#crying over tim and jason

[trainstationeyes]

Proceeds to die then haunts the narrative for generations

Let’s all hallucinate Jason and not tell Damian ass family

[rockspider556]

Batfam Headcanon #2

So. Damian Wayne’s school recital.

First off, Damian does not want to be there. He even performs this whole dramatic speech about how performing the viola in front of a bunch of “intellectually inferior Gotham Prep students” was a waste of his talents.

Bruce, however, is thrilled. He had missed out on these sorts of milestones with Dick, Jason, and Tim for various reasons—crimefighting, estrangement, or simply bad timing. But this? This was his chance to savour the quintessential "proud dad at a school event" experience, and he was not going to squander it. He buys eight tickets��front row for the whole family, obviously. He even tells Tim to “clear your schedule” and makes Jason promise on pain of death to show up.

He doesn’t stop there though. He rents an absurdly expensive high-end video camera (the kind National Geographic use to capture footage of lions on the savannah) to record the performance in its entirety, despite Barbara pointing out that smartphones have perfectly good cameras these days, and was pacing in front of the theatre doors 30 minutes before they even opened, muttering about getting the perfect angle. As the recital begins, the Batfam does their best to blend in with the other parents, though it’s a losing battle. Especially with Jason muttering snarky comments under his breath about the less-than-stellar early performances. “If this is what passes for talent at Gotham Prep, I’m never letting Damian forget he’s related to these people.”

Damian, to his credit, looks completely calm at all this chaos. Professional, even. He’s so composed, standing there with his viola, tuning it like this was just another mission. And then he starts playing. Y’all. He was perfect. Like, annoyingly, infuriatingly perfect. Every note was precise, every movement elegant.

You could see Karen from the PTA side-eyeing Bruce like, “What kind of prodigy factory are you running?”

But here’s the thing: the minute Damian finishes, and the polite applause starts?

The Batfam absolutely loses it.

I’m talking:

Dick and Duke standing up, leading a standing ovation.

Jason yelling “THAT’S MY BABY BROTHER, YOU PEASANTS!”

Cass throwing fake confetti that she’d somehow smuggled in.

Steph shaking her homemade “GO DAMI” sign so hard the glitter was falling off

Tim also standing up to applaud, completely forgetting about the phone on his lap live-streaming the whole thing to Alfred back home, ruining the video completely

Barbara’s reaction being the perfect mix of affection, amusement and calm.

Bruce clapping so loudly it echoed through the whole auditorium.

Damian’s ears? Fire engine red. He storms off stage like, “You’re all the worst. I’m disowning every single one of you.” BUT. Later that night, Tim catches him sneaking the recital signup sheet for next year off the fridge. He totally signed up again. Because deep down, he knows that no matter how irritating they are, the Batfam were always going to be the loudest cheer squad in Gotham

And perhaps, just perhaps, he didn’t mind that as much as he claimed.

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[superbat-lmao]

Each of Bruce’s kids fluctuate between full throttle action and I’m-going-to-die-of-boredom inaction. The life of a vigilante ricochets between extreme stress and recuperation.

When he was new to parenting, Bruce had a difficult time adjusting to the cyclical nature of his children’s moods. How much attention they wanted, how to provide it, whether they wanted his input or just for him to listen. It took some getting used to.

Now, he’s a bit better at understanding what his kids need from him. The one that he looks forward to the most, since it’s relatively infrequent compared to all of the other ways his children interact with him, is when they seek him out to sit with him.

Bruce has learned from being called overbearing and invasive that his children don’t enjoy when he encroaches on their space. This has mostly culminated in him becoming a home-body. Rarely leaving the manor if not for work or on explicit invitation. He seldom finds himself in Dick’s apartment, Jason’s safe houses, or any other place his children are staying, unless it’s an emergency.

The converse of that, is that his own routines in his own space have become reliably predictable. A book he’d read early on when fostering Dick had said routines were crucial to establishing a sense of normality for children from chaotic situations. That they were reassuring. So Bruce had allowed himself to become a degree of predictable. Findable across the many rooms of the manor.

Rarely, in the cycles of downtime that all vigilantes used to recuperate, would his children seek him out in this routine.

The first time Dick had come looking for him, plopped down in a chair in his office, and proceeded to work next to him for six hours without saying anything, Bruce had been beside himself with worry. He’d been concerned. Dick was an outgoing and energetic young man, silences with him were few and far between. Or, more often, a sign that something was wrong.

The whole time, he considered broaching the topic, asking what was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out how to ask. Didn’t want to disrupt the quiet.

When Dick had completed what he’d been working on, he’d looked up at Bruce and smiled. Then he’d gotten up from the chair, side arm hugged Bruce, and left his office altogether.

It had left Bruce momentarily stunned.

He’s asked Alfred about it and was assured that sometimes children just needed a quiet place to work and don’t want to be alone. That Dick was fine and not somehow picking up all of Bruce’s worst, antisocial habits. He was glad.

By the time Jason had come around, Bruce was fairly acclimated to “parallel play” as Dinah had put it when discussing Oliver and Roy’s tendency to work on different projects without speaking but always in the same space. Jason was an avid reader and clearly seemed to prefer the library, but Bruce had learned to space out his ventures into his son’s space. To be a reliable presence, but not one that encroached on his privacy.

So it was a quiet novelty when Jason would brave the exorbitance of the manor to join him. Usually, he would read a novel on Bruce’s couch. Sometimes he had a puzzle books instead, sudoku or crosswords. Bruce enjoyed glancing up to see him deep in thought about some of the clues but never asking Bruce’s help in solving it. His boy enjoyed a challenge. And he knew Bruce to be unfairly good at crosswords. He said it took all the fun out of it if you didn’t have to think about the answer.

Tim, of course, was a frequent flyer in Bruce’s office. Invariably, both of them would be cooped up there discussing WE projects or personnel. This meant that if Tim needed to quietly sit next to Bruce for a few uninterrupted hours, it was often when Bruce was supposed to be on bed rest and had instead convinced Alfred to let him sit in the entertainment room. Tim liked one of the chairs the best, wedging himself into the armrest while scrolling on his phone.

Cassandra spent a lot of her time in silence, not needing the words to communicate what she meant. She had turned the concept of “quiet time” into nap time. She would curl into Jason’s favorite couch and drool on one of Alfred’s more comfortable pillows. Bruce liked the way her hair stuck up in the back after being pressed against the lumpy upholstery.

Stephanie was perhaps the rarest sight in the manor, aside from Jason. She had never lived there, even temporarily. The first time she had joined Bruce in silent company it had been with Tim. The two had squished together in the same chair and silently held their phones in each other’s faces periodically before going back to scrolling.

Now, she was more likely to join Cass for a nap in his office. But there had been one instance when most of his children’s hero teams had been occupied at the same time, that they had been in the manor together. She had wandered into his office with colored pencils and clear plastic sheeting, plopped down across from him, and began drawing all manor of colorful things. It hadn’t been a cohesive picture, but several small and distinct pieces. She’d helped herself to a pair of his scissors and cut them out, disposing of the excess plastic in his waste bin.

There must have been a puzzled look on his face because before she’d left she’d told him that she and Damian were making “shrinky dinks” and that Alfred had asked her to make a couple experimental ones to test the oven settings. Bruce had smiled and asked to see the completed creations. The next morning he’d found a small piece of plastic next to the Batcomputer. It was a cartoonish strawberry wearing a backwards baseball cap on a skateboard. One of the strawberry’s “hands” appeared to be doing the hand sign for Y, but Bruce guessed it was meant to represent the shaka symbol. He placed it on the inner door of the locker he used to store post-patrol clothes.

It took almost two full years for Damian to seek him out. The boy was intensely private, but even Bruce was eventually aware of the fact that his son liked to sketch. It had taken a long time for Damian to bring any of his art materials out of his room. Most of the rooms in the manor had multiple exits and were too open to be easily defensible, especially from the prying eyes of his brothers, so Bruce understood why it took so long for him to be comfortable using common spaces. Even less frequently, if it could be said to happen at all, did he show what he was working on. That being said, when Damian finally found his way towards seeing Bruce out, it was most often with a sketch pad.

At first he was sat as far away from Bruce as possible, but with each subsequent visit Damian slowly but surely inched his way closer, until he was sat across the desk from him, scrunched in a chair with the sketch pad resting on his knees. Bruce’s high point of these interactions was the time that Damian, still silent, passed his sketch pad across Bruce’s desk. A wordless request. The rougher lines hadn’t been completely erased or covered up, but smoother and more confident ones gave shape to something Bruce knew would become a masterpiece in its own right. It was Bruce’s desk. Neatly arranged and carefully mapped.

The part that stood out to him were the pictures. The only ornamental aspect of his desk were the pictures of his children, which Damian had captured in striking detail. Before he could begin to formulate a response, Damian’s hand reached across the desk and gently lifted the top sheet, gesturing for Bruce to look at the image below as well. It was the same, every detail a mirror of Bruce’s civilian desk, except for the fact that each of the photos of his children showed them in costume.

Their poses were identical and their uniforms meticulously drawn, the exception being that Jason had his helmet tucked under his arm so that his domino was visible. Bruce hadn’t been able to formulate words, looking between the two, which Damian had seemed to realize. Two weeks later, he had found both pictures inside his locker in the cave.

[myeyebagsaredesigner]

OH MY GOD YES DUKE AND JASON DUKE AND JASON AUVHDBRNFVBAFNSBDNF

PLease Imagine Jason, Duke and Tim together cuz Tim and Duke just go to Jason's apartment and hang out there playing videogames

Tim, Duke and Jason playing just dance.

Jason Duke and Tim having a band

KARAOKE NIGHT W THE 3 PLS

THEY WOULD BE THE ULTIMATE TRIO!!

Once Tim moves past the whole being targeted and threatened with murder thing, he'd totally be chill with Jason, which means they can all be chill together-

I imagine that Tim walks in to Jason's apartment one day to return something he borrowed and see Duke and Jason in the midst of a game of 'Sorry!', and he's dragged into the next round. He witnesses and experiences conflicting emotions, manipulation, and immense betrayal, and when Jason eventually flips the board, Tim figures he should leave. Duke immediately shoots down that thought, and they build a pillow fort and watch Titanic.

BOOM BONDED!

From there on they're all just kind of.. there? Like Jason says he's going somewhere and Tim and Duke wordlessly follow him out. Dick opens the door to Tim's room to call him down for dinner, and sees Tim on his bed watching YouTube, Duke half under the bed trying to use one of those mini finger skateboards, and Jason sitting on top of the dresser reading. He silently closes the door and walks away.

Duke and Tim absolutely just invite themselves in to Jason's apartment whenever they feel like it. Like, they'll be hanging out together and decide to go to Jason's, fully aware that he's not even home. Jason comes back to two losers sitting on his couch and eating all his snacks.

They would all definitely play Just Dance. 100%. Duke is the one to buy it and bring it over to play. He'd be the type of player who loves the game, and is just good at it without even trying to be. He scores the highest out of them all every round, and the other two hate it. I imagine Jason wants nothing to do with Just Dance, but wants everything to do with winning. He'd put his all into every round only to be very disappointed when he did not score the highest. Tim would be the one who always mentions the game to play it, but ends up getting frustrated and dramatically throwing himself on the couch when he isn't doing good, and choosing to just wave his arm around for the points.

If the three had a band, I'm not sure what exactly they would play. I kind of feel like they wouldn't stick to one genre, and will rotate off instruments as they please. Duke and Tim switch off guitar from time to time, when Jason's in a mood he'll just sit there and click a triangle, they'll all work on vocals. Duke and Tim would probably come up with the concepts of all their songs and make Jason put it into words that sound decently poetic. Audience members in the random places they play at get whiplash between the sets because of how different sounding all their songs are. They'll be doing a heavy metal type song one minute, and the next is a super soft indie thing. They love it

Karaoke night would be a BLAST!

Jason would set a fun mood by opening up with something like Material Girl. I think he'd sort of try to sing, but doesn't really care about sounding good and more-so having fun. He'd definitely add in little dance moves as he sang.

Tim would probably sing something like Never Meant (this is solely because I once saw a reel of Tim liking midwestern emo and I never moved on). He'd be the kind of singer who purposely sings horrible so that he won't feel to bad about it if he sounds bad while trying to sing good. He ends up getting embarrassed a quarter way through and breaks out into weird voices. Jason and Duke get so annoyed at him.

Duke would absolutely sing something crazy good, like I Will Always Love You or Rolling in the Deep. I feel like he sings to himself so often while on patrol that he's just gotten good at it without realizing. He sings, Jason cries and Tim listens with a hand clutching his chest. They try to convince him to get signed up for America's Got Talent, but ultimately fail.

Those three would probably make such a good combination of chaos, and I need more of them. I NEED IT-

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

watched the epic bakudeku battle where katsuki learns about one for all but there were people in the room with me so now I'm rewatching it the next day, by myself, where no other noise or movement can cause a distraction and I can give it my full attention and fucking sob my goddamn eyes out without judgment from my peers

yes, I still cried the first time with people in the room, but not as hard as I wanted to

[ragnarokhound]

I can guarantee you that arkham knight Jason is also yearning & pining & perishing <3 I live for your comments dude lololol

IM SCREAMING IM UNWELL I AM ON THE FLOOR OTL OTL OTL

I haven't actually finished the Arkham Knight game, but I did start it Purely Because Jason is in it TuT I stare at him sometimes and a single tear rolls down my cheek thinking about him trapped in this somehow even grimmer and darker version of Gotham. And Tim is bald and married so he doesn't even get to have a twink boyfriend about it akdmxnsk

GET HIM OUTTA THERE. HE NEEDS ENRICHMENT. HE NEEDS SEX WITH HAS-HAIR BISEXUAL TIM IN DRAG AND TO CRY IN HIS LAP WHILE HIS HAIR IS PLAYED WITH STAT

[rigginsstreet]

"You can't tell me there's not something in this head of yours that you can relate this to!"

[thelaughingmagician]

Red Hood: The Lost Days #4

[theresamouseinmyhouse]

How many times should I let Cass hit Jason with Blackbird the Van? I was thinking at least three times

[massivetittiesandwarcrimes]

Jason: - and then I died!

Damian: Skill issue.

Jason: excuse me.

Damian: Unfortunately for you Todd, I'm built different. Take the L and move on.

Tim: Cap.

Dick: what cap?

Tim: I'm just saying Damian ate.

Jason: am I having a stroke? Is this what a stroke feels like?

Dick: please just talk like a normal person.

Damian: Ok, Boomer. Now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment with Jon.

Tim: Based. Have a goated time.

Jason: I think I need to lie down.

I think more people need to play around with Damian's speech. Don't get me wrong, I love the antiquated Victorian child style of speech, but also he's a teenager that swears plenty in the comics. We really need more scenes like:

Damian: Father, I regret to inform you that I have been assigned in-school suspension for the next three days.

Bruce: What, why?!

Damian: My classmate Kevin was disparaging a female classmate for turning him down, so I called him 'a rizz-less, basic-ass neckbeard bitch' and said I was going to fuck his mom and give her a son she'd actually love.

Bruce: *is completely speechless*

Damian: That is all I needed to tell you. If you will excuse me, I have homework to complete before dinner and patrol.

[kitthecatgod]

Guys, we all know Bruce is emotionally constipated. And he would not handle his kids crying well at all. So, I present to you, Bruce and his 'don't be sad' tactics: 12 y/o Dick: Crying in his room bc something reminded him of his mom Bruce, hearing the sobs: 'oh god what the fuck do i do' Bruce, knocking on the door before opening it and setting down a plushy he had a child on Dick's bed, before quickly backing out of the room: 'fuck did that go well?'

Jason: instinctual tears because someone punched him in the nose.

Bruce: walks over to Jason to awkwardly hand him one of the candies he keeps to comfort children

Tim: Burst into tears out of sheer frustration over a case (and bc he's been up for about 48 hours) Bruce: Quietly walks over to put a mug of hot chocolate in front of Tim before getting tf out of there All the batkids have their own experience with Bruce giving them something to stop them from crying. They treasure the little moments. Because Bruce is trying. He is doing his best.

[mikeluciraphgabe]

The Batkids have the same twenty dollar bill that has been going around for like 16 years straight or something - beginning with Jason and Dick

The story goes:

Jason, 12: I bet you $20 that I can make Bruce cry without saying a word

Dick: Deal.

Jason: *walks up to Bruce and hugs with love in his eyes*

Bruce: *violently sobbing and picking Jason up*

Dick: *angrily walks by and slyly hands Jason a 20*

—

A few weeks later it’s

Dick, on a skyscraper looking down at a different one: I bet $20 that I can make this landing

(Info: this genuinely should not be possible for Plot Reasons)

Jason: okay but if you die I get to keep it

Dick: *jumps and lands it*

Jason: *sadly climbs back down to the street and hands a proud Dick the SAME $20 he earned not too long ago*

—-

This goes on between them for years - up until you know what

—-

Dick, out of habit: I bet you $20 you can’t do six front flips in a row

Tim, new and eager to please: watch me bitch

Tim: *does it perfectly - maybe with a tad bit of a waver but still*

Dick:

Dick, crying hysterically for many reasons: *hands the faithful $20 over*

—-

(For plot reasons Tim never spends it for X reason)

Steph: I bet you $20 I can make that guy over there ask for my number

Tim: okay

Steph: *comes back over after successfully getting him to ask*

Tim: *handing over the 20*

—

Cass:

Steph: oh you’re fucking on

Cass:

Steph: DAMNIT *hands $20 over*

—-

Cass:

Damian: -tt- yes obviously I can. I shall take on the bet

Damian: *wins*

Cass: >:(

—-

Damian: Thomas, I will give you a 20 dollar if you can scare Father

Duke: Hell yeah

Duke: *goes on a quest for a few days before he genuinely scares the crap out of Bruce*

Duke: GIVE ME THE $20 HOE

—

By now, it’s a very big inside joke between the bats

—

It’s Dicks turn with the $20 when it happens like the first day

Jason: hey I bet I can make Bruce cry

Dick: oh please he hasn’t since 2013

Jason: Watch me

Jason: *walks up to Bruce, says a few words, hugs him tightly, walks back over to Dick*

Jason: Wait for it…

Bruce: *wonders off and a few moments later - you hear crying*

Dick: *passes a very wrinkly and used $20*

Jason: what the hell is this? The routing number has been out of rotation for years

Dick: oh it’s the same one that we used back when we made stupid bets - it’s been around the family

Jason:

Jason: *definitely not crying*

—-

Anyway; the reason I made this post was cuz of this headcanon

The bat siblings might have a $20 bill but there’s a 75% chance they won’t give it to you because “oh it’s not spending money”

“(Bat) YOU’RE A MULTIBILLIONAIRE”

“I know but this one is special-“

[willow-scorp]

Loving the idea of the batbros being so overly protective of each other especially Tim. specifically when he starts dating and the idea of him having sex or god forbid KISSING someone comes up. (As if he hasn't gone through like half of the young justice team) They are less than okay with it all..

Tim: Bruce I want to invite kon over for dinner is that okay?

Bruce: that's fine but is there any particular reason you're asking me instead of him just showing up like usual?

Tim: be wants a more formal 'meet the parents' dinner.

Bruce: oh? So you're dating?

Tim: ya, for a couple months now.

Bruce: well that's great I'm happy fo-

Jason from across the cave: WHAT?!?!

-----

Later that night at dinner

Jason, and dick staring daggers at kon

Bruce, surprisingly the most calm about all of this: so, how did this relationship come about?

Kon: it kinda just happened I think. We both liked each other for a while

Tim: ya I don't think we realized until the spin the bottle game tho

Dick*MAJOR SPIT TAKE*

Jason: YOU DEFILED MY BROTHER??!?

Kon, sweating, crying, throwing up:

Damian with his phone out: theres kryptonite in the second cabinet Todd!!!

There is now a video circulating of Bruce Wayne's kids attacking Lex Luthor's son and it creates such a huge scandal that in order to calm things down Kon and Tim have to announce their relationship so the public doesn't think these billionaires'families are going to kill each other. They get labeled as the romeo and Juliette of gotham/metropolis

[jasontodddidnothingwrong]

The Robins all get matching tattoos except its not a cute family bonding activity, it's mostly just out of spite.

Dick does it first. A single tri-colour Robin feather floating in the space above his collarbone. Everyone gets fed up FAST with him wandering around shirtless (and then in a weirdly abundant number of off-the-shoulder shirts after Alfred politely tells him to start wearing one) to show off his "cool new ink".

Jason decides he's sick of it (and okay, maybe he also likes the sentimentality of a Robin tattoo), so he decides to get his own better art. He turns up in the batcave the next night with a robin skull bathed in sickly green light on his right shoulder. It makes everyone viscerally uncomfortable, and he feels some kind of way about it.

Tim just genuinely likes the idea of getting a tattoo to honour Robin. He opts for something abstract, with a flock of curved Vs, five in all, swooping in a line across the right side of his ribcage. The middle one is a vibrant shade of red.

Steph goes with Tim because she's convinced he'll cry during the process (he doesn't). Tim accuses her of projecting, so she gets a single feather - this time upright and shrouded in purple flames - on her right hip. She sheds one (1) single tear and guilts Tim into buying her Batburger over it on the way home.

A moratorium is called on all family tattoos when Bruce finds Damian threatening the third tattoo artist who dared refuse service to him, a minor. His pleas - that he's the blood son, so he has to have the best tattoo - go entirely unheeded.

Bruce spends three hours at the next team-wide meeting lecturing the Robins for permanently marking their bodies with imagery that might reveal their vigilante identities.

And if he has a fresh tattoo of a bird's nest on his left thigh while he does it, well then nobody has to know.

[ineveryfandom]

i hand batman a baby. batman takes the baby. bruce wayne adopts the baby. the baby is introduced to the family. the family is not impressed.

-

Bruce, cooing over his new baby: aw, good evening honey, did you have a nice nap? of course you did, daddy was here the whole time! *proceeds to kiss the baby’s cheek multiple times*

Damian, beside them: *actively bleeding*

Tim: do you feel it now

Tim: do you feel your significance slowly dwindling

Tim: you are a middle child now damian

Tim: do you understand your fate. a middle child, damian. a middle child.

Damian:

Damian, unsheathing his sword: not for long

Before the baby’s Arrival…

Jason, admiring a motorcycle:

Bruce: *buys five*

Jason, glances at a shirt:

Bruce: *buys every color*

Jason: *stomach growls*

Bruce: *books the most expensive restaurant*

After the baby’s Arrival…

Jason: b

Bruce, attentively listening to the baby’s babbling, not even turning his head: hm?

Jason: can i buy this

Bruce, imitating airplanes to feed the baby: sure *tosses card*

Jason:

Jason: im hungry

Bruce, playing peek-a-boo: alfred. kitchen.

Jason:

Jason: *pretends to faint*

Bruce, moves baby away to safey, not sparing him a glance: yes sweetie that’s your brother jay. can you say it? say j-a-y

Baby, giggling, slapping jason’s face: da!

Bruce, gushing in excitement, picking the baby up: da?! did you say dad?! im right here baby! dad’s here!!

Jason:

Jason, still laying on the floor:

Jason, curling up:

Tim, walking by: middle child…the curse of the middle child…

Baby:

Dick: BABY :DD!!

Baby, with Bruce:

Dick: baby :D!

Baby, with Bruce, whose time and attention is now solely dedicated to the baby:

Dick: baby :)

Baby, with Bruce, whose time and attention is now solely dedicated to the baby, which means he no longer pays attention to his first child:

Dick: baby :(

Baby, with Bruce, whose time and attention is now solely dedicated to the baby, which means he no longer pays attention to his first child who just wants to spend time with his dad again because he misses him so much:

Dick: BABY >:[

Cass:

Baby:

Cass:

Baby:

Baby: *cries*

Cass: *narrows eyes*

Baby: *cries louder*

Cass: *hears bruce’s footsteps*

Cass, eyes narrowing again: smart baby

Baby: *stops crying* *smiles* *starts crying again*

Cass: you think dad will pick you?

Cass: *also starts crying*

Bruce, banging the door open, doesnt even notice Cass: BABY

Baby, sniffling, already being rocked in Bruce’s arms:

Baby, making eye contact with Cass:

Cass:

Cass: *starts crying for real*

Jim:

Barbara, glaring at her phone:

Jim:

Jim: haven’t seen bruce around these days…

Barbara: *glares at phone even harder*

Jim: must be busy with his new baby

Barbara: *types furiously while still glaring*

Jim: who knows how long ‘til he visits again

Barbara: *tosses phone out the window and leaves the room*

Duke, leaning against Bruce while playing a game:

Baby, on Bruce’s chest:

Baby: *slaps Duke’s game away*

Duke:

Duke, pursing his lips: *picks game back up* *leans against bruce again*

Baby:

Baby: *slaps Duke’s game away*

Duke: IS IT ‘CAUSE IM BLACK

Spoiler, tapping her foot impatiently: ugh where is he

Batman, gliding in:

Spoiler: finally! you’re la— IS THAT THE BABY.

Batman, baby strapped to his chest, wearing their own domino mask: …hm.

Spoiler: why. did you bring the baby.

Spoiler: it’s our hang-out day

Spoiler: me and you fighting crime and sitting on rooftops eating bat burgers

Batman, cowl ears drooping: …but the baby…

Spoiler, tears in her eyes: just admit you dont love us anymore!

Spoiler: *runs off*

Batman, in shock:

Spoiler, getting in the batmobile parked nearby: how was that

Red Robin, handing her money: perfect

Robin: tt this had better work

Oracle, watching Batman pace around guiltily through a camera: it will.

Orphan and Red Hood, huddled at the back, both mumbling: he ignored us…his favorites…he ignored…

Nightwing, also mumbling: replaced again…how many more times…

Signal: *snoring*

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part 2