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i will forever keep thinking about how lex went about trying to push bruce and clark into a pack in the most fucked up way, and then in a dire situation bruce basically turned around and went "no you."

like in the most messed up of ways, these two both chose each other, though clark had to be the one to help them really bridge that gap when he broke lex out of arkham.

it has me thinking about what if things were a little different- if bruce didnt distance himself from other omega relationships, if lex was a little less closed off. that i think these two would have always been drawn to each other, and would have ended up as each others pack anyways. and how if that happened, ollie might have fallen down a similar path to them or even just been slightly less aggressive towards the idea of packs- seeing the two omegas his own age he could have been friends with finding something positive in them and being happy so much younger. it might have led to ollie not being so convinced that packs are evil.

just like. i think lex and bruce in this universe would have always ended up as pack. theyre just so instinctually compatible, even though they tried to pretend otherwise for most of their lives. maybe they didnt realize that so much of that pull between them IS that compatiblity, not just them being forced together by society.

also thinking about a world where they became this little pack of two omegas and jason and alfred, lex who never would have allowed that pup to run off on his own no matter how much he and bruce were struggling, and how protective lex would have been when bruce started having feelings towards clark of all people. just. yeah. au's upon au's upon au's again

i said i wouldnt be here much rn but i cant help it okayyyyy

Agh. AGH. You’re so right. It makes me think of an AU of elseworlds for this series (I know there’s so many floating around already I’m sorry) where they kind of formed their pack immediately after presentation when they were both being “outed” by the media and pushed around at events for being omegas. If they didn’t hate themselves so much or hate that the other was a reflection of them, imagine if they’d banded together! Imagine if they’d said “oh you think we’re braindead idiot omegas too pretty to function? were a team now.”

Things would’ve been so different. And then you still get that delicious flavor of abandonment when Bruce still feels like he needs to leave and train anyway. And ra’s tries to pack bond him but that’s Lex’s claim on his neck, they exchanged pack bites years ago and your alpha ass isn’t changing that!

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I couldn’t resist the idea

Based on this:

Also, do not mind the ugly font, I was too lazy to look for the exact one djdhd

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The apothecary sketches

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Pollo is Spanish for Chicken. Not to be confused with the Greek cutie.

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Support group

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I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

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my first offering to the merlin fandom, good god i'm so obsessed. look at what i've done to my boy.

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NEVER GIVE UP

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Bruce, holding Jason by the back of his hoddie like a stray cat: Hello, Dick. Guess what I have.

Dick, done: A sad looking child?

Jason, frowning: A kidnapee?

Bruce: It's Robin 2

Dick, Very Done: W h a t

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Dick, holding Tim close like a wet cat he found on the street: Hey B, guess what I have?

Bruce: ...

Bruce: A sad looking child?

Tim: Robin 3?? :D

Dick: It's the neightbor's child neglect case

Bruce: * pinches the bridge of his nose *

Bruce, Tired: W h a t

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when jason died, they buried him with the possessions that he carried on him all the time. there was a pocket knife tucked into his sock, the bracelet on his wrist from catherine that he never took off, a tangled pair of earbuds in his back pocket, and, in the top pocket of his jacket, the cellphone that bruce bought for him after he was adopted.

that cellphone stayed with jason in his grave. went with him when he dug his way out. somehow stayed on his person when he was taken by the league, and he managed to convince talia to let him keep it throughout all his training.

he doesn’t know why, maybe as a grief thing or maybe just because bruce forgot and it’s not like the bill effected him in any way, but he never stopped paying jason’s phone bill. his number’s still active, still working after all this time. even weirder, but dick started adopting the tradition of adding his dead brother’s phone number to each and every family group chat any of them created after ethiopia. again, jason doesn’t know why. maybe it was dick’s way of carrying his memory with them; including him in family conversations even if they all thought the number was connected to a long buried phone in the pocket of a long dead boy.

the point is that jason wasn’t dead any more. and all throughout his time at the league, he gets to watch the family chats. the mission statuses, the arguments, the rapid spiral every chat went through where they started off using it as a serious bat communication centre only for dick or tim to send a meme and instantly spiral into nothing but chaos that bruce would neither take part in or attempt to stop. jason spectates it all, always fingering the keypad but never actually typing out a message. he came close when there was a heated debate between steph and dick about the best donut types and he knew they were both absolutely fucking wrong, but luckily tim came in to educate them on the right choice last second and jason was saved from having to reveal himself.

the closest call was when little damian got a hold of his phone, attracted to the bright colours of the block game jason had been absently playing out of boredom while ra’s droned on about whatever had pissed him off that day. he’d let the kid play, sat on his lap and eagerly jabbing at the screen, and jason had only looked away for at most a minute before he’d turned back to find the screen open on the family chat, damian having accidentally clicked on the camera button and taken a selfie of the two that he’d been about to send through. luckily, jason deleted it in time, but he became much more careful about letting the kid play with his shit after that.

this is all just a long winded explanation and backstory for and au i think would be funny where jason’s reveal is literally just him deciding to fuck with his family by randomly dropping in through text like:

-in the chat-

bruce: status report.

dick: hungry :( but good!

steph: seconded, im fine

tim: drug bust went to plan, on way back to cave uninjured

cass: ^ same answer

babs: everything seems calm from what i can tell

jason: a little claustrophobic but the coffin’s kinda homely so ig no complaints from me

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Been reading the second Rivers of London book, Moon Over Soho, and. Okay, for background, if you haven't read the books, they have a very academic magic system in which the principles of traditional English magic were codified by Isaac Newton alongside his more famous scientific work. Which is an inspired choice for a lot of reasons -- it's the exact time period there was a lot of systemization happening in the history of science, Newton specifically had a distinct interest in alchemy and the occult, etc. It works really well.

Anyway, I can't stop thinking about this one bit where a character mentions that a good number of the American wizards that fought in WWII were based out of the University of Pennsylvania because that would imply that the corresponding figure for the American magical tradition was probably Benjamin Franklin and god. That's really really good. I can totally see that guy as a wizard.

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Anyone who makes fun of Tim Drake's hero name does not understand the significance behind it. Because, the thing is, every Robin has given up that title willingly and adopted new names which defined them now that they no longer fit into the legacy of Robin (well maybe not Jason but we saw the violent backlash his death had, part of it coming from no longer being Robin and being 'replaced'). However Tim had it taken from him.

When each Robin gave up the title, they were signifying the end of their childhood, and the new people they had become. But Tim never had that, as he had the title taken away from him, so when he took on the Red Robin name, it wasn't a display of unoriginality or after the restaurant (as a popular theme to make fun of in fanfiction) but instead a show that he has not quite grown up properly yet, and is not quite changed enough since he became Robin.

Which really hurts when you remember that when he took on the name Red Robin, he had just lost so many important people to him (Kon, Bart, Bruce), felt he had no support system (as Dick gave Robin to Damian), was not believed by anyone that Bruce was alive (and with people suggesting he should get professional help) and went a little bit psycho for a while (with the whole trying to clone Kon thing). And while all of this was happening he felt it was his responsibility to rescue Bruce, despite the fact that he didn't even feel like an adult yet.

I feel it's also significant because it shows Tim's attachment to the role of Batman's sidekick, which is likely because it has been his whole life since he was a very little kid running around Gotham rooftops unsupervised. Which is just so tragically sad. And when he became Robin it became his job to take care of Bruce, which once Bruce 'died' and Tim was the only one to believe he was still alive, he felt it was his responsibility to bring Bruce back, as it was his job as his caretaker, showing that he couldn't let go of his role as Robin, despite having the actual title taken away from him.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, I'm in my feels today

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When Maomao said "I hope whoever busts in here is reasonable." I said out loud, "It's the least reasonable person you know, but also the safest to be with right now."

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More minis! Tim as per request of my sister and Kon as per reccomendation of a discord pal. I need to draw the superfam more i have a blast whenever i do.

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Young Tim who makes kandi/friendship bracelets for Robin and Batman (mostly Robin, he just doesn’t want Batman to feel left out) and leaves them in the Bats’ most common brooding/surveillance spots.

He does this for years, perfecting his craft. He makes bracelets with multiple chains, his beads get higher quality, his finishings improve (he learns that gluing the knot and trimming down the string is better than just tying it off and cutting it down.) and he loves to make bracelets for the two Robins, and for Nightwing, when Robin I eventually becomes his own hero.

When Jason dies, Tim sneaks over to leave kandi at his grave, nothing that would incriminate him as Robin, just things Tim thinks he would like. Kandi strung in his favourite colours, a cuff with a quote from his favourite book, intricate designs woven with pieces of Tim’s heart and his sorrow for his favourite Robin, his hero.

They’re cleared away often, but Tim replaces them with new kandi diligently.

He also turns Robin II’s favourite gargoyle into a mini shrine, bracelets and kandi chains decorating the stone high above Gotham’s streets, dedicated to his hero.

When Jason arrives to the tower, ready to break his replacement’s wings, he instead finds a sixteen year old boy sitting cross legged on the floor, surrounded by boxes of beads. He has a tray in front of him, a design laid out that he is carefully transferring one by one onto the elastic string.

“Stupid Bruce clearing the stupid grave.” He mutters angrily, tying off the bracelet. “Have to replace these every other week.” He adds a dollop of glue, ties the string again, adds another bit of glue, and then sets the piece down to dry. Jason watches as he carefully manoeuvres the glued knot to rest in one of the beads, ensuring that’s its secured to itself as well as to the bead.

He would be impressed by the attention to detail if he wasn’t currently processing that Tim fucking Drake is Robin’s stalker.

He thinks back to his room at the manor, at least fifty bracelets for Robin II found on rooftops (and once, on the passenger seat of the Batmobile. God, the look on Bruce’s face.) stored securely in a plastic box at the very back of his closet. His most prized possessions. He knows Dick has one just like it.

Whatever plans for revenge being enacted through the vessel of his replacement are immediately scrapped.

“Those for me?” He asks, leaning against a wall and crossing his arms.

Tim whips around, beads clattering off the bracelet he was carefully stringing together.

“Not unless you’re my neighbour’s dead son.” He shoots back, tone aiming for joking, scrambling for his staff. Play cool, play cool.

Jason barely thinks for a moment before he removes his helmet. He peels off the domino mask, wincing as it pulls slightly.

“Uh…” Tim stalls, staff at the ready.

“You left me bracelets, all around Gotham. For years. For Nightwing too, and the Bat.” Jason tilts his head. “You said those were for your dead neighbour. You make them for me out of the mask too?” Tim nods wordlessly, stepping aside so that Jason can rifle through the pile of bracelets waiting for their glue to fully dry.

He finally finds his words as Jason starts trying on various pieces.

“I started leaving them after you- after everything. At your… grave. B and A clear them away every few weeks, I don’t know if they keep them, but I replace them.” He sounds unsure, Jason thinks that’s reasonable.

“You don’t even know me.” He says, he knows why someone would leave gifts for Robin, but Jason Todd? No way.

“You were my hero. You are my hero.” Tim responds, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Guess we gotta break into the manor and see where he’s hiding those bracelets then, eh?” Jason pushes through the warm feeling in his chest. He doesn’t have time to analyse that now.

“Only if you agree to let me run tests in the cave.” Tim still holds his staff in an iron grip.

Jason would expect nothing less from his Robin.

It’s only a small price to pay for those kandi after all.