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okay I know we’re all still discussing the ripple effects of Damian’s choice to be a doctor instead of a hero but where is my 35k one shot hurt/comfort identity porn/ identity reveal batfamily fic where he has to treat one of his own siblings in the costume? years later after he’s left this all behind, with some hand wavey time nonsense, there’s a half-dead still-on-fire vigilante in bay 6 and he’s midway through an ER shift from hell and he knows that profile. he knows those boots. he knows that costume —

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The ghouls working hours.🩸🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️

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Genuinely I’ve had so many adult doctor damian thoughts and so much of them are just “he tries to have a completely normal life but opens up his own practice and ends up being that doctor that every vigilante or goon goes to for suspicious injuries” like he doesn’t even notice it’s consistently happening until one day it registers that he’s become that guy that gets called up at all hours of the day for anything hero related because somehow he earned the entire Gotham vigilante sphere’s trust as a doctor with his honest and blunt demeanor and empathetic nature to cover costs for people who can’t afford his care. It just happened completely on accident and now he has his brothers and all of their new sidekick kids and villains and goons all showing up to get treated at his regular legitimate medical practice. Especially funny if he’s a paediatrician but a lot of his patients are just random 40 year old dudes bc of that. He basically becomes a Leslie-esque figure being there for all of the hero’s in Gotham who need him, and never getting involved with the “real” side of stuff. Maybe a lot of goons who go to him don’t even know he was ever a hero, just that he’s a wayne kid and is a good guy to go to. But he can still take care of himself and his innocent patients whenever anything goes bad because you KNOW he kept up his personal training and skills even in private/occasional practices with his older siblings.

But that’s even sadder if, a La your last post, he actually just completely distanced himself from the hero side of his family and hasn’t seen some of his siblings in YEARS the first time they show up in need of his care,, my god,, especially if it’s dick or Tim and he hasnt talked to them in so long and they’re on the verge of death but he brings them back and the first thing they see when they wake up is their little brother all big and grown and frowning down at them in concern with that little furrow in his brow that makes him look so angry and- god, he looks just like DAD.

I think if I was one of the Batkids and woke up from near death experience #83 and there was a younger version of Bruce (Damian) sitting on the edge of my bed after not seeing Damian for 10 years or so I would actually lose it. Biblically.

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“Jay’s sneakers swayed as Bruce folded him up into his arms. Tim’s answering smile faded, quiet and slow, as his eyes met the ache etched into the older Jason’s face.”

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JL finding out bat secrets, but it's in the most simple ways.

Barry: how old do you think Robin is?

Oliver: you met him last week, he's like 12

Barry: yeah but like, he was 14-ish when we started the justice league

Hal: maybe he's an immortal vampire like batman

Nightwing: that's ridiculous

Hal: we have aliens and gods on this team. Why not vampires?!

Wally: can't be immortal if he was 14 then but 12 now

Barry: I've cracked it, there's more than one

Oliver: Your genius amazes and astounds

Barry: So the first Robin should be like 30 by now

Dick: WHAT

Dick: 30! IM 26

Dick now in crisis: I AM NOT THAT OLD YET

Barry: Hold on, wha-

*Wally silently laughing at Dick despite them being almost the same age*

Oliver: Were you Robin?!?!?!

Dick: I can't believe this betrayal! It's called mid 20's and you're no longer invited to Christmas Ollie!

Oliver: I was invited to your Christmas!?!

Wally: Well, not anymore you're not

Hal: Can I come?

Dick: that's up to Batman

Hal:...

Dick: Coward, this is why you aren't invited to family Christmas

Barry: YOURE RELATED TO BATMAN?!

Oliver: I WAS INVITED TO BATMANS FAMILY CHRISTMAS?!?!?!

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dick and jason being antagonistic siblings. no more soft shit let them punch each other at 7am bcs jason ate the last of dicks cereal. dick loses a tooth and they’re banished to opposite sides of the house until they agree to apologise to each other. they’re not allowed to sit next to each other on the couch/during meetings bcs they always end up trying to shove each other off their seats. one time jason came all the way to the manor, walked in, shot dick in the face with a water pistol, and then went back home to crime alley without saying a word. the first time red hood was asked to join the jla for a briefing on the watchtower nightwing ended up sumo-slamming him into the table and the entire jl were so freaked out by the uncharacteristic crash out that they thought nightwing was compromised by mind control, only for batman to tiredly inform them that it was because red hood had just messaged nightwing in the family groupchat that he ‘looked like a little bitch with that new haircut’.

theyre assholes with a baffling childhood bond let them act like it

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Casey Jones my fave loser

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TFONE DRATCHET AU?!?!??

It was just a silly simple idea that took four pages because I love complicating myself.

Ratchet overworked miner that uses his little free time to study medicine (pharma saw his potential and took him under his wing, he will literally cut any binch that belittles ratchet for u knooow being cogless) “he has proved to have more worth than any bot I have worked in this miserable facility”.

Drift speedster trying to qualify for the iacon 5000 (with a little persuasion from hotrod) but test results are not looking good chief.

They meet up, crushes be happening and caos ensue

Drift: I just met the strangest grumpiest bot ever, he yelled at me for 3 mins.

Hotrod: damm what an aft

Drift:

Drift: he was kinda cute though

Hotrod: what

Anyways if u see any mistakes u didnt

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The Robins never acknowledge each other.

Like- never. After they grow up into their own heroes, poof, all that history is down the drain. At least, to everyone else.

It's an unspoken rule to the batkids that Robin is a persona- a role. When you are Robin, you are also everyone who came before you. You carry their name, their suit, and the idea they upheld. Robin isn't a particular person, it's an identity or maybe a whole other entity itself.

While we all know how Dick transitioned from Robin to Nightwing, only the older YJ or maybe Teen Titans and the Batfam know that. To everyone else, it seemed like Batman lost his brightly colored child, and a few months later he came back suspiciously smaller while a new vigilante rose in Bludhaven.

When questioned where the first Robin went, Jason scoffed and denied it, telling everyone that he "jumped in a vat of acid which made him smaller". The more times he was questioned, the worse the replies got.

"The Joker cut off my legs and they grew back shorter."

"I had a spine shortening surgery."

"What do you mean? I've always been 4'8."

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Jason dies.

Nobody questions why Tim is there.

Then- an older and obviously blonde female replaces him. And the JL is weary. At this point, it's clear that Batman is just collecting children and not a single one of them knows where any of them are going. Hell, this oldest one they've seen. Maybe they'll get answers this time? The chance is low, but they casually slip it in conversation and then- They can't see, but they can practically feel the glare from beneath her mask.

"What? Can't handle a trans woman? Then you'll be raving about my hair next, huh? God forbid a man wants a change-"

Batman sighs loudly and excuses her from the meeting.

A few months later, a small, tanned, child who wields a katana joins the Robin crew. The JL doesn't ask anymore. They're tired of the shenanigans, and why on God's green earth do they have the same glare?

But eventually, and rather unfortunately, someone lets their tongue slip and-

"Are you not taught manners from where you came from? It's because I'm Arabic, isn't it? Is that how much difference means to you? You know, I'll have you know, the Nanda Parbat trains the finest-"

The barrage of words doesn't end even as Batman enters the room. And all the batkids, somewhere, far away, watching the cowl footage, giggle silently.

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Takes place after this and also after this

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I call this one “The Cost of Being a Leo Fan”

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DRATCHET DOODLE DUMP!

drawn to cheer myself up after i forgot my freaking meds at home.. wasnt originally going to post cuz their just doodles but i hope any fellow dratchet enjoyers can get half as much joy from seeing them as i did from drawing them🤍

BONUS my humanformers dratchet!! OLD WOMAN YURI BEAM 💥

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X-TREME GEAR!!!

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they're all i think about lately 💔😭

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The first time Dick comes to one of Jason's safehouses to patch himself up after the mission, he cannot find the medical kit no matter how hard he looks. He almost wonders if Jason has one at all. When he questions it, Jason motions to the bottom cabinet of the kitchen, where he instantly finds one; a few others are, he says, are in the bottom drawer near the bed. Dick groans, gripping his side as he crouches to pick it up.

"Little Wing, your placement sense sucks," he tells him, no heat, just silent amusement.

Jason shrugs.

He remembers his attempts to reach for the top shelves with his throat being cut, how he didn't have much power and was mostly crawling around apartment, helpless. How he was sewing himself back laying on the floor, barely propped against the wall, his hands traitorously shaking.

Or a few other times, when he was left alone with no help after fights with Bruce, and grovelling was easier, and thus it was much quicker and helpful to have these kits stacked as low as possible.

He doesn't say that aloud. He doesn't really want to make Dick for no reason.

And so, they never bring that up again, except for when Dick wants to tease him.

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