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charon-cries · 2 days

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ahh i can finally share this piece from @gothamhorrorzine ... i've gone through like two username changes since i first drew it, so i'm excited to finally share it <3

#nightwing #dick grayson #dc fanart #gotham horror zine #robin fanart #nightwing fanart #dick grayson fanart #dc robin

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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The recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by student climate leaders! Join Aishah-Nyeta Brown & Jerome Foster II and be inspired by student climate leaders as we recognize the High School Student finalists. Watch now to find out which student received the $25,000 grand prize and top recognition!

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lesansnom · 20 hours

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Illustration pour le @timdrakeflipzine

En gros c'est Tim sur la Cathédrale de Fourvière (Lyon)

Et le croquis 👌

Plus le pain de Timmy du Batman #147

*take it bread from the tree

#robin #dc robin #red robin #tim drake #fanart #aquarelle #watercolour art #fan art #dc #dc comics #batman #batman 147 #lyon #Fourvière #pain

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ghostlightbulb · 1 day

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"My boss is going to kick your ass."

#tim drake #bruce wayne #batman #dc robin #batfam #dc comics #batfamily #robin

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ahfrickenfrick · 2 days

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tim: you can’t just kick me!

jason: i did not kick you 🙄 i merely encouraged you in the right direction with my foot

#duke put a ‘kick me’ sign on tim’s back #dc comics #dc #tim drake #jason todd #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #batman #batfamily #dc robin #red robin #red hood #based on real events #dcu #dc universe #batbros #batfam

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adeptune01 · 2 days

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Dick: What’re you doing, Damian?

Damian: Practicing for a fire. Ace is my best friend so I want to make sure he gets out first.

Jason: I don’t know what��s more troubling. The fact that a dog is his best friend or that he’d let the rest of us burn in our beds.

#he might tho #dcu #dc universe #dc shitpost #batfam shitpost #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfam shenanigans #batfamily #damian wayne #dick grayson #dc robin #nightwing #red hood #batfam incorrect quotes #batfam #dc comics #jason todd

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arsmogeko · 22 hours

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COLLAB ART ROBINS

1 Robin https://t.me/rogalekkdraws

2 Robin https://t.me/loshpedikus

3 Robin MEEEE

4 Robin https://t.me/gghahabum

5 Robin https://t.me/sophie_univers

Yeahhh

#art #dc comics #digital art #batman #damian wayne #dick grayson #dc universe #tim drake #jason todd #stephanie brown #dc robin #nightwing #red hood #red robin #spoiler dc

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reyislikesotired · 2 days

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i take your kardashian batfam au and give u idol! batfam au where the wayne kids became a jackson 5-esque-idol group

the wayne kids decided that being an idol group is the BEST cover yes sir cause there's nothing that could go wrong with that no sireeee

i only had in mind that someone joked about the wayne kids having enough siblings for an idol group and dick decided that was so ridiculous, it was perfect

then he roped everyone else in it, somehow convincing them with one reason or other

[...]

"who would believe that nightwing has an idol day job?? ... don't answer that BUT NOBODY WOULD THINK /THIS ROBIN/ OR /RED HOOD/ WOULD!!"

[...]

dick: so-

cass: im in

dick: but-

cass, putting her hands on his, her eyes burning in passion or smth: im. in. :)

dick: ... can you convince tim?

cass: :)

[...]

"i KNOW you want to join steph but you need to be adopted into the family officially for that!"

steph joins after blackmailing dick with one thing or another, idk but jason helped her, she's the new lead rapper

[...]

duke: yk... when i joined this family, i didn't know what to expect *looks at all his adopted siblings in sparkly outfits, ready to perform, then down to his own where he got manhandled into one and was about to be introduced as not only the newest wayne but the newest member* but i can tell you for certain, it wasn't this...

[...]

when bruce is asked about it, he just says to take it up with the kids' managers, who is babs, and everyone is lowkey scared of her.

[...]

kpop community would know about this best but listen yall know those variety shows where idols go on often and sometimes do random challenges for coupons?? yeah. that.

the bats are already insanely competitive. that's all i'm gonna say :)

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klemen-tine · 10 hours

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Blowing Raspberries Part 2

Batfam x Male!Reader Platonic

@jaythes1mp Finally the 2nd part is out! A bit short but I genuinely felt there wasn't much needed.

Part 1

TW: Child Neglect and just Yandere themes

Living full time with the Waynes was different. It shouldn’t be, because he’s lived here before. Even if it wasn’t permanent, he still knew the ins and outs of the manor and the daily lives of each member of this family.

He watched the television numbly, feeling Dick’s fingers carding through his hair and twisting and twirling each lock. The difference was the Wayne family. Underneath the smiles and gentle gestures, Y/N could see the underlying desires and wants in each movement. A desire that Y/N has seen art collectors view paintings that are not in their collection. The want and need to have it with them at all times.

Y/N could almost see it. In their eyes, he was no longer the brother that came and went, but now a piece of the collection that they had bought from the original collector.

‘I’m being dramatic.’ Y/N thought, focusing back on the movie and trying to ease his fears about everything. Just because they bought the company,which he was still better about, does not mean they own him. They would never do that to him.

He also believed that about them buying the company.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” Dick asked, peering down at his older brother who was looking dazed. Y/N smiled, “Just thinking.”

“About what? Maybe I can help.” Y/N smiled and Dick, and when Dick smiled back, there was absolutely no way that Dick could do that to him.

“About this situation.” Dick looked confused momentarily, “What situation?” Y/N blinked in shock, digesting the words before slowly sitting up so he could face his brother, “This situation. Me being here indefinitely now, the family company is no longer mine…”

Dick cocked his head to the side, “There’s nothing to think about though.” Y/N’s smile was tense as he processed what Dick said, “Yes. Yes, there is Dick.” Blue eyes continued to stare at him in confusion, “Like what?”

“...Seriously?” Y/N sat up, and for a minute, he felt Dick’s hands tighten in his hair before they let go. Dick furrowed his brow before realization crashed into him, “Oh! You mean living here!” Before Y/N could say anything, Dick leaned against Y/N’s shoulder, “What’s there to think about? The only difference is that you are now living here 24/7.”

Y/N chuckled, “Just because you guys bought the company doesn’t mean I live here.” Dick’s gaze turned cold before he began pouting, and Y/N had wondered if he momentarily hallucinated it. Dick let out a loud groan, “But you can’t leave! Y/N, what on earth are we going to do?” Y/N laughed, “The same you have always done, Dickie. Besides, for what it is worth, I’ll be here for a few more days.” Dick smiled up at him, “You better be. Dropping contact like that.” There was something dark in his voice that Y/N chalked up to him still being upset.

Y/N continued to chuckle, his attention now returning back to the t.v. They watched it together for hours, browsing through different channels and watching different shows. It was just like when they were younger, Dick leaning against Y/N who flicked through the channels. Only now, there was an arm strategically looped with Y/N’s, and the man could feel the muscles underneath Dick’s skin that although weren’t flexed, they were a little tense.

Almost like Dick was expecting Y/N to leave. It was kind of unsettling.

“Master Y/N, your father is on the phone.” Y/N looked up at Alfred with a confused look, “Okay, thank you Alfie.” Dick’s grip tightened momentarily before he released his hold and let Y/N get up from the couch. Alfred passed the phone to Y/N, and he had a moment of confusion as to why his father called the Wayne landline instead of Y/N’s phone

“Hello?”

‘Why the hell aren’t you picking up your phone?!’ Y/N pulled the phone away from the phone momentarily, letting his ears ring before placing the phone next to his other ear, “What are you talking about? You haven’t called.”

‘Do not lie to me Y/N! I have been calling you for days, and I expect an answer!’ Y/N’s face morphed into confusion as he pulled out his phone and looked at his notifications, “Father, I am seeing no calls from you.” Y/N flicked through their messages, phone logs, even voicemail but there was nothing.

He heard his father sigh irritably on the other side of the line, and Y/N fought back a shiver. Taking a deep breath, Y/N stilled his racing heart and continued the conversation, “Okay, since you have me on the phone, what is it that you wanted to talk about?”

‘The bloody Waynes!’ There was no way Dick didn’t hear it, but a quick glance at the man and he was on his phone. Returning his attention to the call, Y/N’s father was still screeching and yelling about the family.

‘-and you! You probably helped them out with that!’

“Me?!”

‘Yes you! You don’t think I don’t know about you running to that manor whenever I am gone? Ridiculous! It is your fault the company was bought!’ Y/N felt heat rise to his cheeks and fire lit in his chest, “You were the one who signed the papers! How is it my fault?”

‘You idiot! Do you think I had a choice?! If it weren’t for you, that company would still be mine!’

“What do you mean you didn’t have a choice?” Before he could answer, another person joined in on the call, ‘Mr. L/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of you having called my manor phone?’

‘Mr.-Mr. Wayne.’

“Bruce?” He could hear the other hum, ‘Y/N, you can hop off. I need to talk to Mr. L/N.’ The heat in Y/N’s chest dimmed, and instead ice began to fill his veins, “Um, no it’s okay Bruce. I can talk to him–”

‘Y/N.’ There’s a way he said it, one that left no room for arguments, that had Y/N blinking in shock. His body frozen and eyes wide, he pressed the button without really thinking about it. It wasn’t Bruce who said his name, but Batman.

Y/N wanted to call back and tell Bruce off, but Alfred was quick to take the phone away and someone had grabbed his hand. He met the exhausted blue eyes of Tim, and worry eclipsed his feeling of irritation at the sight of those bags under his eyes.

“Oh my God, Tim! When was the last time you slept?” Y/N herded his younger brother to the couch where Dick was still sitting and gently plopped the teen between the two of them. Tim groaned, collapsing against Dick who wrapped his arms around his younger brother, “Wednesday.”

“It's Sunday!”

“Oh.”

“What do you mean ‘oh.’” Y/N shook his head and did everything in his power to make Tim comfortable enough for him to get some sleep. Which wasn't hard. As soon as Y/N threw a blanket over his thin body, Tim had knocked out against Dick. Dick was content being a pillow for his younger brother, having his arm resting on Tim’s body as the other continued to sleep.

Y/N hummed, smiling at his younger brothers and placing his phone call with his father on pause.

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The strangeness of his current living situation wouldn’t come to light again until a few days later, when the bruises have turned yellow and the feeling of being restricted started feeling like a collar around the neck rather than iron bars. Y/Ns had tried, multiple times, to leave the manor. While he does see the manor as home, it doesn’t replace the other manor he grew up in.

“I’m not a captive, I can go and I am going home.” He stared into Damian’s blazing green eyes, the youngest Wayne being the one to stand in the way of Y/N and the door. Damian’s face in a scowl and his arms crossed, he glared at his oldest brother.

“You cannot.” His voice clipped and short, and Y/N wanted to roll his eyes, “Dami, why can’t I leave?”

“Because you belong here. Everything you need is here.”

“I understand that Dami, however the L/N Manor is also my home and I need to go back to it.” Damian shook his head, “No you don’t. This is your home.” It was like Y/N was talking to a parrot who kept repeating the same sentence over and over again. No matter the amount of reasoning or explanations given. He fought to bury his face in his hands, and instead he opted to suck on his cheek in irritation.

“You’re making it sound like if I leave, then I am not coming back.” Damian’s green eyes steeled and his nose scrunched in a way to fight off a pout. Y/N furrowed his brow, wondering where this tantrum was coming from. Damian was above tantrums, finding them childish and pathetic, however he wasn’t above pouting. Y/N had gotten used to Damian’s pouting faces, and even knew how to combat them.

However, this whole thing was new. Not once has Damian ever fought this hard for Y/N to stay.

“Damian, what is going on?” Y/N stared down at the boy, who looked like he had swallowed a lemon. He swiveled his head around when he heard footsteps approaching the foyer and sighed in relief that it was Alfred.

“Alfie, what on earth is going on?” The old butler raised an eyebrow, “Perhaps we should have this conversation over some tea.” It was said in a tone that Y/N knew not to argue with, and he gave Damian one last glance before following the older man into the dining room where a tea set was ready for them.

Y/N buried his head in his hands and groaned, “Alfie, what is going on in this household?” The near silent clink of a porcelain cup being placed in front of him had him reaching for the delicate handle. The butler sat next to Y/N, reaching for his own cup and taking a small inhale of the steam that was carrying the scent of oranges and chocolate, “They are being a bit difficult.”

“A bit?” Y/N let out a chuckle and stared at Alfred in shock, “Dick is acting like I don’t have a manor to go back to, Tim is being Tim, Jason pretends he can’t read on his own and wants me there when he does decides to pick a book from the library, and now Dami.” Y/N tapped the table with his fingernail, feeling the frustration digging into his skin, “Bruce is the worst of them. Asking a wall to change colors is easier than asking Bruce to be honest.”

Some part of Y/N was still bitter over Bruce acquiring the L/N family business, and he was trying desperately to understand it from that man’s perspective. Key word was ‘trying’ because he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Bruce knows how much that company means to Y/N, and how hard Y/N had worked for it.

Sure, Bruce says he can still manage it, but it means nothing if the company is not his. He’d have to answer to Bruce and Tim. Just thinking about it pisses him off so much.

Alfred nodded, “Oh trust me, I know. It seems they all inherited his stubbornness.” The manor’s residential grandfather figure understood each inhabitant perfectly, watching them grow up into the people they are today.

Y/N groaned, sipping the hot tea and sighing as the liquid warmed his throat and chest, “Like, is all of this a joke?” Alfred rested a hand on his shoulder, and Y/N could see the apology in his eyes. He sighed heavily and returned his attention forward, tracing a finger around the rim of the tea cup and staring into his own reflection.

It was all a joke. It had to be, right? “Y/N.” He looked up and Bruce was standing in the doorway. His expression relaxed, but Y/N has been around the man long enough to know that those tense shoulders are those prepared to give less than savory news. Alfred removed himself from the table, and Bruce took the seat next to Y/N.

“How have you been adjusting?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, “There’s no adjusting Bruce. Every one of you is making it seem like I am going to stay forever.” Bruce gave him a sad smile, and Y/N glared at the look, “What?”

“Y/N, your father sold the manor. There is no L/N estate anymore.” The floor feels as though it is opening up and about to swallow him whole. Y/N could feel his heart stop and the air leave his lungs like it was a punch. The world going blank and his eyes could only focus on the painting behind Bruce’s head.

The manor was sold? His home, and everything in there, gone? Just like that?

Faint memories of giggles and smiles filled his mind, his memory unable to conjure up the face of his mother but he remembers her laugh. Back when times were good and his father wasn’t an asshole. When he didn’t have to seek comfort in the arms of his neighbor and try and fill the hole in his chest with lost boys and girls that he sees as his siblings.

All of it was gone.

“-uca, I need you to breathe.” There’s a hand on his arm, the chair is no longer under him. Y/N can see blue eyes staring into his own as he began to realize that they were on the ground, sitting. Or, more like Y/N was sitting and Bruce is kneeling. His face pulled to the center of his face with worry, and Y/N is only now aware of how fast he is breathing.

His hand reached towards his chest and clutched the fabric of his shirt, trying desperately to find something to cling onto as the air continued to get pulled out of his lungs. He couldn’t feel his legs or his other arm to be exact, and the when he tried to voice that all that came out were gasps.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” A nod.

“Good, I need you to find five things you can see. When you do, nod for me.” Easy, it was such as easy task but Y/N still found difficulty focusing his vision enough to see even at least three things. However, he finally found it and he nodded. Relief flooded over Bruce’s face, and he gave an encouraging smile, “Good. That’s amazing Y/N, now find four things you can hear.”

That is how they spent their next few minutes, Bruce counting down the five senses while Y/N slowly came to his. Once he could feel the floor beneath him and more movement in his limbs, he sagged forward and into Bruce’s arms.

“I need to call him. I need to call-” Bruce’ phone was already in his hands, and Y/N didn’t even question why it was Bruce’s phone and no his.

He dialed a number he had memorized by heart and held the device close to ear. The damn thing didn’t even ring, ‘I’m sorry. The number you have dialed has either been disconnected or no longer exists–’

A sob on his lips as the weight of it all began crashing on him. The family company gone, the manor, and now this. It was like the universe wanted to take everything that made him a L/N gone.

“Y/N, I am sorry. I don’t know why he did that…” Bruce consoled the son that was never his. Always within arms reach and always a mile away. Always a brush on the fingertips but never in their hands. Until now.

Finally, after so many years of waiting patiently for Y/N to see, here he is in his arms. Here is their strong oldest sibling crying in his father-figures arms because his real father wants nothing to do with him. It took some encouragement, but finally he was theirs.’

Bruce held him tight, his strong arms wrapped around those soldiers that carried too much, and blue eyes met green. Damian stood in front of the door and he watched the interaction take place. A nod to his son and the youngest was gone, without a doubt moving to go and tell the others of the news.

It took ten minutes to get Y/N off the floor and onto the sofa in the lounge room, where Jason and Dick were waiting for him. After passing him to their waiting arms and better worded promises, Bruce carefully peeled himself away from the Y/N and began making his way back to his study.

One thne doors were shut, he pulled out a phonme and began to a dial the most recent number. They picked up on the first ring and Bruce couldn’t help but to smile, “Mr. L/N, thank you for all you have done. Y/N is now in good hands.”

“...My son–”

“Will be happier. You have done your role, Mr. L/N.” He listened as the other seethed on the other side of the line, “Mr. Wayne–”

“Rememer your side of the contract Mr. L/N. No more contact with Y/N, and you get to keep all this money you earned from selling both the business and the manor. You can continue to live out your days in Cabo, with your other family.”

The line went silent, and when he head the shaky exhale, Bruce smiled victoriously, “Take care, Mr. L/N. For your sake, I hope we never speak again.” He hung up, and Bruce couldn’t help but to smile. Finally, after years of watching and waiting, it has finally all come togethe. The final link in the chain forY/N to remain here.

It was hard getting Mr.L/N addicted to Cabo, and evern harder to get him to find someone worth marrying and staring a family with. However, it all paid off. The business was his, and Y/N will still manage that, and the L/N Manor is now Bruce’s which he’s not too sure what he’ll do with.

Maybe a surprise gift for Y/N, but then again, that would mean Y/N would be leaving again.

“Hey Bruce, we’re gonna watch a movie soon to help Y/N feel better. Did you wanna join?” Tim’s voice was muffled through the doors, but Bruce heard them nonetheless. He smiled as whe opened the door, “Sure, its important we are there for him during these times.”

He’s finally with his real family. The family he should have been with from the start.

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giotanner · 2 days

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Who is the Wayne household butler's favorite "adopted grandson"? I know we joke about it a lot, but even in the canon we can see several times how Alfred is closer to Jason Todd. I want to be clear this is not to belittle the others, he really loves them. But just as every parent will always have that child most like them, so too Alfred finds in Jason that little child most like him. A street child hungry to acculturate, he hangs on the butler's words because he sees him as a worker compared to the billionaire Bruce Wayne so Jason slowly approaches and learns. Because Jason Todd takes it all as a new chance, a new chance for redemption and learns what it means to have passions and hobbies. And Bruce is there, but where Bruce is not then Butler comes: rules of bon ton, quotes from classic books, ethnic foods and anecdotes from the war and adventures in London.

That child then broke down and so many things fell out of place, maybe Jason just doesn't have all those memories. But the muscle memory and his favorite things remain. So maybe someday you might find him crouched on a rooftop intent on reading the paperback version of Northanger Abbey after cold-cocking three Black Mask goons at the docks.

#jason todd #alfred pennyworth #Jason was like #“Do I have any time ... free? I can read without feeling guilty about taking time away from finding ways to make money”#And I don't smell the cigarette smell around-it's so strange #red hood #dc comics #dc jason todd #jason todd headcanon #batfam headcanons #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd edit #dc robin #batman and robin

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ceristhedivine · 16 hours

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Why does this sound like a nursing rhyme??

Either way, this bit was cute!

#dc comics #damian wayne #dc community #damian al ghul wayne #for fun #dc robin #robin #dc #trinity dc #super sons #did they have nursing rhymes in the league of assassins...

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thefirstmammal · 1 day

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how batman processes grief

bruce: we’ve seen this. we know how he acts. ALCOHOL ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

barb: weeping and becoming very motherhen towards everyone in her line of sight. opt 2. kill

dick: idk he jumps around like this 🤸🤾🏄 or! he does something else

jason: murder kill hit kill

tim: he becomes the fbi

damian: hit kill murder kill die

duke: cries but also thinks and ponders what he couldve done to stop it

cass: closes herself off with the only exception being bruce when he steps into her room to ask how shes doing

steph: throws herself into her work and also probably a hobby

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its-just-xan · 2 days

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I feel like the batfam has a routine after they get home from a night of patrolling/fighting crime. Usually they get back around 3-4 am, eat breakfast together that Alfredo prepared. They also have any medical needs taken care of. Then they have their own special routines to wind down from a long night of fighting crime.

Bruce takes a long shower, shaves, puts on clean clothing. Maybe has the tv on in the background of the news. A cup of coffee is on his night stand sent by Alfred. Bruce takes this time to record the night’s happenings and files it away. Around 5 am is when he actually does go to sleep for a bit.

Dick makes sure to do some cooling stretching exercises to help his muscles from the night of doing gymnastic tricks. He takes a hot bath with epsom salt. Also, he does a face mask. Dick gets into bed and either reads or scrolls on his phone for a bit before sleeping.

Damian makes sure all his animals are taken care of before he takes care of himself. Then he showers, make sure if any of his injuries need attention, and then gets into bed and cuddles with Titus and Alfred the cat as a form of therapy before falling asleep.

Stephanie takes a long hot shower. Then does her hair care routine and skin care routine. She might put on some music and dance around the room to get the last bit of energy out of her system before she hits the hay.

Cassandra puts away her weapons first in an orderly fashion. She catalogs what she has left. Then she gets in the bath and soaks until the water turns cold. She uses a bath bomb, epsom salt, and some soothing oils. Cass also does her skin care routine. She turns on the tv to a random channel so she can have background noise while she does her hair routine. Also, makes sure her wounds are well taken care of. She reads a bit before falling asleep.

Tim takes his sleeping medication if he doesn’t he won’t sleep at all. He also, like Bruce, goes through the patrol and documents the things that happened during the night. He makes a detailed case file for Bruce. After that, Tim takes a quick cold shower, does some stretching before getting into bed to hopefully sleep. If he can’t then, he works on old case files that haven’t been solved yet.

They all have their own ways of self care after a long night of patrol. Alfred makes sure of it.

#batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #stephanie brown #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #nightwing #red hood #Red Robin #spoiler dcu #dc robin

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dragonboots10 · 2 days

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Adore batfamily batdad Batman but also Robin-centric DC adaptions that paint Batman as a bad father are very personal to me

Bc it is kinda fucked up actually to take a broken child and teach them to use their emotions as a weapon knowing all you wanted when you were a broken child was for your parents to be there and that all that rage never made up for the fact that they weren’t

#dc comics #batman #dc robin #dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #bruce wayne #batdad #batfam #this is kind of ab dc titans #it’s my comfort show #unfortunately #I know it’s the ‘fuck batman’ show #but you are all gonna have to deal with it #I was 14

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