#dadwing

[pinkiemachine]

Tired Dad-Wing™️ strikes again…

Quote is from Kim Possible episode “Big Brother.”

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Little things I don't know what to do with

1. Phantom: Just because you're my dad doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do!

Nightwing: *just now learning he has a clone son and is nearly hysterical* Actually, it does!

Killer croc: *still holding Phantom by the neck but is now awkward about it* Uh, is this a bad time?

2. Tim goes undercover as Alvin Draper in infiltrate this new and very successful gang thats popped up in Gotham only to start falling for the mysterious leader Danny Nightingale aka a mage going by the name Hex

3. Future 7ft tall Phantom bursts into present day Gotham City like a meteor. Curled into a ball, he desperately tries to keep his unconscious husband safe from the flames and impacts as they are thrown through several buildings before creating a crater in one of the local parks

By some miracle his hubby is safe and Danny passes out once he sees some of the local bats approaching via rooftops

4. Danny flirts with Spoiler by bringing her wierd stuff thats purple. What makes it interesting is that none of this stuff should be purple

5. Danny accidentally ends up in the DC universe via ghost zone portal after he gets injured by one of his parents failed experimental weapons and it destabilizes him. He fights Superman thinking he's possessed and hes actually creaming Superman pretty bad since Clark can't hit what isn't tangible but oh boy, it can hit him.

Anyway the other supers come out to save Superman and began ganging up on Phantom.

Danny, fully convinced they're all possessed, opens a portal and manages to get them all in using Looney Toons Trickery promising to come back and "free the hosts" once he gets a more stable portal. Danny can't go through it since he's so unstable and has to look for some way to fix himself before it becomes a (after)life-threatening issue.

Turns out Ectoplasm is somehow worse for a Kryptonian than Kryptonite and they have no powers what so ever within the Ghost Zone and everything aches.

Oh.

And they're basically living out every creepypasta/horror movie ever in this creepy hell dimension.

Fun times.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Not DDD but some tooth rotting fluff with Dadwing that I had written a while ago.

Dick had always had a kinda 6th sense when it came to Damian, they had been Batman and Robin together, *the* dynamic duo! So he knew when his little brother was upset, more so than usual.

It started after a failed capture, the Riddler had been out of Arkham for over 3 weeks, the longest that he had been out for quite some time.

Bruce had finally found Eddie's hiding spot and was staking him out for some time, trying to determine whether the Riddler was truly there or this was once again a decoy safe house.

Bruce regretfully has the communication skills of a particularly grumpy slug and failed to properly give Damian the brief on what he was doing after joining his father from a round of patrols with Dick.

It really truly wasn't Damian's fault that he rushed in and only really succeeded in flushing out the Riddler and driving him to ground once more.

And once again, Bruce the grumpy slug scowled, let out a grunt and demanded Damian back to the cave, further not explaining why Bruce tried to stop him from taking down the Riddler and why he didn't pursue.

---

Dick was surprised to come out of the locker rooms of the cave to his youngest brother, practically shaking with rage as he not so carefully pulled off his suit, and what was the most concerning to Dick was the quiet, but still angry mutterings coming from the boy.

Dick felt a pang in his chest at the words, his Arabic was not the best but he could tell more than a few foul words slipping from Damians lips, taking a small breath to prepare, Dick slowly approached his little brother, holding his hands up in surrender even before speaking.

"Hey Babybat? Dami? You okay kiddo? What are you-" Dick stopped mid sentence at the scathing glare that was leveled at him, blinking a few times as his brother collected himself enough to speak clearly, but his voice was rough with emotion, and his accent that was usually hidden away came back harder. (Something that Dick realized that Jason and Damian shared, the angrier they are the more they go back to their roots.)

"Do not attempt to placate me Richard, I am not playing your foolish games nor am I wanting to speak of my feelings, so I simply ask you to leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone." At the end the boys words were ground out as he threw down the Robin chest plate and stromed past Dick, heading to the showers.

---

Dick knew it was a little bit risky, but something was clearly upsetting his little brother greatly, so here he was, standing outside of Damians room, letting out a small sigh, Dick softly knocked on the door.

Two short, one long: U

Three long: O

One long, one short, one long: K

Morse code, one of the first no vocal languages that all the birds and the Bats knew, Dick and Damian had used it more than a few times on the field.

The only thing that Dick received from that was a dull thud of something being thrown at the door and the much softer sound of it falling to the floor, but the rest of the room was an inky black.

Letting out a sigh, the oldest of the Wayne children grabbed onto the doorhandle and slowly turning it, pushing the door in as he popped his head in, seeing the sacrificed plush animal laying on the ground where it was thrown

Dick felt guilty being glad it wasn't a knife.

"Dami? Little D? Kiddo I am going to come in..."

Opening the door more, Dick slipped into the dark room, spacial awareness helped Dick circumvent the few basic traps laid around his little brothers room, and made his way over to the boy's bed.

Eyes adjusting to the dark quickly, Dick could see the small outline of his brother shaking under the covers, looking so small in the king-sized bed, sitting on the edge, Dick laid a hand on where he thinks Damians hip is, feeling his heart break a little at the small jump he felt as he did.

"Can you talk to me? Please? I want to help kiddo." The only response he got was a shaky drawn in breath and the form under the blankets shifting, sitting up and revealing his younger brother.

His jade green eyes practically glowed in the dark of the room, Damians glare more tired than angry.

(It was times like these that Dick had to force himself to believe that Damian was just his brother, that the boy was not his son, wasn't the boy he raised for a year and a half as his own)

Shuffling closer to the center of the bed, Dick softly placed his forehead on the boy's own before pulling back after a second, he had learnt that little touches of affection got him a lot farther (and a lot less stabbed) with Damian.

Sitting back Dick watched as Damian crawled over, closing the distance between them and leaned his head onto Dicks shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as he took in several deep breaths, calming himself even further.

Dick didn't dare move while Damian re-centered only snaking his arms around the smaller boy once he felt Damian go slack against him, softly cradling Damian in his arms as he pressed a soft kiss to the boy's spiky locks.

They stayed that way for a while, Dick gently rocking them both as he held his younger brother, silently waiting for Damian to speak first.

"...Father is an idiot..."

Blinking at the words that finally came out, Dick took it in stride, "For a man that is called the worlds greatest detective he can't see two feet in front of him when his loved ones are involved."

Silence lapsed after a little while, only breaking again as Damian pulled back from the hug, staring into Dicks powder blue eyes,

"...is it bad that some days I hate him Baba?" The words crush him, hitting at Dicks heart far worse than anything he had felt before, throat raw and itchy suddenly, Dick tried to not let Damians choice of words affect him.

(Dick has never heard Dami call Bruce Baba, only a ever respectful Father.)

"I-I, Um...I have felt way about B more than a few times Dames...He tries his best but sometimes...some times I do" There was a shine to Damians eyes as he looked into Dicks as the man continued softly "But I don't think it's bad...no I think you are just growing up...It...it's the beginning to when your seeing B how he can truly be like." (A scornful son of a bitch, only that Martha was a wonderful woman...)

Damians face grew distraught, and the shine pooled until soft tears ran down the boys face, "I do not wish to hate Father, but why can he simply not...speak to me? He has not spoke to me outside of case work for over three days and even during that no more than a few words..." leaning his head against Dicks shoulder, the boy's words were muffled slightly as he continued

"Is...is it wrong to expect more from him Baba?"

Dick didn't have any words for his Damian, because he sure as shit isn't Bruce's at the moment, sweeping the boy up into his arms, Dick hled him close while laying the two of them down, Dick on his back and his boy on his chest.

Running a hand through Damians soft hair, Dick thought hard of what to say, "I will speak to him...and maybe Tim...I know you two still have disagreements but honestly for some reason he listens to Tim more than even Alfred...you deserve so much more than that kiddo..."

Dick felt the soft shakes as Damian cried ontop of him, it broke the man's heart to smithereens that even while overwhelmed by emotions his boy still felt the need to try and be as quiet as possible.

Once he felt Damians shudders slow, an the boys breathing came back to a normal rate, Dick reached into his pants and pulled out his phone, "I think we both gotta unwind a little bud...have I ever shown you Bob Ross?"

---

(They watch till the sun peaks through the black out curtains, well, it plays that long, but the two where asleep for a lot longer than that.)

(Bruce gets a very long talking too by his kids, and gets the cowl taken away from him until he gets therapy)

(It only works a little.)

(He made a new one)

[birdsbatsandcatsohmy]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU, DCU (Comics), Nightwing (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abandonment, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early (DCU), Kid Tim Drake (DCU), Stalker Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Dick Grayson-centric, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Tim Drake is Not Robin (DCU), Jason Todd is Robin, Pre-Robin Tim Drake (DCU), Cute Tim Drake (DCU), Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Gymnastics Coach Dick Grayson, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Grandparent Alfred Pennyworth, Good Older Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Good Parent Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Tim Drake's Parent, Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Lacks Self-Preservation Instincts (DCU), Bad Parents Jack Drake and Janet Drake, Not Beta Read, Medical Inaccuracies, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary:

Tim Drake is on the way home from school when he's taken by a group of strange men. When he comes to he's tied up in an unfamiliar house.

With his captors failing to reach his parents for ransom, he's able to escape, only to discover he's no longer in Gotham, and he has no way home.

--

“I could, but that’s the fine if you don’t come over next weekend.” Jason explains. “Because now B’s going to be all broody this weekend, and if I have to deal with that two weekends in a row, I get to eat your chips.”

“Alright, fine I’ll come over next weekend if you're so…” Dick trails off as he notices something strange on the sidewalk in front of him. “Jay I’ve got to go, I’ll call you back.”

“Dick, Wha-” Dick hangs up before Jason can finish, he feels bad, but this is more pressing. A small figure is trudging through the storm, occasionally stumbling like they’re injured. Far too tiny to be an adult.

[artswordfolio]

anyone else battling demons about the latest scraps bioware has given us?

[meggannn]

bioware’s like did you know… countries exist in thedas that are NOT ferelden and orlais? and characters exist that are NOT solas? and we all clap because we’re glad bioware has not forgotten either

[fereldanbroth]

this wil be the first time I get to actually experience a dragon age game reveal & release, so excited

[bumblewarden]

the funniest thing the team could do here would be if in the entire 15+ minute video, they never once leave the character creator

[broodwoof]

happy dadwc! sending you ❛ of all the idiots in the realm, i’m trapped with you. ❜ for cass and varric!

@dadrunkwriting - major veilguard spoilers! ohhhh this is such a good one!! which i absolutely managed to make angsty af, lmao 662 words cws: surreality

She growled, frustrated, and turned away from him. She was busy, dammit, and did not have time to entertain the dwarf. They needed to plan, to—

"Seeker?"

—figure out where to go next. What to do next. Cullen was losing troops left and right. Josephine's deals were turning to ash. Leliana's spies were dying. They needed to regroup, needed to—

"Seeker!"

"What?" She snapped, turning sharply on her heel. Varric looked disturbed, a little frantic, but she didn't think much of it. They were in over their heads, all of them.

"What's going on?"

She frowned. Felt it twist her face up. Your face will get stuck like that, old words, an old condemnation, the smell of incense and—

"Hey!"

"You know 'what's going on' perfectly well, Varric," she said coldly, turning her back on him again. The wartable was before her, maps askew.

"Yeah, I really, really don't." She heard him approach but did not turn. "Where are we?" She growled.

"I do not have time for your games, Varric! Either help or leave. I am trying to hold the Inquisition together."

"The—" he sounded shocked, "the Inquisition? Seeker— Cassandra." She jerked at the use of her name. From him, it was rare. "Listen to me. The Inquisition is over."

"I knew you'd turn tail," she spit out.

"That's not— shit. Look. It's over, it's done, it's been over for years! We're not here!"

"Varric, I told you, I don't have time for your games! Or your… fantasies, or whatever this is!"

"Cassandra, we won! We saved the day! Corypheus is dead, or something like it. Sky is sealed. This isn't real." She wanted to shove him, wanted to shout, but his words teased something at the back of her mind.

"What… do you mean?" She turned to face him. She wasn't sure she'd seen him in the forge, at least not since their fight. "The Inquisition is barely managing to keep itself together! How can you think we won?"

"We did! I know you remember. You were there! This is…" he looked around, frowning, then cursed. "Shit. Shit. No wonder."

"What?"

"It's the fucking Fade." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked older. His hair was longer. Her eyes were playing tricks on her, surely. She was tired. She sat at the banquet table, adorned for a celebration. She could hear the people laughing, cheering, but it was distant, muted. As though listening through doors. "You're dreaming."

"Oh?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "And I dream about you? I knew you were arrogant, but—"

"No," he interrupted. It was frustrating. "You're not dreaming about me. I'm here."

"You're not making any sense," she said at last.

"Yeah." He seemed amused now, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, I bet. Look… forget about my shit. This?" He waved his hand, indicating their surroundings. "You're having a nightmare. This is done. The Inquisition saved the day." His smile changed, warmed a little. "Should've figured you'd even dream about work."

"If I am dreaming," she said, "then I'd like to wake up."

"You and me both." His smile remained. But not only did it fail to reach his eyes… he looked hollow. Cored. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

"Varric?"

"Don't worry, Seeker," he said, overly chipper. "You won. You deserve some nice dreams. I'll, uh, do what I can. Still figuring all this out."

"Wait, Varric!"

"Don't worry," he said nonchalantly, "wouldn't want you stuck here with me."

He walked away and she was stuck in place, looking after him. But slowly the scene around her changed, came into focus. The party. The celebration. They'd defeated Corypheus.

She smiled at Josephine, saying something about the drinks, but there was something else she had to do… she looked around, landing on each face in turn. And when she came to Varric's she stilled.

He looked older. His hair was longer.

Her eyes were playing tricks on her.

[tobythewise]

for Zevistair this dadwc friday: “You’re snapping. Headache again?”

-inquisimer

Thank you so much for the prompt!! written for @dadrunkwriting <3 I accidentally took a lil bit of an angsty take but hopeful ending. I hope you enjoy!

Content: Timeline wise this is set after origins but before inquisition at the Keep, established relationship, Inquistion Calling, Angst with a hopeful ending

Zevran’s steps are silent as he moves across the rampart. These walls have recently been redone, making it harder for him to properly sneak in, but walls have never stopped him before. 

There are guards on the walls, walking their routines. He’ll need to tell the Warden Commander to talk to everyone about making their routes too predictable. If someone wanted to scale a sneak attack, these routines would make it far too easy. 

Ducking into the shelter of darkness, Zevran pulls out his lockpick, getting to work on opening the door into one of the outer towers. Lock picking might not be his strong suit but in the time since the archdemon’s death, he’s been practicing! No more snarky comments about his insufficient skills. 

The lock clicks and he smiles to himself. He’s careful with the door, not wanting it to squeak as he pushes inside. 

Heading down the stairs, he makes his way into the main part of the keep. He keeps his head on a swivel, his ears to the floor to hear any footsteps. He wants to surprise his beloved warden and refuses to get caught before he can get to him. 

Footsteps prickle his ears and Zevran quickens his steps. It’s only a few more hallways before he finds the door he’s looking for. He slips inside without a sound.

Zevran is expecting the room to be empty. Usually, Alistair is either doing patrols or is with the Warden Commander. It would appear that tonight, he’s already in bed. That’s odd. Really odd. 

His armor comes off silently and he hands it in Alistair’s closet. Then his weapons come off next. He stripes himself until he’s comfortable in his underclothes before moving over to the bed. 

Alistair’s hair sticks out from the top of his sheets. Zevran’s chest clenches with affection at the sight. He’s missed his warden. The last mission lasted far too long for his comfort but on the bright side, the latest string of assassination attempts have been taken care of. They’re off his trail. For now. 

As much as Zevran wants to let Alistair sleep, the bigger part of him wants to get into bed with him and he can’t do that until he’s properly awake. He runs his fingers through Alistair’s blond hair. It’s gotten longer since the last time he was here. 

“Mi amor? Alistair?”

Alistair murmurs in his sleep. It takes a moment before he’s grumbling and opening his eyes. “Fuck off, Tristian.”

Zevran chuckles warmly. “Not our lovely Warden Commander I’m afraid.”

“What?” Alistair looks up, his eyes finally focusing on Zevran. “Zev?”

He’s so adorable like this, all confused and rumpled from sleep. He does his best not to think about how easy of a target a sleepy Alistair could be. He really needs to have a talk with him about making his room harder to break into. That can wait until the morning though. 

“Yes, it’s me. I’ve missed you.”

Alistair sits up, rubbing at his eyes. “I’ve missed you too. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see you, of course.”

“Right. Yeah, that makes sense.” Alistair nods his head. His eyes are puffy with dark circles under them. Zevran frowns. “By the Maker, what time is it? Do I need to get up?”

“No, no. Stay in bed. I was hoping to actually join you. If you’re agreeable that is.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Alistair says with a deep sigh. He shifts himself lower, pulling the covers over his face. 

Zevran suddenly feels unwelcome in Alistair’s space. This is a first for them. He debates whether he should take Alistair’s words or pack his things and leave in order to give him some space. 

The answer is given to him in the from of a hand reaching out of the blankets and wrapping around his wrist. 

“I’m sorry,” Alistair eventually says, “I’ve been getting these headaches,” he explains, his voice trailing off. 

“Oh,” Zevran breathes out. He lets Alistair pull him into bed with him, snuggling against his side, laying a gentle hand against the center of Alistair’s broad chest. “Is it - “ the question is left unspoken. Zevran can’t get himself to say it outloud, like that somehow will make it real. If he doesn’t say ‘The Calling’ then it can’t be that. 

“I don’t know,” Alistair eventually says. “Tristian thinks it’s something else. He’s actually thinking about sending me away to research a few things and speak with other wardens. Apparently, I’m not the only one hearing -” Alistair stops himself. He rubs at his eyes again. “I mean, having headaches.”

“Wherever you go, I will follow.”

Alistair finally opens his eyes. He gives Zevran the tiniest smile. “Thank you. I’m sorry I wasn’t more animated when I realized you were here. I’m really glad that you’re back.”

“I am glad as well. Perfect timing to join you on another grand adventure. Hopefully this time we won’t have to face an archdemon.”

Alistair manages a little chuckle. “Nothing brings people together quite like a blight.”

Zevran leans over, kissing Alistair’s cheek. Then he kisses his forehead, wishing he was a healer so his kiss would take some of his lovely warden’s pain away. Instead, all he can do is stay at Alistair’s side and help him on this mission. 

In the morning, Zevran will see Tristain and see what’s going on. He wants all the information he can get to help him track down what’s happening. There must be a reason more than one warden is hearing The Calling at the same time. 

If all else fails, he refuses to leave Alistair’s side. Long ago he’s come to realize he will see this through to the bitter end. Alistair may not be the first person he’s loved, but he will be the last. He won’t allow Alistair to experience any of this alone. 

Zevran moves so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. “Put your head in my lap, my love. I’ll rub your head until you fall asleep.”

Alistair lets out a deep sigh, tucking himself against Zevran. “Thank you,” he whispers, “I love you.”

“And I, you. Get some rest. We’ll plan for this grand adventure in the morning.”

[spicywarl0ck]

Hey. Happy Friday.

“Its okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” looks like fun. And as I seem to be on a FenHawke kick recently and your list states you're also a FenHawke fan I think I have to go for them.

Happy Friday, and thank you for the ask! I know it's been a while! I'm still trying to work my way out of writing block and light burn out. But I had so much fun writing one of my favourite ships <3 @dadrunkwriting Before reading this: Mention of loss (Dragon Age 2 canon story line) Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke Length: 782 Rating: T

Fenris couldn’t sleep that night.

His body had been tossing and turning for hours, crumpling his bedsheets underneath his feet as they started to wrap around his legs. The flames had long given way to the dimly burning ambers, leaving the fireplace cold and abandoned as a whisk of chilly air touched his exposed shoulders.

He sat up in bed, his white hair a wild mess as his green eyes stared motionlessly at the wall.

Hawke wouldn’t go out of his head. The image of the man, bent over the lifeless body of his mother had burned itself into his mind. 

He had seen Hawke being vulnerable often. There had been the incident at the Deep Roads with his brother, the guilt written all over his face when he pushed Carver into becoming a Grey Warden to prevent his death.

Yet, they all knew they had only postponed the problem, and that Carver’s cure might also be the one thing killing him one day.

And then there had been Bethany. Hawke rarely talked about her, but Aveline mentioned the gruesome death of his sister and how Hawke blamed himself ever since. It had happened before they even entered Kirkwall, which had been years ago by now but even Fenris could see that the weight and guilt were still heavy on Hawke’s shoulders.

A sight escaped his lips when he finally freed himself from the sheets as he sat up.

There was no use attempting to sleep, and he secretly knew what to do but Fenris also hesitated. He and Hawke weren’t exactly on good terms at the moment. Sure, they tried not to let that one night come between them, but Fenris couldn’t help but to feel guilty whenever their gazes met.

It had been him leaving Hawke behind that night and things between them had never been the same since then.

But he couldn’t let that stand between them. Not tonight. Not while Hawke sat in this big estate, alone because everyone from his family was either dead or gone. How could he allow himself to leave Hawke alone in that? He who had lost so much himself and who knew he destroyed the slightest chance of happiness by walking out that one night?

Fenris got dressed in a matter of seconds, not bothering to fix his messy hair or to get his full armour on before he walked out. It wasn’t a long walk from his home to the Hawke’s estate, but he felt more nervous with each step.

Was it inappropriate to show up at Hawke’s doorstep in the middle of the night? Would Hawke even want to see him or would it only add more hurt?

His eyes focussed on the Amell crest as he paced in front of the wooden door, his heart pounding fast. This was ridiculous. He was stalling for no reason, his discomfort getting in the way while everything he truly wanted was to be with Hawke.

Yet, all of his thoughts halted when he knocked at the door.

It took ages until someone answered, or at least he felt that way as he waited in the dark of Hightowns streets, counting the minutes until he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, followed by the creak of the door and Hawke’s face.

He looked tired while every fibre of Fenris's body fought against the instinct to touch the man.

“Fenris?” Hawke looked startled, his hair equally messy as his while his body was clad in a burgundy tunic. “Is something the matter?” he added swiftly as concern replaced the confusion in his amber eyes.

Fenris snorted. Showing concern for others while being deeply hurt was such a Hawke thing to do.

“No. Nothing happened. I just…” The elf paused, searching for words as he partially lost his courage.“I’m sorry. I know it’s late. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” he added swiftly, chastising himself. What had he thought? That he of all people should comfort Hawke? He was probably the last person the mage wanted to see.

 “No. It’s alright. You’re not bothering me.” A smile crept up on Hawke’s face. “I couldn’t sleep anyway,” he added, the shadow’s under his eyes telling as much. “Do you want to come in? Have a glass of wine?”

“Yes.” As curt as the elf’s answer was, he noted the relief washing over Hawke’s face before he stepped aside to welcome him in.

There wasn’t much he could do for Hawke and he knew there was nothing he could say to make up for the man’s loss. But he could be there for him and listen, just offering his presence.

And maybe they would be fine eventually. 

[birdsbatsandcatsohmy]

Chapters: 11/17 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake & Sebastian Ives, Bernard Dowd & Tim Drake, Darla Aquista & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Dick Grayson & Wally West, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy, Garth & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Koriand'r, Dick Grayson & Selina Kyle, Tim Drake & Selina Kyle, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Jack Drake & Janet Drake & Tim Drake Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Child Abandonment, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Implied/Referenced Torture, Graphic Description of Corpses, Canon-Typical Violence, Medical Inaccuracies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tim Drake is Robin (DCU), Dick Grayson is Batman, Comatose Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson is Tim Drake's Parent, Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), Tim Drake Gets a Hug (DCU), Tim Drake Needs Therapy (DCU), Tim Drake is a Menace (DCU), Kid Tim Drake (DCU), BAMF Tim Drake (DCU), Protective Tim Drake (DCU), Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug, Dick Grayson Needs Therapy, Dick Grayson Needs a Break, Dick Grayson is Not Okay, Good Parent Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is So Done, BAMF Dick Grayson, Protective Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Barbara Gordon in a Wheelchair, Minor Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, BAMF Barbara Gordon, Protective Barbara Gordon, Barbara Gordon Needs a Hug, Barbara Gordon is So Done, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Cuddling, Protective Alfred Pennyworth, Good Grandparent Alfred Pennyworth, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Series: Part 4 of Out of the Shadows verse Summary:

Gotham is never quiet, the holidays are no exception to that fact.

As Tim and Dick begin to settle into the new normal, two crime sprees test the strength of their trust.

A string of robberies that leave them struggling to find answers, as bodies begin to appear around the city. With a concerning connection to an enemy that has Dick worried for Tim's safety.

[danielnelsen]

ok very important. what tag are we going with: dav or datv? wait i can make this a poll

[anordinarytrashcan]

Seeing Solas in the trailer & feeling like

[i-think-i-should-go]

The entire Dragon Age fandom seeing Veilguard companion designs:

I grew up in a small town. Things were hard. We needed to make little fanarts.

[a-drama-addict]

the dragonage brainworms so bad im already planning my dadw character. ough