... ♥

been thinking about them a lot lately

apparently, dick and jason's love language is to crash their baby brother's first date

Has Bruce ever packed the kids lunch when Alfred wasn't there? How'd it go?

[Wayne Enterprises]

Tim: Finally, time for my break.

Tim: *opens his mini fridge*

*dozens of apples fall out*

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[the library]

Steph: *chugs a gallon of milk*

Cass: *bites into a bread loaf*

Barbara: I'm not even gonna ask.

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[day patrol]

Duke: *opens his lunchbox*

Duke: *sighs*

Duke: *pulls out his bat-skillet*

Duke: *cracks an egg* *cracks an egg* *cracks an egg* *cracks an egg—*

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[West-Reeve Middle School]

Damian: Kent, I will trade you your cupcake for this head of lettuce.

Jon: ...

Jon: Deal.

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[Bludhaven]

Jason: Bruce packed our lunches. He said we're supposed to share.

Jason: *hands him a bag*

Dick: What'd you get?

Jason: A frozen turkey. You?

Dick: *opens it*

*fire alarm goes off*

Part 6 of You can’t bench me!

I loved every second animating that hug and I’m very proud of how it turned out! Hope all y’all feel the same!! I’ve watched it like a thousand times now so cute!

I’m also free from school! And have most of this comic finished now!

Context:

The batfam are trying to pick their jaws off the floor. What do you mean no screaming match, no “your not my real father”, no “your benched until your 30”??? How did this end with permission to patrol? And a HUG?? And a “thanks dad”??????? That doesn’t happen, someone an imposter or mind controlled because there is no way.

Apparently (ha! A-parent-ly) there is a way when both parties have a crumb of emotional intelligence and go to therapy. Absolutely shocking. To be fair Red Hood wasn’t expecting the hug either (but he is starting to get used to them).

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Phantom&Red Hood hugging:

💖 💖 💖

Their helmets:

*clunk*

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Red Hood: what.

RR: you can parent?????

Red Hood: --

Batman *grabbing RH shoulders desperately *: how.

Red Hood: … you have no idea how many parenting books I’ve read

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Jason *later*: if he tries to hug you and you reject him imma make Ethiopia look like an all expenses paid spa vacation. *Cocks gun*

Batfam *in tears*: he’s going to hug us too??? :D

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Origin | part 5 | Ice cream | intermission | part 7

Grasps u. When my hair grows out i am going to show ky hairstylist ur jason todd design bc hes just so gender

ahh thank you!!! i gave him my haircut tbh

oopsie. i took it back.

Tim did it on purpose

And that's how Gotham found out Jason Todd was alive (again)

JASON TODD didn't want a dog. He lived in an apartment with you, with one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a living room that looked like the furniture decorated in it would fall apart at any moment.

But one day, he comes home to you, sleeping in your bed with a little bull mastiff puppy on his side of the bed. He stares at the dog for a few moments, before going to take off his Red Hood outfit, as though that would make the situation disappear. When he comes back, the dog was still there. Of course.

Gently, Jason shakes you awake, giving you a pointed look. "Got anything you want to share with me, babe?" He asks, eyes trailing down to the dog, still asleep on the bed. A sheepish smile crosses your face. "I can explain?" You say, though it comes out more like a question. "I was volunteering at the animal shelter and found him. He didn't like being with the other dogs in cage but they didn't have enough space to isolate him." "So you thought the best plan was to bring home a dog that can grow to be 150 pounds?" I scoffs lightly. "No, no! I'm fostering him. Just for a little bit," You say quickly. "I thought since he's still a puppy he would be adopted quickly, right? So we won't have to make space for when he gets that big." Jason lets out a soft sigh and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before speaking again. "You're too good," He murmurs softly. You smile up at him and return the kiss onto his cheek. After a few moments, Jason clears his throat and looks down at the puppy, still sprawled out onto his side of the bed. "So where am I going to sleep?" ... JASON TODD sucks at being a foster. He's terrible, horrible, even. If you were to look up 'How to not foster a dog', they would just show his face. It wasn't that he neglected the dog. He could never. He took him out on runs, fed him good food, washed him, played with him. Everything a dog owner could do. No, the reason Jason was so bad was because his first ever foster dog turned out to be a foster failure. Every time someone came by interested in adopting the puppy, Jason would be in your ear, whispering to you that it didn't seem like they knew what they were doing, or that the puppy wouldn't like living with them. Every. Single. Time.

It wasn't till the three month mark of fostering the pup, having moved to a more spacious apartment, that Jason popped the question.

"You know," He starts suddenly while the two of you were on the couch, eating Chinese take out with the dog resting on the floor nearby. "No one here seems to be right for Buster." Buster, his name for the dog. He's used it so much he actually started responding to it. "There's someone, I'm sure," You counter, taking a bite of your food. "I know there is," Jason counters. Just as you open your mouth to tell him that makes no sense, he cuts you off. "Us. We're right for Buster." "Think," He says, reaching out to grip your hand. "For three months, we've had him, we've moved with him. He has his spot in the bed, we've worked him into our schedule. He's happy. Why ruin that?" "So you want to adopt him?" You ask, making sure you understood just exactly what he was saying. It felt too good to be true. "Yeah, I do," He says with a small smile. As soon as he finishes speaking you practically lung at him, tackling him into a hug while whispering small 'thank you's. The action makes Buster jump up and want to join in on whatever is going on, leaping onto the couch and sniffing at the two of you, his massive head bumping you both. In that moment, Jason knew he made the right choice. This felt right. It felt good. It felt like home. You, him, and your giant dog.

AU of Lost days where Jason blew up the Batmobile before Bruce got back to it, then left without explaining or revealing himself. Every few months he comes back to town and blows it up again just to really torment the man. When Batman stops using the batmobile at all, he spices things up by blowing up one of Bruce Wayne’s cars. Really make him sweat.

bruce: dick, jason, and damian would just lie to me, you’re my only honest son

tim ‘snuck a batmobile into the batarang budget’ drake: yeah … definitely B

I love how in fanon Dick is all uwu jaybird has done nothing wrong I will do anything to bring him home and Jason is all fuck off you don’t love me, whereas in the comics it’s Jason who keeps trying to get DIck to join him and Dick keeps being like no, fuck off? You’re a murderous criminal why would I do that?

Lil lads

Imagine Jason saving you - the love of Tim's life Tim's secretary - and he just starts shamelessly flirting with you in front of Tim HAHAHAHA

Tim scoffs. "Yep, thanks Jason, but I had that one."

I was literally two seconds from her you piece of shi-

"Obviously not." Jason's helmet was removed, his knee-weakening grin on display and directed to you.

Tim was practically red with rage.

And you couldn't help but pick up on it.

How on earth did Tim know the Hood anyhow?

"Anytime you need help Doll, just call out. K?"

"Oh, you have super hearing like Superman now, do you?"

Jason barely glanced at Tim. "Shh." His large hand went to cover Tim's face before Tim swat it away.

You smiled bashfully, taking in the odd sight before.

"I'll keep that in mind," You responded to Hood. "Thankyou."

There was Todd's smile again. But before you could think about it, a tender touch grazed your arm.

"You sure you're ok? Do you need a drink? Hot chocolate?"

Tim was doing that thing again. Where his soft eyes traced your face, taking every inch of you in ever so attentively. His fingers were instinctively tracing over skin, running up and down in the one spot. And you loved it.

Jason couldn't tear his glare away from the scene. So he took in a sharp breath. "Well, I best get going doll."

Both yours and Tim's eyes cut to him. As Jason walked past you, he leant in, shoulders brushing.

"Until next time." He murmured, then he slipped his helmet back on, threw a wink at Tim and left.

To keep himself contained, all Tim could do was murmur to himself.

"I think the fuck not."

There's something about your back that really turns Jason Todd on. The softness, the gentle slope of them, the fact that no one gets to see them in their entirety accept him. He considers exposed back on a dress or a top more risque than cleavage. A sure way to get him going is to wear something backless. It will draw his eyes every time and he won't be able to resist gently dragging the back of his knuckles or his fingertips down the expanse of your back in a way that gives you shivers. Because you know, once he gets the chance, he's pulling you to a secluded spot for some alone time.

Ooh can we get headcanons for the batfam going camping?

Duke: Yo, Bruce—

Bruce: One second. Hey, Kate, where are you putting the grill?

Kate: As far away from you as possible.

Alfred: Likewise with the ingredients. We have a limited supply unless one of you plans on hunting.

Jason: *cocks his gun*

Damian: Only cowards kill animals. A true Robin uses his natural birdlike instinct to forage for edible plants.

Duke: Guys—

Steph: Last time we did that I ended up with a rash the size of New Jersey. Count me out.

Bruce: We packed enough. No need for hunting or foraging.

Cass, sadly: But I want to slurp river.

Selina: I'm not chaperoning if you do. You know how cats and water are.

Duke: Uh, guys—

Cullen, scratching a mosquito bite: Can someone please pass the bug spray?

Kate: It's in Bette's car and she's still at the last gas station.

Barbara: What about sunscreen? The UV index is off the charts.

Selina: I think Luke took when he went to the information center.

Carrie: Just stick next to a more enticing target.

Carrie: *crouches in Dick's shadow*

Dick, flipping his hair: What can I say? I'm irresistible.

Helena, annoyed: Are you just gonna stand there and look pretty or are you gonna help me pitch this tent?

Dick: I'll look pretty, thank you.

Harper: I got it, Helena. Boys, amirite?

Duke: Seriously, guys—

Bruce: Everyone, quiet!

Bruce: *does a headcount*

Bruce: Where's Tim?

Duke: Dangling off a cliff.

Bruce: WHAT?!?

Duke, shrugging: That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Dick and Jason taking care of an injured or sick Tim if you’re still doing drawing requests? Or the inverse, little brothers taking care of older brother?

that moment when you’re suddenly the oldest o(- (

You don't understand there's a part of me that wants Alfred Pennyworth to never age but there's another part that's like

As Alfred grows older his body grows tired and everyone notices. And for Bruce that's his surrogate father. For everyone else that's Grandpa. Immediately there's a secret boot camp in the Batcave for everyone to start learning how to better care for themselves. Selina Kyle assisting of course.

There's already disability accommodations for Barbara so they just need to tweak and add some stuff. They've learned from her needs and start researching on how to care for the elderly for Alfred specifically.

On paper he's still a butler but really everyone (who lives or stays for a long time in Wayne manor) makes sure they learn how to do the hardwork for themselves. Most of his job is just to be there for them honestly. They insist on doing things for themselves.

But Alfred is Alfred. So he knows what's going on. And he's so deeply proud of them. He doesn't let him do anything he insists he can or wants do himself. He's still his own person after all, and they gradually learn his boundaries and patterns.

Bruce keeps paying him but not in a way you'd pay a butler usually. More in a way where you'd send money to your retired parents.

Do you see my vision?