#robin roast

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Possible SCOM Prequel Interim Project?

So I can't work on Time after Time until SCOM wraps. I have two collaborations in the works, one in unnamed and take place roughly three to four years after SCOM (and two to three years post Time after Time? I might work on those side by side at one point.)

Another is a human realm band AU that my friend @threegoblinarthas feeding me brain worms for, BUT...

I had a ton of fun with Thank you Consequence, and since writing Stranger Tides, I've sort of missed the whole "Kids on Bikes" Monster of the Week feel.

So I have a kernel for a SCOM prequel series that takes place after TYC and obviously before SCOM where the Hexsquad is still in HS.

It may be one of those things that doesn't 100% fit into later stories, much like spin offs that retcon themselves and you're like "Oh wait. What?" But not enough to be completely off. Mostly because unlike all the AMAZING writers I know, I have a REALLY hard time writing in more than one universe at a time (this the human AU will be tough for me, but I have enough of a mind for it that I think I can make it work with encouragement from three goblin.)

Anyway, consider this with some grains of salt ... it's a prequel that straddles Realms, it might not fit 100% . It's expansive like a Buffy type story where each multi chapter "episode" deals with something else.

Preview of the first one:

BLIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD

“They’re coming to get you, Hunter!”

Hunter wrinkled his nose and continued to wipe down the counters. He’d hoped Brenna was nearly done closing out the register in the back but she was pretty meticulous with these things. 

More meticulous than Josh who was the shift manager, but he’d taken off with Scotty and left that job to Brenna.

“Ughghghahaaaaaaaaaaa!” 

“We’re closed!” Hunter groaned loudly. He knew she could hear him. He knew she could READ so he gestured to the sign outside the door for Robin’s Roast. “It literally says, ‘Closed’   on the sign.”

“BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIINS!” Luz continued. 

[wellensittich01]

Bruce: And if someone comes up to you at school and says ‘hi, I’m one of B’s friends, I’m here to pick you up’ what do you say?

8 year old Dick Grayson: Liar! Bruce doesn’t have any friends!

[shushmal]

Steve bites back a sigh when he sees a hand waving just out of the corner of his eye, trying to grab his attention from where Steve's gazing pitifully at his drink. The club is loud, music blasting, and maybe it's a little pathetic for Steve to be at his place of work on his day off, but Robin's behind the bar and he gets free drinks. Unfortunately, the kind of guys who frequent his workplace are usually the opposite of Steve's type.

So, he's prepared, for when he looks up, to gently let down whatever club boy who's decided to shoot their shot with him tonight. They all start to look the same to him: bleached hair, glitter, crop tops and low riding pants. Men who are too much like Steve to be what Steve's looking for.

When he looks up, however, his eyes go a little wide and his lips part from around the straw against his tongue.

"Hi!" yells the guy, long hair, long legs, long fingers. He's wearing way too much leather and denim for this place, and he must be boiling under that jacket. "W-would you like to dance?"

Steve takes a longer moment to take him in: his shoulders hunched up around his ears, fingers twisting his hair nervously, eyes big and brown and beautiful.

Straightening from where he's been hiding against the wall, Steve steps up into the guy's space, watches his eyes go bigger and his face go pink. He's perfect.

"I'm Steve," he says, leaning in so he can be heard over the music. "And you don't look like the kind of guy who dances."

"Oh, I'm not," the guy says, eyes flicking around Steve's face, dropping to Steve's chest, to his thighs and back up again. "Um, sorry. I'm Eddie."

Steve grins. "Nice to meet you, Eddie."

Eddie's mouth quirks up, an giddy, boyish smile. "P-pleasure's mine," he says. "And I may be terrible at it, but I'd love to dance with you. If you'd like."

"I would like," Steve tells him. He holds out his hand, feels his heart flutter when Eddie takes it. "I'd like that very much."

[nightskywrites]

i know tim probably has the bristol upper class accent as well the ability to change his accent to whatever he wants for all his disguises, but please consider him relaxing with yj to let his natural jersey accent slip through.

tim, buried at the bottom of a cuddle pile on movie night: “hey, can someone grab me a glass of water?”

everyone else: “a glass of WHAT”

[seilnakyle]

Batman: Uncovered

[inkpotsprite]

Okay, I know Damian has a point, but I can't stop looking at his hair. He kind of looks like that baby from the incredibles.

[haveihitanerve]

Bruce, though usually tight lipped while in the suit does not hold back when it comes to absolutely obliterating his children on patrol with good old fashioned embarrassment and teasing. 

And well, even tho he and jason have a pretty bad relationship as the red hood now, not a single thing will stop him from roasting the shit out of him when he trips and falls and dick is losing a lung because he somehow managed to mess up the easiest flip in the world 

[dailytims]

Robin Miniseries I (1991) #4

[zuzuzuko]

Robin (1993) #8

This interaction will always be funny to me

[shokujin-art]

Some Valentine art I draw for my bestie (her cute vampire pc) and for myself with Lexer ✨

[violentdick]

-source: Detective Comics #83-

Weapon of Choice: Jesus, Dick, what is wrong with you? And this is the time where being "bookish" was meant as an insult.

[icrytearsofsadness]

I’m sorry but every time I read a fic or post where Billy loses a fight to Steve (or fucking Eddie???) I just. I have to laugh. because what the fuck

the only party members who have any business beating Billy in a physical fight are El, Nancy, and Jonathan. that is IT. El because duh, Nancy because she won’t even fight him she’ll just draw her gun, and Jonathan because that boy has got hands and I think he beats Billy about half the time

[shushmal]

There's an incredibly pretty girl at the front desk in Family Video, and Steve—Eddie's boyfriend of eight months—is leaning over the counter with a sly smile and half-lidded eyes.

Eddie pauses in the doorway, struck dumb for a moment as he takes in the scene, and then gleefully ducks down behind the nearest shelf.

"So tell me," Steve says, all low and intimate. "What kind of movie were you looking for?"

"Um," the girl says. She doesn't sound very enthusiastic—barely indulgent at best. Eddie wishes he could see, but any sight of him will ruin Steve's chances right now. He's got a pretty good mental picture though. "I really like those old black and white movies, the really glamorous ones, you know?"

"Oh, totally," Steve sighs, like he's swooning. "Like Cary Grant, Clarke Gabel?" Eddie can practically hear his smirk. "Katharine Hepburn? Ginger Rogers?"

"Oh, I love Ginger Rogers!"

"Really?" Steve says matching her excitement. "Well, you're just in luck! Robin here knows all about those old black and white movies, don't you Robin?"

Eddie presses a hand to his mouth to hide his snickering. Robin had looked like a hooked fish when he'd walked in, she's gotta be gaping stupidly right now. "Uuuh," he hears her mumbling, and tries not to snort too loud. "Y-Yeah, uh, golden age of Hollywood stuff, absolutely. I could? Show you where they are?"

"Oh my gosh, that would be amazing!" the girl says, her interest in the conversation now warmed by several degrees. Eddie is still a little in awe of how well his boyfriend can sniff out gay girls.

"I got the front here, Robin," Steve cuts in smoothly. "You ladies take your time, make sure you pick out a good one!"

Eddie waits another beat, listening at their footsteps shuffle away, before he pops up from behind the shelf. Steve, lighting up like a Christmas tree, beams at him.

"Am I a genius or what?" he whispers, grinning ear to ear.

"Your lesbian powers know no equal," Eddie says just as quietly, taking the girl's spot at the counter, leaning into Steve's space. Steve happily mirrors him, until they're tucked together, the world narrowing down to the two of them. It's Eddie's favorite place to be. "All hail Steve Harrington, blessid he, lesbian whisper. Come to aid all useless queers in the fight against singledom."

"Thank you, thank you," Steve says with an air of novel benevolence. "I promise to only use my powers for good."

"Dingus. Doofus."

They jump away from each other as if shocked. Robin glowers at them both, but the pretty girl behind her is giggling and standing way too close for friendly, just at Robin's elbow.

"Move it, lovebirds," she hisses as she rounds the desk. "I need to check Claire out."

"I think you already have," Steve says. His smile this time is down right evil.

Robin actually hisses at him, and hip checks him away from the register. Eddie does a bow, sweeping his arm out to give Claire the prime spot in front of the desk, before he turns back to Steve.

"My dear, if you could please," he simpers, all posh and nasally. "Show me to your finest, grossest horror movie, thank you my good sir."

"Ugh," Steve groans already heading off into the shelves, not waiting for Eddie to follow. "You're lucky I love you, Ed. Shit gives me nightmares."

"I know," Eddie sings, chasing him. "I love you too."

[weirdheadcanons]

The other Batkids regularly roast Jason Todd whenever he comes up with his freudian excuse - dying at Joker's hands and going unavenged.

Bad? Sure. But the thing is, all the Batkids have been through so much by now that 'got beaten to death' is far from the most traumatic thing to happen. So Jason who has made that the center point of his character...

Stephanie: Oh, you lasted like, ten minutes in there with a crowbar? Laaame. Black Mask tortured me for minimum three hours. And he was way more creative.

Damian: Your mother caved to blackmail from a homicidal psychopath and sold out the kid she had hardly ever seen? My mother who raised me made a clone of myself to kill me. My grandfather wants to possess my body.

Tim: LoL, you thought turning up in a dollar store Robin costume to beat me up means I'm traumatized by you?!? Sweetie, I've literally fought demon gods. You got the easy round.

Duke: You think killing is the worst Joker can do?

P.S. Dick has more than enough worse-than-crowbar-death experiences, but he won't join the roast directly because he still feels guilty about what happened to Jason. He will watch with popcorn and cheer on the others, though.

[punsarethebest]

tim drake hate will forever be funny to me

[im-fern-hi]

It’s giving this

New Titans #65