#dc oc swift

[instinct-wild-dc-irl]

@jason-peter-t0dd @dead-ma-outlaw @jasonwayne-todd @theredhoodofgotham @theactualredhood @red-hooded-bitch @arkhambird @pewpewtodd @jason-t0dd

JUST ME OR ARE YOU JASONS ALL FORMING A BROTHERHOOD OR SOMETHING.

At least some of you. Are.

Also stop i saw some of you bullying your little brother(s). Stop it. Be nice.

[instinct-wild-dc-irl]

Lol I like this Robin. He's a gremlin. Must've been fun.

When the League meets Baby Robin(Dick), they are genuinely surprised, as it seems impossible that Batman is raising this little ray of sunshine who appeared from between his cape and then proceeded to greet them with the brightest smile they've all ever seen, completely adoring Superman, saying how great Wonder Woman is, and actually laughing at Barry's jokes.

Bruce takes care of his work, but occasionally stops to, in fact, help Robin who is trying to do his English homework. The other members also help out, of course.

So, Hal arrives at the Watchtower, and Robin, seeing the man his dad mentor has been so grumpy about because of the last meeting they had (Hal doesn't understand that Batman is the best at his job and is the one giving directions for a reason, duh!), decides he will exact revenge.

He carries on a normal conversation with the man just as he did with everyone else, subtly leading the topic until Hal falls into the trap:

Hal: What about your mom? I can't imagine anyone putting up with the old bat.

He speaks with all mockery, but then his smile freezes when he sees the tremor in the little boy's shoulders.

Dick: *shuddering and holding back a little sob* my mummy died in front of me a few months ago.... I...

Hal is pale now, because the child actually sobs, and runs off to hide in the cape of Batman, who was now standing, ready to stitch up his child.

He's not the only one, Superman and the others are already there too, looking at him angrily because he made the little bean cry.

Hal is in a panic.

And if he sees how the boy smiles at him when no one is looking, sticking his tongue out at him while moving his lips to send him the message "Don't bother my dad", no one would ever believe him, not while the little boy is now clinging to Batman tightly as he slowly blinks away tears that not even the best actors could ever pull off.

Only Hal knows the devil behind that angel face.

Batman knows it too, but he adores his precious little demon.

[instinct-wild-dc-irl]

Should i be concerned??? HELP

@irl-batsignal @darkknightofficial @the-blueprint-robin @dickgraysonfr @babsisnotonline @jason-t0dd @officialbruciewayne @damian-al-ghul-wayne @bludhavens-finest

[instinct-wild-dc-irl]

Swift. Up for another trip to Batdonalds?

- @grayson-on-the-chandelier

...Sure!

How did you find my hideout and I heard about the thing with the kidnapping are you ok

[swift-creates]

category: Gen

fandom: DC Comics (Young Justice, Batfamily)

characters and relationships: Tim Drake, clone baby, Kon haunts the narrative (Timkon isn’t explicit but. it’s a clone baby au)

warnings: almost drowning, infant whump

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 29: Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”

Tim tries to clone Kon, but this time it works.

notes: I can write so many Timkon fics with this prompt list :fireElmo: Inspired by this post by @hyperblue which has haunted me from the moment I saw it please come bother me with interest about this AU or any of mine plsplspls on my knees in tears pls

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Tim woke to the loud beeping of one of the many machines in his lab. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, frowning at his reflection in the powerless computer screen; there were sleep marks on his cheek from the sleeve of his sweater, but aside from that he barely looked like he’d rested at all. The circles under his eyes hadn’t budged, and he sighed and scrubbed his hands across his face. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see them, anyway. He rarely left his lab except to grab more snacks from Titans Tower when he ran out, his work far too important to abandon. 

Tim got up and trudged past the empty cloning chambers to look for whatever had gone wrong, picking at the plaster on his arm where he’d drawn his own blood. His tablet lay on a table across the room, and he needed to recheck the Kryptonian environment values he’d copied off the Batcomputer-

One of the chambers wasn’t empty. 

He stared at it for a second, seeing but not quite understanding. Attempt one hundred and twenty-nine successful, the green letters said cheerfully. He stepped closer slowly, as if it was an animal that would lunge and try to bite him, and gingerly placed a hand against the glass. It was near but not exactly room temperature — 99.2 degrees Fahrenheit, 37.3 degrees Celcius, to be precise, ever so slightly warmer than a regular human temperature. 

“It worked,” he said to the empty lab. The machines keeping 129 alive seemed to sigh in response, then the beeping got louder, and the infant stirred in its glowing pod. No, not just stirred. It flinched. 

Error, the screen read now in bright failure red. The small letters underneath would have told him the reason, but he didn’t read it because 129 was struggling, tiny lungs seeking desperately for air and only receiving fluid. Tim’s heart screamed, and then he realised he was screaming. 

He can’t lose him. Not again and not like this. 

One heartbeat, and he was rushing forward, smashing the glass with his bo staff and pulling the infant out of the pod. 129 coughed up liquid and was still for a terrifyingly long moment, and Tim’s heart froze in his chest. 

Then the baby took a shaky breath and let out a gloriously loud cry. Now he was wet and wailing, but he was breathing. At least he was breathing. Tim went to rub a hand across his face in relief and halted when he realised it was covered in thick fluid. “It’s okay,” he said, and realised his throat was choked with tears. 129 cried louder and kicked his little legs as Tim became painfully aware how austere and clinical his lab was, absolutely no place for a helpless infant. There was no milk ready for him, no swaddling cloths to wrap him up in. And it was so, so cold. He must be so cold. Get it together, Drake. 

There was a shirt hanging on the back of his chair, and Tim reached for it, wrapping 129 in the black fabric and holding him close. “Shhh. It’s okay. Shh, shh.” The baby’s cries lowered slightly in volume, but didn’t stop. Tim bounced him gently, folding the shirt over him to keep him warm better- 

The edge of a familiar red insignia peeked out from underneath the folds of the shirt, and Tim froze. Kon’s shirt had artificial amniotic fluid and a crying baby in it. Kon’s shirt was wet and soiled and ruined and gone and Tim can’t even protect this one last part of him can he-

Then he was sliding down the wall to the floor and realised he was the one crying now. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, to Kon and to 129 and to no one at all. “I’m s- I’m so sorry.” 129 made a soft sound in his arms, but that just made him cry harder. Tim couldn’t take care of a baby. He’d failed Kon and failed Bart and failed Bruce and it’d been barely a day and he was already failing 129. 

As if that wasn’t enough, he had the stark realisation that the child in his arms resembled old baby pictures of Tim himself a little too closely, the tiniest package of Kryptonian blue eyes in a round little face. “Everyone will know you’re mine.” This wasn’t supposed to happen. His DNA was supposed to stabilise Kon’s, not influence it. He’d given 129 the curse of being related to him, in addition to being the ghost of a dead man. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He curled in around the infant and wept, surrounded by broken glass and a broken heart. 

[instinct-wild-dc-irl]

We universally blame the Drakes, no?

Tim too smal

[instinct-wild-dc-irl]

OCC: Someone make a Batburger RP blog.

Please.

[smutinlove]

college dick grayson if u may.. 🤭🤭

knowing dick in canon idt he would really be those playboy, snarky types but it’s always fun to see his characterisation that way!! what’s ur take on it??

dick grayson being a snarky ass motherfucker in college is BIBLICALLY accurate. thank you, anon.

•this motherfucker is hot and he knows it. he'll use it to his advantage too. oh, he forgot his wallet? he'll flirt his way to making sure it's on the house. commit murder? he'll flash a smile and say, "so, officer..." followed by one tear.

•ugh, dick gets girls. (and boys) he loves his redheads. but he also knows how to lose them. but eventually he'll get 'em back. eventually...

•i feel like dick would smoke weed in college. but he'd also be one of those, "in bed by 10" kinds of people. and i'm living for it.

•dick knows how to have a good time and he DEFINITELY can show you a great time. he'll drink a bunch of beer, smoke a lot of weed, will overstimulate you, and then ask you why you're tired.

•i feel like he'd fuck to sexy red and cry to taylor swift.

•he's funny as hell. mans will be balls deep inside you and then say something that has you dying.

•i feel like dick would be a stripper if he wasn't nightwing. like he has the moves. i'd let him do the most atrocious things to me.

•dick would probably major in business, humanities, bigassology, psychology, or redheads. or maybe all five.

•people like to characterize the fact that only alfred and jason can cook but that is WRONG. dick can definitely cook. i mean, come on, he has a whole BAKERY back there. he can cook. this man will whip you a whole god damn 5 course meal and y'all saying he can't cook?

•he uses the bunk beds in his dorm as a swing.

•dick grayson breaks hearts and enjoys it. (he can break this heart AND pussy and i'd thank him.) he will flirt with every guy and girl on this planet and say, "no strings attached, sorry not sorry, bbg."

•he listens to doja cat religiously. going for a run? doja cat. fucking someone? doja cat + sexy red. it's wild. he's even wilder in bed though.

i love dick grayson

[nenehyuuchiha]

Tim Drake is DC Taylor Swift

[instinct-wild-dc-irl]

Welcome. To the chaos.

We have multiple versions of some ppl. I think I've two or three others of you.

Hi, I'm Cassandra.

Someone recommended me to join this place to socialize more. Maybe it's a good idea hm.

[izzy140105]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 / 𝐌𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

"...at age six she was taken off the streets while walking home from school by a mysterious man who soon turned her into his secret little weapon. after taking a special serum, she quickly gained different powers such as telekinesis, telepathy, invisibility and many more. but in fear that she would turn against him, he had instantly drugged to control her mind. unfortunately for him, the dark knight had soon caught onto what he was doing and one night captured the witch while she was out assassinating someone and brought her back to the batcave. where she was slowly freed from her mind controlled state. though afterwards she did not leave the batcave not wayne manor, as she and the playboy billionaire fell in love during her time with him. and after a few years, the two were happily married..."

𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝑤ℎ𝑜'𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒? / 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑤, 𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑡

[corvidae-clockwork]

Hey buddy sorry for the sudden absence but I uh....

Ok so basically the Bats grabbed me and i haven't escaped yet.

(@instinct-wild-dc-irl) (OCC: Look at the posts in my blog the sequence of me getting grabbed is in there in the recents.... i think)

Swift! Hi! Hi hi hi!!!

It's alright! Though, I wish you luck uh,, escaping- be careful, I think--

Haha,, you're getting picked up and stolen by vigilantes while I'm over here doing stuff that really I should be leaving for vigilantes to do,, we both got our vigilante problems, I guess

[instinct-wild-dc-irl]

It had taken him a few minutes, nearly spraining an ankle in the process of getting down and out of the window of his room, but he eventually made it to where Swift had said to meet them.

He stood under the tree, hands in his pockets as he then looked up. Upon seeing Swift, he gave a small smile and a wave.

Swift grinned with sharp teeth and sprang down from the branch, a small crow fledgling on his shoulder.

"Hey, Crow! Hope you mind if Night-" He jerked a thumb at the little crow, "- joins us. Silver the fox might too, but yeah."

[instinct-wild-dc-irl]

@dickgraysonfr @dead-but-still-magic

......Forget Dick, what about Tim? like ANY of the Tims?

Dickie if you dont sleep Im going to make you sleep

💀🐦

hehehe- make me.

[swift-creates]

@chrumblr-whumblr day 14: traumatic touch aversion and day 15: memory loss

wc: 342 | warnings: minor swearing | characters: Lieutenant Strike (OC) (pov), Captain Rex (though they’re not lieutenant or captain in this)

a bit from my Batfam AU!!!! in which Strike is Red Hood, Rex is Batman, and they’re both Trying to emote (and failing spectacularly).

edit: accidentally wrote myself a little inconsistency with the sequel to this, pretend the 4th paragraph says 'returned to Gotham', not the manor. at this point in time, she hasn't been back to the manor yet

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“Good work out there, Hood.” Strike looked to see Rex staring out over the Gotham skyline. “What?” “In one night, you took down the drug ring I’ve been trying to disassemble for weeks.” He remained perfectly still as he spoke, the suit making his silhouette more like a lack of light than an object casting shadow. “Good work.”

Strike stared at her father the Batman. He stared at the city.

She couldn’t remember the last time he’d told her that. Not that he’d rarely done it, or never. She just couldn’t remember. She knew she had the memories, knew he’d said it before, but the exact picture remained fuzzy, fragments floating just beyond her grasp. That was fine. She didn’t need those memories anyway.

On some level, she did. She missed when they’d return to the Batcave after patrol on long and cold winter nights, and 99 would be waiting with blankets and two mugs of hot chocolate. They’d take those and curl up on the couch, intending to get up and go to bed at some point. But Strike would always fall asleep on his shoulder, and he’d stay there, afraid to wake her up, until his own eyes fell closed. Or so 99 had told her when she’d returned to the manor after the League.

Good work.

Of course it was, she told herself. The Red Hood doesn’t half-ass her missions.

But it meant something, coming from him.

“Thanks,” she muttered, poking at a stray piece of trash with her boot. He turned and looked at her. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

He stepped closer, and hesitated. Then he put a hand on her shoulder.

She flinched.

She flinched.

Her father put a hand on her shoulder, and she flinched.

He pulled away instantly, hand disappearing beneath his cape again, and turned back to look at the city lights.

Come back, everything inside her screamed. To him, to her childhood, to their old life. Come back. But the distance between them remained, and so did the silence.

[friendly-local-cardinal]

I swear I'm taking the patrol music privileges away from Spoiler. I can't keep listening to baby shark.

I'm SORRY I said Debut was better than 1989