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i will always love the fact that dickie is a fan of superman HAHA REFFED OFF the original supes cover w some liberties taken
bonus robin version:
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"Oh, time won't let this heal so I guess I'm stuck here."
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Look I don’t care how implausible it is, I don’t care how ridiculous it is. Dick is eight years old when he becomes Robin. It’s the funniest fuckin thing and I refuse to ever make him older than eight when he bullies a grown ass Bruce into letting him go out at night with him.
Does Bruce take him on kiddie runs until he’s a little older? Maybe. Does Batman stand menacingly behind a brightly colored little bird to threaten the goons while Robin can’t see him? You know he does.
But Robin is still actually terrifying when he first appears on the scene, because he’s a teeny tiny fluttery little thing that does cartwheels and handstands and makes puns then launches himself full force to kick a man in the nose and then cackles when he bleeds. His laughter makes goons shiver, they hear it bouncing around warehouses and half of them bolt, because they learn very quickly what happens when a feral Robin appears.
The Gotham rogues all immediately have beef with a literal third grader because he took the bats attention away and also because he’s roundhouse kicked them all in the shins at some point and that shit hurt like hell, and then he laughed in their faces while making a pun about their villain name.
Majority of the rogues everywhere hate Nightwing because they all know he used to be the feral child that they all thought Batman should have put on a leash, half of them have been straight up bitten by him before he lost all his baby teeth, and they’re all so bitter about the fact that they’ve been beaten by an actual elementary school student. And now he’s all grown up? He’s fucking terrifying.
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Batman: Gotham Knights #26
Dick: I'm listening, I'm calm, I'm cool
Also Dick: *is performing a whole set of gymnastics across Babs' living room*
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my dream is to have Tim Drake and Duke Thomas sit down one day and talk about what it means to be Robin. Because their existence as characters featured two transformational takes on the mantle that I find reflect in interesting ways the period in which their characters were created in.
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it’s the blue boy !!! got the sudden urge to draw him and had to act on said urge immediately >:D
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For your bday prompts: going for the spirit of the season so how about a dc/dragon age fusion fic? It’s probably a tall order but maybe a small snippet of how the Batfam would translate in that setting?
an act of violence when you know how in dept i get with AUs lmao this is short but also will never leave my head fr the possibilitiesss
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The figure in the clearing couldn’t be Jason. Jason wasn’t a mage. More than that; they’d buried Jason four years ago. They hadn’t known if it was specifically his bones they’d set under the headstone, of course. There had simply been too many in Arl Howe’s estate. But every piece of evidence had pointed to that dungeon being where he’d disappeared to, and he hadn’t been one of the few who came out alive. There had been many, many horror stories from the survivors, precious few about anyone who escaped. And more than anything else, Dick thought he could be sure that if Jason had escaped he would’ve come home.
There had been stories from the townsfolk about an apostate living in the woods. Bruce was always hesitant to invite Templars in when he could deal with things himself. Or, at the very least, send Dick to deal with it.
Which was why he’d ended up in the woods. Trekking off the path, wondering if he was going to find someone actually dangerous, or just a wanderer taking shelter away from the townspeople. He never could have expected this.
The moment he was spotted was obvious; the figure had a blade in its hand in an instant, stance going defensive. Dick got closer, kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, but didn’t draw it. Part of him thought the resemblance would lessen as he got closer. There would be something that resolved, the feeling of unreality about the scene would dissipate. But the scowl that crossed the man’s face, when Dick broke the tree-line and came into full view, was exactly the same as he remembered on his brother’s face. Before he’d disappeared.
He didn’t look exactly the same. Which made sense; it’d been years. But for all that he was taller, shoulders broader, for all that he was filling out from the lanky teenager Dick remembered, the face was the same.
He said, “Jason.”
And any doubts he still had disappeared completely when Jason said, “Dick,” in his brother’s voice.
Dick said, “How?”
Jason’s expression darkened. He hadn’t lowered the dagger, was still standing like he expected an attack. Even the stance was familiar, though, up close. Bruce had taught Dick the same one.
He said, “What are you doing here?”
Dick’s eyes were flickering around his face, looking for anything past the scowl. He said, “People were talking about an apostate in the hills, Bruce sent—” but mentioning Bruce had Jason’s lip curling, a derisive light entering his eyes.
“There’s no one out here but me,” he said, low and vicious. “I’m not gonna bother the townsfolk, so long as none of you bother me.”
“Jason,” Dick said, took a few steps closer. “Why are you here, why would you—”
“So, you can go back and tell them that,” Jason cut him off, firmly.
Dick said, “I have to tell Bruce,” and watched his brother’s hand tighten on his knife.
Saw that light enter his eyes again; this time close enough to see it wasn’t just derision. There was something green and glimmering, flaring with the anger in his expression. It spread out like veins around Jason’s eyes, so bright Dick could almost see his bones through his skin.
“You’re not gonna tell Bruce shit.”
That was when he understood.
Not an apostate.
An abomination.
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*taps microphone* is this thing on? Okay…
🎤 THIS IS A REMINDER THAT ALL OF THE ROBINS ARE SMART, GENIUSES IN FACT. THEY ARE IN A FAMILY OF DETECTIVES. THATS LIKE THEIR WHOLE THING. ALL OF THE ROBINS (AND THE REST OF THE BATFAM TOO) ARE CLEVER, STRATEGIC, AND CAPABLE, NOT JUST TIM. (No hate to my boy Tim, though. I love Tim.) YES, EVEN THAT ONE. Thank you. 🎤
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Tim deciding to put a piece of paper with the Robin logo on it over the Batman symbol on the chair is already amazing (did he draw that? print it out?) but I like how Dick also specifically chose to sit in it while visiting during the parent teacher conference even though he didn't have to. "oh cool Tim made a Robin chair I gotta use it"
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I know the popular take is that Jason responds to familial affection by going ew fuck you gtfo off me or whatever but to be honest I think if someone actually tried it he's ending up weeping wailing face red sniffling coughing collapsing to his knees in the rain type of reaction just completely sopping pathetic. his eyes are so swollen he can't see shit and falls off a cliff
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So happy for Dick Grayson on finally getting his own alien who think all his fashion choices are the right ones and he is one hot fashion genius.
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