#tim attends...

[t4tstarvingdog]

always have six shots of espresso at 10p.m. you will surely not regret 6 espresso shots at ten pm

[tiger-grace]

The Dark Knight, Batman, Mr. “I am the night” maintaining his mystery even while revealing his identity in a justice league meeting:

The JL: Bruce Wayne?!

His wayward children, who have scheduled a “Brucie Wayne” funniest moments and scandals compilation to kick on in about 30 seconds on the monitor:

The JL: … bruce wayne

[superbat-lmao]

Jason blames the mistake on the fact that it was his first time being back in the cave after coming onto the scene as Red Hood. He was needed as part of a larger operation, but being back in the sterile and kleptomaniacal space had made him slip up. Old behavior patterns that fit like too tight gloves.

He’d said it as a joke, of all things.

His relationship with the bats was tepid at best and he’d rebuked every attempt they’d made for him to participate in their little “family” charade. His only concession had been for work related business. But his head wasn’t on right, it seemed, because he slipped back into the old tone he used when he would banter with Batman.

Bruce had asked him to stay for dinner, which he’d declined. Dick had asked him if he wanted to join in on movie night, which he’d ignored. Alfred had told him in no uncertain terms would someone within his household go without at least refreshment, so he’d accepted the tea. Tim and Damian had already turned in for the night, not eager to be a part of the hissed threats followed by sullen silences that functioned as their method of conversation.

Jason had been reading through some of the files for the upcoming operation while Dick was doing his best to keep up a stream of chatter. It didn’t alleviate the frosty tone of the cave, but it did remind Jason of the few times Dick had tried to play “happy family” before he’d scamper back off to Bludhaven. It was a blast from the past, this level of unease between them. If it weren’t for the spectre of glass and bloody fabric in Jason’s periphery he’d think he’d somehow been sent back in time.

At some point in the incessant noise, Dick had said something about an upcoming gala and was trying to strategize with Bruce about how to convince Damian to attend. And by “strategize with Bruce” Jason meant “prattle on aimlessly at a brick wall like a mental patient.”

Bruce told Dick that he would employ the same method he’d used on all his kids, bribery.

Then Bruce had turned to Jason and asked if he would consider attending dinner tomorrow night instead, if he was already busy.

“It’ll cost you.”

Jason’s tone should’ve been cold, aloof. But in actuality, it was a lot closer to his old humor, the sarcasm and wit that belied a Robin.

Dick had stopped talking. Bruce was quickly recovering, schooling his blank expression into something painful to look at.

“How much?”

Jason’s eyes, which had flicked back down to the file, stopped on the word associates. He glanced back up and yep. Bruce’s face was a mixture of hope and determination. His eyes glinted in the harsh fluorescents.

“What?”

“How much will it cost to have you stay for dinner tomorrow?”

Jason scoffed.

“You can’t afford me.”

“Try me.”

Dick was flicking his eyes between them like a tennis match.

Jason paused.

In actuality, crime lording paid well, but the funds weren’t all usable for the same things. For civilian things. Jason could do with some clean, unlaundered cash. Not that he wanted to admit it.

He let the silence stretch until it was uncomfortable. He didn’t take his eyes off Bruce.

“How long?”

“You stay from 6pm to 8:30pm.”

“My going rate is a hundred dollars a minute.”

“Done.”

Bruce wasn’t smiling, and Dick huffed out something that sounded faintly jealous but hey. Jason would be a fool to pass up $15,000.

[gnomewithalaptop]

Thinking about Tim and Cassie as narrative reflections of each other -- about how they both started out as normal kids with no obligation to their mentors, good kids who just wanted to help, and how gradually, bit by bit, that choice they made as thirteen-year-olds lowkey ruined any chance they had for a normal life

[gaywineauntsstuff]

the reason I hate the "Tim doesn't trust Dick after Damian/spyral/ric" is because they are besties your honour.

Like there's a post going around that I cannot for the life of me find that says Dick is Tims trusted adult and they are so right fr ong.

Because despite what Fanon believes Dick is a pretty chill guy and people take one look at him and go "let me unload my emotional baggage on you"

There's like a very famous panel (that im too lazy to find or remember the name of the run its in okay don't yell at me) where Tim basically goes "soooo my girlfriends pregnant" and Dick nearly falls off the roof.

Tim is calling Dick for the dumbest shit imaginable to the world ending and so are the rest of the batkids.

so I have taken the Canon that Dick knows if not all but most and generalised it to hell.

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Jason has been on a team with like 80% of OG titan members

they're having gossip session

Jason in a war zone dodging bullets with his bat travel mug in his hand: And THEN! Kori and Roy shared this look and you know the look they give you when they're judging you for bat reasons and you're like tell me why you're mad I was raised by a crazy person my normal levels are skewed.

Dick in NYC with a blueberry bagel In one hand, his Turkish coffee in another, just finished meeting up with Donna who gave him THAT exact look: No REALLLLL why are they like that, just tell me which one of the creepy traits I internalised as a child is bothering you.

Jason: omg you get it anyway so I grab the bomb and start playing soccer with it because its round and im bored and starfire takes it away like idk what im doing? bro ive been bombed I know how to work with a bomb..

Dick: hmmm and then what happened

Jason: and then.....

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Tim: Dickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Dick: yea Tim

Tim: Kon is being a dick

Dick: oh?

Tim: yeah and its really starting to bother me man

Dick who knows Kon is dead and Tim is either hallucinating or drugged to be more susceptible to manipulation and is already on his way: hmm tell me more babybird whys he upsetting my lil brother

Tim about to tell Dick what is a fever dream bc he contracted pneumonia and is loopy off his ass on painkillers:

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steph does this more with babs in the hero scene but its just... so easy and totally gets into the habit of it after Dick is her Batman for a bit and now she uses him as her civilian life therapist

Steph on her way back from campus: and then this bitch looks me up and down and pours her coffee cup down my shirt!

Dick on his way back to blud after decking bruce in the face: hold on hold on hold on she did what??

Steph nodding vigorously even though he can't see her: pulls my whole ass sweater away from my body and pours her peats coffee down my goddamn shirt Dick.

Dick: omg she didnt

Steph still nodding: she DID and then I found out from Jonny who found out from Vivian that someone told her I made out with her boyfriend at Leos house party

Dick who has no idea who any of these people are: wait but you were at Leos for like an hour max last week. we has smoothies after.

StepH: exactly so I had proof that I wasn't there and confronted her and went like. I don't want your crusty ass alt white boy whose favourite 'indie' band is the neighbourhood. I dated Tim fucking Drake the OG crusty ass white boy and I don't do repeats

Dick choking on his coffee:

Steph: anyway we are besties now and planning on getting her boyfriend back because apparently he cheated on her with this drop dead gorgeous girl and im high key a lil complimented she thought we were the same person.

Dick who initially called for casework and is actually so happy one of the people he calls siblings is actually like living a life outside of vigilantism: tell me more

Steph: you sound a little teary

dick: don't worry about it

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Damian: Richard

Dick: Damian

Damian: so I might be skipping patrol with father

Dick:? what you love patrol??

Damian: and school

Dick: Dames? what's going on:? is everything okay? you can talk to me

Damian: I am volunteering at a hospital

Dick: kid

Damian: Listen before you sAY anything I know what we do is important but I think I can help in another way and -

Dick had brown parents and was training for the olympics at 8, totally knows what its like to have insane expectations and rebel with a day job: kid kid calm down okay? you wanna be a doctor? is that it?

Damian: well? I dont really know but I just? there has to be another way to help people. besides what we do I mean-

Dick: Alfred left me Thomas waynes journals I initially thought they were to bash your fathers head in when he was being stupid but it seems the old man was looking out for us. Wanna take a stab at your other grandpas legacy when you come over next weekend. I'll tell Bruce we patrolled so you get a few more days off.

Damian: you're the best

[cateyam]

Jason: Y'know, I actually saw you perform before everything went to shit.

Tim: Wait really? I was there too! I even had a picture with Dick.

Dick: I knew Tim was there but I didn't know you were there, Jay.

Jason: Yeah, Willis picked up some circus tickets off the parking lot and brought me.

Dick: Is that how you recognised me the first time we met?

Jason: Other than you being Robin, yeah.

Tim: Crazy how we're adopted brothers now.

Dick: Thanks to my parents death, I guess.

Jason: A canon event.

Bruce: I was th—

Jason, Tim and Dick: We know.

[theofficialuriel]

this but it’s tim to bruce whenever they have to get rid of outdated Batmobiles

[headcanonthings]

[At an ice cream social hosted by the JL]

Jason: I was a sprinkles guy when I was younger with ice cream so I appreciate this.

Tim: You look like a sprinkles guy.

Jason: The fuck is that supposed to mean 😡

[heroesriseandfall]

It’s so amusing to me when characters within comics use the fun-trivia-for-fans maps. Like technically that’s a perfectly good canon map. But when Jim Gordon uses it he feels like a tourist to me.

Eliot Brown’s map from Batman: Gotham City Secret Files & Origins #1 (Apr 2000), in Commissioner Loeb’s office in Detective Comics Vol. 2 #25 (Jan 2014)

It’s more funny when it’s shown on a computer though. You’re telling me Oracle and Batman have super highly sophisticated computers but the maps of Gotham on those computers use a numbered legend, instead of anything more technologically efficient and helpful?

Batman: Gotham Knights #55 (Sep 2004) — how is she supposed to find the CCTV if it’s not on the legend? :( lol

Batman Vol. 1 #683 (Jan 2008)

Robin Vol. 2 #178 (Nov 2008) / Titans Vol. 2 #15 (Sep 2009)

Batman Vol. 2 #24 (Dec 2013)

Absurd. And hilarious. This is a very ineffective map for them to quickly identify deep details of the terrain. But it IS an effective way to get me to laugh in the middle of a comic intended to be high stakes and serious. Important mission who? I only know fun background map.

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc 148

Reveal gone wrong ends with Vlad realizing how toxic his obsession was. He cuts out contact with jack and Maddie. Because if they denied there own flesh and blood so much. There is no way maddie would except him.

She couldn’t even accept Danny as a halfa.

Then takes in Danny and Jazz. He does it all legally makes it in the news. Danny and jazz aren’t exactly pleased at first. Vlad has a lot to me up for

Ellie eventually joins at the he pays her pack pay in child supports and fully realizes he was a fruitloop.

When vlad gets an invite to a Wayne gala. All three of his new wards attend. Needless to say it’s an gala no one will ever forget.

Fist fights. Chandeliers breaking. Jazz causing breakdowns. Who let Tim and Danny discuss inventions?!? Vlad will never recover.

[oh23]

Bruce's child rearing experiences:

Dick: I want vengeance. revenge. i want my mom and dad. youre not my fucking dad. i miss them.i want them back. i'll swing o the fucking chandeliers out of spite. fuck u. youre awesome. i need to kill the man who murdered my parents asap.

Jason: okayyyyy rich asshole this FUCKS !! do u have books- omgg thats sooo dope wowzers. So i don't need to steal tires anymore?? YOU HAVe A PORSC- YOU HAVE 7 ???????

Tim: i need to not be a burden, need to help, i need to be better i need to be the best i cant let him down i can fix him i can fix him

Damian: i need to prove my worth. Father, i will be the perfect heir. i will attempt to eliminate all my competition, as ive been taught. my age shan't hinder The Mission father.

[robintherobiner]

I think Tim is rapidly becoming disillusioned with death. Within the space of just a few years over half of the people he cared about died, and most of them came back. Stephanie, Dick, Kon, Bart, Jason, Bruce (who wasn't technically dead but-), and even Damian.

Note how those are only his hero friends. Janet, Jack and Dana are unfortunately still dead.

So i genuinely think that the next time a hero friend dies, Tim is going to think they'll come back. Sort of like Bruce, except the next time, they won't come back. But Tim, who we already know is terrible with grief (99 clones, anyone?), will definitely cling to the idea that his newly perished hero friend will come back because "look at the data! Heck, even Superman came back to life! They're gonna come back, guys. They have to."

[haydenthewitch]

Buck is the one who finds him- of course. They are staying in the same home, after all. It's not like eddie could afford an airbnb, or anything.

Eddie didn't know exactly what happened, honestly. One second he was texting chris, about everything and nothing at the same time. The conversation started the same way all of the conversations had started since eddie left chris in texas to come home for Bobby's feuneral. Chris was checking in on him. god, that kid had so much empathy in his body, and eddie is half convinved that he enherted all of the care in his heart from his mother.

Anyways, he was texting chris as he was packing up some things from his grandparents home, (they argreed that home was in LA, and although it was too short notice for him to come home before the fenural, he was activly packing and planning on coming home.) when eddie just felt this pit in his stomach. he was going to have to leave LA again, and go back to his parent's house again, and he just felt weak and dizzy at the thought. and then he felt an awfuk sense of dread and guilt, knowing that chris was being brave and dealing with it everyday on his own. It felt like he was leaving pepole on both sides, and maybe if he had been in that stupid fucking lab, everything would be diffrent-

He rembers feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and having intesnse heart palptations. he rembers colapsing onto the kitchen floor, curling up into a little ball, and feeling the tips of his fingers go numb. This is it, he thinks. I'm dying. I'm going to die. He rembers thinking that it wasn't fair to Buck. He was already having such a hard time losing their captain, his father, and now he was going to find eddie? on the kitchen floor of their house, dead? from a heart attack? eddie imagines buck, dressed in mourning blacks that have seen too much use, chris at his side, looking down at his grave, and a desprate sob escapes out of him. despite the release of air, he can't seem to get any back in, panic rising in his chest.

The front door opens. "Eddie?" Buck calls out. Eddie sobs, a desprate thought of no, he shouldn't have to see me like this, before buck is rounding the corner into the kitchen, and dropping down to the kitchen floor to reach him. "Eddie!? Whats wrong??"

"I think... I'm dying," eddie sobs out. "I can't fucking b-breathe." his phone dings, surley a text from chris, and another painful sob rings out, about how fucking unfair it all is. a flash in his imagination of chris finding out about eddie over the phone, just like eddie found out about bobby.

Buck gets closer, grabing his wrist tightly and looking into both of his eyes. eddie relizes that he's assessing eddie, like a paient. Eddie just tries to hold still, letting buck check him out. "You aren't dying, eds." Buck says in a realy soft voice. Eddie sobs again, unable to comprehend that. He feels so awful, like he genuinly can't imagine how it's possible that he's not dying.

"Can you take a deep breath for me?" Buck asks, still in that too-calm, too-gentile voice. Eddie tries, he genuinly tries, but about halfway through taking a big gulping breath, he coughs and it feels like all the air in his lungs evades him.

"I c-can't." Eddie sobs, trying to get another big gulp of air in before sobbing it all out.

"It's okay, it's okay," Buck tries to reassure him. He shifts how he's sitting, so that buck is basicaly layong all of his weight on eddie, both of them sitting on the tiled floor. "Eddie, your having a panic attack." Eddie sucks a big breath in, before blowing it all out again, too quickly, and almost painfuly.

"Buck, i don't know what to do." He cries, and he can actualy see buck get emotional. "Everything hurts and i'm scared."

Buck grabs eddie's hand, pulling it in to his own. "Just focas on me okay?" Buck says. He squeezes eddie's hand, too tight, almost painful. "Can you hear my voice?" Eddie nods. "Okay, discribe it."

Eddie shakes his head, thinks about it, before he just says, "Sounds deep, and calm." Another sob, one that makes his chest ache, and buck squeezed his hand again.

"Can you feel my body pressed up against yours?" Buck asks. eddie nods. "What does that feel like?"

"warm, and heavy." Eddie doesn't relize it right away, but right about now is when the tears break, the worst of it over.

"And my hand?" Buck asks.

"Slick with sweat?" Eddie says, and buck breaks his calm demenor, a small suprised laugh coming up out of him. Eddie also feels himself laugh, a little, but he feels so tired it feels bone deep. he brings his sleeve up to wipe away some of the snot and tears on his face, and buck wordlessly helps him. Eddie breathes out again, and it kind of sounds like another laugh, but its realy an emotion closer to relief.

Eddie takes stock of his body. His chest hurts a little, but it's from the voilent sobbing, and not becuse his heart or lungs are giving out, like he thought. his vocal cords hurt from screaming and sobbing, but other than that he just feels normal. He does howeved, feel extremely exasted. The feeling is more closely tied to fatige, (like working a 24 and then driving home for an hour due to rush-hour traffic in LA) that it is to the word tired.

So, He wasn't dying. Relief flooded him.

"I'm sorry," He rasps out. "I don't-"

Buck cradles eddie's face in his hands. "It's okay." Eddie leans into his hands, feeling too tired to worry about whats 'normal' to do with his best frenid. He feels like his energy has been leached, and he can't help but lean on buck- emotionaly and physicaly. one of eddie's hands reach buck's neck, pulling him phiscaly foward untill their forheads were touching. "I'm here." Buck rasps out, and that makes eddie almost tear up again. Buck was hear for him, always.

"I need a nap," Eddie tells him. "That took it out of me."

"Panic attacks can be realy exasting," Buck says.

"I genuinly thought i was dying," Eddie tells him in disbelief. "I thought i was going to die."

"A lot of pepole feel that way when they have an attack like that." Buck says again.

"Did you use to get them, or something?" Eddie asks, pulling back slightly, so he could look Buck in the face. Buck shakes his head, then screws up his face, before nodding.

"I mean, yes, but not as extreme as yours." He explains. "I don't know all of this from experince, and that's probably what you were asking. No, I read a lot about it after the blackout, when uh... When you had that panic attack and you went to the cardiolgist." Buck screws up his face. "And you didn't tell me untill i pushed."

Eddie laughs a little. "Are you still salty about that?"

Buck cracks a smile. "A little, Yeah."

"...so that's how you knew how to help?" Eddie asks, but he already knew the anwser.

"Yep." Buck blows out a breath. "They're tecnicaly called grounding techniques, but it doesn't realy matter." Buck pauses, breaking the eye contact and looking down, like he's about to say something he doesn't want to see edddie's reaction to. "I wanted to know how to help in case you ever had one again. I know you can take care of yourself, of course.... i just needed to make sure, i guess?"

I love you, eddie thinks. I'm in love with you.

He's too tired to tell buck, but he's too tired to freak out, too. Maybe most of his filters are gone, maybe he's always felt this way. He'll figure it out in the morning. All he knows is those thoughts sink heavy like stones in a lake, and root themselfs into the very nature of his being: Eddie diaz, In love with Evan Buckley.

[thiziri]

Princess Anne and her husband, Sir Tim Laurence, arriving for Day Four at Cheltenham Festival 2025 Gold Cup Day at Cheltenham Racecourse, on 14 March 2025.

[zilla314]

🎶You might try to hide and you might try to pray, but we all end up the Remains of the Day🎶

I couldn't resist, I love corpse bride sm I just had to draw the bois as Victor and Emily (in case ya can't tell I'm a huge Tim Burton fan lol)

[lil-lemon-snails]

I spent way too long on this!!!! But i've been thinking about them dressing up for halloween and couldn't help myself 🎃 I think Sun would have fun sewing their costumes/doing their makeup :'3

If someone wants to draw y/n as Zero to match pls I lost stamina