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Post-patrol sunrise ☀️

I drew this for Tim's bday and couldn't help myself but draw steph too :') i love them.

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Tim’s hit list is kind of funny tbh he added superman himself to that shit but his demigoddess bestie who had in the past been mind controlled to want to beat the shit out of him specifically and had very recently joined an actual literal cult and he was like nah shes not going on that <3

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“I need your help.”

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Evacuation

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Dickie pulling a Spiderman

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Batman #244 (1940)

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not the bad vibes 😓

tim is so done

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summary of the gc convo:

bats don’t run but tim would just barely survive a charity run

bart and kon love tim but man nonpowered marathons are slow

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Bruce and Diana standing off in the distance at Clark’s funeral in BVS looking cunty as fuck with their long black wool coats and sharp jawlines talking to each other dramatically must have been TOO MUCH for the small-town gossip mill, I’m telling you.

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nightwing snap stories be like:

back to my roots fr

thanks @foerchen for helping me caption them<3

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that’s it, that’s the whole post

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Hood: “How was I supposed to know that 8-year-old girl wasn’t the Riddler?! It was dark! THEY HAVE THE SAME BUILD.”

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The bats have so many burner phones and travel SIMs that they're always getting each other's numbers wrong

Barbara: I called you but you didn't pick up.

Tim: That's my office phone.

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Cass: Did you bring my ballet flats?

Bruce: No. Was I supposed to?

Cass: I texted you.

Bruce: That must be the phone Croc threw into the harbor.

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*phone rings*

Alfred: No cell phones at the dinner table.

Dick: Sorry.

Dick: *turns it off*

*second phone rings*

*third phone rings*

Dick: I'm just gonna take these upstairs.

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Damian: I demand to know why you changed your number without notifying me.

Jason: What do you mean? No I didn't.

Damian: Yes you did. None of my messages are delivering.

Damian: *shows him his phone*

Jason: That's my Yugoslavian number.

Damian: That country doesn't even exist.

Jason: It did in my day.

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Duke: How do I get a burner phone?

Steph: You feel it with your heart.

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the humorous upside to Jason really doubling down on being the kind of Red Hood who is at best morally grey and makes a habit of chopping off heads and shooting anyone he doesn’t agree with is that he is 100% Batman’s obscenely scary dog. the second he puts that bat symbol on his chest it’s over, even if it’s a mockery or a message or whatever. Gotham’s underbelly shits their pants when they see Red Hood. and therefore, Batman — brutal as he is, but so much less lawless, in a way — is suddenly the nice cop in his own city. the city where he routinely cracks skulls, stalks targets in the shadows, and throws people off buildings to get information. Jason makes him the “easy” option in Gotham, and while I’m sure the whole Jason thing keeps Bruce up at night for other reasons, that must be so frustrating? here you have a little shithead upstart elbowing into YOUR city and breaking the rules and suddenly goons are being nice to you? or they’re acting out because they’re more scared of the “other guy.” only a father could love that kind of prodigal son without strangling him.

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Nah but a Gotham born and Raised Bruce wayne showing up at various obscure spots around the world begging to be trained

Meanwhile all his teachers are learning from him these little Gotham bits that make it that much more effective and/or deadly

"And if you break his hold using this twisting motion, you can--"

"What if I just bite him?" Bruce asked, leaning forward.

Ra's paused in his demonstration. "Bite him?"

"Yeah. Like, right on the wrist. Where it's poking out of his sleeve."

Ra's stared at his demonstration partner, eyeing the sliver of skin poking out of his sleeve. And now that he was thinking about it...

"I suppose you could, yes."

"But it would leave DNA," Bruce said, immediately dismissing the merits of his own suggestion. He shook his head. "You're right, the twist would be faster. Never mind."

The twist would not, in all honesty, be faster. When Ra's looked back down, his demonstration partner -- barely older than Bruce himself -- was staring at his teeth warily.

"But if I bit hard enough," Bruce said suddenly, returning to his previous line of thought. "Maybe he'd bleed so much that the DNA wouldn't matter."

Ra's felt a particular shiver work its way up his spine, something that felt old and reminiscent of Bruce's beloved rotten city. It wasn't quite bloodlust that he had shining in his luminously blue eyes, but it was certainly close.

"As I was saying," Ra's said, clearing his throat. "Using this twisting motion--"

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He works alone.