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[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

#ask

Ask…

Dick: *ticking things off his list* Batstagram announcement, posted… Cereal cupcakes, ordered… Bouncy Bat Castle from Wayne Tech, specifically blue, in production… Bat signal care of Commissioner Gordon, en route… Floral arrangements care of Ivy… Oh!

Dick: Bruce, can I invite some of the rogues?

Bruce: *grunts*

>>> *** <<<

Dick: I have to say, yours is gonna a be a bit challenging, Little Wing, but I still think we should go for it.

Jason: …

Dick: *counting with his fingers* There’s your birthday-birthday… Then the day Bruce took you in after you tried to steal his wheels… Then when he adopted you… Then the day you… Well, that day… Do you think we should include that? Or is that awkward? We could always just skip to you coming back to life, which is definitely worth celeb–

Jason: For the last time, Dick, get out of my room! *slams the bathroom door* I’m trying to take a dump in here!

Dick: Awkward it is.

>>> *** <<<

Dick: *sitting at the foot of Tim’s bed* So, I was thinking, we could maybe get a thousand drones… Oh. No, that’s… a bit inappropriate. Nooo drones. *scratching “drones that form the words 'Happy Adoption Day, Tim!‘” off his list* Well, we could just ask Kon to whoosh into the lawn –

Tim: *groggy* Dick, who’re you talking to? It’s, like, [pause] 3 AM. 

>>> *** <<<

Dick: *sketching* I mean, can you already picture it, Little D? I’m not that good at drawing stuff, but check this out. *shows his sketch to Damian* 

Damian: *looking unimpressed* And what’s that supposed to be?

Dick: That’s the playroom turned into a lab! Since you weren’t technically adopted or birthed or whatever, I thought we’d celebrate that time you were in the “womb”. *goes back to sketching* I mean, we could even borrow some of  Selina’s cats to make it more festive.

Dick:  *grinning proudly* Schway, right? *looks up from his BatPad* 

Dick: Where’d he go?

>>> *** <<<

Dick: *rubs his neck sheepishly* Look, Cass, it’s okay if you’re not up to it, but I just thought maybe…

Cass: *smiles brightly, claps her hands excitedly, and hugs Dick* I’m up to it! I’ve got some ideas of my own!

>>> *** <<<

Dick: What do you think, Alf? Can we pull it all off?

Alfred: Master Dick, while it may increase your father’s white hairs, I do think we don’t celebrate enough in this family.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ 

Yeah, but he also wants his siblings to celebrate their “special days”, @tenaciouspeacesandwich​ . Thanks for the suggestion!

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

Ask: The 27th of April, the Last (and Long) Part

Bonus Ask:

[Stately Wayne Manor]

Jason: *helping Alfred clear out the dinner table* You think we should’ve asked Harley to stay for dinner? 

Alfred: If you wished to see Master Bruce’s hair turn to grey as you ate dessert, I don’t see why not.

Jason: *burps loudly and fans his breath away* Whoops. Sorry, Alf. Just my way of complimenting your cooking.

Alfred: *carrying the dishes to the kitchen* Then perhaps you should come here more often, Master Jason.

Jason: *following Alfred* I’d rather not cause any trouble.

Alfred: *stops in his tracks and turns to face Jason with a stern expression* And you don’t think it troubles me that you feel unwelcome here?

Jason: *takes the dishes from Alfred’s hands, sets them on the kitchen island, and pulls him in for a hug* Alf, hey… I didn’t mean it like that. I know you guys care about me, it’s just…

Alfred: *sobbing into Jason’s shirt* We’ve already lost you once… Once is enough, Jason…

Jason: *tightens the hug and gently plants a kiss on top of Alfred’s head* I know, I know… I’m back, Alf. I’m back.

>>> *** <<<

Dick and Barbara: *sitting on the carpeted floor in the study, enjoying the heat from the fireplace in front of them, going through a stack of photo albums*

Dick: *smiling fondly* Wow, these are old-old…. I should probably scan them before they crumble to pieces.

Dick: *stops at a page and points at a picture of Bruce and Jason on a boat, smiling, and holding up a tuna* Check this out, Babs… Aw, I love this one. I had a few days off from work, decided to spend it here. Somehow Jason convinced Bruce to take break from himself and go fishing.  

Dick: *talking animatedly* So, there we are on Bruce’s huge fishing boat, the Bat-2-Sea – And Jason’s starting to get seasick because he’s been hanging out by the edge, waiting for a bite for hours – The persistence on that kid! –  And he finally gets one! A big one, Babs – *spreads his arms* – and it was pulling down hard like you wouldn’t believe, but Jason just wouldn’t let go! – So Bruce drops the glass of wine he’s holding and runs to grab him –

Barbara: What were you doing?

Dick: Who do you think took the picture? As I was saying – Bruce, he – he – *starts to laugh so hard that he tears up* trips over Jason’s line somehow and falls into the ocean! *slapping-the-floor laughing* The World’s Greatest Detective, in his Batwaders, drenched like a wet bird… *sighs happily* You should’ve seen his face!

Barbara: *turns the page* Oh, I can see it now. Still stone-faced, but wet.

Barbara: *stops at a page and giggles* Aw… Will you look at that?

Dick: *looks at the photo Babs is pointing at and chuckles softly* That’s adorable. 

Barbara: Those scaly leotards fit him better than they ever did you, Boy Wonder.

Dick: *smirks* Whatever. But I have to admit, he did look great. He looked really… happy. I wish… I wish I saw more of him in action, you know? *voice breaking* I could’ve maybe trained him the way I did Tim and Damian –

Barbara: *rubs his back comfortingly* Dick…

Jason: *walks into the study* Dickie, I took some of your –

Dick: *clears his throat and wipes his eyes haphazardly* Hey, Little Wing!

Jason: Wait, are those our old family photos?

Barbara: *pats the empty spot beside her* C'mere.

Jason: *sits down and rubs his hands together* Where’s the one where Bruce goes kersplat in the ocean?

Jason: *flips through the pages and grimaces at his photos as Robin* You’re not gonna use these to blackmail me, are you?

>>> *** <<<

Duke: *watches as his RPG character explodes for the fifth time in a row and shakes his head* You beat me again! You’re so good at this game, man.

Jason: *snorts and puts his controller down* Dude, you weren’t even trying. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were letting me win.

Duke: What? Naaaah… That’s… Come on, why would I do that?

Jason: *gets up and shrugs, grinning knowingly* I dunno… ‘Cause you like seeing me alive?

Duke: Yeah. It’s pretty awesome, actually.

Jason: *offers to bump fists* I gotta pack up. Good game, though. See you around, bro.

Duke: *exploding-fist-bumps with Jason* You too, bro.

Jason: *pats Ace the Bathound’s head as he exits the game room*

>>> *** <<<

Steph: *examining Jason’s face* You look really pale.

Cass: *pointing at various spots on his face* And you have a lot of… scars.

Jason: *sitting on a stool in front of Cass’s vanity dresser, staring at himself in the mirror and absentmindedly running a finger over the shirt-covered scar on his chest* Yeah? That bad, huh?

Steph: *grins* Nothing a little makeup can’t fix.

Jason: *rubbing his chin* You think so? I mean, I just came here to borrow a few weapons from Cass, but if you think I need a makeover…

Steph and Cass: *look at each other and squeal in delight*

>>> *** <<<

Tim: And this *holding up a minuscule gadget between his fingers for Jason to see* generates a force field over your entire body. The more the impact, the greater the energy generated. Schway, huh?

Jason: *nodding his head appreciatively as he takes the gadget and sticks it on the lapel of his leather jacket* Schway.

Tim: *proudly shows Jason a Bat-shaped breastplate * Now, this – You’re gonna love this – It can turn you invisible to the naked eye for roughly 34.5 seconds, giving you time to do all kinds of offensive or defensive stuff. They won’t know what hit them, Jay. You’re basically gonna be invincible and Joker… Joker, he’s… he’s not… not gonna… *drops the breastplate unceremoniously* 

Jason: *places a hand on Tim’s shoulder* Thank you, Timbo. Really. But I’ll be fine out there. You don’t have to worry about me.

Tim: Yeah? Can you promise me that? Because I don’t think I can live through another one of Bruce’s meltdowns.

Jason: *chuckles softly* Aren’t they the best?

>>> *** <<<

Jason: *staring at an empty grave layered with concrete in the backyard*

Jason: *rolls his eyes* I know you’re there.

Bruce: *comes out of the shadows and stands next to Jason*

Jason: Why’d you keep it?

Bruce: Because I’m a sentimental old fool.

Jason: This is just… creepy. Even for you.

Bruce and Jason: *stare at the empty grave in silence*

Jason: I’ve forgiven you.

Bruce: *glances at Jason, who could’ve sworn his adoptive father’s eyes were bloodshot* 

Jason: You know that, don’t you? I mean, I know we’re always going to disagree about Jok– about him, and a few other things, but… You’ll always be family, Bruce. My family. 

Bruce: *looks at Jason, smiling wearily*

Jason: *grinning back at Bruce*

Bruce: *puts an arm around Jason’s shoulder* Thank you… Son.

Jason: *pulls Bruce in for a tight hug*

Bruce and Jason: … 

Jason: Hey, remember that time you went kersplat in the ocean?

>>> *** <<<

Damian: *knocks softly on Jason’s bedroom door* Todd.

Jason: *stuffing a duffel bag with clothes, homemade snacks, and weapons* Hey, kid, come in. I’m just getting my stuff ready –

Damian: These came from Mother. *drops a pile of books on Jason’s old desk*

Jason: *picking one after the other up excitedly* Tolstoy, Machiavelli, Sun Tzu, Shakespeare, Marx… No way… 

Damian: They’ve been with me for a while. But since you rarely come over, they’ve been collecting dust and taking up valuable space in my room. -Tt-

Jason: *wiping the dust off with his shirt and hugging each one* She kept them… These were my friends back when I was in the League… 

Damian: I didn’t realize we had more in common than just being my Father’s sons.

Jason: Wow. I have no idea how I’m supposed to bring all of these home. I mean, I got here on roller blades, for Bat’s sake – 

Damian: *thrusts a piece of paper into Jason’s chest* This is for you.

Jason: *gingerly uncrumples it, revealing a painting of him and Damian*

Jason: *reading the writing in calligraphy underneath* “The Second Chance Robins”… *looks at Damian, feeling the tears well up in his eyes* You made this?

Damian: *looking down at his feet* When it’s my day… M-my d-day… Will you come over, too?

Jason: *gets down on bended knee to be at eye level with his little brother* Hey, buddy, look at me. Damian, look at me. Of course. Listen, we’ll do whatever you want. We’ll, um… We’ll take bad guys down together! Pull pranks on Tim! You name it, I got you.

Damian: Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Todd.

Jason: I promise that I’ll do my best, okay?

Damian: You could stay the night, you know. You’re home anyway.

Jason: *ruffles Damian’s hair and grins* I’d like that. As long as you hang out here with me. And I promise I won’t tell anybody because it’ll ruin our reputation.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

If truth be told, @wingedskyes​ , Jason makes himself available on his Death Day. Because even if neither he nor his family and friends mention it, he knows that they need him just as much as he needs them.

Thank you for this Ask. It was both fun and just a tad bit heartbreaking to write. 

And thank you, @warrior-of-the-blue-moon​ , for the nice addition. 

See: Part 1, Part 2

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

Ask: The 27th of April, Part 2

[Warehouse by Gotham Harbor, Gotham City, 1745 H]

Red Hood: *taps his foot impatiently while he checks his watch for the nth time* Come on, come on, come on. Make the drop, you guys. 

Red Hood: *sighs in frustration as he disassembles and reassembles his pistol in 15 seconds flat for the nth time* Let’s get it over with. 

Red Hood: *peeks from behind a stack of crates for the nth time* I don’t have all day. I promised Alfred I’d make it to dinner on time –

Red Hood: *stares at his ringing phone with narrowed eyes*

Red Hood: *picks it up* Roman.

Black Mask [on the phone]: *chuckling* Jason, my dear boy! How’ve you been? You look healthy. Very much alive, even.

Red Hood: *spots the tiny, hidden camera attached to a steel beam above him (How in the world did he miss that?) and cocks both his guns* Where are your men, ugly face?

Black Mask: Don’t you speak to me that way, you little rat! Before I make you a very D-E-A-… Hm. Forget I said that.

Red Hood: What?

Black Mask: The point is you’ve wasted your time waiting for nothing. So get lost!

Red Hood: Don’t lie to me! I’ve been tracking your every move for weeks and this warehouse reeks of your poisonous, criminal stench – 

Black Mask: *lets out a drawn-out sigh* Listen, just go home, kid. The carnage you were looking forward to today? Newsflash: It ain’t happening!

Red Hood: You don’t tell me what to do, you sick son of a –

Black Mask: I tell you what: You go home tonight – and I mean home – I’ll forward you the coordinates of every illegal shipment to and from Janus Cosmetics within a hundred mile radius. You can blow it all up for all I care. Deal?

Red Hood: And if you don’t? If you lie to me?

Black Mask: *growling* You’ll find them anyway, you always do!

Red Hood: Why?

Black Mask: Hm?

Red Hood: Why?

Black Mask: *plays a vinyl record in the background, sounding more relaxed* Because there are better days to dance our tango, Jason… Da-rum, da-rum, da-rum da-ra… 

Red Hood: … 

Red Hood: Did Batman put you up to this?

Black Mask: *crumpling a piece of paper near the phone speaker* You’re breaking up! *click*

>>> *** <<<

[Safe house, undisclosed location, 1815 H]

Red Hood: *fumbling as he enters the wrong passcode to the steel door for the third time in a row* Crap! Crap! Crap! I’m gonna be late!

Lock: Password incorrect. Initializing Code Red Protocol in three, two, o–

Red Hood: Override the stupid passcode! Activate voice recognition!

Lock: Activating voice recognition –

Red Hood: The Handsome Robin! The Handsome Robin!

Lock: Welcome, Jason Todd. Opening door n–

Red Hood: Hello, Safe House! *squeezes himself in the still-narrow space, then trips over his weapons, armor, and garments as he hurriedly strips himself of them en route to the bathroom*

Red Hood: *abruptly stops in his tracks* What the fuuhhh…

Red Hood: *watches as bubbly, green fluid oozes out of his bathtub* 

Red Hood: *picks up the rolled piece of parchment beside his Batshampoo, unties the ribbon around it, and spreads it open*

Note: “In case you needed more. [signed] The Demon’s Head”

>>> *** <<<

[Crime Alley, 1903 H]

Red Hood: *groans as he realizes that his motorcycle just ran out of fuel* Seriously? 

Harley Quinn: *rollerblading into view* Hey, Baby J! Need a lift? *holds up an extra pair of roller blades*

Red Hood: Yeahhhh no.

Harley Quinn: Come on! It’ll be fun! And I promise I won’t bite cha. *winks*

Red Hood: Oh, what the heck. *grabs the roller blades* So you really just carry around an extra pair of blades, huh? *proceeds to put his on*

Harley Quinn: Nope! But I’ve had this with me for a while now. *takes out a tiny package from the pocket of her shorts and hands it to Jason*

Red Hood: *examines it* Hm.

Harley Quinn: It ain’t poisoned or nothin’! Pinky swear! *holds out her pinky*

Red Hood: *frowning* What is it?

Harley Quinn: *claps her hands excitedly* Open it! Open it!

Red Hood: *gingerly unfolds the bubble gum wrapper and holds up its minuscule content* … A tiny crowbar?

Harley Quinn: Yes! You can open envelopes with it! Stir coffee with it! Hit tiny Mistah J’s on the noggin’ with it –

Red Hood: *chuckles and puts the gift in his jacket pocket* Okay, okay, I get it. Thanks, I guess.

Harley Quinn: *holds her hand out to Jason* Come on! You’re gonna be late! Alfie ain’t gonna be happy!

Red Hood: …

Red Hood: Did Batman put you up to this?

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ 

And Jason’s confusion continues, @wingedskyes​ .

See: Part 1, Part 3

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

Ask: The 27th of April, Part 1

[Safe house, location undisclosed]

Jason: *groggily opens one eye as he feels the foot of his bed dip* 

Jason: *hears a small noise from the kitchen as both his eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, the soreness of his battle-weary body returning*

Jason: *quietly reaches under his pillow for one of his guns, his finger ready to disengage the safety switch at a moment’s notice, but is abruptly stopped by.. Voices?*

Artemis: *whispering* The man just clearly came from patrol. The considerate thing to do would be to let him rest, Arrow Boy.

Arsenal: *angrily whispering back* Listen, lady, I’ve known Jaybird far longer than you have, so don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do –

Starfire: *hissing* Roy, that’s enough –

Artemis: *in a booming voice* Don’t you “lady” me, you mortal  –

Jason: *feels his heart speed up when the glint of a familiar axe catches his eye and attempts to get up and stop whatever war is unfolding before him, but loses his balance as his entire bed moves*

Bizarro: *shifting his position at the foot of Jason’s bed, excitedly yelling* RED HIM AM AWAKE! RED HIM AM AWAKE!

Arsenal, Starfire, and Artemis: *immediately stop bickering and look at Jason with fondness*

Jason: *rubbing his eyes tiredly* Why’re you all looking at me like th– hHUrrkK!

Bizarro: *hugging him tightly* BIZARRO AND PUP PUP AM MISS YOU SO MUCH! 

Jason: *gasping for air as Bizarro lets him go* I miss you, too, big buddy, but I’m pretty sure you just pulverized my broken bo– mMPh! Mmm hmmm…

Artemis: *releases Jason from their kiss and smiles shyly* Forgive me…

Jason: *grins dreamily at Artemis* You’re forgiven…

Starfire: *softly places a hand on Jason’s shoulder* It’s so good to see you.

Jason: It’s good to see you, too, Kory… All of you… But, um… What’re all of you doing here at *glances at the clock on his night table*… two in the morning?

Arsenal: Kory and I got here first!

Artemis: *rolls her eyes* Your immaturity continues to astound me.

Jason: Okaaay… *reaching for his phone* What day is it, anyway?

Bizarro: It am Apr–

Arsenal: *covers Bizarro’s mouth and chuckles nervously* It am doesn’t matter! Is what he meant to say.

Starfire: *gently pushes Jason back to bed, covers him with a blanket, and tucks Pup Pup under his arm* We can talk later, okay? Go to sleep. And when you wake up, we’ll be here.

Jason: *yawns and lets the darkness overtake him once more, uncertain whether seeing his closest friends all together was just a dream or not, but grateful either way* 

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

@wingedskyes​, let’s just say that the 27th of April tends to be a long day for the people who care about him. And it’s only just begun. See: Part 2, Part 3

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

hello, could you do batboys headcanons cooking? i really love the way you write🌻

Oh, thank you so much 🤍 I've been really busy these past few months, so I'm sorry to only get around to seeing my inbox now. But I'm looking forward to writing this now!

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

The Robins as…

HOSPITAL PATIENTS:

Dick: 

“Oh, those glass shards on my back? I get them all the time. No biggie. Hey, do you guys serve cereal?”

The staff love checking him ou – er, checking up on him.

Regales them with stories of past injuries, which none of them can believe are even possible (”Then how are you still alive?”)

Jason

Fake ID (since, you know, legally dead and all)

Wheeled into the hospital room by 5 AM, out through the window in a hospital gown and onto a waiting motorcycle by 5:15 AM  

Tim: 

Double-checks every diagnosis and every medication and cross-references them with similar cases in the city (and occasionally schools whomever is unfortunate enough to check up on him)

Who knows how pure liquid caffeine got injected into his IV bottle?

Damian:

“You call this food? My father will buy this place!”

Physical examination? You might as well put your hand inside a Tasmanian devil’s tunnel.

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Red Hood: *leans on a wall and slides down into a cross-legged, sitting position*

Red Hood: *checks his watch, sighs, puts down his binoculars and taps a foot impatiently against the rooftop floor* 

Red Hood: *takes out his phone, opens incorrect-batfamily-quotes on Tumblr and scrolls through the “big brother of the year” tag*

Red Hood: *chuckles* I would totally do that. *browses* Yup, Timbo needs to sleep. *checks out the comments* That’s… nice. *looks to the sky as if he could use it to talk to someone from another Earth* Thanks… whoever you are. *scrunches his nose* And apparently… there’s a lot of you who think that I’m not too bad…

Red Hood: *gets up in a half a second flat, guns drawn*

Red Robin: *holding his hands up in surrender* Relax, relax. It’s just me.

Black Bat: *soundlessly stepping out of a dark corner* And me.

Nightwing: *hanging upside down and covering the eyeholes on Jason’s helmet* Aaaaand your favorite older brother.    

Red Hood: *peeling Dick’s blue-striped fingers off* Look, I don’t give a bat’s butt what the old man said, I’m taking this case –

Robin: *jumps down from behind a gargoyle and throws his hands up in frustration* What took you so long, Todd?! This whole day has been wasted waiting for you!

Red Hood: – gonna freakin’ bring down those lowlives who took Kori no matter what it – Wait, wait. What exactly is going on here?

Nightwing: *smiling excitedly* There is no case, Little Wing.

Red Hood: I don’t –    

Spoiler: *swings in from a nearby rooftop* Is he here? Did he buy – Oh, hey, Jay! Starfire’s giggling her orange-y, little head off watching you right now. *points to a hidden camera in a crevice* 

Red Hood: WHAT? But the leads –

Red Robin: Were made up. I hacked into your personal satellite. Sent some signals here and there, bada-bing-bada-boom.

Red Hood: How is all this even – I can’t – How’d you guys get past me? 

Batgirl: *rappelling from the Batjet with Duke* Because we helped them, duh. It was the only way to get you to come here today.

Red Hood: *takes his helmet off and rubs his face in utter confusion* I followed those leads for three weeks! I mean, Artemis and Bizarro –  

Artemis: *lands on the rooftop on Bizarro’s back, shrugs and hands her sword to Damian, who greedily grabs it* Just pretended to be pissed that you had to leave for your “mission”.

Bizarro: We not sad Red Him gone!                     

The Signal: So does he mean he was or… ?

Red Hood: If this is some kind of *doing air-quotation marks* intervention, you tell that arrogant, self-righteous, emotionally –

Batman: – inept, leather-clad furry that it won’t work.

Red Hood:

Batman: I’d like to give it a try anyway.

Red Hood: But we… we’re supposed to… we hate each other…

Batman: *grins and ruffles Jason’s hair* Hn. Don’t believe everything you read, kid.

Red Hood: *grins sheepishly back*

The Signal: *looks around for secret passageways on the rooftop and whispers to Tim* Where’d the boss even come from?

Alfred [on the Comm Link]: *clears his throat loudly* If you’re all quite finished, the rest of your family and friends – *muffled* Mr. Harper, once again, that vase is a family heirloom and was never intended for target practice – are waiting.

Batman: Let’s get you home.

Red Hood: Right. I’m starving.

Alfred: Please do hurry up. The candles can only stay up for so long.

~ · ~ · ~ · ~ · ~ · ~

I hope I’m not too late… Happy birthday, Jay!                   

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

What It's Like

I know what it’s like…

To question my own existence,

To be crushed a million times over,

To hurt others with my selfish pride,

To be dead inside.

But now I also know what it’s like…

To be freed from a debt I can’t ever pay,

To be pursued at my absolute worst,

To be loved with a love I can’t ever earn,

To be forgiven when I should be destroyed.

Because I found out what it’s like…

To be healed because He was wounded,

To be set free because He was chained,

To be alive because He died,

To be hopeful because He is risen.

That’s why I know what it’s like…

To be whole though I’m lacking,

To be joyful though I’m suffering,

To be secure though I’ve been abandoned,

To be still though I’m being shaken.

And I pray that you,

Yes, you,

Will find out what it’s like, too.

#Jesus

#John 3:16

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

Any suggestion?

If you have any suggestion for “The Robins as” (see my tag “the robins as” for ideas), feel free to message me. Sometimes the more mundane the suggestion, the more challenging/exciting it is for me to write for. Haha.

And though I can’t promise that I’ll be able write for every single prompt I’m sent, know that I appreciate it.

Thank you!

*physical-distancing hug*

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P.S. For reasons I’ve discussed in some of my previous posts, I currently only write this for Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. 

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Just so you know...

For those of you who’ve sent Asks, I just want you to know that I appreciate you and am grateful for your patience (and continued support, my goodness!). I see them. I read them. I put them in the pocket of my heart. Your suggestions are putting these fun ideas in my head that I want so much to put into writing. I take my time with prompts I enjoy because I want so much to do them justice. (Well, there’s also being busy with life in general that keeps me from churning stuff out as quickly as I’d want to.) But, yeah. Thank you. <3 

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[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

Which bat child still acts like Jason is dead? I think Jason still acts likes he’s dead. When he wants out of a social situation or just doesn’t wanna interact anymore lol he will just be like “don’t look at me I’m dead, you go get it!”

Tim: *walks into the kitchen*

Tim: AHHHHH!!! 

Dick: …?

Tim: *pokes Jason’s shoulder and breathes a sigh of relief* Whew… Okay, he’s fine. I’m fine.

Dick: Uh… Am I missing something?

Jason: *gritting his teeth* It was one time, Tim. One time. And I said I was sorry, dude! I thought you were kidding and I was playing Arkham Knight with Roy and…

Tim: *glares at him*

Jason: *muttering under his breath* … So you really don’t have to keep doing this every time you see me…

Tim: Oh, yeah? Just making sure you remember not to tell me you’re dead next time I’m corNERED BY A BUNCH OF ROGUES AND DESPERATE FOR BACK UP.

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I think Jason’s starting to rethink that strategy, @heisnear .

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

Secret Origin: The Story of DC Comics (2010)

Full-length documentary available on Warner Bros. Entertainment’s YouTube channel.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1lSTjClKfs

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Happy to know I'm not alone in the headcanons. 😆

The Robins as…

REALITY TV SHOW STARS

Dick

DC Universe’s Got Talent (America’s Got Talent), as host, contestant, and eventual winner – because judges from the Fifth Dimension could no longer stand watching a human with such inhuman flexibility

Gothamite Ninja Warrior (American Ninja Warrior), where it’s usually just Cass and him battling it out for the top spot and the “obstacle course” includes parkouring to the top of crumbling gargoyles and jumping off twenty-story buildings sans parachute  

Jason

Alfred & J’s Potluck Dinner (Martha & Snoop’s Potluck Dinner), where Alfred’s “Martha” and he’s “Snoop” and they host get-togethers for heroes and villains in the Manor kitchen

Hood vs. Lair (Man vs. Wild), but instead of surviving in the wild, he’s trying to get past security in a new supervillain’s hideout week after week (guest-starring Roy)

Tim

BatFuzz Unsolved (BuzzFeed Unsolved), where he discusses controversial cases, such as the mysterious zombie-turned-vigilante wearing a red helmet, with his best bud and resident skeptic, Conner

Myth Boosters (Myth Busters), where he dispels/proves popular theories using the latest and most expensive Wayne Tech gadgets (and Bruce is a mere centimeter away from buying the TV network just to cancel this show)

Damian

Gotham’s Dumbest Videos (America’s Funniest Videos), which features clips of his siblings’ blunders during patrol (and him cackling in the background after he introduces each one)

Crikey! It’s the Irwins, and he’s actually with the Irwins (until his father reminds him to “Get. Back. To. Your Earth. Now.”)

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Not sure if I did it justice, but I really liked this suggestion, @fleetof-fandoms, so thanks!

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Bats and Super Hearing: Bruce and Clark, Part 2

Based on this post.

In Metropolis City…

Lois: Clark, Perry wants your article on the Gotham Knights on his desk by – 

Clark: *puts his finger to his lips* Shh shh…

Lois: *raises an eyebrow* Excuse me?

Clark: *staring off into space with a look of fondness* Sorry, hon, but a Gotham Knight is talking right now…

Lois: … 

Lois: Are you still listening to Bruce doing his “justice monologue”?

Clark: *nodding his head fondly*

Lois: It doesn’t bother you that you’ve basically been having a one-sided conversation with your best friend for the past three hours?

Clark: *shaking his head fondly* Bruce talking this much about something that makes him happy is as rare as seeing him smile un-ironically. So if it means I get to hear his heart skip happily, I’ll take it.

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In Gotham City, some more hours later…

Batman: *sitting atop a gargoyle* … And that’s why I still do what I do after all these years.

Batman: Clark? Hn.

Batman: I know you’re there.

Batman: *clears his throat* Thank you.

Alfred [on the comm link]: Master Bruce, if you’re quite finished with your play date with Superman, it’s time to come home, have dinner, and go to bed.

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*shrugs* I guess they just do things differently, @g-arya​​ .

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Bats and Super Hearing

Inspired by this original post from @dankmemeuniversity​ (that I reblogged with my own take on it)… 

… and some comments that followed, I thought I could treat this as a prompt and make a masterpost that I could add onto eventually. 😎

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Bruce and Clark, Part 2

Damian and Jon, Part 1

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Bats and Super Hearing: Damian and Jon, Part 1

Based on this post.

In Smallville, Kansas City, 0300 H...

Jon: *tossing and turning in his sleep, desperately trying to cover his head with a pillow*

Lois: *passing by Jon’s bedroom door with a glass of water from the kitchen*

Jon: *moaning, annoyed*

Lois: *stops, enters the room, and sits beside Jon* Baby? What’s wrong?

Jon: *groans, sits up, and rubs his eyes tiredly* Damian won’t shut up.

Lois: ...

Jon: *chuckling sheepishly and scratching his head after realizing that he basically blew their cover* In my dream! Dream Damian just won’t shut up, mom. Ha ha ha... Ha... Ha... *gulps*

Lois: ...

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In Gotham City, 0305H...

Bruce: *knocking on Damian’s bedroom door* Son?

Damian: *muffled* What, Father?! I’m busy.

Bruce: Doing what at three in the morning, son?

Damian: *muffled* Going over patrol plans with Kent! Why?!  

Bruce: About that... I just got off the phone with his mother, and...

Damian: *opens the door* -Tt-

Damian: Are we grounded?

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Oh, I can definitely imagine it, @warrior-of-the-blue-moon .

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Bonus:

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