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The Justice League + Batman except all of their contact happens through none other than the Signal. 

Batman knows the League, the League knows Batman. Sometimes they work together, sometimes he yells at them, every time he reminds them to stay the fuck out of his city and that he works alone/doesnt need their help

However. 

Every blue moon or so, the Justice League needs Batman’s help. 

So they call him up, use the special phone or button or whatever else device that Bruce gives them in case of emergencies

And who happens to answer this phone, call, text, button, every single time? 

None other than the Signal, or our beloved Duke Thomas. 

And Duke has zero fucks to give. He’s Bruce’s golden child, beloved by all Bats, randomly starts beef with the eldest two, and cannot be touched by a single creature on planet Earth or Bruce will start making it rain bodies. 

So Signal picks up the phone, or shows up in the Zeta tubes every time the League calls and is like “Yello?” 

And the League is like. “You- you're a child.” And maybe Nightwing is a part of the League at this point, maybe he’s complaining and is like “no! Fuckin- Signal go get Batman! This is a serious threat!” 

And Duke is just like “Is it as serious as the problem of your receding hairline, Dick? Because yea then I can see how this is a problem.” 

And Dick is just mildly put off and the League is shook, because every person creature anything that has a conscience in any way has never reacted to Nightwing like this before. 

And then theres this kid who just casually- a. Doesn't do what he asks, b. Insults him right to his face, and c. refers to him by an insult. It fucks with their minds

Nightwing doesn't seem to be that bothered by any of what was just said, and Signal shows up at the fight and he’s trained and well versed and he and Nightwing are in perfect sync and clearly know each others moves very well even though they seemingly exchange only four words and three of them were insulting and/or curse words

And Signal just. Becomes a constant. He’s snarky and sassy and a sweetheart and will not leave Nightwing tf alone and makes friends easily

And The League is comparing him to Batman, trying to see how on earth this human lightbulb and sunshine and the Devil incarnate are so close that Batman trusts Signal to do all his work like this

But then one day an issue arises that is severe and they genuinely need more than Signal, they need Batman

So Duke invites them into Gotham- even though they’re cautious and are like “r u sure?”- and Duke just waves them off and leads them through the city

And he stops every ten yards to wave to someone- either a shadow slipping around a corner or a brightly colored mask wearer who has the same bat symbol on their chest as Duke and eventually Green Lantern or someone works up enough courage to go “I thought he works alone?” And Duke starts having a coughing fit so severe Superman genuinely wants to return to the Watchtower to run diagnosis on him, but Duke finally recovers and goes “ha. Nah.” And doesn't answer any more questions

And they meet Batman in the Cave and are asking him for help and referring to the other, older missions they've done with Signal and how they could be correlating and Batman just stares at them in silence for five long minutes and they're like “oh no what did we do” and then he slowly turns to look at Signal who is not so casually inspecting his fingernails and goes- 

“You. Did. what.” And thats when the league realizes Signal has not been trusted to do all these missions with Batman, he’s just done them and never informed his mentor about it and everyone is braced and waiting for the storm to hit and Signal just flashes a smile and goes, sweetly, “But you were so busy!” And Batman stares at him for a few moments longer, sighs, and helps the JL with their mission, all the while keeping himself planted firmly between them and Signal- and the JL try not to breathe too loudly or let out gasps when all the earlier shadows and mask wearers from before come toppling through the Cave, complaining loudly and ignoring them completely as they cartwheel over Batman’s back and steal things right from his hands and casually chat up Green Lantern or try to steal Wonder Woman’s lasso and Batman just lets out one, slow, long suffering sigh and Signal grins, clapping in delight as he laughs and lets out a sharp whistle yelling “A’s got cookies!” And the Cave is suddenly empty again and 

Yea idk where I was going with this but please give me Duke and Bruce interactions and how royally it fucks with the Leagues minds. 

-Or even better- he brings Steph and Tim and Damian etc into the League but they all just think he has talented friends like Young Justice or smth and Nightwing but in reality they all came from the same orphanage and they don't discover this until they actually enter Gotham.

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Day 5 P: Jason Meets Damian in the League of Assassins

Sketchier style but i couldn't decide on a pose

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i am sick as a dog right now and decided to dedicate about forty minutes to writing this before I got bored and decided I should post it on tumblr instead of making it a full ass fic

pup!timdrake sickfic

Tim sniffled softy, rubbing at his eyes. He was sick, sick as a dog, though it was still three weeks before his mommy and daddy were getting back from their trip, and Mr's. Mac wouldn't come to check up on him till the end of the week, as she had already come yesterday.

The puppy could barely breathe out his nose, forced to huff and puff as he walked around his empty mansion, thinking of a solution. He toddled his way to the kitchen counter, standing on his tip toes to reach the home-phone. His daddy had made sure he memorised the phone numbers of anyone who could help him in an emergency, one of those numbers being the number of the neighbours, the Wayne's.

As he slowly recalled the digits, Tim's fingers clumsy dialed them into the phone. He had met Mr. Wayne various times at galas, and the man would always coo at him and attempt to introduce Tim to his sons.

The phone was picked up almost immediately, the polite voice of an unfimilair man filling Tim's ears.

"Alfred Pennyworth speaking. Go for the Wayne's?"

Tim wasn't too sure what to say, humming a little before murmuring, "Uhm, can I talk to Mr. Wayne, please?" He tried to keep his voice nice and sweet, but it came out more stuffy and raw.

"Of course. May I ask who this is?" Alfred spoke, a gentleness in his voice that Tim hoped he'd get to hear again.

"This is Tim. Uh, Drake. I live next door." The puppy said, hoping he didn't sound too yucky.

"Ah, well I will go fetch Master Bruce. Could you hold on just a moment, my boy?" And there was quickly silence, though not for long as Bruce's voice quickly filled it.

"Hello?" Bruce. Tim recognised that voice, it was comforting. He remembered Mr. Wayne soothing him once when he lost his parents at a party.

"Hi, Mr. Wayne, it's me, Tim!" The boy attempted not to sound excited, "I'm sick, and my mommy isn't home, and my daddy said that if I'm in trouble but it's not an emergency then I should call you… So uhm, I called you!"

"Well I'm very proud of you for calling me, puppy. How about you come stay with me for a bit, you can have some medicine, have a nice little nap, and then we can call your mommy. Would you like that?"

Tim would, he really would.

Mr. Wayne's home was warmer than Tim remembered, the sweet smell of omega lingering through the halls. Currently the boy was bundled up in Mr. Wayne's arms, after the older man had insisted that the puppy shouldn't walk if he was feeling ill.

Mr. Wayne had helped Tim pack a little bag, some basic toiletries, a spare change of clothes, and his special pillow that the boy seemed so embarrassed about asking to take despite how nice Mr. Wayne was.

Being in an alphas arms like this was making Tim sleepy, eyes fluttering shut before startling awake every couple seconds. Both Jack and Janet were betas, and didn't give off a very strong scent, though right now all Tim could smell was Bruce's leathery scent mixed with the sweet bubblegum onega scent that lingered on everything in the manor.

Tim was brought to a bathroom, where Mr. Wayne gently helped him brush his teeth, running the toothbrush in small little circles over the pup's milk teeth as Tim stood there compliant. Tim knew it wasn't bedtime yet, but with Mr. Wayne's gentle touch he didn't find himself minding.

When a tissue was held to his nose, the puppy knew to blow, though he didn't want to make Mr. Wayne all yucky with his snot, so he resisted.

"Come on, Timmy, you need to get all the gunk out," Mr. Wayne rubbed his shoulder in a way that reminded Tim of his mother, and he enjoyed the way Mr. Wayne chittered approvingly when Tim finally blew, nice and big.

When he was finally sat in Mr. Wayne's lap, a tv playing somewhere near, Tim started to really think. He wanted his mommy right now, he missed her and her faint pear scent, but mommy was away on some work trip that she had attempted to explain, though he didn't really understand.

He could hear Mr. Wayne talking on the phone, his voice low and sweet. Then, Mr. Wayne looked down, addressing Tim, "Do you want to talk to your mom, pup?"

Tim nodded desperatly, so excited when he heard his mommy's gentle cooing on the other end of the line.

"Hi mommy, I'm sick," Tim whined, his milky scent getting stronger despite his pack not being near enough to smell it.

"I heard, baby. Are you doing okay? Your father and I booked a flight home for tomorrow night, we'll get back in the morning. Are you okay to stay with Bruce until then, or do you want me to see if Mrs. Mac can come watch you?" Mommy's voice was so soft, so warm, Tim missed her.

"Uhm, I'm okay here, thank you mommy… Are you and daddy mad at me?" Tim couldn't help the shakiness that took over his voice, he hated it when mommy and daddy were mad at him—they weren't mean, not at all, but daddy's tone, and mommy's sighs were enough to make the small boy cry.

"Why would we be mad, puppy? It's not your fault you're sick, and we just want to be able to make sure our baby is okay," Mommy cooed, soothing the coiling guint in Tim's gut, "l know I'm not upset with you, and your daddy might be a little grumpy with having to come home early, but he doesn't care that much, he just wants you to be okay."

It wasn't long before his parents were home, before he was being scented by mommy so much he could finally smell a bit, before his daddy hugged him so tight his lungs twitched. His mommy and daddy weren't the best, but they loved him more than anything, ever.

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“Back the fuck up.”

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He can not in fact be normal

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has anyone made a D:BH au of batfamily yet? the idea of android tim drake is sort of eating at my brain right now

that solves so many things. tim left alone in the manor because he’s “not human” and “just an android” (i don’t subscribe to abusive drakes, just sort of neglectful and this gives a different viewpoint on why). he sees himself as expendable when it comes to being robin. he thought it was okay to help bruce wayne because he was built to be rhetorical perfect son, and bruce wayne just lost his. his self sacrificial tendencies because he’s Just An Android (not realising he has gone deviant a long, long time ago). my god. it’s so perfect.

double awesome if this is like an alice situation where tim was built to be NOT to seem like an android and instead a human child. i’m a genius

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spiderman kisses

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The reactions to The Batman part 2 announcements are always so funny on twt

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in my heart of hearts i do think that as a kid tim had bad luck in that every time his parents took him to the opera he would be like "please let this be the day the penguin decides to hold the entire audience of la traviata hostage and i get to be saved by batman and robin" to himself and it would not happen but inevitably the very next day on the 10 o'clock news it's breaking "no tragic ending for these operagoers! batman and robin save the day when mr. freeze tries to encase the entire gotham opera house in ice" and he's just there trying not to scream in frustration while his dad crosses his legs in his recliner chair and turns a page in his newspaper and chortles, saying "jeez we picked a perfect day to go, didn't we janet? one day later and we might've become the gotham city ice mummies" and tim gets upset because he should have become an ice mummy and janet has to be like "oh, darling, there's nothing to be scared of, mom and dad won't let anything like that ever happen to you" but he wants it to happen so bad. please, mad hatter. kidnap him. just once. that's all he asks for. just once.

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Jack, talking to Dana at PT: He's already spending so much time with Tim, so I don't need to worry about him disliking my kid, and he's thoughtful and has abs AND a butler. I'm spiraling, Dana, SPIRALING.

Dana: He sounds a little too perfect. What's the catch?

Jack: ...

*recalls the Robin outfit in Tim's room*

Jack: well

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I'm late to this particular meme party but if this isn't a panel redraw idk what it is

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wait your jj series is one kf my favourite things on ao3,,, i need some more jj and bernard stuff 😞😞🥀

This has been sitting in my ask box for ages, I'm so sorry ToT

Here, extra special since you probably forgot about this ask 💚🙏

(Featuring my J.J. AU AKA Jason adopts Tim as Joker Junior AU after Bruce put him in Arkham for two years before Jason broke him out... The specifics are on my Ao3-centric account, @chara-james-crack-corner . I have repeated this so many times.)

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Bernard: —And that's why they faked the moon landing!

Tim: . . . Have we even been to space?

Bernard: Picture this... Space came to us.

Tim, gasping:

Jason: What the f—

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Tim: Would you ever lobotomize me?

Bernard: Never.

Tim: Even if I attempted to kill you and everyone you loved?

Bernard: Of course not! You'd be trying to kill yourself then.

Tim: Aw :)

Bernard: Would you ever try to lobotomize me?

Tim: Only in a sexy way.

Bernard: . . . Marry me.

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Stephanie: Your boyfriend is cute. Can I take him?

Tim: No! He's mine. Forever.

Bernard: Woah, are you guys fighting over me?

Tim: There won't be a fight.

Stephanie: What happened to hoes before bros?!

Bernard: I think it's the other way around.

Tim: Bernard has flat chest and abs. You only have abs.

Stephanie: Wow. Gay.

Bernard: Get top surgery, he'd like you then!

Tim: I'm bi. It's just that Bernard's prettier.

Stephanie: This friendship is over.

Jason, walking in: . . . Why do kids keep showing up in my apartment?! I only brought one of you here!

Tim: Kon is also on his way! :D

Jason: My god...

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Bernard: Wanna join a cult this weekend for our date?

Tim, painting his nails: Only if I get to draw blood.

Bernard: Sounds good!

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Bruce: Where are they?

Jason, who was just on a stake out: Who?

Bruce: Don't play stupid, Hood.

Jason: I'm gonna be honest here, I don't know which "they" you're referring to. Tim? I'm gonna pretend he listened and is in his room sleeping right now. Bernard? —

Bruce: Who's Bernard?—

Jason: I think he's ghost hunting down in Crime Alley again, brought an Ouija board, I think he's trying to contact your dead parents.

Bruce: . . . Wha—

Jason: Superboy? Probably in my fridge again! AGAIN! And Spoiler is grabbing us snacks while we wait for this new drug dealer to show up so I can pop him.

Bruce: . . . Why do you have that many children?

Jason: WHAT!? THe only one I claim i—... Wait.

Jason: Seriously?

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Tim, dropping down 50+ flavored chapsticks: :)

Bernard: Uh. . . Care to explain?

Tim: I need you to help me personally test if these are all their actual flavors or not.

Bernard:

Tim:

Bernard: You could've just asked for a kiss, Tim.

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Bernard: We should do a trauma candy salad.

Stephanie: I feel like we'd lose to Tim by a little bit.

Bernard: It's not... You don't win or lo... Why?

Tim: I was kidnapped for three weeks shortly after the death of my Mother and tortured both mentally and physically by a man I was manipulated into thinking was my Father before I shot him and killed him in front of me then locked in an asylum where I'd only ever be able to be referred to as his son to keep Batman's secret safe! :D

Stephanie:

Bernard: BABE!?

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A hug they both need

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Doodled this two weeks ago