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// CONTINUED

Bruce is on his knees in an alley, cradling Dick’s broken body. Blood on his hands. His cape spread uselessly across the wet pavement. Dick isn’t breathing. His son isn’t breathing.

Then-
A sudden pulse of light. Subtle and flowing like a ripple in a lake.
And Dick’s body... shifts. Limbs lengthen, hair lightens to a rich auburn. When it's over, the boy in Bruce’s arms isn’t Dick Grayson anymore.

He's someone else. He looks up at Bruce with startled, stormy eyes and gasps.

Bruce flinches. Pulls back. It's still him- still Robin. The suit fits. The posture is familiar. But this isn’t Dick. This is a stranger wearing his costume.

He stares in stunned silence as the boy stumbles upright, breathing hard, touching his face like he doesn’t recognize it.

“I don’t- I was- what just happened?! Where’s-“

He pauses. Clutches his chest. “I was dead. I was dead.”

And Bruce, the world’s greatest detective, doesn’t have a single answer for this familiar stranger. Just fear.

No one knows why Robin regenerates.

It started with Dick. Or maybe it started before him. Maybe “Robin” has always been one soul, looping endlessly through new lives, drawn to the symbol, to Bruce.

None of the Robins understand it. They just change. Always at a moment when in seems there’s no coming back from whatever ails them. They die and are reborn again in a single blink.

Every new regeneration forgets pieces of the last. But something always lingers. Muscle memory. A voice in a dream. A name they shouldn’t know.

// I just had to write a part two. Ive kinda fallen in love with this idea. Also: I love red-headed Jason, I had to include it here lol

What if the Robins weren’t separate people; they’re just regenerations of the same person, Time Lord–style.

What if each new Robin isn’t just Bruce taking in another kid? It’s Robin changing. Different faces and different personalities, but it’s all one being.

Damian isn’t Bruce’s son, he’s what came after Tim. Tim came after Jason, and Jason came after Dick. A line of rebirths of the same entity.

Dick is the original. He’s bright, joyful, loud. The kind of Robin who still believed being a hero was fun. His hope leads him to a tragic end.

Jason is the angry second regeneration: reckless, questioning, burning brighter and faster than anyone expected. It doesn’t end well.

Tim is the careful one. The self-aware one. The version that knew he wasn’t the first, and wouldn’t be the last. He’s clever and wary, but in the end, he still ends up like the others.

Damian is the current face. Sharper, darker, born with memories he doesn’t fully understand but instincts that don’t belong to a child.

Bruce doesn’t talk about it. He doesn’t understand it either. He’s confused and scared by what his logical, scientific mind wants to comprehend. It’s not magic. No, it has to be something he can wrap his head around- there always a reasonable explanation.

// I thought about including other Robins, but in the end, chose to stick to the main four. They’re the characters I know best.

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What if the Robins weren’t separate people; they’re just regenerations of the same person, Time Lord–style.

What if each new Robin isn’t just Bruce taking in another kid? It’s Robin changing. Different faces and different personalities, but it’s all one being.

Damian isn’t Bruce’s son, he’s what came after Tim. Tim came after Jason, and Jason came after Dick. A line of rebirths of the same entity.

Dick is the original. He’s bright, joyful, loud. The kind of Robin who still believed being a hero was fun. His hope leads him to a tragic end.

Jason is the angry second regeneration: reckless, questioning, burning brighter and faster than anyone expected. It doesn’t end well.

Tim is the careful one. The self-aware one. The version that knew he wasn’t the first, and wouldn’t be the last. He’s clever and wary, but in the end, he still ends up like the others.

Damian is the current face. Sharper, darker, born with memories he doesn’t fully understand but instincts that don’t belong to a child.

Bruce doesn’t talk about it. He doesn’t understand it either. He’s confused and scared by what his logical, scientific mind wants to comprehend. It’s not magic. No, it has to be something he can wrap his head around- there always a reasonable explanation.

// I thought about including other Robins, but in the end, chose to stick to the main four. They’re the characters I know best.

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Bucky “won” Steve’s shield in a game of poker in 1944. It’s been Bucky’s shield ever since. Steve’s just borrowing it.

Steve: throws himself into enemy fire with the shield.

Bucky, sipping coffee: “Technically, that’s mine.”

Steve: “You lost the next hand.”

Bucky: “And? You didn’t have anything else worth wagering.”

Flash forward to modern day, and Bucky still calls it his shield. Sam asks to hold it and Bucky just goes, “Sure, but be careful- it’s a family heirloom.

The Smithsonian plaque says “Captain America’s Shield,” but Bucky whispers “mine” every time he walks past it.

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Do you think Lucifer sheds feathers like we shed hair?

Imagine he’s mid-monologue in the precinct, and a white feather drifts out of his suit. Everyone stares. He doesn’t miss a beat- just sighs and says, “It’s because I’m an angel,” like that explains anything.

Ella blinks once and goes, “Ah, method actor shenanigans. Got it.”

Chloe is beyond done. “Lucifer. Why was there a seagull feather in your suit?”

Lucifer is immediately offended. “Celestial, thank you very much.”

Dan thinks this is hilarious. He probably starts calling him “Seagull Man” or something.

He tries to play it off, but everyone keeps finding feathers. His desk. The car. Her couch. At some point, Chloe just deadpans, “You're molting. Get a lint roller.”

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Clark Kent keeps a UV lamp at his desk at the Daily Planet like he’s a lizard.

Officially, it’s for his “seasonal depression.” Unofficially, it’s because artificial yellow sun exposure helps him recharge during long shifts.

Most of his coworkers just assume it’s somehow a Midwestern thing. Jimmy calls it his “emotional support sunbeam.” Lois teases him about needing his “warm little rock” to sit on like a gecko. Clark laughs along, pretending it’s all just for comfort and vibes.

Meanwhile, he’s secretly soaking up enough solar radiation to bench-press a tank.

He doesn’t need it most of the time, but deadlines + late nights + no access to actual sunshine = a discreet backup solar snack.

(Also, sometimes it’s just cozy. Even Superman likes to be a little toasty.)

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I can’t stop thinking about criminal human x mermaid. The criminal is trying to dispose if evidence by dumping it in a river and the mermaid is just like “yo you dropped this” and returns the items to the human like a dog playing fetch