#robins in the nest

[briargeese]

Baby robins, making their parents work hard. Two days later, they left the nest and I get glimpses of them flying, sticking close to a parent.

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

And they were roommates...

[demonicsuffrage]

[ostdrossel]

I played in the dirt today, weeded and dug up the flower patch, and then I made a mud pit with grass, leaves and roots for the Robins. They use those to build their nests, and one of them came to sort through things right after. They do not need me to provide them with stuff for their nests, I do this just for fun.

[timmydraker]

Every now and again, Tim breaks things.

Not as in he accidentally snaps a pencil or messes up when fixing a grapple, though that does happen, when Tim breaks things on purpose it’s… a lot.

It started when he was a kid the first time his parents canceled his birthday after an opportunity came up in Dubai and they wanted to stay longer. Tim was seven and at that point his birthday was the only day in the whole year that he could be sure they would be home.

At first he stood in his room two days before his birthday with silent tears as he processed what he had just heard told via a short phone call.

Then he just… lashed out.

Tim banged on his door and screamed like a banshee before ripping hooks of his shelf and throwing them at the walls and leaving dents. He yanked on his closet door till it creaked and broke one hinge and then took a pencil and stabbed it into his pillow.

He cried himself to sleep and upon waking up to his nanny arriving in the afternoon he panicked and quickly cleaned up the mess he had made.

Tim was ahed of himself for getting so emotional and making a mess, feeling like the child he was but more importantly he felt so very out of control.

He ignored the part of him that felt better after causing a little chaos and putting his anger outwards. A relief and high of a sort when he gave into an anger he hadn’t really felt before.

So, after that he decided that if he was really, really, really upset and he couldn’t get his blood to stop pumping so quickly, couldn’t get rid of that overpowering urge to hit and thrash and throw, he could do so as long as no one saw.

It happens again when Jason dies and Thai tiem he throws his camera out the window, which then makes him sob as he still had photos of his beloved Robin inside and also panic because how the hell was he supposed to fix a window without his parents noticing?

He does it a few times when he’s training to be Robin, to the point he tries to use a punching bag but when he found that the lack of damage being done left him feeling worse, he may or may not have grabbed a Batternag and stabbed instead.

Tim did not do it when his mum died, nor when his father was almost taken off life support, because they wouldn’t like it and it was about them.

The bats don’t k ow about it, but his team does.

Greta had heard him have a rather rough conversation with Batman and when she went to check on him after he hung up, she saw as he opened his Bo staff and started whacking against the Titan Tower console, hitting over and over in dead quiet before activating the blade on the end and slicing through the biggest scream, causing half of it to fall off the wall.

She had gone to the others and Tim had been given no choice but to open up to his team.

It took him a while to admit that it helped a hell of a lot more to talk to them than to smash up multi-million dollar equipment.

Jason and Damian are the first of the bats to see it, though by then Cass was well aware of his habit as Tim could never lie to his sister.

He hadn’t had a moment like that for months, nearly a whole year, but then one night when Jason and Damian had needed to come by his Nest to get some backup toxin cure when Ivy was announced as escaped: he got a call that pissed him off.

One of the board members he had very clearly told Bruce he wasn’t willing to work with as the prudish man annoyed him, had been transferred to DI from WE because for some reason Bruce seemed to think Tim needed to work less and needed more help. Why that was in the form of a useless former CFO was beyond Tim, but it wasn’t abnormal for Bruce to make company decisions like he was operating with the Justice League and everyone had basic respect for each other-

During the call, Jason and Damian had been watching and observed as Tim grew more and more tensed as he spoke with Lucious, who was doing his best to calm the situation as he had witnessed the aftermath of one of Tim’s outburst within a week of knowing the young man.

Damian watched as Tim tells Lucious to call him back in a few hours so he can be more rational before handing up and very slowly placed his phone down on the desk.

Being an assassin, Damian is an expert of body language and had been working with Cass to become a master, but to see such anger on Tim was odd. Tim was a snappy and shouting kind of angry, but this quiet and shaking rage was something different.

“Drake-“

Tim holds a hand up and when Damian actually goes quiet, Jason knows something is up and moves to stand beside the youngest of them just one case.

“If you would please give me a moment.”

The two watch as Tim moves into another room, one that they knew to be a work room that Tim used when he built or repaired things.

He shuts the door and for a moment there’s nothing before the sounds of clanging, bashing and thudding starts to rattle the walls. They hear it all but see nothing, only having the sounds of Tim shouting out obscenities and metal hitting metal to go off.

Though it’s muffled they can hear some of what he’s saying like, ‘stupid fucking Bruce with his stupid fucking meddling’ and in a mocking voice: ‘“I act dumb so people don’t know I’m Batman”- ARE YOU SURE ITS AN ACT?!’.

Glass shattered as Tim said something about buying Bruce’s company just to fire him.

By the time it settles down they can hear his breathing through the walls.

A deep inhale sounds before something, maybe a desk, is righted upwards and Tim walks back out looking only mildly disheveled. “Sorry, needed a moment. What was it you needed?”

Damian, who was caught between defending his father and trying to get a peak into the thrashed room, wanted to insult Tim for his poor emotional regulation but got the feeling it wasn’t the time.

Jason seemed to agree and answered for them both, saying, “Just some toxin cures… Ivy for out.”

Tim inhaled deeply again, looking behind him and giving a blank look, “You’ll have to ask someone else.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, “why?”

Tim gestured to the room he had just exited, “I was reorganising.” A pause. “They were in there.”

Jason gave him a teasing smirk, “you broke them didn’t you?”

With a shrug, Tim adjusted his gloves and walked over to his desk, “It was that of Bruce’s face.”

[chubby-p1nk]

SOOooo this one won, and it's based in the fic made by @windyengel that's inspired by my post of Tim with birds. It's honestly a fic that I really really love, AND BECAUSE ITS MADE BY THIS QUEEN, SHE GAVE LIVE TO MY IDEA AND MADE IT BETTER KSKSKSKS

The complete image and link to the chapter:

Birds Of A Feather

[littlefankingdom]

This is how it feels rn. I hate you DC.

Y'all may disagree, but Bruce is a fictional character. So, with the classist bs DC has been saying about Jason, we can say that any classist shit Bruce has ever said about Jaybin is more DC speaking through him than his actual character. And also, it is weird af to have a man that believes in infinite second chances and bad guys becoming good, to also believes children born from criminals will become criminals. The math isn't mathing, DC.

Anyway, 80s Bruce loved his studious adorable baby that stole his tires, and he has admitted his reasoning behind taking Jason in was "I miss having a kid around" and not actually "Jason will become a criminal if I don't intervene".

[tiger-grace]

Tim Drake is so independent but you know if he was truly left to his own devices long enough at some point he would come to family meals like

Jason: Yeah, so that’s when I hit him over the head- woah, are you okay?

Tim: hospital

Jason: What?

(Tim then proceeded to collapse into his bowl of cereal)

[modern-fairy]

Spring 🪺

[spacedace]

I've seen the concept of Jason being adopted by various people other than Bruce while he was still a little tire stealing Crime Ally kid a few times, but I've yet to see anyone put forth the idea of Duke and his family taking him in.

Like, depending on the continuity Jason and Duke are only like 4 or 5 years apart in age, and we know for a fact that Duke was a terrifyingly brilliant kid already shaping up to be able to take down the Riddler in a battle of wits at the age of 9. Now throw in protective older brother Jason into that mix who didn't think twice about trying to steal the tires off the Batmobile and then try and hit Batman with a damn tire iron when he was caught.

Just imagine how terrifying it would be with the two of them growing up constantly feeding each other's unhinged Fight God and the Devil in a Waffle House Parking Lot at 3am and Win energy. Imagine the chaos they would cause. The terror they would strike into the hearts of their enemies- all before Duke ever even gor his powers.

They would be unstoppable. Just a pair of two of the smartest motherfuckers you've ever met who know they're smarter than you, and the only thing sharper than their minds are their vicious verbal take downs.

Also I just have the imagine in my head of Doug Thomas, half asleep early one Saturday morning stumbling into the kitchen after following the smell of breakfast to see his 8 year old son happily stuffing the most delicious looking pancakes imaginable into his mouth. Blinking in confusion as he realizes it's not his beloved wife cooking but some scrawny kid in worn out clothes, covered in engine grease and bruises manning the stove like a seasoned line cook - complete with the most foul mouthed swearing even Doug, a construction worker, has ever heard in his life and a cigarette tucked behind the kids ear.

And Doug has a moment where he's just staring, full on Who's Goddamn White Baby is That? when Duke pipes up to explain:

"This is Jason! I caught him trying to steal your catalytic converter this morning. His mom's dead and his dad is a deadbeat so he's gonna stay with us now!"

And oh. Well. Shit. He knows that look in his son's eye. Knows he's already lost the fight before it evan began. It looks like it's theirs. It's their god damn white baby now.

He's gonna have to call Elaine.

(Elaine, for her part, goes through the full range of human emotions when she gets home to realize that the boy Duke has decided they're adopting is the Todd boy Elaine has been trying to track down for months now.

She's Jason's social worker, not that she's been able to really do her job and help him when he's managed to stay under the radar of every single vaguely responsible adult in a ten mile radius. The one time he had been picked up by one of the few decent cops in the city and Elaine thought she was going to be able to finally finally help him, Jason had managed to climb out of a window of the precinct bathroom and disappear into the night.

He'd managed to steal the hubcaps of six different patrol vehicles while he was at it. Just to rub it in that there was nothing they could do to stop him.

Point was, the kid has been her damn white whale for almost a year. And now she walks into her home after a maddening unhelpful phone call with Doug about needing paperwork to adopt a child only to find the boy she'd spent so long looking for teaching Duke how to take apart and reassemble their toaster in the living room.

She isn't sure if she wants to laugh or cry.

She is sure that there's no way she's going to be able to convince Duke that they can't just adopt his new friend, not when she can tell that both boys have already gotten attached to each other in the scarce few hours they've known one other. Or when her husband is just sitting there eating delicious pancakes with such resignation in his eyes.)

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for TabethaRasa behind the cut; “Robin gets nested”. content warnings: Aftermath of sex pollen triggering an omegaverse heat cycle in a minor. No sex or SA; just an impending pack dynamics speedrun for a very stressed-out preteen with a tire iron. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Robin keeps runnin’ ‘cross the roofs; keeps doin’ crazy jumps an’ leaps an’ flips, the fuckin’ asshole, an’ Jason clings desperately t’Robin’s neck–an’ also his tire iron–an’ jus’ really hopes Robin’s used t’doin’ this kinda thing while he’s carryin’ somebody. 

An’ while he’s feral. 

Pro’ly Robin ain’t used t’doin’ this while he’s feral, Jason thinks. 

Fuuuuuck, he thinks, squeezin’ his eyes shut tighter, an’ bites down harder on the shoulder of Robin’s cape. 

“The girl that I loved she was handsome, I tried all I knew her to please,” Robin sing-songs breathlessly, then lets out a delighted laugh as he runs straight off another roof and into a spinning, twirling freefall that keeps going and going and going, an' Jason bites down hard on his cape. “Buuuuut I could not please her one-quarter so well as the man on the flying trapeze!” 

Sure, Robin can’t jus’ run fer it when some asshole alphas are sniffin’ ‘round his stupid cape or have a normal conversation, but he can fuckin’ sing circus music while runnin’ extreme midnight parkour. Sure, yeah. Why not, Jason thinks, an’ then Robin lets go of him with one arm an’ something makes a snappin’ sound an’ Jason barely bites back a shriek, an’ they swing up from–wait, what? 

Jason cracks an eye open, immediately regrets it, an’ can’t even tell what’s going on or where they are past the blur of speed, except that apparently Robin can also use his grapple now. Not when Clancey was a problem, naw, but sure, yeah, now it’s fine. 

Jason wants t’smack this fuckin’ moron. 

An’ also maybe, like, puke his guts up, ‘cuz Robin’s idea of “flyin’” is givin’ ‘im goddamn vertigo. 

“He’d fly through the air with the greatest of ease, that daring young man on the flying trapeze!” Robin sing-songs, an’ then his grapple unhooks or cuts or somethin’ an’ he spins into a somersault an’ jus’ keeps spinnin’, an’ Jason barely bites back a panicked screech about it, an’ Robin laughs, an’ then the spinnin’ stops an’ they’re jus’ fallin’, an’–

Robin lands in a crouch with Jason still wrapped up in his arms an’ clingin’ t’his neck, an’ Jason buries his face in as tight against his shoulder as he can an’ jus’ clings harder. His head’s swimmin’ an’ his heart’s beatin’ a mile a minute an’ feels like it’s ‘bout t’beat outta his chest, an’–

“Babypup!” Robin says excitedly. “Babypup, look! Look!” 

Jason regrets everythin’ he’s ever done in his whole stupid fuckin’ life, then cracks an eye open again. 

“Gnk,” he manages, feeling like he’s gonna maybe pass out. They’re perched on top of a high, spindly, rusted-out water tower an’ leanin’ forward over the edge of the rickety scaffoldin’, the neighborhood spread out below, an’ Jason’s never seen so much of Crime Alley all at once. He stares down at its narrow streets an’ twistin’ alleys in bewilderment, an’ can’t even–how’d Robin even get ‘em this high this fast? 

Okay, like–the grapplin’ gun thing, obviously, yeah. But like–how? 

“Baaabypup,” Robin croons, and nuzzles Jason’s hair as he wraps him up tighter in his arms, then points out at the streets and alleys below. “Look!” 

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Jason says roughly, an’ just tightens his grip on his tire iron. Jus’–what the fuck even. 

The view’d be pretty, he guesses, if it weren’t Crime Alley. 

[oldschoolfrp]

"Babysitter" by Robin Wood, Dragon 155, March 1990

[whathehonestfuk]

O!Steve complaining that he doesn't get a lot of warning with his pre-heat symptoms while everyone else is cringing and looking on in mild disbelief that he hasn't caught on to the fact he goes full Chris Fleming company is coming for like a week and a half before hand

[brooklynbridgebirds]

American Robin nestlings in Brooklyn Bridge Park!

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt

Jason’s return to Gotham as the crime lord Red Hood is significantly hampered when he saves two kids from being trafficked and suddenly finds himself nagging the two to eat their vegetables and do homework on time and, dear lord, your names are Freeman and… Batson? Yeah that’s it, Jason is not waiting this one out until they’re both suddenly dressed in traffic light colors and swinging around the city with an overgrown furry.

Freddy and Billy are a bit confused by the flash adoption via menacing Gotham guy, but it certainly helps that he’s not threatening to send them into the system and that he cooks them meals every day . And also “Billy, I think he might be the new vigilante! That is so cool!” “… do you mean the new crime lord?” “Same thing! Isn’t the helmet awesome!?”

Batman and Robin are… not sure what to make of the new crime lord that, on one hand, keeps antagonizing them to no end, and on the other hand was recently spotted at a meeting with his lieutenants where two masked kids burst into the room to scream about the kitchen being on fire and pointing at each other yelling “It’s all his fault!”

[arcade-confetti]

Makijg your new child dress up as your favorite child and call him the favorite's name half the time is fucked up