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~ Batman: Detective Comics (2016)

I'm living for how Bruce is written in DC 2016. He is a caring father, he has flaws but everyone does, that's normal, and he tries. He listens to others, or at least hears what they are saying. Here, he listens to Tim's plan for Gotham, and he agrees with him (proud dad mode a lot with Tim). He decides to follow Tim's vision, and even after Tim is gone, he wants to continue to realize Tim's vision. When Steph gets mad at him, he doesn't try to fight her, he wants to listen to her and explain himself. He tell people he is worried about them and cares for them, even if they don't believe him. (steph) He wants his people to take care of themselves, and if that means they don't put on the capes for a while, then so be it.

And this scene is so good. It's the passage from a generation to another, the transformation of the Batman's legacy. The mission takes another form. It's Bruce admitting that it's time for his way to die, it has served its time and his purpose. Tim is seeing further away than Bruce because Bruce was blinded by his grief, and his son is showing him the sight over the fog.

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at the coronation of aragorn elessar

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some photos

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Cassie with a little more Greek design

Got inspired by a mha pose someone drew 😺

https://www.tumblr.com/ifearloveisviolence/747909645292765184/a-lil-chaco?source=share

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oh BTW here's my teeny tiny list of my favourite pigeon species

White breasted ground dove

Nicobar pigeon

Cinnamon headed green pigeon

Yellow footed green pigeon

Pheasant pigeon

Yellow breasted fruit dove

Many coloured fruit dove

Crowned pigeon

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Steph very explicitly stating that she never told Dean about the kid and that he left because of the earthquake and yet every single post about her daughter for some reason claims he left her because of the pregnancy, I think we need to get the calculators back out because shits not adding up

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litte dick and tim art

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“It was only six feet,” muttered Dick.

“What did you just say?”

Dick sighed and rubbed his face. “I know you woke up in a grave and it was very traumatic for you, but you’re acting like this is the only time it had ever happened to anyone. You just had to dig straight up. Do you hear me complaining about it?”

"I'm sorry, did my ongoing trauma from being beaten to death and then waking up in a confined box make you feel uncomfortable, Dick?"

"You just keep going on about it like you're the only person who has ever experienced this. It sucks. No question. But getting out for you was basically on easy mode."

"It tore my fingernails off. I almost SUFFOCATED."

"That is part of being in a coffin, yes Jason."

“What are you talking about?” Tim walked into the room, towelling his hair dry from his shower.

“Being buried alive.”

“Digging myself out of my own grave.” Jason and Dick answered simultaneously.

“Well which is it?”

Jason glared at Dick. “Digging myself out. Dick here thinks that I’m blowing things out of proportion by being slightly upset about that building partly collapsing on me tonight.”

“Well, that is a conversation I can’t contribute to, so I’ll leave you both to it and go to bed.” Tim dropped the towel in a laundry basket and started to walk away.

“Tim,” Dick reached out to catch his arm. "What do you mean, which one?"

Tim shrugged a shoulder. "Well the only insights I have about being buried alive are 'sit tight and wait for rescue and slow your heartrate so you're not using so much oxygen' so I don't really think I need to be here. Good night."

"When have you ever needed that? And if you did, you didn't try to dig yourself out?" Jason said skeptically. "That's your view? Stay in one spot and wait for help? Because trying that in Ethopia worked so well for me."

"I was under a concrete slab. There wasn't much that I could do."

Dick tugged Tim around to face him more fully. "And when was this exactly? I don't remember that case report."

"It was during AzBats; that's why you haven't read it. And I was fine. Steph eventually got me out."

They stared at each other. Dick looked away first. "I wish you'd had more support back then."

Tim smiled, one side of his face quirking up. "You had your own problems."

"Wait a minute. Back up. When was this?" Jason interrupted.

Dick looked back at Tim. Tim rolled his eyes up slightly. "When Tim here was a little baby Robin. Thirteen or so."

"Excuse you, I had had my fourteenth birthday by then. I had my licence."

"Oh I'm sorry, when he was fourteen years old. And far more grown up."

"That's right."

"You were buried alive under concrete?" Jason sounded incredulous.

"It happened. Why, did you think you were the only one? Dick once tunneled out of a grave sideways and almost fell off a cliff into the sea."

"I didn't think you knew about that one," Dick said, his voice soft.

Tim grinned. "You left some notes in your own computer system about it."

"Stalker."

"You like me that way."

"You've both also been buried alive?" Jason threw his hands in the air.

"Mmhmmm." Tim yawned and stretched, walking towards the stairs.

"As I was saying, it can get a bit tiring listening to you go on about it," Dick added, following him.

"I DIED!"

"Yes and you never ever let any of us forget it." Dick slung an arm over Tim's shoulder, then turned his head back to look at Jason. "Want some hot chocolate before bed?"

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Just the way this annual plays with so many beats that come up again:

(Detective Comics Annual #4) Tim: Look, Alfred, he's in really bad shape. Maybe we should get him to a medical center... Bruce: No! Take me home... to the Batcave. Don't want to die... [text getting smaller] ...in a hospital...

(Detective Comics #664) Tim: We've got to get him to a hospital. Alfred: We are taking him back to the cave. Tim: A real hospital, Alfred. Alfred: We will do the best for him that we can, Robin. I've repaired his broken body many a-- Tim: But it's never been this bad. He could be paralyzed. He could die. Alfred: We've been here before, he and I. Tim: Listen to me, Alfred! WE have got to take him to a hospital. We've got to save his life. Alfred: The only life that's important to him is his life as Batman. Take him to a hospital and you'll expose Batman to be Bruce Wayne. You'll save his body, certainly. Bu you will have killed the man. We will return to the cave and stabilize him until we can come up with a plausible story to explain how Bruce Wayne might have suffered these injuries. Are we clear on that Mister Tim? Tim: I'm sorry, Alfred. Get us to the Batcave, Paul.

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While I'm still going a little insane over Detective Comics Annual #4, take some panels:

Bruce: No, keep back! Keep your hands off me, Alfred. I have to know...! I-- Alfred: Sir...?

Alfred: It's putting a terrible strain on your heart. Sir... you'll kill yourself. Bruce: I don't care, Alfred, as long as I take the man who killed Tim with me.

Bruce (Thought): Tim couldn't breathe either... they came for him... shot him... and where was I? In the Batcave... cowering... hiding from what I'd become, and Tim was out there, taking my place... ...in life and then in death. Talia killed him. But it was me she was after. She called me beloved... doesn't make sense...

Waverider (narration): I am now convinced that in peace or anger, Batman will not become the monarch. But he could have been, or worse, had he so chosen.

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"Tim was out there, taking my place in life and then in death."

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thinking about the 1991 annual where Bruce gets his back broken and tim goes out and dies in the bat suit and Dick is nowhere to be seen again

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spellcasting isn't like academia it's like writing. spellcasting is about saying "you know what would be really fucked up?" and then making it happen anyway. because you can.

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Which of these fanon misconceptions or tropes irritate you more?

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also i think there's a tendency to cherrypick tim's moments of morally grey thought musings as a gotcha for the idea that tim is totally cool with murder and just one bad day away from shanking someone only kept in line by the "rules", when in reality. tim's thoughts of moral greyness, the ruminations on what they're doing and why they're doing it the way they do and why they can't cross the line they set. he's not. alone in that. like. at ALL. dick has reckoned with wanting to kill someone (sigh. the joker). dick lowkey didn't want to give someone a chance at redemption simply because he hurt bruce (bane). bruce has thought about killing (and almost killed) both the joker & black mask. bruce is very frequently ruminating on his role and why he can't kill even if he wants to. barbara has very seriously considered killing and has wanted to kill. cassandra has killed and used that as the basis of her staunch belief that nobody dies tonight, but she's also still in frequent conversation with what that means ethically and morally. tim having doubts or trying to remind himself why they do what they do or debating their rules to himself is not some grand outlying abnormality here, it's par for the fucking course.

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The Fandom: Tim is okay with murder.

Tim:

- Red Robin

"It's numbing to think about it. Life means nothing to these killers. Is it irony? That a man so desperate to live forever [Ra's Al Ghul] surrounds himself with death? That the greatest killers in the world are now being killed themselves? Part of me says they deserve it. They're reaping what they sow. But I push the thought aside. If that's how we worked, the Joker would be dead a thousand times over. That's the rule, and I hold on to it. I'm going to hold on to it forever, no matter what."

(He isn't okay with murder actually)

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