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Dick being an ass is my favourite thing
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#batman#batman comics#batman dc#dc comics#comics#dc#dcu#dc universe#batfam#the batfam#batfamily#the batfamily#dick grayson#richard grayson#dick grayson wayne#richard grayson wayne#robin dick#dc robin#robin#bruce wayne#good dad bruce wayne#well#okay dad bruce wayne#he's trying his best#digital art#art#illustration#digital illustration#artists on tumblr#commissions
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Their facial expression says it all.
#the despair the disappointment the resignation#I’m not mad just disappointed#the only praise I could give for this arc is the art#nothing else#dick was super mad at Bruce in canon tho#but that’s not relevant here#anything from canon is irrelevant#me yappin#jason todd#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfamily#batfam#batman#dc comics#my art
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lame civilian boyfriend that no one likes (he's my favourite)
#I'm a bernard defender first and a human second#bernard dowd#tim drake#timbern#timber#dcu comics#dcu#dc comics#dc fanart#dc#my art
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dad bod jason heheh
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Detective Comics cover art by Evan Cagle
#bruce wayne#batman#barbara gordon#dc comics#oracle#cover art#cover edit#dc#evan cagle#comic books#comics#batfam#excellent
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spiderman kisses
#art#fanart#digital art#dc comics#bernard dowd#tim drake#tim drake fanart#bernard dowd fanart#tim drake robin#dc robin#robin fanart#timbern#timber#in my mind this is canon#if they wont give us more bernard content by golly ill just have to imagine it myself
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Brucie can Crash Out sometimes
#dc comics#brucie wayne#bruce wayne#batfamily#brucie can do what bruce cannot#jason todd#damian wayne#tim drake#duke thomas#cassandra cain#dick grayson
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thank you so much to @goldfishinaplasticbag for donating to the DC for Gaza ROUND TWO!
the prompt was for tim and babs siblingisms!!!
Find out more, or donate to get your own fanart HERE: dcforgaza.carrd.co/
#dc comics#dc#tim drake#barbara gordon#oracle dc#oracle#robin#robin tim#dc robin#batfam#batfamily#batgirl#sorry for tagging you as batgirl babs. will u still go out with me#dc for gaza#dc gotcha for gaza#gotcha for gaza
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I love this outfit on cass,🤭
#fanart#dc universe#dcu#dc comics#artwork#batgirl cassandra cain#cassandra cain#batgirl#ballerina#spirit world
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Squish

#dc#dc comics#bruce wayne#tim drake#i forgot which comic this is from#im pretty sure it's a batman run though#batfamily
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"yeah, I guess I've just never really seen a piece of art that's truly moved me." <- guy about to see painting of dead boyfriend and have his soul shifted three inches to the left
#art#my art#dc comics#kon el#konner kent#timkon#timkon fanart#kon el fanart#konner kent fanart#conner kent#conner kent fanart#superboy#superboy fanart#kon el superboy#tim drake#tim drake fanart
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BATBOYS BUT THEY WITNESS A STRANGER PULL F!READER INTO A HUG AND CLAIM TO BE HER BOYFRIEND. FT. MARK GRAYSON! P.T.2

★ TAGS: older!damian wayne, older!duke thomas, everyone is 18+, mention of death, romance, mark is utterly devoted to you, jealousy, lots and lots of jealousy, little bit of dark!batboys, kind of dark!mark too
★ A/N: tim didn't get to speak much last chapter so i'm hoping this one makes up for it!! also also, you guys have acc overwhelmed me with all the support, thank you all so much 😭💞💞💞
★ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 ★ | ★ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ★ | ★ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ★

MARK DID, IN FACT, SAY 'DIFFERENT DIMENSION'—
—and now, he's sat on your bullet-hole-covered couch, head moving from side-to-side as he watches you pace the room behind your broken table, one hand holding your elbow, the other situated beneath your chin.
You're half paying attention to him, half stuck in your own thoughts, his earlier words repeating in your mind like a mantra, a broken record player you can't seem to fix no matter how much you move its lever.
"Okay," you whisper, maybe to him, maybe to yourself, "let's... let's run this back. You said you're my... boyfriend, right?"
Mark nods in time with a few growls in the background.
"But... from a different dimension?"
He nods again.
"Right, okay." You echo his action, nodding to yourself like any of this makes sense, like you don't have a million thoughts running through your mind right now.
"This is ridiculous," Damian voices one of them with a scoff. "How do we know this isn't another one of Darkseid's schemes? Something to lower your guard with so that he can capture you as leverage against us?"
You breathe in through your nose, pinching it again. "C'mon, Dami, would you really let him follow you to me?"
He purses his lips, not another word falling from his mouth.
That settles that.
"Sorry about that, Mark. Can you elaborate?"
You turn back to the otherworldly meta human, only to find his eyes already on you (still on you), wide, and with his face a little stuck out, like he's actively trying to get closer to you, like he can't bring himself to be too far away.
The thought turns your insides to mush.
You clear your throat, ignoring the tingle in your stomach. "Um, Mark?"
He blinks. "Huh?"
"I, uh, asked if you could, y'know, explain a bit more?"
He blinks again, slower this time. Then, with a shake of his head, he lifts a hand behind his neck, rubbing it in a habit so boyishly awkward, you have to fight back the smile threatening to climb onto your face. "Right." He clears his throat. "I was sent here by this guy in my dimension—Angstrom Levy?"
He peers up at you, as though expecting some sort of reaction to that name, but when you frown back at him with a quirk of your brow, he continues his explanation slowly.
"He can, uh, open these portals at will."
"Right..." you trail off, turning your head down as your eyes glaze over, "and in your world, I'm your girlfriend?"
"Were," he corrects, and it's so quiet, you almost don't catch it.
In fact, you're sure you heard him wrong.
"Sorry?"
"You were my girlfriend," he speaks again, firmer, but in a tone no less far, no less clouded.
"We broke up?" You furrow your brows—no, that doesn't make sense. If you did break up, why would he come to your door claiming to be your boyfriend and not your ex?
The answer to your question lies in the man seated on your couch, but unlike before, he suddenly can't seem to bring himself to look at you, gaze instead trained to your wooden floorboards like they're the most interesting things to grace the planet. What? Does he not have wood in his dimension?
A beat passes without Mark saying a word.
The silence sits heavy, like the humid air of a rainforest swallowing you whole and threatening your very ability to breathe.
You find yourself awaiting escape from it, his words, however long they may take to come, like a promise of salvation from your woes.
But it isn't him that saves you.
"You died," a voice cuts through the silence, sharp and through gritted teeth. "He let you die in his world."
Instantly, Mark's head shoots up, and he narrows his eyes into sharp, lethal daggers at Damian.
"I didn't let her." He snarls, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. "I just..."
And then, just like that, he loses all the fight, fingers loosening their tight grip around nothing as his form all but falls, folding over like a wet noodle with no will to keep going.
"Fuck me..." you breathe out, hand already up and pinching your nose again.
To think, another version of you, a different version of you—with a different life and a boyfriend and maybe even no wood in her world—died.
Fucking hell.
"I need a drink," you find yourself muttering, shaking your head lightly before peering up at Mark. "Do you, uh, also need something?"
He's back to looking at you, gaze wide and brows knitted and lips parted by just the slightest hair as he whispers with all the sincerity of a samaritan, "Just you." Then, a little louder, "All I need... is just you."
You think the world stops when you catch air in your throat, that it drowns out until it's just the two of you when those words leave his tongue.
All of a sudden, you seem to be floating on a cloud, drowning in his gaze of pure intensity as your own heartbeat thunders in your ears and you forget how to even breathe or blink or see anyone that's not him for a brief second.
But then that second passes, and you find yourself on land once again.
You quickly excuse yourself, ignoring the holes that bore through you as you leave the room to enter your kitchen instead, the cold of it like a breath of fresh air against your warm skin.
God, fuck, that moment was so intense, you don't know if you can even think about what was revealed before it, his gaze lingering on your skin like rain after a hurricane.
So vivid. So loving. So utterly devoted that you could see nothing but yourself reflected back in those eyes.
The cup in your hands almost slips from the cabinet above your head at the memory.
In fact, it does slip. But it's quickly caught. Though not by you.
A warmth radiates against your back, and you turn, just to have it radiate against your front instead.
"Tim..."
His head is tilted to yours, eyes glazed over as one hand places the cup down on the counter to your left, and the other situates itself firm on the counter to your right.
For a beat, he just stands there, trapping you to the corner of your kitchen with a gaze as clouded as the Gotham night sky.
Then, just as you part your lips to ask why he's here, he speaks.
"Tell me I was seeing things."
His voice comes quiet, whispered and pleading as his brows knead up with a shaky sort of pull.
"What?" you can only ask, his breath hot against your face, close and feeling like it won't be moving anytime soon.
"Tell me..." he starts again, repeating without hesitation, "that I was just seeing things."
When you furrow your brows back at him, he continues, almost desperately.
"That you weren't... that you weren't looking at him for a second like..."—his face scrunches up, expression pained, like you've just gone and hit him with an axe—"like you believed him."
"Tim, I—"
You don't know what to say, not when he looks at you like that, like you've just shattered his whole entire world right in front of him.
"Like..." Tim continues, and the next words he has to really push out, wincing like it hurts just to say, "like he's actually your boyfriend."
Your stomach drops, insides churning as Tim's fingers curl against your counter with an audible scratch.
"You know he's not, right..?" he whispers, like not even he's sure. "That he's just a stranger?"
You furrow your brows, gulping down saliva and steeling yourself. "Of course I know."
But it's like Tim doesn't even hear you.
"He doesn't love you. He doesn't even know you."
You narrow your eyes, going to respond when he beats you to it again.
"Not like I do," he continues, and your words die on your tongue, eyes going a tad wider as he leans in just a bit closer. "Not like I've done for years."
Whether he's talking about knowing you or loving you, you're not sure.
And you continue to be unsure as he softly reaches for your dominant hand, gripping the back of it like he's afraid that if he lets go, you'll slip from him entirely.
The next thing you know, your hand is cradling his cheek, and he's holding it there, allowing your warmth to bleed into his skin as he looks at you with those wide, shaking eyes you seem to be on the receiving end of quite often these days.
"Tell me," he begs—lips wobbling, brows knitting, expression pleading.
And you don't think you can even if you wanted to, mouth too dry and head too empty to even voice a clear thought as he moves to slip his free hand around your waist and pull you closer.
"Please."
You think you're only able to snap out of it when you're just a breath away from his lips, just a hair from touching them with your own as he drills into you with those wide, shaking, desperate blue eyes of his.
And once you do snap out of it, once everything becomes just a little too much, you place a hand firm against his chest, whispering his name with a small, light push.
His grip around you tightens for a second, eyes glazing over, but before they can stay that way, before he can do something without a lick of sense or reason, they clear up again, and he slips his hands from your waist, letting you part from him as his arms fall to hang limply by his sides.
And when you move to further part from him and the room, you pretend not to hear the loud bang against your kitchen counter.
So much for a drink.
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Nightwing Dick and Robin Dick are two different people to me, I'll call Dick as Robin my son and hold him lovingly 'cause that's my anak. Nightwing Dick can beat me up and I'd thank him,that is NOT my son,I want to marry that man. I will still hold him lovingly tho because he deserves it
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*insert any suggestive phrase towards cowboys*
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