#chaotic brothers

[f1inl3ey]

Vance: no griffin you can't crawl on the ceiling just because I made you eat your veggies

Griffin: are you sure I can't?

Vance: oh no I full heartily believe you can, but I will not allow you to.

He won’t allow it because finney and Bruce will beat his ass if griffin gets hurt while Vance is babysitting

[wicked-elfie]

Time Swap (ROTMNT)

Time Swap AU created by @teetlezhere

Chapter 5

TW: Trauma, mentions of action violence, mentions of hospitalization

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( I’m gonna put some notes at the end! I hope you enjoy this one. I had to do SO MUCH MATH. And I SUCK at math so if any of you are really good at it and notice I was wrong about anything- just don't tell me :’( enjoy! )

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In the present…

The elder of the two Leonardos held his water glass by the rim and rotated his wrist, swirling the liquid inside. He had taken a couple sips, but his mind was busy. He pushed back the deeply buried memory he had woken up from before Raph had questioned him; He had too much on his plate and too much to confront right now to think about it; Now, all he had to do was wait.

And man, did he wait: It was probably only an hour, but the silence that dragged on made it feel like years. He examined his surroundings to distract himself. He found several things he had forgotten about his genius brother’s lab: a statue carved to look like Donnie’s face - he chuckled at that, narc, the smooth metallic desk it stood upon, the machines he still didn’t understand, and - finally - Donatello’s battle shells. Leo sighed and lowered his gaze, finding interest in the water glass again.

He was mesmerized for a moment till he heard a loud crash. Jolting his head up, he observed the cracked-open door. His eyebrows lifted as he listened to a rambunctious discussion in the hall.

“The future?! You mean to tell me that’s how tall he becomes?! I want to be that tall! Donnie, Donnie! When I’m old, will I be tall, too!?” He recognized the excitable and squeaky voice of his youngest brother.

His lips pursed when he heard the second one, with a flatter tone, “That’s what you want to know? I want to know why I wasn't the first one to come back! I should’ve invented time travel by now! But I guess if I were to think about it, I could say that from the analysis I performed on the subject after he had passed out: I date him to around forty years old, give or take a couple of months. If I’m correct- and I am- then it is safe to assume that since Leonardo was born in 2004, then this Leonardo resides in the year 2044. This would put you at thirty-nine years old; this means you’re far beyond full grown.”

Leonardo smiled to himself at Donatello’s elocution. “That being saaaiiiid; Red-eared sliders, in their natural state, can grow anywhere for 4-12 inches. Box turtles usually average out at around 5-7 inches. This means that since this Leonardo measures at 6’3”, you could be anywhere from 3’8” to 7’8”.” A pause: They’ve stopped walking. “Given that you are taller than the former calculation already, with you currently standing at 4’7…” There was a tapping noise, potentially a foot on the ground. Leo could imagine Mikey leaning in with dazzling eyes, anticipating the answer. The purple banded whiz mumbled and his steady footsteps continued down the hall, followed by Mikey’s scattered ones. “Leo’s 5.42 to 6.25… 86.72% meaning… 13.28%…4.58… that’s 5.19, so therefore…” The door metallically screeched open as the older of the pair pushed it aside with his back.

“Gosh, I need to oil that… Hm… 5’2”?” Donnie’s left hand held up his right elbow, while the opposite palm rested under his chin in thought. Leo took a moment to watch him, continuing to tap his foot now that the brothers had made it to the lab. He missed their antics dearly. “So in short- Hah! See what I did there?- You are not tall!” The snarkier brother leaned down to Michaelangelo and grinned.

“5’2”?! No! This is the worst news ever!” Mikey threw his arms up in despair. “I only get to be a foot shorter than him?!”

Donatello grumbled at the dramatic reaction and the mathematically incorrect revelation, “No, Miguel. You get to be eleven inches shorter than him.” He nodded in resolve to his brother. Mikey humphed and crossed his arms, pouting at his feet. Leonardo chuckled, drawing their attention.

“Actually, he taps out at 5’4”.” He fought back the urge to fling his arms around them. They don’t know me. “Hey, guys.”

Donnie let his hands hang to his sides and gave a disapproving glare to the newcomer, “Nine inches, then.” His statement is quickly ignored by the box turtle with stickers on his plastron. Mikey leapt towards the warrior.

“I have been waiting so long to meet you!” The smallest turtle stood in front of Leonardo. “Donnie said that you looked cool, but you’re even cooler up close!”

Donatello’s face scrunched up and he whisper-yelled, “Don't tell him I said that, Mikey!” He yanked the thirteen-year-old backwards, and continued to scold his brother softly, “We don’t know him. There’s a 50/50 chance he could be a bad guy! Splinter said Krang can corrupt things. This includes, but is not limited to: people, animals, inanimate objects, and mystic mutants! We don’t know what that looks like, remember? We’re only here to get affiliated. All business, no talk. Where is Dr. Delicate touch?”

Mikey sighed and shook himself out a bit. “Hoo. Okay. You’re right.” His lips tugged down into a stern frown, “Serious stuff.” He gave the larger mutant a suspicious sideways glance. Standing straight, his arms locked together and he stepped slowly before the warrior. “So… They say you’re from the future.” His lower lip pushed up in an attempt to look menacing; It didn’t work, but it made Leo laugh.

Donnie ducked between his younger brother and the new ninja, shoving his face up close to the elder turtle, “Why are you laughing?! Have you tricked us?! Gasp! I knew it… You are a bad guy!” He swung an accusing finger at Leo, only to continue to humor the elder mutant.

Mikey gasped and held his head, tugging on his imaginary hair, “O-mi-gosh! What if he already got Raph and that’s why he was being so weird?! Donnie you were right!” He cried and held onto his brother’s arm for comfort, only to be pushed off.

Leonardo’s laughter dissipated at the remark; This was serious. He looked up to the taller of the pair and calmly retorted, “I’m not krangified, Don. If I was, I would have probably killed you all by now.” Donatello’s hand dropped, and Mikey froze up behind him.

The moment passed when they all turned their attention to the door, hearing a deep voice with a hint of an NYC accent, “Donnie, Mikey, leave him alone.” The younger two backed out of the way.  Raphael approached Leonardo and held out a cylinder with shapes carefully carved into it. “This tha key you were lookin’ for?”

Leo nodded his head in amazement. He hesitantly picked it up from Raph’s palm and looked it over. You shouldn’t be surprised. You weren’t here to mess it up.

“We went on a mission while you were out to get back a stolen artifact. When I came home and you were up: The description y’a gave me was way too similar.” The red banded mutant rubbed the back of his head. “Do y’a know how to get rid of it?”

The older ninja traced a thumb over what would be the brow of the face-like carving on the relic and pondered out loud, “Splinter had said that four mystic warriors created it.” He raised his chin to gaze upon his brothers from another life. “Maybe we need four mystic warriors to destroy it.” He bit the inside of his mouth, and let his head hang down again, “But we only have three.”

The purple-clad turtle raised a questioning eyebrow, “You’re Leonardo? That means we have four?”

Leo shook his head and sighed, “I lost my powers to the Krang leader after… well, after something… difficult happened to me.” He closed his eyes.

Red. A sea of red. Waking up to April and Mikey crying. Hearing Raph’s monitor beep steadily in the back. Hearing his own monitor beep beside him. Donnie. Ringing ears. Donnie. A new face scar. Donnie.

This can’t be happening. Don’t act like this is goodbye. Don’t you dare.

“Uh… Leon?” Mikey’s quiet beckoning brought the warrior back to his senses.

Leonardo blinked back a couple tears that had managed to pop up on his waterline. He clenched the artifact till his hands felt numb. “There was a blast. Krang have the ability to take mystic powers away by releasing this…  scream.” He whispered bitterly to the key in his hands, “My portaling abilities were hardly the worst loss that I suffered from that day.”

Donatello was holding a trembling Mikey in his shell. Leonardo’s gaze softened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, kid.” The youngest brother barely lifted his head above the opening.

“It’s okay, Leo.” he meekly responded. I forgot how nervous he could be.

Raph pinched his chin in thought. “Could we… I don't know… get y’a powers back?”

The purple banded brother released the shell, sending Mikey down to the floor with a thud. “I’ve got it!”

“Ow!”

“Sorry.”

Mikey unfolded from his hiding place and rubbed his back, puffing his cheeks out at his older brother in response to the betrayal. Donnie sheepishly helped him to his feet. Leonardo chortled, “Well then: What’s the idea, Don-Tron?”

The younger turtle groaned, “Jeez, even you call me that?” He lifted his arm monitor to his face and slammed his fingers against it. “Well, I was thinking we could-”

Raph interrupted, “Smash it?”

“Um. No. That’s barbaric.” The genius rubbed his temple, “We could-”

Mikey piped up, “OH! What about flushing it!?”

Donnie rolled his eyes, “Still: No. You’d clog the toilet. We could-”

“Burn it!” Raph exclaimed, holding his hands on his hips and sticking out his chest, very proud of his idea.

“NO! Would you please let me finish!,” he snapped at his brothers. After a couple of quiet apologies he continued his thought. “Thank you.” He turned back to his monitor and began clicking at it again. “We could restore his powers through a series of emotional unpacking sessions, or therapeutical practices of sorts. He needs to address whatever is keeping him from feeling removed from the Hamato clan. In other words, Old Leonardo, here, must be blocked from his familial connection to the Hamato Nimpō.”

Mikey gasped in mortification, “Donnie, don’t call him that!” He whispered into his brother’s ear, “It’s rude.”

Donatello crossed his arms in irritation and rolled his eyes, “What else am I supposed to call him? Warrior Leo? Apocalypse Leo? Leonardo, but six feet tall with under eye bags?” He flicked his brother in the nose, eliciting a minuscule yelp from the youngest.

Ignoring the bickering between the younger two, Raphael crouched down beside old Leo. His face lifted in curiosity, “Do y’a think that could work?”

“With all of you guys here?” Leo looked back to the key again. His lips twisted up into a hopeful smile, “Maybe... It’s possible…”

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Finally! A chapter with substantially LESS trauma! I’ve had lots of spare time on my hands the first week I’ve been writing this. However, my college classes start up again today, so I’ll be posting less often (hopefully like once every three days? The chapters are pretty short.) I feel like I’ve gotten it off to a good start, and I have a whole arc planned out for each of the storylines so it hopefully doesn't drag. I hope you all continue to enjoy! Please feel free to comment on the story and thank you for reading!

[arrowmaker15]

(Red Hood and Red Robin sitting on a rooftop while on patrol)

*silence*

Red Hood: Wanna fake a fight to make B think I'm turning back into a supervillain?

Red Robin: Oh, definitely.

[sodamnbored]

Damian, entering the living room: Oh, Drake. I didn’t realise you were here too.

Tim, distracted on his phone on the couch: Yeah, best WiFi around. Keeping busy?

Damian, looking in cupboards and chandeliers for acrobatic older brothers: Looking for Dick.

Tim absently, not looking up from Grindr: Mm, me too.

[thief-of-eggs]

Headcannon that when Alfred finally caves and allows the Wayne family to get a roomba, the bat brothers just go nuts over it:

Damian names it, and gets disgruntled when people simply refer to it as “the roomba”. Like, no, that is Cerberus? Get it right please

Tim tampers with it on more then one occasion. Hooks up some motion activated speaker/microphone mechanism complete with a voice modulator so that he can speak to whoever it passes. Steph is convinced for a whole WEEK that the roomba is sentient

Jason puts a few knives sticking out from it at some point. The whole family can hear Bruce’s screams when it enters his study.

And Dick just turns the damn thing off every time he sees it. He thinks it’s the worst purchase of all their collective lives

[solaneceae]

CHAINSAW PEOPLE, RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT

CHAINSAW GIRL, CANNOT REPENT, REPENT, REPENT

i miss q!baghera so much. please let her come back broken, let her rage, let her be angry and flawed and bitter.

commission, art by the very skilled @blackberry-s0da

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Also got a kinda weird one but I love like chaotic possessive borderline insane nightwing when it comes to his brothers. Like cuddling Tim, Damian or Jason and saying my precious while Bruce slowly backs out of the room.

Black Mask breaks Damian's arm and without hesitation he shouts for Dick and out comes Nightwing ready to strike and end this man's whole career.

Dick who refuses to let Tim go find Bruce fuck Bruce you stay here with me and never leave.

He hunts down Jason like a dog with a bone and keeps track of everyone of his movements because his little wing will never go anywhere he doesn't know about.

Bruce who does not dare touch a Robin because big bird while come and Bruce knows nightwing will kill him.

I want nightwing like a very angry guard dog when it comes to his brothers.

I want him to sleep with his brothers surrounding him and he hears a creak in the hall and he is up standing in front of the bed with sticks that are flowing with electricity because no one will touch his brothers.

[inkclover]

A wild Heket joins your party!🍄🍁

[crocchompers]

More doodles from last night

I love the little baby <3

[tsukii0002]

Mc: *looking at the brothers* I can take the seven of them at the same time.

Diavolo: Ha ha ha, Mc there is no way that you can win a fight against them at the same time.

Mc: *grinning* Yes, I know.

Diavolo: *processing* wait...

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[chaoticnebu]

bonding!

[heroesriseandfall]

Always funny to me that Dick Grayson put so much effort into disguising himself every single time he entered and left Starfire’s apartment so no one would know he lived there, only for a 13 year old kid to show up at her apartment asking for him by name. And then when Dick isn’t there, Tim just breaks into Dick’s previous apartment he hadn’t lived in for months. At that point why bother with the disguises if a 13 year old is always figuring out everywhere you live.

[coldtriumphwonderland]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[1driedpersimmon]

If I can’t see them being friends in canon I’ll just do it myself

[fallingforspring]

I’ve been thinking of older brother!Danny and Bruce so much lately.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

I'm back on my shit BAMF Tim Drake

Tim is a good character if done right here's my Tim.

Loves his brothers to hell and back he doesn't care if they try to murder him each day no one fucks with them.

Sneaking into Red Hoods meets grabbing intel and finding the rat before they could even touch Jason.

At a gala someone wants to insult Damian look who's a broke bitch. Entire companies swallowed by Wayne and Drake industry's because their CEO thought they could touch a hair on baby bats head.

A new superhero tries to make Dick uncomfortable erased no one remembers who that was klarion owed Tim a favor and he knows to come when Tim calls. That's his Robin, his nightwing the man who taught him how to be family what love is.

They are his brothers they can hate him any day of the week that doesn't mean they aren't hoard his gold to protect and cherish. He has no problem lighting the fire and letting it burn if his brothers need it he can get shit done without Bruce ever knowing he's the Robin who lies to Batman who destroyed Ra's network he doesn't care he will give his brother's the ashes without a question.