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Back with some round brush sketches just in time for people to start asking if I'm still alive [finger guns emoji]
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My take on Tim Drake as Cardinal from the Ao3 fanfic "The Drakes Spoiled Brat. (Im sorry dad)" by Yellow_Sprouts
(the authors tumblr: @batfambrainrotbeloved )
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Chill Talia he's just getting used to be a big brother lol
Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)
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Have seen a lot of “Helena needs to be freed from the bats!” And you’re all very right. Mostly.
Helena’s stories definitely need to be freed from the bats, but she also needs to come home at the end of her day (that has been filled with stories that are hers and develop her character and focus on her themes) to find that Tim has broken into her apartment, stolen her snacks, and fallen asleep on her couch. She rolls her eyes, puts a blanket on him, and either goes to bed or keeps researching her case (depending on if it’s the end or the middle of her story).
Free her narratively from the bats, but let her keep her annoying little brother!
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tim is not likely to become a supervillain, he's made sure of that . but that doesn't mean he's not batshit already . jfc
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Bruce doesn’t mean to fall asleep on the couch.
He’s just resting his eyes. That’s all. The living room is warm and quiet, the fireplace humming softly. His book is still open on his chest, and the throw blanket Alfred left on the armrest somehow ended up over his legs.
He wakes up to weight. Small, shifting, warm weight.
Cass is curled up on one side of him, knees tucked into his hip like a cat. Tim has claimed the other end of the couch, feet in Bruce’s lap, earbuds in, head tipped back and mouth slightly open in the kind of deep sleep only caffeine withdrawal can produce.
Jason’s on the floor, back against the couch, sharing popcorn with Duke as they watch some loud, low-quality horror movie. Stephanie is lying facedown on the rug with a bowl of grapes beside her. She’s not eating them, just throwing them at Damian every few minutes. He catches each one without looking up from his book.
Dick walks in with bags from that bakery Bruce likes but never goes to himself, and says, “Hey, Dad.”
Bruce should say something. Tell them to go home. Or at least use coasters.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he shifts slightly, careful not to wake Cass or dislodge Tim’s legs, and lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
This isn’t what he thought family would look like.
It’s louder. Messier. Theres's music playing from three different speakers. Someone else smells like gun powder and cinnamon. There’s glitter on the coffee table. There’s a dent in the ceiling no one will admit to causing.
But no one’s yelling. No one’s walking away.
They’re here.
They’re staying.
And Bruce… he’s starting to believe that maybe he doesn’t have to earn this over and over again. Maybe they love him just as he is, not as he was trying to be. Maybe he doesn’t need to be perfect for them to choose him.
There’s a pause in the movie. Jason asks, "You good?”
Bruce looks around at them—all of them, here, safe, alive—and nods.
“Yeah,” he says. “I’m good.”
Jason throws popcorn at him anyway.
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Ok ik this probably isn't real but what if Alfred thought it would be fine if he just gave Tim the suit and told him "go, be free, don't die or you're fired" bc he forgot kids don't usually fight martial arts or given Bat Training™ from a young age. Imagine:
Alfred: Go be the light in these dark times, son.
Tim: thank you. I will.
*15 minutes later*
Bruce, kicking down the door, holding Tim by the cape and dangling him like a scuffed cat: ALFRED WHAT THE HELL!
Alfred: Sir! That was mahogan-
Bruce: You can't just let him go out there! He didn't even know how to punch correctly!!!
Alfred: Whatever do you mean, he should have learned that by now.
Bruce:
Alfred:
Bruce: ... W h a t
Alfred: Young Mr. Drake should have learned by now several martial arts. I mean when you were 11, you-
Bruce, absolutely tired: Alfred.
Alfred: -And by 16 he'll be ready for aerial combat. When I enlisted, lying about my age, I took to the planes rather fast-
Bruce: ALFRED.
Alfred: Don't shout at me, Master Bruce, it's unbecoming. What is it?
Bruce, holding up Tim higher to be in Alfred's line of sight and gesturing vaguely at the small child: HE DOESN'T KNOW COMBAT. HE'S NORMAL.
Alfred: Normal? What do yo- oooooohhhhhhhhhhh
Bruce: YEAH. 'OH' IS RIGHT!!!
Alfred: ... What did I just say about shouting? It's unseemly, Master Bruce.
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DC fanfiction writers be like:
For some reason
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Dick: Okay, so with Bruce being on a mission with the Justice League, we need someone to be Batman.
Jason: So you just be Batman again
Damian: Actually, I strongly disagree with that arrangement
Tim: Don't tell me.... you think you should be Batman?
Damian: No, I'm aware I don't have the same attitude to be Father
Jason: really?... just the attitude?
Damian: I believe Cain should be Batman
Cassandra: Oh?
Dick: Umm.... Dami, I don't think-
Damian: Think about it. Grayson is too nice, Jason has way too much pent-up anger
Jason: Fuck you.
Damian: And well Drake is just..... Drake
Tim: Wow...
Damian: Cain is the only person who can match Father to a T.
Dick: There are many reasons why she can't be-
Jason: No, no, no, Dick. The demon child has a point
Dick: ..... um, okay then
(Later thar night)
Penguin: About time you showed up-
Cassandra (in Bat suit): You'll pay for your crimes
Penguin: ..... the hell am I looking at?
Robin: What?
Penguin: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT? WHO IS THIS?
Red Hood: Batman, duh
Penguin: No, don't do that
Nightwing: Don't do what? This is Batman
Penguin: That's obviously a teenage girl
The Batkids: (gasps loudly and in sync)
Penguin: WHAT?!
Red Hood: How dare you assume his gender.
Robin: During Pride Month, too
Red Robin: (shaking his head) and here I thought you were an alley
Penguin: okay no just take me in
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*Right before going to bed in Chapter 4*
Introducing Tututim my very original and very cool soulsona.
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If a regional war breaks out between Iran and Israel, Gaza will be forgotten. We will continue to suffer this suffering and will not be mentioned in anything. We will be forgotten forever.
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Kon: my arms are so strong Tim I can hold you and Cassie both
Kon: please let me hold both of you
Kon: stop free falling out of the sky Tim please I’m begging
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Headcanon
The sewers
The green, dirty water of the sewers in stardew valley is actually an old lazarus pit. But to activate it, one needs to say an incantation as it hasn't been used in a very long while.
You can get the spell from the wizard...
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