#reverse robin au

[too0bsessedformyowngood]

Okay so I’ve been reading a lot of reverse robin AUs recently and I have a hot take. Duke Thomas should be the Dick Grayson parallel instead of Damian.

Hear me out. So bare bones Duke was the last to join in cannon, so he should be the first to join for reverse robins. But to get deeper into it Duke lost both of his parents at the same time setting him down a path of becoming a vigilante. He becomes Bruce’s ward instead of being adopted because he already was raised with two good parents and doesn’t want them to be replaced. He also created his own mantle that was the opposite to Batman, the light to Batman’s dark, inspiring hope against Batman’s fear. He’s friendly and works well and inspires others, but also extremely sharp and smart which people often forget.

Damian would work well as a batgirl parallel more. He would join after Duke but be a few years older, got there already trained and immediately jumping into crime fighting. Covering the areas that Bruce and Duke don’t fill. While Duke takes up his own name Damian would use a name more inspired by Batman himself.

I just think this dynamic of Bruce and Duke being the first dynamic duo would fit so well (also get to spotlight Duke who so often gets overlooked).

[ky-landfill]

“So then how do you suggest we proceed?”

[awzominator]

Jason likes to annoy his siblings to the best of his abilities

Inspired by my little sister sitting and farting on me...multiple times

[browniesarethebest]

Prompt: "Kick his ass for me" Reverse robin au Dick gets bullied and beat up at school for being different and the bros don't like it. Bruce has a new agenda to also get this bullies away from his boy behind the scene. Thank you

Just a note before reading this. In my head, all of the Gotham prep schools are on the same campus, but the schools are separated into four buildings (elementary, middle, high, and a huge-ass auditorium). Tommy sees Stephanie around campus sometimes.

Also I realized this said bros after I added Stephanie and Cass. So have a bonus scene with them.

Edit: I totally just realized that I never used the phrase “Kick his ass for me”. Whoops.

The first time Dick came home with a bruise on his face, they didn’t think too much of it. Dick had said that they were playing soccer in gym and one of the boys had just gotten a little too rough. It happened. Jason and Damian had gotten in trouble once or twice for being too rough during sports.

When Dick had come home a few days later with a busted lip and dirty pants, they had gotten suspicious. Dick had said that he had been playing at recess and that one of the boys had gotten a little too rough again, but they didn’t buy it. It wouldn’t be the first time a new Wayne got bullied (except Tim, who had already been an elite when he was adopted by Bruce). It just seemed like it would be the first time said Wayne didn’t fight back.

When the others had gotten picked on for the first time, they fought back, and they fought dirty. Bruce had been called in each time and managed to put the blame on the bullies with his children getting off scot-free. It looked like that wouldn’t be happening with Dick, though.

Damian, Tim, Steph, Cass, and Bruce went to Jason since he went to the same school. Sure, he was a few years older, but maybe he had heard something.

“The other kids try to make sure I don’t hear anything��‘cause they know I’ll beat them up.” Jason rolled his eyes as he played with the basketball in his hands. “Like that could stop me. They call him names, like ‘Charity Case’ and ‘Circus Freak’. Sometimes, they make fun of his parents.” The family became furious, and Jason nodded at their obvious anger. “I know! The only reason why I haven’t beaten ‘em up yet is ‘cause they’re all younger than me. I’d definitely get in more trouble if I beat up a bunch of eight-year-olds.” Jason scowled. “I’m getting pretty close, though.”

Bruce and the others left to think over this information and what they wanted to do about the situation. Damian lagged behind and leaned down towards Jason.

“Do what you want to them. Just make sure there’s no evidence.”

Jason smirked with a glint in his eye and saluted, satisfying Damian. He walked off to go do his own thinking.

Those little bastards wouldn’t know what hit them.

When Dick went to school the next day, it was to see Brian Hanson practically spitting at two laughing students.

“Wow, Brian, didn’t know your mom used to be a porn star.” Dick overheard one of the students say. Brian shrieked and lunged at the student, and a teacher ran over to stop the fight.

Dick looked over at Jason, who had a smirk on his face, though he wasn’t looking at the fight like Dick thought he would. “What’s a porn star?”

Jason’s smirk grew into a grin, and he wrapped his arm around Dick as he led him into the school. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t ask further. With the way Brian was screaming, he didn’t think he wanted to know.

Jason, meanwhile, could barely keep from laughing. He’d have to high-five Tim when he got home. No secret was safe from him, and it seemed he blasted Brian’s mom’s past on the Internet.

Who knew she was a porn star back in the day.

Tommy Milford was waiting for his butler to pick him up when he saw his crush waving at him. Stephanie Brown was 10 years older than him, but she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She was funny and bright, and they were going to be married one day. Of course, that would mean being related to the circus freak, but he was sure they could cut him out of their lives. 

Stephanie gestured for him to come over, and he eagerly complied. She smiled at him, making Tommy’s heart beat faster.

“Hi, Tommy! I wanna show you something. You mind coming with me?”

“I don’t mind!” Tommy followed her into the nearby alleyway, completely ignoring his nanny’s warnings to not follow strangers into strange places—Stephanie wasn’t a stranger so it was fine. He only began to grow nervous when he saw Cassandra Cain standing in the alley. He turned around and found Stephanie blocking his only exit.

Tommy’s eyes darted nervously between the two girls. “Um, what’s going on?”

Stephanie’s smile turned into a shark-like grin as Cassandra moved forward. Tommy swallowed nervously.

“You hurt Dick.” Cassandra stated. Tommy’s heart skyrocketed. Oh no! Oh no! They knew!

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tommy tried to scoot around Stephanie, but she gripped his shoulder hard, keeping him in place.

Stephanie tutted. “Now, now. We’re not done here, Tommy.” She turned him back around so he was facing Cassandra. Tommy whimpered at her glare.

“You know, Gotham Elementary has a very strict no-bullying policy. And Bruce Wayne has a lot of sway with the school, considering that he funds it.” Stephanie stared at him. “All it would take is one complaint from him, and you’d be expelled.”

Tommy burst into tears. “Please! Please! Don’t tell them! I’ll never bother Dick again! My parents will be so mad if I get expelled!”

He was suddenly grabbed by Cassandra and was pulled towards her until their noses were practically touching. “You do not look. You do not speak. You do not touch Dick. Understand?”

Tommy nodded quickly. To his embarrassment, he found himself wetting his pants. Cassandra wrinkled her nose and let go of him. Stephanie giggled, the two girls walked away. Stephanie looked over her shoulder. “We’ll be watching.”

When the butler finally pulled up to the school and saw the boy’s state, he tried to ask what happened, but Tommy just screamed that he had taken too long and to take him home.

Chris Manchester was heading back to the playground from the park bathroom when he was suddenly dragged into the trees. Before he could cry out for help, his mouth was covered. 

“You scream, I break your hand. Do you understand?” With tears in his eyes, Chris nodded. The figure removed his hand and slammed the boy into a tree. Chris looked up to see Damian Wayne glaring down at him, with Jason Todd, the street rat, standing behind him.

“What—” Damian shook the boy.

“You do not speak.” Damian snarled. Chris snapped his mouth shut as he quivered in fear. Jason was grinning at him. Chris did not like the look in Jason’s eyes.

“I have heard that you are hurting my brother. Is this true?”

Chris’s eyes widened in fear. “N-No! I’m not! I swear!”

“Richard’s injuries say otherwise, and Jason here has identified you as one of the culprits.”

Chris tried to build up some bravery and shakily looked back at Damian. “My-My brother went to school with you, and he said you cared about status. Grayson isn’t—he’s a circus freak! You have to care about that!”

Chris knew he said the wrong thing when Damian’s eyes lit up with rage. He was once again slammed into the tree, and he burst into tears.

“I was immature back then, as much as I dislike to admit it. Status means nothing when your life will amount to nothing. You will grow up unfulfilled, unhappy, and unloved. Richard will be surrounded by people who love him, something you will never experience.”

Chris burst into tears, and Damian dropped him to the ground. He thought it was over, but Damian looked at Jason.

“Do what you wish to him. Just don’t make it obvious.”

Jason cracked his knuckles and strode forward.

Bruce wanted to do something as Batman. However, Bruce figured his kids had it covered on that front. Besides, there was a way for him to punish those kids much more than he could as Batman.

“I’m afraid Wayne Enterprises is going to be terminating business with Manchester Industries.” Bruce looked to the other two men sitting at the conference table. “The same goes for Hanson Research and Milford Incorporated.”

“Mr. Wayne, I don’t understand.” Eric Manchester said. “Business has never been better! What could have brought you to this decision?”

“Mr. Manchester, I pride myself on running an honest company with honest partners. I’m afraid I can’t continue to do that when the owners of some of these partners raise their sons to be bullies.”

“Bullies?” Michael Hanson exclaimed. “What on earth are you talking about?”

Bruce suddenly glared at the men, causing them to shrink back. None of them had ever seen the jovial man so angry. “It has come to my attention recently that your sons have been bullying mine. To me, that is a reflection of the men you truly are, and I can’t have that for my company.”

“Mr. Wayne.” Steven Milford tried to appease. “Boys will be boys. It’s just what they do.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “As a decent man and the father of two daughters, I have never liked the phrase ‘boys will be boys’. It’s an excuse to let your sons get away with bad behavior, and I will not tolerate it. I am terminating our partnerships and that is final. Good day.” 

The men tried to protest, but Bruce stood and left, refusing to listen. Before he left, he heard the men angrily muttering to themselves about how much trouble their sons would be in when they got home. Bruce smirked.

He may not have had the cowl on, but he could issue just as much punishment without it.

[pixiatn]

The Reverse Robin au except the first Robin is literally just a big chunk of Gothams youth population, like just several teens ranging from 13 to 19 dressed up in red, green, and yellow clothes committing mass acts of vigilantism, identifying as one individual. They're somehow organized as fuck and have a lil scheduling system which only allows 10 Robin's out per night. Eventually Bruce is like "ok this fucking ridiculous, we're choosing ONE Robin" and all the other Robins nominate Duke. And while this point forward (at least till a couple years later) Duke is Bruces only Robin, it doesn't stop Duke from having Robin family reunions in the Wayne Manor backyard

[iphoenixrising]

what are your thoughts on a reverse Robin au? lots of tim angst potential with trying to live up to Damian before dying at the hands of the joker, but just imagine the batfam still knowing he’s worth saving, trying hard to convince him to come home and that there’s still a place for you tim, always, and a less experience dick and jay refusing to give up on their idol (their Robin)

Hi babe. 

I kind of answered this ask before here. And the link to my babe’s, @poison-basil, Robin Reversal fic is there too.

As for what I personally think of Tim pretty much in Jay’s role is just wow. Tim as the Robin that died and got thrown in the Pit. Makes sense that he gets Ra’s as his mentor while the insanity is still on him. 

And I would absolutely love to have Dami in Nightwing, desperate to get Tim back, to save him from himself, to try easing his own sense of guilt by refusing to let Red Hood!Tim just disappear in the aether again.

It would be cute to see Robin!Dick completely entranced by the Robin that died while Red Robin!Jason would come in from working with the Titans when Dami calls out for help.

(Of course Jason and Tim had their scuffles over the former Robin tunic, and that’s Dami’s ace in the hole. The fact Tim felt guilty about how he’d beaten up Jay in the beginning when he was still Pit-Crazy, and now makes an effort to keep track of Red Robin during the Titan missions, make sure his replacement doesn’t, you know, die, too.)

I think it would be so, so much for Tim when all the past and present Robins congregate on the roof of his safe house, infiltrate his space with Alfred food and case files, fill up the battered couch while Dick keeps Tim from leaving by laying all over his lap, holding up a bandaged ankle. 

(”It doesn’t hurt so much when I’m with you.” Dick’s eyes are so blue and adorable that Tim just huffs and stops trying to set the kid back down on the couch next to Dami.)

“This one been hauntin’ me fer weeks,” Jay pulls out the manilla folder and starts handing out copies of the case file and analysis to all the Robins. “Might be nice ta have the best detective take a lookit, you feel me here?” 

It’s a crazy thing when all of them pretty much pass out in Tim’s safe house, Dami obviously cuddling Dick on his lap with Jay under one arm even after their fight about the Robin mantle going to Dick at a time when Jay needed it. 

Tim just throws a blanket over them with a sigh wondering how the hell they all found him and why they’d bother coming after the Robin that fucking died.

But while the Bat boys are being adorable and snoozing away, a polite knock on the door to his safe house immediately gets Tim’s protective instinct to rise to the fore, and he’s got twin .45s in hand before his brain catches up to what he’s doing.

Both at arm’s length pointed at the door, he growls a low “come on in,” and just waits for some asshole to try hurting any one of his broth–

Fuck, when did that thought start?

But the door swings open, and he gets the surprise of his fucking second life when Bruce steps over the threshold. Old jeans and a t-shirt, four pizzas in his arms, the Dark Knight has never looked more Dad than he does in that moment.

“Tim,” breathed out with something so painful behind it, the vigilante has to flinch back a step.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to hug my son, Tim. And I’ll be damned if I don’t get to do it.”

Bruce might run his fingers through Dick’s messy hair, take Jay’s wrist computer off, and minutely adjust the pillow under Dami’s head, but his attention is really on Tim.

(He sees a hint of the autopsy scar from where his button up flannel shows a hint of collar bone.)

It might be here Bruce agrees with his Robins and tries to make a stand. Plan: Bring Tim Back to the Bats is really a go.

[itsandygraves]

Reverse Robin AU Headcanon

Through time away from the league and the love and support of his friends Damian realizes just how toxic and abusive his relationships with his mother and grandfather were and vows to never let anyone else suffer the way he did. So when he finds out about tiny Tim Drake and his absent parents he immediately insures that he's never alone, Tim ends up spending most of his time at the manor or out with Damian and his friends, who joke that Tim is their little mascot. When Damian decides to shed the moniker of Shadow and become Nightwing he begins training Tim to become the next Shadow. When Tim was kidnapped by the Joker Damian contacts a sorceress to find him and put a spell on the Joker, trapping him in his own mind for the rest of his life. Damian laughs his ass off when Jason shows up and Bruce has to explain how this small underfed runt almost got away with all of the tires on the Batmobile. Damian can tell that Jason would go out to help Bruce and Tim anyway so he might as well make sure the boy doesn't get himself killed. He trains Jason like he did Tim and Jason becomes Redbird. When Dick comes to the manor he's scared and wary because Bruce is big and intimidating, Tim is quiet and passes out a lot, and Jason swears really loudly and always smells like smoke, and Alfred always seems to just appear out of thin air and none of them speak Romani and Dick doesn't speak English all that well. He latches onto Damian who is always warm and solid and he actually speaks Romani, he even makes Romani food for Dick because he understands what it's like to suddenly be isolated from everything you ever knew. When Damian came to live with Bruce it was like his culture and everything that came with it were stripped away and he knows how hard that is to explain, especially if you don't understand English or the slang Americans use. Damian teaches Dick how to English and trains him which is how Robin is born. Everyone in Gotham agrees that you'd have to be brain dead to go after one of the little birds because then it's not Batman you've got to worry about, it's Nightwing and when it comes to his siblings Nightwing is infinitely more terrifying than Batman could ever be. God help the poor soul who dares to try and date one of Damian's little sibling, you thought the batglare was bad but it's got nothing in Damian's overprotective big brother glare.

[a-marlene-s]

My Take on the Reverse Robins

... Somehow.... it got angsty... For me that is.

Damian Wayne:

Damian knew his mother is part of the League of Assassins and his father is training to do... something. All he knew is that something, required him to train relentlessly. What for? He doesn’t know yet... until the then eight-year old now had to go live with his father full time and quickly found out the guy is Batman.

At least Alfred makes amazing cookies.

Tim Drake:

Did you ever have one of those days nothing goes your way? Batman and Robin had one of those days when they found himself unable to hack a computer in some warehouse. They were at their wits ends… and some scruffy kid had come back from scavenging food off the streets claiming that’s his computer. Ended up that Tim Drake was sold off by some random mob boss to settle his parent’s debt and has been the one hacking people left and right under the orders of the boss. One of those people? Bruce Wayne.

It ended up that Tim had found out Batman’s secret identity one day, and decided he was going to use it to his advantage. Reason? A new life. A better life. Leaving behind clues for Batman/Bruce to find to have the vigilante to look for Tim and in turn, the mob that has him.

Batman wanted to say no. Damian said yes and told Alfred of Tim, to get the man to agree with him. Alfred already had a room ready before the call even ended.

When Tim got killed by Joker… it hurt all of them to the core. Tim wanted a better life than the one he had before, but they all feel like they failed him massively.

Jason Todd:

By this time, Damian now goes by Nightwing and now has a rocky relationship with his father. Bruce became more reclusive in his personal life and reckless during his time as Batman. The death of Tim hit them both hard and are refusing to talk about it.  Something took note of the massive change of dynamic, that person is Jason Todd. The son of an old friend of Bruce, Catherine Todd.

Bruce began to know Jason when Catherine needed to runaway from her abusive husband. Jason stayed in the manor several times for his own protection. In one of those many stays, Bruce messed up. One night, a very reckless night mind you, Batman nearly collapsed walking through the back garden. Completely forgetting that Jason is staying there for the night once again.

Jason helped the injured Batman into the manor as Alfred and Damian were nowhere to be seen. Batman guided Jason to the Batcave as there was the medical supplies he needed. There, Batman took off his mask.

When Jason brought up, he wanted to become Robin during a dinner. Damian and Bruce both said no in the same time. Damian for not wanting a repeat of what had happened to Tim. For Bruce… he doesn’t know if he has what it takes to take in someone else. Things changed when one night, Jason didn’t stay at the manor.

Bruce got a call that Jason’s parents were both murdered, but not in the way he thought it to be. Arriving at the scene with Damian and Alfred to witness a heavily battered Jason being loaded up into an ambulance. Alfred rode on the ambulance so that Jason wasn’t alone and hopefully get some information on what had happened.

Commissioner Gordon explained to Bruce and Damian that Catherine was murdered by estranged husband before the man had put his attention to young Jason. That was when Bruce got a text from Alfred, it’s a picture of a coin with an all too familiar insignia on it… Red Hood.

Jason will later recount how during the beating, he heard several gun shots… and seeing the monster fall to the ground. Then a masked figure standing by the doorway before calling for 911 and helping him with his wounds before the cops arrived. Jason witnessed his mother getting murdered and seeing said murderer getting killed by someone else… made the teen wonder if he was lucky or unlucky in the same time.

It was at that point, Bruce decided to take in Jason as the next Robin. He didn’t want the kid to go down the wrong path after seeing what he had witnessed and had goth through that night. Training was gruesome and relentless, but worth it in the end.

Over year has gone by when they Bat Family found out that Red Hood is none other than Tim Drake… who wasn’t exactly at odds with Jason taking on the Robin mantle or mad at Bruce for taking in another kid. Tim grew somber and saw the world as black and white… and red.

Dick Grayson:

Bruce doesn’t know how he did it, but he had managed to drag all three of his boys to the circus. Some were grumbling about it, Jason and Tim, while the other one looked on with mild curiosity, Damian. Luckily for all of them, Alfred threatened he’d lock them all out of the manor if they didn’t go. It was done before. One-time Tim had unlocked a window to only see Alfred standing there with a fire extinguisher. Everyone quickly learned to fear the fire extinguisher.

When the Flying Graysons started their routine, there was tension in the air. It wasn’t of anticipation at seeing a family doing their routine in the air without a safety net. It was something else. Then when the youngest Grayson looked at one of the ropes in horror, it explained everything. The cheers and shouts didn’t allow anyone to hear John callout for Mary to not take the jump but it was too late. He caught her and she looked up to see one of the ropes began to tear under both their weights... she knew they were goners. The last thing they both looked on to see the complete horror from their son as he watched them fall to their death.

Chaos fell over.

Next thing the Bat Family knew, they were arguing on whether they should take in Dick Grayson. Many arguments were made. Pros and Cons. As they argued, they didn’t see Alfred in the background wrapping Dick with a thick blanket and giving him a stuffed animal. It wasn’t until Alfred appeared next to Bruce and informed him that CPS will be talking to him shortly about taking in the young nine-year-old Dick Grayson… who is currently sobbing in the limo.

No one dared to argue with Alfred… and it appeared they have a new kid to take care of.

Might more headcanon to this. Funny ones.

[kheta]

Things I need in a Reverse Robins AU

-I don’t care what the order is but please let Duke and Jarro be adopted before Damian is taken in! I need Damian to be jealous of an alien starfish, my bones require it 😭

-Duke ans Damian make Jason and Dick’s lives so difficult… not as antagonist and purely because they snuck out and caused so much havock that Bruce now has a sixth sense for when his kids want to act up. They cannot even attempt stealth because Duke and Damian did it better.

-I want Duke and Damian to be those kid brothers that never got along. They used to regularly ‘spar’ (fist fight) but Dick, Cass and Jason don’t believe it because they get along so well now? Tim and Steph are obviously lying.

-A grown Dick Grayson being so mad because he went his whole life wanting to be taller than just one big brother, one! And he never gets it 🥰 (Him and Tim are the same height. He hates it w a passion) Technically he is taller than Jarro. But so is Ace and Tidus, that accounts for literally nothing.

-In contrasts to his big brother’s stealth and sneaking out shennanigans, Tim just straight up lies to Bruce when he wants to take off with YJ, vaguely saying their plans (baseball, trip to some histprical landmark, chilling on Bart’s new ride) So while Bruce blames Duke and Dami for his greys, he says that Tim is the only reason he isn’t fully grey because he’s so responsible and considerate and always tells Bruce everything. (Tim tells Bruce exactly three things, two are half-truths and one is the boldest lie in town 😇 Bruce is nonethewiser.)

-Running off of that, I want Tim to be the sneaky middle child always in chaos, but I want Dami to know this and point it out to Bruce and gst shut down (like Candace Flynn levels of bad)

-Dick is spoilt by his many older siblings. He knows and takes advantage. I’m talking like 18yo Dick Grayson showing up at 22yo Jason’s place when Jason is at College and Jason returns home to find his little brother wearing his robe, eating hia cereal and asking if he can borrow Jay’s car because Bruce is hiding his keys until Dick actually gets a drivers license, which he doesn’t need because he hardly ever drives anyway 🙄😒 Jason tells him to fuck off, kicks him for not throwing thw empty cereal box away and asks where tf he thinks he’s off to anyway??????

-I want Cass to be a bratty younger sister, but only to Jason. She’s happy to hangout and cherishes her time with all her brothers, but she terrorises Jason. Purposefully is quieter when walking near him to frighten him, steals every comfy, bright hoodie he owns, wiggles into his bed and leaves her stuff for him to pick up, clean. She happily helps with chores until Jason asks and suddenly, she did not hear him, she was ‘busy, calm down grumpy.’ I want her looking at his school work and making faces at him if he tries to help her. I want her to want nothing more than to bite Jason, but also have him be her secret favourite brother. I need them to be best friends but the sort who will sell each other out for a single corn chip.

-Dick convinces Damian to help him steal an elephant. If Damian weren’t so weak for his baby brother he’d think about how even tge manor is not large enough to comfortably house an elephant. Duke isn’t completely sure it’s a good idea, but he trusts his brother’s to be smart enough to think this through ☺️ (they have not and will not think the logistics of owning an elephant through) Tim is fully aware this is a bad plan, he’s just even worse at saying no to Dick 💀 Steph is so mad that she has to be the voice of reason among these idiots 😒

-Tim dropping out of High-school actually leads to a huge fight lol. Bc Duke and Damian have Masters and Jason is looking into Ivy Leagues and Cass adores you Tim you need to be a role model 😠 Tim moves to San Francisco and doesn’t talk to Bruce for months after that fight. He still regularly contacts his siblings though.

-Personally don’t love Jason dying in Reverse Robin AU’s, but you know if Joker killed him at 15 he’d be dead in two weeks tops. Oh you want to kill the baby brother of a trqined assassin and Tim, one bad hour away from villany, Drake-Wayne? You think Duke would stop them? Dick? You think wrong. Dick might even try to jump ahead of the line. Cass is perfectly happy to shut her eyes and pretend she cannot see her brothers planning 🫢 The Joker would die a slow and painful death. Steph and Duje would run Batman distraction. (Bruce actually has a support network and two kids younger than Jason who are grieving. He’d need to be a parent and help them with their grief. He’ll probably be shit at it, but he’d still need to try.)

-When Steph starts college she occasionally visits the manor, liberally fills her bag with spare socks, new towels and non-perishables. Alfred doesn’t mind. Bruce does, but only because he’s more than willing to buy it for her and she will kick him if he even glances at any of his credit cards or bank accounts while she is near.

- Barbara probably has a crush on Steph and Tim. Like not a serious, I want a romantic relationship crush. But like ‘Steph is so strong and pretty and she’s so smart Dick, she wants to be a Doctor that’s so cool!’ And Tim is that weird crush you can’t describe. Like Matthew Gray-Gubler. He looks sorta like a raccon and an addict, but he’s weirdly handsome and can work a computer like no one else, ‘isn’t he so smart Dick?’ Dick doesn’t know whether to be jealous or to laugh at her because. Like. Really??? That’s who you think is cute from all my amazing big brothers ans sisters?

-Dick, as youngest brother, probably has the most eclectic music taste. He listens to classical, trap music, K-Pop, scremo, RnB, showtunes. Just all genres. He doesn’t love all genres, bit he k ows enough to have a super weird road trip playlist.

-Dick also always has to deal with his friends, civvie and otherwise, having crushes on his siblings.

-Jarro barely spends holidays with the family, but he gets presents put aside for him and is the most patient, most fun big brother of the batfam. Damian still hates him, but will begrudgingly buy him gifts and invite him to family events because unfortunately, Jarro is his sibling. -Because he's never around, Jarro is the favourite older sibling, with Jason, Cass and Dick always making him projects from school. Duke, Dami and Tim see Jarro more, since they love going to see the JL or going to space and don't care that Bruce disapproves. They will either lie to Bruce or sneak out or just leave the manor 'Because I am a grown ass adult B, you can't ground me.' Steph does not like space or the JL half as much and is more busy studying/working than the other three losers. (affectionate)

-Gotham villains are in shock when, after having highly predictable vigilantes who just come in through the front/back door (Duke and Damian) they are faced with vigilantes who will in fact bazooka an entry way open (Jason and Cass)

[redrobin-detective]

I just had a thought, how different would everything be if like the ages were switched like from oldest to youngest. Damian, Tim, Cassandra, Jason, and dick like besides the fact that Damian would be really scary if any one messed with his little siblings and that Bruce would be grateful that little dickie acts like a kid, jumping from ceilings not with standing

Ah you mean the Reverse Robin AU which I do find very interesting except for the bothersome fact of how in heckies name can Damian, the only blood son, could possibly be around and old enough to be the first Robin at the start of Batman career?? The only reasonable explanation I can think of is Bruce and Talia had their affair younger, when Bruce was training (somewhere between 16-18) and Talia drops him off a few years into Bruce’s Batman gig, maybe at maybe 25 ish. Anyway yeah.

Damian is the oldest Robin, the son he didn’t want and was in no way capable of handling properly at that stage in his life. He wasn’t bright and sunny like Dick and so Bruce saw no real reason to soften up. So he and Damian have a very strained relationship from the get go. Dami still sees himself as an assassin and is hoping being a vigilante will impress his father. They do end up being very close as they are similar in personality but Bruce is too emotionally distant to give Dami the love he needs so Damian leaves and goes off on his own.

Cass comes in a few years after Damian having escaped her abusive background, Dami connects with her seeing as she was also trained as an assassin and wanted more. She becomes one of the first people he really trusts in and they develop a strong platonic relationship. As Batgirl, she and Robin, later Nightwing, patrol together frequently and Dami is quite hurt when Cass announces she’s going to travel, hone her skills, maybe even find her mother. They still keep in contact but Dami is nursing some abandonment issues when Tim comes in and makes everything worse.

Tim sees that robin has left and wants to fill the role, he’s deduced the duos identities and volunteered as the second Robin. Bruce has seen the value in a partner and accepts. Bruce is still crappy with kids but Tim is much softer and friendlier than Damian, needs a little more attention after being neglected after a child and Bruce starts to open up around him. Damian is livid not only that he was replaced but that his Dad is now doting on this new kid. But Bruce had gotten used to Damian being such an expert from the start that he doesn’t pace Tim right and, in the end, leads to his death. Bruce is heartbroken, Talia is still angry about what went down with Damian and resurrects Tim who is upset that his ‘dad’ replaced him and seemingly didn’t care so he becomes a hero who kills from the shadows using his smarts and technology to take down villains without alerting Batman.

Jason lives in crime alley and he gets to see first hand what Bruce’s grief is like. He knows Batman is losing it and Jay tries to help. Bruce parks the car and unleashes hell unto criminals only to come back and find his tires missing. There’s a note on his windshield tell him to take a breath, deal with his issues and to come collect his tired at X address when he’s more calm. Bruce, against his will, is amused by the cheek which is how he meets Jason who is holding his tires captive. They talk and Bruce reveals Robin has died, Jason mentions that his mother also passed recently and he’s all on his own. Bruce’s heart just can’t take any more sad children so he adopts Jason. He trains Jay, being very precautious and doing his best to make sure Jason is prepared for anything. And he is until his dead predecessor is at Titans Tower beating him half to death for replacing him. “I guess Batman just wanted another dumb punching brat, someone who would obey him and not another nosy detective to fight him.”

Everyone is thrown for a loop when teeny tiny Dick Grayson is adopted out of nowhere by Bruce. Really? they say You haven’t learned your lesson? Damian is pretty much mad at every one in the family (sans Alfred and he actually gets on well with Jason and Cass), Tim is still killing people as Red Hood but the Bat family can’t track him down and he refuses to talk to anyone, Stephanie assumed the Batgirl role from Cass and is struggling to keep a float in the family, Jason is struggling under the weight of expectations put upon him as he’s the only happy/sane one left but it’s hard and he’s angry at what people are turning him into. Dick with his sunny smiles and boisterous personality instantly lightens everything and slowly helps piece the family back together. Damian takes to him instantly, he recognizes that his Father will not give the bright boy the attention he needs and big brother Dami swoops in and basically announces himself as Dick’s new guardian. Jay helps train Dick and is happy at how much Dick looks up to him. Dick is the first person to talk directly to Tim who tries to talk Dick out of being robin but Dick is insistent so Tim offers him sanctuary in case he ever needs it. The girls just adore Dickie.   

But then Bruce dies and Damian officially takes in Dick, and Jason is furious at Bruce for dying and is angry that undead Tim is attacking him and making him feel like a replacement so Jay goes after Tim to either finish him off or talk some sense into him. He’s gone for awhile but returns with a very reluctant Tim who announces he has proof Bruce is alive. Tim says he’s only there to make sure his jerk of an older brother is taking care of Dickie. Dick is so in awe of Damian and Dami has just melted with Dick. He finally starts patching things up with Tim and Jason and things are getting better. Bruce comes back, everyone is settled into their roles, Tim is slowly being welcomed back, people are smiling again. Except Talia still has it out for Bruce and the child he stole from her, so she’s going to steal one of his children. And that’s how Dickie is targeted and eventually killed by the Heretic and just like that, all of the light has been snuffed from the Manor.

[ky-landfill]

Helouda! Only if you want to… how about a Reverse!Robins with big bro Tim and baby Jay, or Dick… or both!! ;;_;; ♡

Thank you so much for sharing your art with the fandom!!! :"D♡♡♡

[awzominator]

Cass and Dick from my reverse Robin AU

They are often found doing little performances and stretching Bc Dick is a circus boi and Cass is a dancey gal

[browniesarethebest]

Halloween

Reverse Batfamily Fic

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Commissioner Gordon, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth

Summary: The Batfamily goes trick-or-treating

“Bruuuuuuuuuuce!” Bruce immediately held his arms out and caught Dick.

“Dick, you know you’re not supposed to slide down the banister.” Bruce’s lips twitched as he tried not to smile.

“But it’s so fun.” Dick jumped out of Bruce’s arms and spun around, flinging his arms out. “Look at the costume Alfred made for me! Isn’t it the best costume ever?”

Bruce finally took in Dick’s costume and nearly scowled, just barely able to hold it back. Dick was wearing a Superman costume; he even had the signature curled hair on his forehead.

“It’s...great.” Bruce forced a smile on his face as Dick took off, holding his arms out and making whooshing sounds. Jason was the next to bounce down the stairs, wearing a Han Solo costume.

“Bang!” Jason aimed at Bruce. “You’re dead!”

Before Bruce could say anything, he heard a scoff at the top of the stairs and looked up to see Stephanie and Cass descending, each wearing the other’s costume. “It’s not ‘bang’, Jason! It’s ‘pew pew’! Everyone knows that!”

Jason rolled his eyes. “But that sounds so lame. It doesn’t nearly sound as badass.”

“Language.”

Bruce was ignored as Stephanie answered Jason. “Like ‘bang’ sounds any more badass?”

“Language.”

“Honestly, Father, why do you even try? You’re not Alfred.” Damian walked down, dressed as usual, though there was something off about his clothes…

“Where’s your costume?” Bruce asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Damian sighed. “Richard insisted I wear one, but I refused to dress up as any of the ‘heroes’ that he suggested, so I am going as a billionaire playboy.” Now that Damian had mentioned that, Bruce could see that his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and his clothes looked a bit more ruffled than usual—was that his jacket? Bruce frowned, not sure how to feel about Damian’s ‘costume’ when Dick ran up.

“Can we go trick-or-treating now? Please? Please? Please?”

Bruce rested his hand on Dick’s head to calm him down. “We can go in just a moment. We need to wait for Tim.”

Dick whined. “I don’t know why Timmy’s taking so long! His costume is really easy!”

“You know what his costume is?” Stephanie asked. Dick nodded.

“Yeah. Kon came over yesterday to drop it off. Timmy didn’t want anyone to see. I think he thinks we’ll make fun of him.”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up as she smiled deviously. “Oh really? What’s his costume? Is it really embarrassing?”

Dick grinned cheekily. “You’ll just have to see. I’ll go get him!” Dick ran up the stairs and disappeared into Tim’s room.

“Dick, no!” Everyone heard Tim shout.

“Come onnn!” Dick was whining. He was going to pull the puppy-dog eyes on Tim at any moment.

They heard footsteps, and Dick suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs, walking backwards as he dragged Tim. Stephanie immediately burst out laughing when she saw his costume. Tim was dressed in Kon’s clothes. He looked like a child dressing up in his sibling’s clothes; they hung off of him, making Tim seem even skinnier than he was. Bruce mentally noted to tell Alfred to feed Tim more.

“Shut up.” Tim grumbled, blushing. He let Dick lead him down the stairs. “The Team decided to dress up as each other, and I pulled Kon’s name out of the hat.”

“I bet they rigged it.” Stephanie murmured to Cass, who nodded in agreement.

“Can we go now?” Dick was already starting to tug at Bruce’s hand.

“Wait, shouldn’t Bruce have a costume?” Stephanie grinned, ignoring the glare that Bruce sent her.

Dick gasped. “You’re right!” He pouted up at Bruce. “Bruce, why aren’t you wearing a costume? We’re a family . We’re all supposed to dress up.”

Stephanie was going to be washing the Batmobile when they got back. Bruce would make sure of it. He looked down at Dick, whose wide, sad eyes were practically boring into his soul. He sighed.

“I don’t have a costume, Dick. I didn’t think I needed one.”

Alfred suddenly appeared by his side with a shopping bag. “Well then, it is a good thing I bought one for you, Master Bruce.”

Bruce frowned at Alfred but couldn’t say anything as Dick cheered and thanked Alfred. Bruce took the bag out of Alfred’s hand and went up to his room to change. When he took the costume out of the bag, he was not happy.

While everyone else’s costumes had been homemade or borrowed (but still was the real thing), Alfred had gone out and bought Bruce what had to be the cheapest Batman costume he had ever seen. It was made with flimsy polyester and had a cloth utility belt. The eye holes were cut out so you could see his eyes, and the cape was made with some shiny cloth.

He hated it.

He absolutely hated it.

Alfred would never buy something so cheap-looking, but it would be impossible to recognize him as Batman in this costume. He was sure Alfred did this as a joke. Everybody (except maybe Dick) would make fun of him for days, maybe even weeks, after tonight. Bruce didn’t even want to think what would happen if Hal Jordan or Barry Allen saw him in it.

But the look on Dick’s face when he came down the stairs made it worth it.

“Bruce! Bruce!” Dick bounced up to him, smiling from ear to ear. “You’re a superhero too! Now we can all match!”

Bruce looked over at Damian and Jason and looked back at Dick. “What about them?”

Before Dick could answer, Jason cut in. “Han Solo is a hero! He saves a whole galaxy!”

“And Damian?” Bruce looked at him. Damian quirked an eyebrow.

“I am you, aren’t I?”

“I thought you were a billionaire playboy?”

Damian shrugged. “I see no difference.”

Dick tugged on Bruce’s cape. “See? We all match! Now let’s go!”

For the most part, trick-or-treating was uneventful. The kids marveled when other dressed up like them, though everyone laughed at the inaccuracies. Bruce had to cut it off when someone (Damian) got incredibly detailed when describing how a little boy’s cardboard batarang would get him killed if he were to actually fight a villain.

Bruce was a little wary to be trick-or-treating in the city. Even without the bigger villains, there were still muggers, drug dealers, and—Bruce mentally shuddered—pedophiles. It was the perfect night for men with ‘candy’ to lure children away from safety.

Bruce didn’t have to worry though. When one such pedophile tried to approach Dick while Jason excitedly showed off his king-sized candy bar, telling the boy to follow him down the alley for a bunch of candy, Dick had kicked the man in the shin and shouted about not letting the man molest him.

And if the man was left bloody and bruised in the alleyway by a certain someone (Damian), well, Bruce didn’t see anything.

There was a quick run-in with Commissioner Gordon, who was taking Barbara out. She was dressed as Batwoman, much to Stephanie and Cass’s dismay. Commissioner Gordon squinted at Stephanie and Cass’s costumes, thinking that they looked a little too realistic, but chalked it up to them being able to have costumes custom-made with the money they had. He had a great laugh at Bruce’s costume though.

By the time they got home, Dick was falling asleep in Bruce’s arms. He kept a tight grip on his bag of candy, letting Bruce bat Jason’s hand away whenever the older boy tried to playfully grab it. Bruce was going to take Dick to his room when Jason suddenly shouted, causing Dick to shoot up in Bruce’s arms.

“Halloween movies!”

Dick’s eyes lit up, and he squirmed in Bruce’s arms until the man set him down. Everyone but Damian and Bruce, who followed at a leisurely pace, raced for the living room, which was already stocked with popcorn, pillows, and blankets. The title screen for The Nightmare Before Christmas was on the TV screen. The “Monster Mash” was playing quietly throughout the manor. Dick thought everything was perfect.

Everyone settled down, with a brief struggle as Bruce wanted to leave for a moment to change out of his costume. One look from Dick made him sigh and sit down though. Dick snuggled between Bruce and Damian, content. As the movie began, Dick looked up at Bruce and tugged at his sleeve until Bruce tilted his head to the side and lowered his ear.

“Thank you.” Dick whispered. This was his first Halloween without his parents, and he knew Bruce did things he otherwise wouldn’t have to make Dick happy. Bruce’s lips quirked up into a smile as he ruffled Dick’s hair.

“Of course, chum.”

Bruce and Dick settled back to watch the movie.

When Alfred walked into the living room a few hours later, the credits for Hocus Pocus were playing, and everyone was asleep. Alfred smiled and turned off the TV. He threw blankets over those that didn’t have one or had kicked theirs off and turned down the lights. He was happy to see the almost peaceful expression on Master Bruce’s face, which had slowly relaxed over the years as each child burrowed their way into his heart.

Alfred left the living room, intending to catch a few hours of sleep himself. It wasn’t often the Batman took a night off, letting Alfred take a night off as well, and he planned to take full advantage of it.

[miss-choco-chips]

Reverse Robin au

I wanted to try my hand at both Reverse Robin au and childhood friends DamiTim. So, Headcannons for all!!! 

In which Damian goes from thinking Tim has cooties, to imagining him in leather. Oh, and he trains to be a hero in between. 

Or, in which Tim goes from sassing Damian for being a prick, to sassing him because it’s their own special sort of foreplay.

They are seven and eight, respectively, when they met.

A part of Damian still believes girls have cooties; Timothy is no girl, but his best friend and usual companion is one, so he can’t be that far. Besides, he’s seven, a baby. Still, Mother and Father insist he plays with him, and he loves them too much to say ‘no’ when they ask something so earnestly.

Tim, a hand gripping his mother’s dress, takes one good look at the Wayne Heir, the hand offered to him and a superior sneer on his face, and then glances at his mom. 

‘He’s a prick’, he tells her with his eyes. She smiles benevolently down at him, but he catches the answer behind her Lady facade: ‘I know he is. Still, behave.’

While Mother and Father exchange pleasantries with the Drakes, Damian shakes hands with their son. As Heirs of the two most powerful families of the city (and arguably, the country), they are bound to see a lot of each other. 

The boy, Timothy he introduced himself as, has a very pale, very soft hand. No calluses. Damian, a martial arts enthusiast, can’t help but scoff.

The kid looks him dead in the eye, apparently not missing his reaction. With a completely angelic smile, and the most passive aggressive voice Damian ever heard, he tilted his head and asked.

‘Is there something on your throat, Mr Little Wayne?’ ‘No?’ ‘Oh, then you’re just a naturally unpleasant person’

Before Damian can even answer with a good comeback, the little boy is walking away towards where his friend, Stephanie Brown, daughter of Miss Brown, the head catheter of this events, is waiting. 

Damian is left standing, hand still out where he was shaking the kid’s own, mouth agape as he watches the little brat just leave him. His parents must have missed they ‘conversation’, but Mrs Drake hasn’t, if the equally exasperated and fond look in her eyes was something to go from.

From then on, every time they met, the little monster seemed to have a comeback ready. No matter how Damian prepared himself for their little greetings each time they bumped into the other at a party, Timothy always had some answer waiting under the tip of his tongue, both cutting, smart and deceivingly innocent.

‘Tsk. Again with Brown, I see. Can’t you do anything without your little shadow?’ ‘I can explain to you what friendship is, but I don’t think I can help you understand, sadly.’

‘Damian, I feel twice as happy seeing you as I did last time!’ ‘I’m sure you do…’ ‘Yeah. What’s two times zero?’ ‘...you brat’

‘Timothy. Your suit looks… as nice as it could, given the circumstances, I think‘ ‘And yours looks… well, I guess it’s nice to see not everyone is so obsessed with appearances’.

Both Brown and Mrs Drake seemed to find their exchanges amusing. He’s glad someone does, for he finds them exhausting and full of frustration. The little brat was seven, he shouldn’t be able to always have the last word. Damian was a Wayne. It was unbecoming. 

Still, it was… better than aimlessly follow his parents around. And he could always brag about his physical training success, which never failed to bring a frown to Timothy’s face.

He noticed too how his hand was starting to gain callousness over time. Apparently, someone was bitter about Damian’s training.

When his parents died, murdered in cold blood in front of him at the tender age of ten, he thought himself alone. Then Alfred came for him to the police station and hugged him as tight as Dad used to do, and Timothy walked right to the front seats on the funeral and held his hand during it all.

He had lost his parents, but there were people that cared for him, still. He couldn’t allow himself to fall into despair; he needed to keep this from happening to anyone else. He needed to protect the city his parents had loved.

Back in the Mannor, he endured as countless of strangers gave him their condolences, swallowing his desire to spit in their faces. None cared. Fakes, all of them; in their eyes, he was but a wealthy, vulnerable child, an open door towards the Wayne fortune. 

Timothy’s hand in his, calluses more notable each day and cold eyes keeping the worst of the worst away, kept him in check. He left his side shortly, speaking with his mother in whispers, before coming back and tugging him away. Mrs Drake, as the Waynes most close ally, took Damian’s place in thanking people for their support.

In his room, safe from the world, he broke down in the other child’s arms. Timothy, just one year younger but so much frailer, kept a tight  grip on him, arms around his back and back straight, eyes to the door. A show of strength, of protection; you can cry, I’ll keep watch.

Damian starts his training. Alfred calls master after master, in acrobatics, swordsmanship, hand to hand combat, forensics, everything that would keep his young Master from giving up and quitting on life. Anything to keep him busy, and moving.

Damian finds it humorous, how Timothy looks at him the next time they met at a party and frowns, obviously noticing the trials his body is going through on the lines of it. Something no one else seems to see.

He doesn’t tell Timothy he doesn’t need to work himself to the bone to be equal to Damian, he doesn’t need to catch up to him, because he’s already on the same level, his sharp mind and calculating disposition enough to make up for the breach in physical strength. He doesn’t say this, because wit can only take you so far, if your opponent is stronger than you, and every bit of knowledge Timothy amasses in his quest of showing Damian up could potentially save his life one day.

He likes that their exchanges are still the same; even in the darkest times, he can trust the newly turned 13 year old to be a passive aggressive little brat.

‘Oh, Timothy, it seems you’re still focusing more on your studies than… more practical areas’ ‘Somewhere out there, there’s a tree tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breath. I think you owe it an apology’

‘You seem ill, Timothy. Or is that shade of white natural to you?’ ‘Oh, I was feeling a little unwell, hence why I came to see you. They say laughter is medicine, and your face is already curing me’

‘It smells like something is burning. Damian, are you trying to think again?’ ‘....as always, you’re such a pleasure to meet with’ ‘I know, you’re welcome’

It lacked the bite it used to have, tough. Timothy was as ready to talk back at him in his bitchiest voice, as he was to ruthlessly humiliate anyone trying to fuck with Damian.

When he left the city, seeking to better himself for his mission, he and Alfred were the only ones he was sad to leave behind.

He traveled for years, safe in the knowledge that Mrs Drake was looking out for his company and her son, and that Alfred would be taking care of the Mannor and preparing everything for his return in a few years.

HE exchanged letters with Timothy. Calls could be intervened, and as long as him and Timothy spoke in code and never revelaed anything too personal, there was no problem with keeping physicals reminders of their ever growing bond.

He met Talia when he was fifteen, who in turn introduced him to her father. They both seemed to take a liking to both his abilities and goal, and took him in for training. She seemed to think of herself as a mother figure, as she kept pating his head and calling him ‘my own’, and Ra’s’ eyes would shine with greed during the times he took Damian’s training into his own hands. 

He left before turning eighteen, when talks of successors and adoptions became too unbearable. His only parents were dead, and he had no intention to replace them for such dark, shady figures. Besides, no matter how close their objectives seemed at first, the more he knew them the least they sounded like philanthropists. Terrorist, was a more fitting label.

He turned 21 on his first night back in Gotham. Alfred, who never  failed to bake a cake for him despite his absence the last seven years, shared it with him with teary eyes.

The morning after that, Timothy came to see him.

It took Damian’s breath away. 

He was still shorter, and at this point it was a sure thing he’d always be, but small height didn’t mean his charms were as well. His skin remained as white as he remembered, eyes icy blue, both in color and the feeling they gave off, hair even darker than Damian’s framing a delicate face.

His hands were rougher than he remembered, though. More calloused, packed with extra strength. Damian could tell, because the first thing this enchanting man did upon them meeting was to slap him. Hard.

‘I know everyone is entitled to act stupid once in a while, but you are really abusing the privilege, Damian. Seven years? Seven? And spent, what, three of them in company of the Al Ghuls? Are you always this dumb, or you just like showing off when I’m around? This doesn’t impress me, you know. I’ve always known you were an idiot, it’s not news anymore’

‘How…?’

‘You might think yourself above all others, smart wise, but please remember I’m someone you never won a battle of wits against. I know everything about your little world trotting, because I have spies, and about your time with the League, because I’ve known Ra’s for way longer than you. Also, your stupid little hero idea…’

‘Spies again?’

‘Alfred. Somehow, he thinks I can make you change your mind. I might be hailed as a saint by gothamites, but I certainly can’t work miracles’

Tim left eight hours later, after discussing both Damian’s travels and plans for the future. He had way more information than Damian had guessed, and had been silently but steadily growing his network of contacts and spies, and had his dainty little fingers in more pies than a baker. He growled at him, called him stupid, told him he was going to get himself killed if he pushed forward with the whole ‘Batman’ idea, but… When he left, it was as a ally. He’d support Damian, do his best to keep him well informed, and deal with over the table crimes, while Damian took care of the ones under it.

He fell in love, a little bit. Or, more accurately, fell more in love. The seeds have been planted years before, when a seven year old sassesd him and left him eating his words. Now, through… the dark knowledge he had amassed, the sharpness in his eyes, the deceptively frail appearance… 

Something twisted in his gut, in a nice way. He went to bed that night, and started to think in other aliases that would go nicely with Batman.

Wouldn't Timothy look dashing, in leather and kevlar?

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

I cannot stop thinking about this one Reverse Robins AU scenario I've come up with.

Jason grew up poor. He was homeless. He became a caretaker for his mother. He got canonically threatened with a knife when he was 11 years old at max.

All while the rich had houses that could house 5, 10, 15, 20 families in their houses. Who have so much money and still eat so little. Or buy so much, so much that they can't even eat until it goes bad and has to be thrown out.

Who sees, as Robin, rich people that BUY themselves out of legal trouble. All while his father rotted in jail for petty crime.

He knows classism is what I'm saying.

So when he finally manages to corner the new rogue that has given him and Batman some trouble and he is revealed to be Timothy Drake-

He doesn't take it.

The fact that Timothy Drake is supposed to be dead is only the second priority.

Drake tries to murder him and Jason says "Nah. Not by you."

All while Tim stands there, utterly confused, because who is this kid? Telling his own murderer "No, you aren't allowed to kill me, I won't let you."

[butwhyduh]

For a Tim first au, I guess the name depends on the order everyone's in. Like, if everyone got pushed around but it kept the same kind of order (ie, Tim then Damian then Dick then Jason), you could call it a "round robin" au since they move in a circle instead of just being reversed. But if they're all mixed up in no particular order, I guess you could just call it a "tim first" au without any extra frills.

I love the idea of round robin but it won’t work. 😩

The order is Tim is batboy because Dick created Robin and we know Tim isn’t that creative. Then Dick is adopted and then Jason and then Damian. But the ages are different.

Tim is 16

Jason is 13

Dick and Damian are 8 with Dick a few months older

Here are some memes of the sibling vibes I’m going for:

Damian and Dick

Tim and Damian:

Dick, Tim, and Damian

Dick when he asks Jason about the tooth fairy

Tim about Jason while training

Jason be like:

Tim about Jason

Tim

When Tim or Jason have to take Dick or Damian out on patrol

Dick and Damian as demon 8 year olds in suits at galas.