, they see Jason, Damian, Tim, Dick and Duke fighting over something*
Batman: Alfred what is going on here?
Alfred: the fight seems to be about *picks up a piece of paper* "Is Roxy a believix fairy or not" whatever this means sir.
Batman: oh my god. *Facepalm* this is so ridiculous.
Superman: I know. The believix theme literally plays when she transforms.
Batman: *turns slowly towards him* you can't get believix without Enchantix.
*they start to fight too*
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raindisaster · 3 days
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I sincerely do not understand why in most fanfiction with a Red Hood and a Red Robin, the latter is treated like a child.
Red Robin is only two years younger than Jason in the comics. At the same time, everyone seems to forget that Jason’s body has been lying underground for 6 months and for another year due to brain damage, he is literally a walking zombie. During this time, he does not grow mentally, does not gain experience and becomes an mature.
I will never get over the idea that after falling into the Lazarus Pit, he does not remember what happened to him before the pit. It was as if he had just been a 15-year-old teenager who had gone through terrible injuries and death, only to return to a body so different from his.
It is bigger, stronger, taller and so different. He is trying. Trying hard. To accept this new reality, this new self. That’s why it hurts him more when he sees that nothing has changed after his death. For others, years have passed, for him it was like yesterday, which is why it hurts so much to see how quickly he was replaced.
He's just a teenager, scared, angry, sick from everything that happened to him and trying to figure out if it was all worth it?
When he returns to Gotham, he and Tim are the same age, although his body looks older thanks to healing. But no one seems to care, no one treats him the same as with Tim. They treat him like an adult, like a mistake and the greatest failure.
And only Talia sees this wasted weakness in him. How every mother sees her child through all these masks.
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mirailenkun · 3 days
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Because you were always the one who persevered
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incorrectbatfam · 2 days
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Tim: Jason, what’s your plan for dealing with this?
Jason: Well, Plan A is what I call "Operation Ignore It and Hope It Goes Away".
Tim: That’s it? What the heck is Plan B?
Jason: Plan B is to keep trying Plan A.
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celaenaeiln · 1 day
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Bird: *whistling*
Dick: *whistling back*
Bird: *whistling harder*
Dick: *copying it*
Bird: *excitedly hopping around and whistling a tune*
Dick: *grinning and copying back*
Bruce: Nightwing, stop that.
Dick: why? We’re just whistling
Bird: *chirping in agreement*
Bruce: *glaring at the bird* such a behavior is a security risk. You’re needed on fourth. *taking off into the night*
Dick: ..??? What was that all about?
Tim: *over comms* Bruce thinks all birds are government spies
Dick: What? That’s dumb!
Tim: …mhmm
Dick: Tim, don’t tell me you believe it too. That’s ridiculous!
Tim:
Tim: ...it has plausible theory!
Dick: ...oh my god Tim.
Bird: *sad chirping noises*
Later
Dick: You know, there's another reason why I know they aren’t government spies.
Tim: and why’s that?
Dick: *holding back his laughter* Because they’re whistleblowers
Tim: ... :0
Tim: oh my god they're whistleblowers
Dick: okay no.
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cosmicpoutine · 5 hours
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i wasn't happy with the sketches i posted last night, so i fixed it :) [inprnt]
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pechaghtlecha · 1 day
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Ajám :3 👍
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strdstwanderer · 2 days
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Understanding the difference between a ward and an adopted son is important in understanding Tim and Damian's relationship.
Dick and Jason were both Bruce's ward. Wards are people you have legal guardianship over. He may treat them as his sons, but legally, he's just their legal guardian.
Tim on the other hand had both parents when he became Robin. His parents didn't die until much later in his tenure. When Captain Boomerang killed his father, Bruce adopted Tim. Tim was the first and only Robin that Bruce adopted as a son. (Tim could go by "Tim Wayne" and it'd be correct.)
Then, there's Damian. Damian was introduced when Tim was still Robin. He was replaced by Damian when Dick became Batman because Dick could not see Tim as a sidekick. Which is also how we got Red Robin.
So why is this important? Because in the eyes of the law. Tim and Damian are legally brothers. The only two Robins to actually be siblings. Which makes Damian's "blood son" remarks about himself more scathing. It's literally how siblings would claim the other is adopted. Only this time. It's true.
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