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Speedy II Mia Dearden

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Speedy II Mia Dearden

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics), DCU, Batgirl (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Nightwing (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Characters: Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Duke Thomas, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, can be read as Steph/Cass, Birthday, Birthday Party, Stephanie Brown is a Good Friend, everyone loves Cassandra cain, Oneshot, Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels Summary:

Stephanie always tries her best to make her friends happy. Cassandra Cain was no exception.

Cass’ birthday was coming up and Steph would be damned if she didn’t throw the best party ever

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Hi guys, just before Christmas my mum was diagnosed with skin cancer. She’s such a wonderful mum and I’d like to give back to her. Please donate or share this go fund me I’d really appreciate it. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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It’s spoopy season 💀👻🎃

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[IMAGE ID: The silhouettes of two boys appear in front of a large window with three main segments, with one boy sitting in front of the window segment on the left, and the other boy sitting in fron of the window segment on the right. The third window segment separates the two boys, both of whom are facing away from the viewer. Each segment of the window has twelve window panes, which are cracked and hazy, casting a yellow-white haze across the image. The boy on the left holds a pipe in his left hand, and the boy on the white has a large hoodie on. Centered across the bottom of the image is the text "To Hold Us Together" written in century font, and is colored in a teal reminiscent of that which Nightwing classically wears. END ID]

This is a snippet from my story To Hold Us Together that I did for the @batfam-big-bang . Read the full first chapter on Ao3

Big thanks to @nycis @sultcnah @??? for being amazing betas

The fantastic header is made by @bisexualoftheblade

@enbykonel and @spiderman1644 also have made some amazing art!

To Hold Us Together

Trauma was common ground when it came to Dick’s family. It wasn’t right— wasn’t fair; they were all so young, so good, they didn’t deserve to be haunted by such horrors. But the lifestyle they all chose was not an easy one. You don’t get to try and save Gotham night after night and walk away scar free. You don’t get to put away criminals again and again without having to constantly watch your back. You make enemies. You lose friends. Sometimes you lose yourself. That’s just how it goes and Dick had learned to accept that, albeit reluctantly. By now, he had learnt to manage the shitstorm that was his brain, quite efficiently if he did say so himself. Plaster on the signature Golden Boy smile, overcompensate for B’s lack of affection among the boys with spontaneous hugs and hair ruffles, laugh at his own bad puns and be the big brother.

Being the big brother meant a lot of things; sometimes it meant giving Tim a comforting hug or watching movies well into the morning with Damian, or drinking hot chocolate at midnight with them both. Other times it meant breaking into the safehouse his more temperamental little brother was residing in. Now was one of those times. The clock had just struck five in the afternoon when Dick carefully slid through Jason’s living room window, making sure to bypass all the security measures he had in place— Jason could rival Bruce when it came to paranoia. Dick had only been in Jason's safehouse twice before, both times for the same reason he was there currently: to cook. It wasn’t that Jason couldn’t cook for himself, from what Dick could remember Jason had been well versed in helping Alfred cook dinner back when they were younger. Back before Jason…

Now Jason was busy, occupied, flighty. Growing up on the streets had made Jason, for lack of a better word, cautious. He had taught himself to never put down roots, never stay in one place for too long, never become dependent on anyone but himself. His way of thinking had changed slightly when he had become Robin, though he still hadn’t become dependent on others. (Dick had been far too aware of the way Jason hoarded food that he thought no one would notice missing or the way he would stash what Dick could only assume were “getaway’’ bags around the manor). Maybe comfortable was a better way to describe him? Trusting maybe too, if only in the loosest sense of the word. But that time had been fleeting and Jason… well he was back now, just more paranoid, more vigilant, more damaged.

And Dick couldn’t blame him one bit. The result was that Jason tended to fall short in the “self-care” department; he lived off a concerning mix of cheap alcohol and ready meals. His safehouse held little to no personal touches; a tatty couch, a rug that looked liked it had once been silky and blue when the original owner purchased it but was now ragged and a greyish colour, a cracked and stained coffee table, the bare minimum required to have a functioning kitchen and a temperamental television. Dick had only seen the conjoined kitchen and living room but he imagined the rest of the house was much of the same. To Jason, Dick was sure, it was convenient— but to Dick it just looked sad.

So Dick came round to cook. It was his way of playing brother to Jason, his way of extending an olive branch, so to say. Honestly he’d prefer it to be different; Dick would rather Jason trusted him, would rather give him advice and company and comfort. Jason would never let him. Violence was a language Jason spoke fluently, physical and verbal. Support? Trust? Bonding? Less so. Talking about the things they’ve both faced was like walking through a minefield and Dick was sure it was he who wouldn’t survive the interaction. Cooking was easy, it made him happy, allowed him to convince himself that Jason was doing okay, and that Dick was helping, in some way or another. It was safe.

His mother had taught him to cook when he was younger, she would tell him how her mother had taught her and how her mother had been taught by her mother before that. She would tell him how the food they cooked was the food of her people, of his people. Cooking had always been a communal event, all the people at Haly’s Circus would help and then they’d sit together and eat. Sometimes there would be singing and dancing, Dick could remember trying to copy the contortionists, much to everyone’s amusement. There would always be laughter, always be joy. There would always be people.

Read more:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26876902/chapters/65578225

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That moment when you drop off the face of the earth 🙄✌️

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Turns out the only thing I can draw atm is Steph or Cass

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Finally finished :))

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Credits to @batfammemes for the original meme

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“Color Me!” Stephanie Brown | White and Transparent background versions’

Feel free to reblog if you color it! No rules! Have fun!

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Actually working on developing an art style and who better to experiment with than Cass!

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I said art was on a pause and it IS but my brain had plans :/ don’t know when I’ll finish this tho

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Art is paused atm while i work on my fic for the big bands event so until then have this snippet of one of my wips

“Thought you quit.” It wasn’t an accusation but it wasn’t not an accusation.

“I had. For a bit. Started up again though. Things have been difficult.”

Jason gave a noncommittal hum in response, taking his own drag off the smoke and exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up into the night sky. “Lian doesn’t like it when you smoke.”

Roy scoffed and then chuckled humourlessly. He knew that. Jason knew he knew that. There was no point in saying it apart from guilt tripping him. And it worked. God Roy felt like shit. Every fuck up he had ever committed was currently playing over and over again in the back of his mind, his every thought was drowned out by some bastard voice that was insistently letting him know what a shit person he was. It sounded a bit like Ollie. The rational part of his mind knew Ollie wouldn’t say that to him, well at least not anymore, they had reconciled their differences and were working towards a more healthy relationship. The exhausted, larger part of Roy just didn’t care enough to be rational.

“Why did you call me, Roy? Because somehow I don’t think it was to simply put your kid to bed,” Jason sighed, still staring into the house. He looked rough, like he hadn’t slept in a week and knowing Jason, that could easily be the case.

And why had Roy called him? Because he was too tired to parent his kid? Was that it? Or perhaps he just missed Jason, it had been a while since he had last seen him and Lian had been asking when “Jay-Jay” was coming round for a good couple of weeks. Friends called each other, that was a normal thing to do. But no, that wasn’t it, Roy was too much of a coward to admit the real reason though.

“I don’t know,” Roy settled on saying, he was lying through his teeth and Jason knew it.

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I sold my soul to be able to draw this

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Cass’ outfit, though aesthetically pleasing, is a pain in the ass to draw. I love her anyway though. ♥️🥺

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Sometimes not sleeping causes productivity