#f: batfam

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

Dick: Did you two have sex in the manor?

Jason and Tim: *Nod.*

Dick: Are you serious? Where?

Jason: *Stares at him.*

Tim: *Looks away and avoids eye contact.*

Dick:

Dick: Where?

Jason: *Stares more intensely.*

Dick: *Voice breaking.* Where, Little Wing?

Jason: Seems like you already know where.

[gothamundernightlight]

Incorrect Batfam Quotes:

Jason: I hate when people are like… “You’ve only got one family, you should forgive them?”

Jason: No! You’ve only got one appendix, but when that f*cks up your health, you cut that sh*t out of your life.

Jason: Same rules apply!

Tim: I totally agree. I had my healthy appendix removed just to show my other organs I won’t tolerate any bullsh*t.

Jason: See this guy…wait what???

Tim: My spleen didn’t get the message though :(.

Jason: ?!?

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

A whole ass zombie apocalypse wasn’t something Jason thought he’d ever have to worry about.

Not that he has to worry about it now, either, considering he just got bit.

Everyone knows what you gotta do in these scenarios. Your loved ones will cry (“awe, Dickie, you do care”), they’ll try to find a different way (“shut up Bruce. Even you can’t concoct a cure in two hours”) and blame themselves (“fuck you, Timmers, I want you to know I died because you wanted that damn coffe!”…. Yeah, he could have handled that one better in hindsight) and then, ultimately, they’re gonna put a bullet in your brain. For the sake of the group.

And it’s fine, really. Better than turning into a mindless, flesh eating meat sack. He was ready. He got to say goodbye. It’s fine.

Or it would have been fine, if any of those damn cowards had pulled the friggin trigger.

Now Jason is clinically semi-dead (don’t ask him, he doesn’t know how this shit works either) and still annoyingly in charge of his mental faculties while also harboring a rather concerning craving for human flesh.

Fuck.

[shyjusticewarrior]

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Batman and Superman go to the abandoned building where Red Robin and Superboy are at.

goons are on the floor, either groaning and cursing from pain or completely knocked out from the impact of the hits they received. a large hole is on the floor, two men thrown on the floor below them. one of them, unconscious, is hanging by the edge of the building while Red Robin lazily holds the rope that's tied on the man's ankle.

Superman, voice calm as ever although laced with disappointment: Superboy, what did you do? We told both of you to wait for our signal.

Batman, growls: Red Robin, report!

Superboy: It was all me, Batman. Rob- Red Robin had nothing-

Red Robin, wants to honestly let go of his grip on the rope: Lay it all on me, B. It was all me.

Superman looks at Red Robin with a sad smile while Batman waits for further explanation from his son.

Superboy: No, wait, Rob-

Red Robin: They were making fun of Kon- Superboy's leather jacket. I had to do something. So, I got them to shut up.

Superman exchange glances with Superboy as Batman remains stoic.

Red Robin, shrugs and feels his hand getting tired from holding to the man: I'm sure you had moments like these, B.

Batman finally moves, pinches the bridge of his nose: We'll take it from here.

Red Robin hands the rope to Batman as Superman gently squeezes Superboy's shoulder.

without another word, Red Robin walks to Superboy and just like second nature, Superboy carries Red Robin cradle style and off they go towards the night sky.

after a few minutes of tying up the criminals, Nightwing talks through Batman and Superman's comms.

Nightwing, clear grin on his voice: So, are you both finally going to say yes to my meeting on how to handle sons when they have boyfriends? And I'm mostly talking to you, B.

Superman just chuckles while Batman says his usual, "Hn."

[little-congress-animal]

https://april-541.tengp.icu/a/eZOmiKl

[capital-argue]

https://crystal-082.mxtkh.fun/h/N4c2YXy

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

so i headcanon that there's a gap between dick being fired from robin (the second time) and him becoming nightwing

so in jason's first night as robin tim's out and he hears that batman is patrolling with robin

and he's so excited because dick is so cool

but then he finds the duo and it's very clearly not bruce and dick

and he's a little annoyed

but you know what

bruce is batman and he can make his own choices about who gets to be robin

and tim doesn't want to miss out on pics anyways

so he starts taking pictures and he ends up getting a shot of jason laughing at bruce as he turns midair

he doesn't think much about it just thinking that new robin may not be dick but jason was still pretty cool

but then he develops his pictures and he sees what he caught on film

and it's jason mid leap hair pressed against his face mask bent in such a way that shows that his eyes are crinkling and a wide smile so bright that tim can almost hear jason's breathless laughter again

and oh

tim's hit with a dizzying amount of want

for that laugher and smile and bright ice blue eyes to be directed at him

he's never wanted anything more even his parents attention wouldn't compare to getting jason to look at him even once

[nari-writes]

...........

The thing is, Tim doesn’t realise Kon doesn’t know his secret identity until Kon sighs, looks over at him longingly, and says, “Man. You’d be so good at this.”

“Good at what?” he asks, distracted by the plans he’s got spread out in front of him. Bruce wants an update on Lex’s new office, but Tim’s been trying to figure out why the old one has an extra hallway that seems to go nowhere. The last time Lex had a hallway that went ‘nowhere’, Tim and Bart had found a cloning lab.

“All the hero stuff, you know?” Kon says, and Tim blinks. He blinks again, trying to catch up while Kon keeps talking, “Like, you’re super smart, you’re super organised, and you’re totally obsessed with mysteries. You’d make a great Robin.”

“What?” Tim asks, feeling vaguely like he’s been shoved into a mirror dimension. But his undershirt is definitely half-hanging out of his laundry basket, and the R’s on the outside, so he can’t have been transported to an alternate dimension sometime within the last two minutes of conversation. Also, wait! he thinks to himself, he’s literally working on a plan to break into Lex’s building with Conner – why would he be doing that if he wasn’t-?

“Yeah!” Kon says, gaining enthusiasm at Tim’s bafflement, “Dude, you’re awesome. We could totally make a case. Where’s your computer? I bet I could get one of your powerpoints in front of Batman. Reasons why Tim Drake should be Robin, created by Superboy and validated by Young Justice.”

“Is it even my powerpoint if you’re going to take credit on making it?” Tim asks, and Kon waves off the question with one hand.

“Well, we can’t present a biased opinion,” Kon says, “and everyone in Gotham knows Robin’s the coolest, so if it was just from a civilian Batman may not take it seriously.”

Batman may not take it seriously, Tim’s brain repeats to itself, and then Tim has to stop himself from cracking up at the thought of Bruce sitting through a powerpoint on why his current Robin would make a ‘super cool’ Robin.

Presented by Superboy.

“Kon,” he says, unable to hide the laughter in his tone. Of course his friend is trying to joke - what other option is there? That Kon doesn't realise he's Robin? “What are you talking about? I can’t give Batman a presentation on why I should be Robin.”

Kon’s mouth twists in a mulish scowl. “Don’t,” he says, sounding more annoyed than Tim would’ve thought at such a joke, “You’re amazing, Tim. You would make an awesome Robin.”

“I know,” Tim says, and tries to ignore the flip in his stomach at how solemn Kon’s expression is, the way he’s serious about every word. It’s making his face feel hot, that Kon hasn’t immediately dropped the compliments, or paired them with an overly flirtatious wink. “Come on, dude, I get it. What bought this on?”

“It just- it’d be cool to hang out with you at the tower. Or do missions with you,” Kon mumbles and Tim stops entirely.

“Kon,” he says, because before it may have been a weird joke Kon was playing, some sort of ego-boost but he knows Kon well enough to read that expression, and- “Kon, I’m Robin. I can’t get Batman a presentation on why I deserve to have my own position.”

This time it’s Kon’s turn to look shell-shocked. “-what.”

“How did you not know?” Tim asks, feeling pained and also a little bit like a bad friend – had he inadvertently lied about something, made Kon think he and Robin were different people? Was he not clear enough when he’d introduced himself to Conner and Bart and Cassie, that weekend before Jason’s attack on the tower? Did Bart and Cassie also not know? Also, wait, back to his first thought of the day: “Why- why did you think I was helping you plan a break in to Lexcorp?”

“Lex sucks?” Kon says, the words an offering, and Tim squints at him.

“You think a normal civilian would help you commit crime?”

“What! How is this a crime?”

“This is literally breaking and entering! Technically, since I’m Bruce Wayne’s ward, it’d also be considered corporate sabotage.”

“It’s not a crime if the victim sucks,” Kon mutters bitterly, and Tim’s squint gets even more aggressive, brow furrowed.

“Kon. What was your explanation for how I knew you were Superboy?”

Kon shrugs, but his face has steadily been getting more and more closed off as his embarrassment deepens. “Dude, I said you were good at mysteries. I thought you just- figured it out. I wasn’t subtle the first time we met.”

“You didn’t have a name the first time we met!”

“What? Oh-” Kon says, “no, okay, the first time I met you as a civvy?”

"Huh?" Tim asks, and Kon cocks his head to the side.

"Yeah! Remember, it was the Mudders charity thing, and Superman and I volunteered in civvies but that girl got stuck in the mud pits so after I went to get her out you helped me hose off and said 'good job Superboy', and then I freaked out and you laughed at me."

"What," says Tim. He does remember that, but there's a key difference between his memory and Kon's- "you were in civvies?"

"Why did you think I kept showing up here as Superboy!" Kon says, this time his turn for exasperation.

"Because I told you my identity?!"

"You said your name was Alvin Draper! You wore contacts!"

"You have x-ray vision! I live with Batman!"

"Tim!" Kon yells, and it's not entirely angry but Kon's suddenly in his face, his hands wrapped around Tim's biceps. "Tim I didn't know! I just thought you were my cool civvy friend who figured out my identity while I was covered in mud and- and-"

Kon's suddenly beaming, and Tim has whiplash.

"Hi, Robin," Kon says, so soft that Tim's heart crawls up his throat with sticky fingers, his face burning. Is there a connection, between the blood rushing to his cheeks, and the migration of his pulse? He knows there's a connection between Kon's palms on his skin and the movement of his heart, at least, but this is-

"Yeah?" he says, and Kon's grin gets bigger.

"I am never ever letting you forget this."

[oneshotprincess]

there are two wolves inside you

one wants tall damian because it'll piss off tim, the other wants short damian so that jon can forever hold the 'i'm taller than you' card