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my stylus just broke so now i can't even doodle like a sticky little iPad baby (booo ✋😯👎)

actively clawing myself out of the grave that is art block :(

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actively clawing myself out of the grave that is art block :(

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On some level, I need to experience Tim Drake crash-out core.

I know it's not an original thought to think that he would be one to completely loose it at a minor convenience after weeks of compartmentalizing, but I need full on, eye-twitching before he lashes out.

I might be projecting a little bit, but trust when I say this kid uses primal screaming therapy and breaks things.

Imagine screaming in a car or coming home from something and Tim quietly asking Dick or whoever else if he can let it out for a minute only for them to agree and being blown back by how guttural it is.

Swinging his bo staff around while yelling so hard his throat bleeds, tearing important documents up, throwing a water bottle at the wall, waving around frantic hands, and absolutely stunning anyone nearby into silence.

Maybe it's my own need to follow through with some screaming during finals season but I know in my heart that this is true.

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On the topic of Dick Grayson's birthday, and I know I'm late but ignore that, but what is going on??

Like, I know DC never locked it down and most people just slap it onto the first day of Spring, but consider this:

Dick's birth and adoption dates are both incredibly vague- and when I comment on his adoption know that I know he was a ward for a long time, but I need like a Bruce and Dick moment where he's like "will you be my son?" And then everyone cries.

Point is, and the point is incredibly angsty, that when Dick is nine, he just knows his birthday is the first day of Spring. When his custody is transferred again and again before Bruce, any sign of foreign birth certificate is lost in the system (not to mention Dick was literally born in a circus so that already makes things a little muddy).

They celebrate accordingly, very hesitant and usually on March 20th.

Another point, slightly lighter and because I refuse to admit that Bruce never officially adopted Dick, is that they do celebrate his Gotcha Day.

Maybe it wouldn't be openly celebrated, but it would be at the very least unspoken acknowledged.

Dick's favorite dinner, a family movie night, and even maybe a small token.

He never expects anyone to really know, but I think the fact that there's a highlighted date with no words in each child's assigned colored code on the family calendar is enough to make Dick at the very least smile.

It's definitely a fond memory. Even though the whole idea of a Gotcha Day is pretty Western, I still like to think Dick still feels like it's a reminder of when he got a happy thing in dark times.

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One thing I feel like I consistently seem to forget to share, somehow, is that Red Robin is most likely to hold onto a grudge like a grubby kid and some candy he found in a dumpster.

I know this argument has been made before, but I want the Tim Drake who actively judges people for simply breathing wrong.

I need the kid who's actively judging other heroes at all times, who has no patience for incompetence, and who aggressively parents grown men who dress as bats in their free time.

I need a Tim Drake who side-eyes his teammates. The kid who actively has to hold back from making spreadsheets detailing every trait that doesn't meet his own incredibly high expectations (whether the traits are his own or another person's is debatable).

I need him mentally ranking each person he interacts with by how much of a liability they are, both in field and as people with active roles in his life (maybe a lingering effect of parents who tired but weren't really there).

And sure, he outgrows judging people for things they can't control, but damn if you do something stupid.

Don't get me wrong, I've consumed a lot of Tim Drake: emotionally inept mess who needs love, but I want that paired with the same kid who looked Red Hood in the eye and literally scoffed.

I need this because I need a petty Tim who goats Jason on because yeah, they're good now and even consider themselves lightly family, but hey, 'remember that time you tried to kill me?'

I need this because I need Tim Drake: in need of love and reassurance, but because the people he judges includes himself.

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the first two photos were later sold to a local newspaper and the last one was posted on dick grayson’s instagram with the caption “opps want to see me fall 💪🏋️‍♂️”

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The first time Bruce sees a body is through a news report on his father's desk. The second and third times are behind a movie theater with his mother's collarbone exposed like a shiny necklace marking her for death.

He loses track after that; it is Gotham after all (even if you count his time overseas).

The point is, he's prepared for this. Maybe not this close to his own home, though, three blocks into Bristol and just down the road from where he knows the owners of the car reside.

The car is flipped onto its hood, propped slightly up against a tree 40 feet from the borderline country road where the tree line begins.

Bruce knows from a glance alone that the Drakes are dead. It pings something like guilt in his chest because he was supposed to have dinner with them and one or two other neighbors downtown.

The restaurant was too close to the old theater for Bruce to feel fully comfortable attending, so he canceled, sent Dick to bed early, and ventured out into the night.

He's not even responding to the crash via page, he was on his way home.

The car's been here for hours.

Metal creaks and glass shifts across the asphalt as Batman creeps closer to the car. A sniffle, and a groan, and suddenly Bruce is reminded that the two bodies up front are crushed and cold.

He crouches to see where the last bit of breathing is coming from.

“I threw up.”

Bruce freezes, cowled eyes locked with light blue ones. “Mr. Wayne?” Something like alarm bells ring in his head at the use of his name. He glances at the bodies, then at the child in front of him.

“It’s okay, Tim. I won’t tell anybody.”

Bruce puffs himself up a little bit, hopefully to distract Tim from where he can so very clearly see his parents.

"Why don't you come out here, with me?" Bruce croons.

Tim nods slowly and Bruce unclips his cape to lay over the class covered roof.

Bruce does a once over of the child and pulls him away from the wreckage once he's crawled out from where his booster seat was hanging above him. Tim tackles his waist in some broken attempt of a hug.

He's supposed to be prepared for this.

Bruce Wayne's Butler reports a car crash only three miles from his employer's home. Officially, Batman is the first to respond. The EMTs are second.

Bruce Wayne receives an emergency placement as the closest and most available registered foster patent in the area.

Batman takes Tim Drake to Wayne manor; he also tucks him in.

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Duke as the literal bat signal and Tim as a whole restaurant may actually get me

batman…..

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It terrifies Bruce, a little, that the first time Batman and Robin pull up to a mauling victim, Robin is acutely calm.

The girl is young, and Batman and Robin were made known to the scene pretty quickly as Batman scares off the dog with a taser.

Despite being the adult, he balks a little at how well Dick handles the toddler in front of him.

Later on, when the girl is seen by paramedics and the mother is finally calmed after being assured that the only physical damage present would be some scarring on her left leg, Bruce takes Dick out for ice cream for being so brave.

Then again, Dick was the one to threaten death upon his parents' murder at the ripe age of 9.

But the incident is filed away, deep in the archives of the BatComputer.

Dick is much older, and has seen much more, but he's still calm when one of his brothers is half-torn apart by a shark on an impulsive surfing trip with their hero friends.

Everyone is panicking because as much as they'd loathe to admit, seeing something that gory is so completely different than being in costume (because being in costume means they're at the very least prepared).

But Dick is calm, and his first aid more immaculate than ever.

When someone asks him about it, how he can stay so calm, he's suddenly 7 again.

He's 7 again and watching his Uncle-not-really-uncle getting mauled by one of the sick tigers. He's watching as his father rushes to help and calms the crowd down.

When he asks his father why he was not scared, he receives this.

"I was terrified for my friend, but panic makes your hands shake, makes you slow. He did not need my fear, he needed me."

Dick tells them that.

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Absolute Queen

I wish I had the effort to fully render cause I get about halfway and call it a day

Anyway here’s some Starfire art because I could not resist this absolute royal beauty

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It was never our intention but DC has started to listen to the nagging 😔

I would like to humbly apologise for being a Tim Drake fanatic and possibly being one of the many of us who made ‘Replacement’ become canon.

I hope you can all forgive me for whatever part I had to play in this.

(I don’t think I’ve even used it before lol)

(This is satire.)

(… mostly.)

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Dick Grayson will never not be entertaining to draw (you can’t tell me this man wears sunscreen)

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Somehow, I've got it into my head that Damian actually looks nothing like Bruce. They've got the same brow bone, maybe, and the lips too.

But Damian has green eyes, though they're not quite like Talia's either. In fact, he looks almost nothing like her. Enough so that Bruce had considered she wasn't even Dami's biological mother and a surrogate was used.

Then, Dami gets taller, and older, and he pierces his ears much to Tim's absolute delight (only because Damian had asked him to help) and Bruce's absolute horror.

After Bruce gets over that he gifts a pair of small diamond earrings that his mother had worn almost exclusively unless there was another event and it's like his frontal lobe has developed a second time because staring back at him is the face of his mother.

He's certainly younger and his skin is about three shades different- the only thing he seemed to inherit besides Talia's attitude. But she had the same muddy-green eyes, the same ears, cheekbones, hair texture, everything.

Damian looks like Martha Wayne reincarnated, and Bruce is suddenly aware that he had almost forgotten what she looked like.

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still working on that girl!tim fic but here’s some art of her in the meantime :)

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When Bruce took him in, Jason was hesitant to go back to school.

He knows he's smart, being placed into advanced reading in fifth grade does that to a person. But after spending the better part of his childhood caring for a mother so sick he starts to skip school... things like Lord of the Flies become obsolete.

Then his mother dies, and he drops school completely to fully focus on his survival. He tried to go back once, but the office tried to sick social services on him.

So, when he's not scrounging around for something to help aid his survival, he's at the Gotham Public Library to fill out his education as he sees fit. Most of it is classical reading and occasional fiction. He does learn a lot about cars, though.

Batman takes him home, and despite no longer being completely unsure of where his next meal comes from, he spends most of his day trying to reinvent a schedule that doesn't make him go crazy. Robin can only take up so much time before even that makes him go mad. So, Bruce suggests he go back to school.

He's supposed to be a sophomore. At least, that's what his age says, and he's technically tested into 11th Grade Writing. The school barely lets him join halfway through the year as a freshman due to his lack of formal education and math scores.

Despite a huge ego blow and definite self-confidence issues, he actually really enjoys school. His favorite teacher is actually an art teacher, because she's nice and grades on effort, not skill. He's even made a few tentative friends. Even if he gets sent to the office for beating the crap out of a kid picking on some middle-schooler for being considered to skip another grade, that's his business, not the teachers'. Besides, he knows he's smart, and that's what matters.

Then he dies.

He spends the next couple months after he wakes up a husk of who he is, barely able to string thoughts coherent enough to get himself fed and find a place to sleep. After that, he spends his days in some old compound surrounded by personal tutors and taught by what might be the oldest family alive.

Then, Talia tells him about Batman's new Robin, and he feels like a used car part that failed to make the car run again to eventually be replaced by a new car entirely. He starts researching as soon as he gets out of the compound.

It's weird, cause this kid used to be in his math class and barely spoke two words to him despite sitting right next to him. Now he's jumping around wearing Jason's old colors.

A kid, who was healthier when Batman picked him up. A kid, whose parents were still alive, who never had to want growing up because he already had everything ready at his beck and call. A kid, who despite skipping school to galivant around with Bruce, is still three years ahead the academic norm.

Tim got everything he wanted and more, and Jason was held back.

Isn't that just the kicker?

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Tim vapes.

To his friends, namely the ones at school and not so much in Young Justice, this ain’t anything surprising. It’s popular for his age group and given how he has various roles in life that cause anxiety and his poorly concealed PTSD from being Red Robin, it makes sense he’d turn to something for comfort.

That comfort just happens to be an addiction to the ‘cancer usb’s his brother Dick once went on a two hour rant about.

Jason once got grounded and forced to watch a PowerPoint video made by Dick and Bruce after he was caught with a cigarette while still Robin. Jason still kept up the bad habits, but he normally turned to a drink or smoke when things were really bad. It was both recreational and a treat that he only had a few times a year, or month in the case of alcohol.

Tim doesn’t take breaks unless he’s on patrol.

It started when he was thirteen and was so tired from starting work with Wayne Enterprise and Robin that he didn’t give his usual response to his friends offer of a hit.

The passion fruit guava flavour settled easily in his chest, most likely due to how he had a lot of self control with his body. He coughed a storm afterwards but quickly found himself coming back for a hit or two during school breaks.

It only took a month for him to buy his first one after some research. He bought the least damaging one for his body even if he knew that lessening such damage didn’t fully remove it.

He started with grape.

Then once that died, he bought sour apple.

Then fairyfloss.

Then strawberry mango.

Then birthday cake, which he genuinely didn’t think could be real but alas.

It took almost four years for anyone in his family to notice and by pure luck it was his actual father who would end up dying a few months later. Tim remembers how guilty he felt when he realised his father would no longer be yelling at him for his ‘fruity fucking stink’ and that such a thing gave him genuine relief. He shouldn’t want his dad to be dead, yet…

It was then Tim realised that maybe he should try slow down his usage, and challenged himself to go a whole hour before a hit, then two and then finally three before he decided that would be enough for a while.

It’s on a particularly bad patrol when he saw a kid get hurt and wasn’t in time to save her from some likely permanent damage that he forwent his rule of vaping in the suit and took several hits while against a wall in his Red Robin attire.

He was just stating to feel the calm fully settle in his bones as his last puff of sour rainbow exited his lunged when he heard a voice just a few feet away.

“How dare you disgrace the name of Robin with that filth!”

Tim jumps up immediately but no training would prepare him for how quickly Damian comes over and snatches the vape from his hand.

Damian is gone quicker than he can get himself together and he only just managed to shout and run after him with his growing panic.

Tim watches his youngest brother vanish from sight and knows he’s doomed.

When he gets back to the cave a few hours later after trying to hide away from his problems, he’s finished his second vape (star fruit grape) from pure stress.

He’s met with the entire family sans Jason giving him the most disappointed and concerned look he’s seen since he confessed he lost his spleen and didn’t tell anyone.

Damian won’t meet his eye but even then Tim can tell from years of studying his younger that even Damian feels a little guilty for outing him, but as Dick looks close to tears with how upset he is the others resolve clearly strengthens.

Tim doesn’t blame him, even if he’s mentally going over all the symptoms of nicotine withdrawal.

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Current drawing for a fic I’m writing involving one baby faced Bart Allen and girl!Tim Drake

excuse my lazy attempt at rendering