“Was any of it real? Was I ever really Robin?”
“Of course you were.”
ALWAYS REBLOG, DAMMIT.
I love how tiny and childlike Tim is in The New Batman Adventures, especially since we only saw Dick as a teenaged/young adult Robin before he transitioned to Nightwing.
Title: Just Desserts
Author: J.T. of fyeahbatmanandrobin
Rating: PG-13 (mild sexuality in one scene)
Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon
Summary: Dick and Barbara have a dinner date at Wayne Manor. Damian joins them.
An Anon requested Damian hijinks during a Dick-Barbara date, but I was actually working on this idea before I got the request! It’s a premonitory fill, oooooh.
“It’s not surprising, honestly,” Drake said, lowering his binoculars and clipping them to his belt. The swift March wind pulled at his cape and hair as he gestured for Damian to follow him across the rooftop of the apartment complex. “I always figured they’d get back together. Come on, let’s give them some privacy.”
“Privacy to do what?” Damian was stationed with one foot on the lip of the building edge. Drake declined to answer his question, but the little boy was certain he’d disapprove no matter what the suggested activity entailed. He kept Grayson and Gordon in view with his own binoculars, watching them through the window of the complex across the street. Grayson had told Damian he’d only be gone for a moment to thank Oracle for her assistance with a case. The two figures behind the distant glass moved closer to each other, lips connecting, Grayson a fluid shadow in Batman’s dark shroud.
Anonymous asked you:
How would each of the Batkids react if Bruce accidentally sent them a sext that had been meant for Selina? (Let’s a pretend Bruce knows how to sext).
- Batman #697
Dickiebird literally had all the villains thrown at him when he was Batman. :(
Timmy doesn’t care what you do Dick as long as he can still fanboy about you.
Art of the Day: A handy-dandy Batman chart, for anyone who might have trouble telling the difference.
- Kyle Rayner
Dick watched from the doorway as Damian plucked a photo of Bruce from the album, one of the last pictures taken of him in the weeks before his death. Damian’s back was to Dick, and he lifted the photograph before him for intent study. His small fingers traced the image of his father’s cheek, then brushed over his own young face as if searching for similarities.
Then Damian crumpled the picture of Bruce and fed it to the fire crackling in the hearth.
Dick gasped aloud, and Damian turned his head, spotting him. Their eyes met, the elder’s bright with confusion and the little boy’s gaze hard as flint. “Damian,” Dick began. “Why would you—”
”It’s not him,” Damian said, voice raspy with anger. He flipped the plastic pages of the album. “None of these pictures are him. Tailored suits, fake smiles—”
"Bruce smiled sometimes," Dick protested, moving into the den to take the album from Damian. "I like these pictures even if you don’t. Please don’t destroy them."
Damian clicked his tongue in derision. “You dishonor Father’s memory by preserving a false persona cultivated only to distract others from his true self.” He grabbed the edge of the album again and tugged, hard.
Dick refused to relent his hold on the leather book. “And you’re hiding from the pain of losing your father by telling yourself there was nothing more to Bruce than Batman.”
The two boys remained that way for a time, silent and eyes locked with the memories of Bruce clutched between them.
Tim is spoiling Dick’s fun.