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FYEAH Batman and Robin!
cleromancy:

oh BROTHER

So this is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life

cleromancy:

oh BROTHER

So this is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life

Dick and Alfred are such wonderful influences on Damian’s life. By being integral members of the Batfamily, they confirm to the little boy that bloodlines and family names aren’t the only important factors in determining one’s fate— they are both essential to Batman’s legacy despite not being Waynes themselves.  “You make you” is the lesson that Damian needs the most help learning. 
Also, may I please squee over tiny sulky Damian sitting on the rail? Really, I can’t help myself, look at that pouty itty-bitty babybird uguuuguguugu—  

(Batman and Robin #22)

Dick and Alfred are such wonderful influences on Damian’s life. By being integral members of the Batfamily, they confirm to the little boy that bloodlines and family names aren’t the only important factors in determining one’s fate— they are both essential to Batman’s legacy despite not being Waynes themselves.  “You make you” is the lesson that Damian needs the most help learning.

Also, may I please squee over tiny sulky Damian sitting on the rail? Really, I can’t help myself, look at that pouty itty-bitty babybird uguuuguguugu— 

(Batman and Robin #22)

(never too heavy)

"Put him down," Tim insisted, tugging on Damian’s arm. "He’s not a baby.  Wake him up and make him walk."

Dick moved Damian to his other side, away from Tim’s reach. “He’s not that heavy,” he said, rubbing Damian’s back through the cape and tunic.  Dick turned his face toward the boy’s head pillowed on his shoulder, and his lips brushed over Damian’s temple.

Tim’s stomach contracted painfully.  “Bruce would make him walk,” he muttered as the car came into view. 

After Dick settled Damian into the backseat, careful not to wake him, he walked around to the passenger’s side and opened Tim’s door.  “Get out,” he said.

Tim looked up at Dick’s face behind Batman’s cowl in apprehension, but found himself obeying the order automatically, unbuckling his restraint and rising to stand beside the car.  Dick lifted him, arms locking tightly around him and one hand smoothing down his hair.

"If you fell asleep, Tim," he began, kissing the top of his head once, "I’d carry you, too.  Okay?"

Tim nodded, feeling sheepish and hoping no one was watching to see Batman cradling Red Robin like a small child.  “Yeah, Dick. I understand.”

Dick smiled at him— always strange to see his warm smile beneath the cowl— and put him down.  When they were on the road a few minutes later, Dick explaining the details of their next case, Tim glanced at the backseat to see Damian wide awake.  He wondered if the little boy had ever been asleep at all. 

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thislyfe:

Alfred Appreciation Post

This should get millions of notes. Seriously. Alfred is the BAMF. He sets the standard.

There is no Batfamily without Alfred Pennyworth. 

idliketosurvivetheadventure:

BTW, Bruce? This is what I mean when I say your thinking is too black and white. (Also, Leslie, you are wonderful.)
[Detective Comics 574]

idliketosurvivetheadventure:

BTW, Bruce? This is what I mean when I say your thinking is too black and white. (Also, Leslie, you are wonderful.)

[Detective Comics 574]

nightwing969:

..Por qué Timmy si me deja darle besos en la mejilla, pero Damian no??! Dami ! trata de darme amor más seguido…bueno, de todos modos aún conservo tus cartas son adorables….lamento si no las contesté a tiempo.

[pics by jiro on pixiv]

Shhh Damian, just let big brother Grayson cuddle you, it’ll be over soon

fiberbrix:

Tim thinks he’s going to die

Dick Grayson: best big brother ever

fiberbrix:

Tim thinks he’s going to die

Dick Grayson: best big brother ever

I really like the idea of Stephanie as a big sister figure for Damian. 

I really like the idea of Stephanie as a big sister figure for Damian. 

protagonistically:

BABIES.  MY BABIES. 

protagonistically:

BABIES.  MY BABIES. 

(mothers come in many forms)

"Well, I saw several advertisements implying that one should cook or cater a meal for the mother of the household on Mother’s Day, assuming it’s a task she generally takes upon herself," Damian explained, back to Alfred as he flipped a flapjack on the griddle. "But you occupy the caretaker role here, Pennyworth.  And there is no Butler’s Day, so…"

Damian trailed off, intent on his task.  Alfred watched from his seat at the kitchen bar, pleased but bewildered.  He never expected such acknowledgement from any of his charges, but least of all from Damian.  The boy often acted like he despised him.  Alfred knew better of course, but Damian’s display of gratitude rendered him momentarily speechless. 

"I’ve offended you," Damian observed as he turned, taking Alfred’s silence for anger. "I meant no—"

"No! Not at all, Master Damian.  I’m rather touched, in fact." Alfred smiled in encouragement, holding out his plate as Damian filled it with a stack of pancakes. "I only hope you’re a better cook than your father."

Even more than the unexpected breakfast, Alfred was delighted to share a conspiratorial laugh with the little boy.