Forever Yours, Little Wing

“Red Hood shot Deathstroke.”

Dick looked up from his coffee to stare at Tim incredulously. “Pardon?”

Tim, who was perusing the security camera footage from his numerous spy cameras of the city, smiled back. “Red Hood shot Deathstroke,” he repeated.

“Jason shot Slade? Why? And when?”

Tim hummed and pulled up the footage. “Yesterday, apparently, at 1:30am. In the Fashion District.”

“I patrolled there last night though,” Dick said. “I passed through at 1am!”

“And this happened half an hour later,” Tim shrugged.

“Why would Jay shoot Slade, though?” Dick mused.

“Who knows why Crazy McGee does anything,” Tim muttered bitterly. At Dick’s amused glance, Tim bristled. “Hey! He’s your baby brother, not mine. Besides, he tried to kill me. Me! Sweet, innocent, Timmy-” Tim paused to remove his sock and throw it at Damian, who had been making vomit noises in the background.

Dick smiled sadly and scratched Tim’s ear like a kitten, immediately quieting the boy. “I know, Timmy. I won’t ask you to make peace with him. I know that he hurt you.” Dick paused, sighing. “But I can’t forget that I loved Jay too, the same as I love you and Dami now.”

In the corner, Damian lit up like an evil little lantern.

“I just… if I could talk to Jay-”

“Then go talk to him,” Tim suggested. “Bucket Head probably won’t attack you, you guys only play fight anyway, neither of you ever go full out.”

Dick smiled. It was true - Jason never really touched him, and even went so far as to avoid touching his butt during tackles. Bro Butt was a definite Ick Inducer.

“Okay. I’ll talk to him.”

***

“Psst.”

Jason Todd, the fearsome Red Hood, stopped in his tracks. Was he imagining things? He could have swore that sounded like-

“Little Wing!”

Jason sighed. “What, Dickhead,” he grumbled into thin air.

Dick popped out of the unimaginably small crevice in the wall that he had stuffed himself into. Inside his helmet, Jason flinched. He did not want to imagine how Bendy Butt had shoved himself into the small gap. “Ugh. Go away, you flexi-freak.”

“Red Robin showed me footage of you shooting Deathstroke,” Dick said. “Why did you do it?”

“Oh no, rewind to the part where the twink got footage of me,” Jason interrupted.

“Oh, you know Red Robin, he’s got all of his little spy cameras and nanobot armies-”

“What-”

“- but that’s not important-”

“Yes it is!” Jason panicked. Did Tim unleash a nanobot army on him? Was that why he itched in his most tender areas?

(Yes. Yes it was. Tim was very proud of avenging himself).

“- what’s important is why you chose to go and shoot Deathstroke! Jay, he’s a dangerous man, why on earth would you make an enemy of him-”

“Why on earth haven’t you make an enemy of him, when he follows your jello butt across the city-”

“What?”

“- jiggling like pudding, honestly. The only thing I’ll agree with Batman about is having you wear a cape-”

Dick’s eyes softened with realization. “Oh, Jay,” he murmured affectionately.

“-so the rest of us don’t have to waste our time looking out for- eck,” Jason cut himself off as Dick gently hugged him.

“You were looking out for me, Little Wing,” Dick smiled into his shoulder. “You docare!”

“No I don’t.”

“I love you too!”

That escalated fast. “Oh my God, let me go, what if someone sees,” Jason whinged. Dick did let go then, but continued to beam at him. Jason shook off the Dick Cooties and glared. “If you want to smother someone, start closer to home. The Baby Brat offered me a bounty to kill Slade-”

“Dami did what?”

“I didn’t take it, obviously, but dude, that kid is way too attached to you-”

“I’ll just have to reassure him of my love!”

“And you wonder why I make mother-brother jokes about you,” Jason sighed defeatedly, as Dick continued to be oblivious. “Listen, it’s not a big deal.”

Dick did not heed this, and his eyes continued to shine with unspoken love and hope.

“He was being a lech, it’s the decent thing to do.”

The Eye Love Lasers were now maximum capacity.

“Dick!” Jason huffed angrily. He needed to get the message across, dammit!

“I love you too, Little Wing!”

Ugh. There really was no escaping it. Jason gave in gracelessly, allowing Dick to have his hug quota.

Maybe it really wasn’t so bad.

Robin Musings, as per Krypto

Ph.D. (tummy rubs), M.A. (The Art of The Good Boi)

Robin I

• A puppy!
• Oh boy Clark finally made me a grandpup!
• How well my grandpup fights!
• And how well he flies!
• Oh no
• The chickens are trying to adopt him
• Quick, bark at the chickens

Robin II

• New pup!
• Angry pup?
• Let me lick your woes away
• Oh I know all about sibling rivalry
• See how the horses prance around and look all majestic
• Disgusting
• But I know that Clark loves both of us equally
• Ah I have imparted wisdom

Robin III

• ALERT
• The pup is skinny!!
• Feed the pup-!
• Oh
• I can’t lactate :/
• Quick, let’s go to Bessie
• Woman has like, six calves, she can spare some milk

Robin IV

• Girl pup!
• Brush me as you would brush your glorious hair
• Now for the finale
• We shall shed on Bruce’s favorite chair :)

Robin III again

• Skinny pup is dating Kon-pup!
• Glorious, I will have great-grandpups now
• That is, if Bruce doesn’t keep yelling
• Ruins the mood :/
• How will my dynasty continue at this rate

Robin V

• Angry pup!
• Quick! Snuffle the anger away!
• Oops I squished him
• It’s ok :)
• What’s this
• The pup is kidnapping me!
• Someone save me- oh wait
• You’re rich
• Tell Clark I said bye :)

Robin Musings, as per Darksied

Ph.D. (Moste Evile Arts), M.A. (Dry skin)

Robin I/ Nightwing

• What a sweet childe
• A pity that all existence not under my control is futile
• What are you doing
• Stop looking at me with those big, cow eyes
• Argh my raisin sized heart
• It is expanding to accommodate emotion

Robin II/ Red Hood

• No I will not fuck off into a commode and die
• I can’t believe that you’re Robin
• Where’s the other one
• Oh he’s become hot
• Oh noe
• The childe is attacking me
• His curse words are actually hurtful :(

Robin III/ Red Robin

• What is this
• I think a gnome fell into the wrong universe
• Oh it is a childe
• What do you mean I should moisturize more
• I don’t want WayneMart industrial strength moisturizer
• I am not going to increase your profit margin

Robin IV/ Spoiler

• Okay I will admit that I am salty about being bald
• You don’t need to flaunt your admittedly glorious hair at me
• No I have never used WayneMart Hair Rejuvenation Formula
• Why are they everywhere
• Is this a conspiracy

Robin III again/Red Robin

• NO I don’t want a gift certificate to Wayne Spa and Beauty Centre
• My looks are the result of Dark Majicks
• I highly doubt Wayne Cosmetics will help :/

Robin V/ Damian

• I feel a sudden influx of Evile
• The Evile is highly concentrated in this small childe
• Perhaps I could claim the childe
• And his jiggly mother-brother
• Oh noe I have awakened a great blood lust in the childe
• I am doomed :(

Bringing the Boyfriend Home - Tim Drake Woes

Tim dithered on the front step of the manor, biting his lip in agitation. Should he go through with this?

“Timmy?” Bernard asked gently. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… my family,” Tim admitted. “They’re a lot.”

Bernard smiled, the sunlight bouncing off of his perfect teeth bringing warmth to Tim’s cold, shriveled, soul. “Timmy, you’re worrying again. Didn’t you say that they loved you?”

Tim sighed. “Yeah…”

“And that your dad wanted to ‘vet me’?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And that your big brother was jiggling thiccly around the kitchen to make a gay-friendly brunch?”

Tim finally cracked a smile. “Dick made crepes. Stephanie was appalled.”

Bernard smiled and stroked his thumb over Tim’s knuckles. “See? It’ll be fine.”

“What about Damian?”

“Sorted,” Bernard said smugly, moving his jacket aside to reveal a tiny sparroe in a tiny box. “I found a bird with a broken leg. I’ll tell him that you said that he was the best with animals, and that I thought he could nurse it back to health.”

Tim’s eyes glittered with unshed tears. He had the best boyfriend in the world.

***

“Hey Dick, this is Bernard.”

Dick glowed with happiness for his little stringbean brother finally having a normal, settled, relationship.

“Hi Mr. Dick,” Bernard waved, and Dick had to suppress a squeal of delight.

“Hi Bernard, it’s so nice to meet you,” Dick enthused. “Here, have some cookies, I made them fresh!”

Bernard picked up a heart shaped cookie with a smile. “Thanks for being so supportive, Mr. Dick.”

Just then, the lights flickered, and Bernard caught sight of a harrowing face in the hallway, before it promptly disappeared.

“Who was that!?”

Dick looked around. “Who? There’s nobody there.,” he said, before smiling brightly. “Here, have another cookie. You and Tim are both so tiny.”

Bernard choked down the cookie, the dour man’s face never leaving his mind. After they were done, Tom dragged Bernard to see his sister.

“This is Cass, she’s my big sister,” Tim said, sounding audibly affectionate. Bernard smiled wholeheartedly - Tim really deserved to be able to have that kind of love. “And that’s Damian in the animal pile over there.” Uh oh.

Bernard shook hands with Cass who smiled at him. “Tim says… you make him happy. I like that.”

Bernard felt a flood of affection for the soft spoken woman. “I always try. Timmy deserves the best.”

Cass smiled, her eyes crinkling in the corners. “Tim always tries hard for everyone else. We… look after Tim.”

By this time, Damian had also waddled over. “What ho. You are Bernard Dowd.”

“Er. What ho?” Bernard reached into his jacket. “Nice to meet you, Damian. Tim said that you were good with animals, so I thought of bringing you this bird - he hurt his leg-”

Damian was already scurrying away with the bird, speaking lovingly to the confused sparrow I Arabic. “Well done, Dowd,” he asked over his shoulder. “Drake has done well to choose you to continue the dynasty with!”

Bernard looked nonplussed, and then smiled amusedly at Tim. “You want to continue your dynasty with me? Tim, that’s so cute!”

Tim blushed a pretty cherry blossom pink. “I- I- er-”

Bernard was just about to rib Tim more, when another flicker of movement caught his eye. The face! Bernard felt a chill as the figures eyes made contact with his, revealing the color to be a shadowed blue-green. And then, it was gone again.

There was no mistaking it. Every Gothamite knew the Tragedy of Jason Todd-Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s second son. The face belonged to an older man, but who said that a malevolent spirit couldn’t trick the mind?

“T- Timmy, the f- face-”

Tim looked around. “What face, Bern?” he asked in concern, seeing his boyfriend pale before his very eyes.

“A- a guy, he looks so sad and mean-”

“Baby, there’s no one there,” Tom soothed Bernard worriedly, his mind racing. Unless, of course… “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Jason.”

Bernard shrieked thinly. “Jason Todd? I was right? His ghost is haunting your house?”

Tim, sensing the potential for mischief, nodded with faux seriousness. “His restless spirit comes back to see us sometimes. He mainly haunts Dick though, calls him names and eats his cookies.”

“But Jason is good boy,” Cass said hurriedly.

“Are we talking about Todd?” Damian asked, returning with the now bandaged bird who was sitting in his hair. “Has he returned?”

“Apparently,” Tim said. “I wonder what brought him back.”

“Grayson made Pennyworth’s cookies,” Damian replied. “That is enough for Todd to come sniffing around.”

“Dick is wearing leggings today,” Cass mused. “Jason likes… to throw… coins at his butt.”

“Makes Dick squeal like a piggy,” Tim nodded sagely. “We should put Jason at rest,” he said meaningfully.

Damian, Princeling of Chaos, cottoned on immediately. “I shall bring the sage.”

Cass said nothing, but bounced happily.

The fabulous four tripped into the kitchen, where, true to form, Jason was flicking pennies at a harassed Dick’s behind.

“Begone, ghoul!” Damian cried, and lit the sage leaves on fire, making both Dick and Jason startle. When everybody was distracted, Cass flicked a smoke bomb on, filling the room with thick smoke. Hopefully, Jason would take the hint to disappear.

Only when the smoke cleared, Jason was still there, looking very buff and angry and intimidating.

“W-w-what?” Bernard quivered, coming over faint in Tim’s arms, as though his noodle arms could support a swooning boyfriend.

“Oh. Ha ha,” Tim laughed nervously. “So you already know about Jason, so this will be a short introduction-”

It would have to wait, as Bernard flopped over, completely comatose.

***

Bernard came back to consciousness to the sight of Bruce Wayne. “Bernard, you’re awake, excellent. I must apologize for my children, they are fools.”

“B-b-but Jason!”

“Jason is not dead, son,” Bruce sighed. “It was a cover story to put some very dangerous people off his scent. Everything is fine now, but Jason rather enjoys the feeling of anonymity this gives him. Though honestly, Jay, just go down to the precinct and get re-registered as living, it’s been years-”

“Can’t stop won’t stop. Hey Bern,” Jason smiled. “You alright?”

“Yes?”

“Oh good. Someone go get Tim, the kid’s in hysterics about you.”

Bernard’s tender heart broke. Tim was distraught over him? Dick opened the door and a tear streaked Tim ran inside. “Bernard! I’m so sorry! I didn’t think that Jason would be home, and I wanted to get him out! Please, won’t you forgive me!”

“You were only trying to help your brother, Tim,” Bernard said, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of Tim’s mascara running down his face. He reached over and hugged Tim close.

“Ahem.”

“Oop, sorry Mr. Wayne, sir,” Bernard said, jumping away.

Bruce smiled. “It’s alright, Bernard. Just know, I’m always watching. And anything that you do to Tim, I’ll have Jason do to you.”

Jason smiled evilly as Tim and Bernard shrunk away, but failed to escape the powerful, hairy hug they were pulled into.

“Well Bernard,” Jason said, as both boys struggled, “welcome to the family.”

Robin Musings, as per Cyborg

aka Victor Stone, Ph.D. (Cybernetics), M.Sc. (Being Swole)

Robin I/ Nightwing

• Bro, you’re so squishy and human
• Do you want a cybernetic
• We have lasers :)
• Batman won’t even let you get a tattoo, so a cybernetic is out of the question huh
• You can just…not tell your ugly dad
• Oh lord
• I saw something move in the shadows
• It’s your awful dad, aw hell naw-

Robin II/Red Hood

• Please tell me you left your dad at home
• Cool :D
• So. I heard you came back from the dead.
• … leave any limbs in the grave?
• Because I can totally hook you up with a new arm or three

Robin III/ Red Robin

• The tantalizing scent of coffee…
• The little burn scars from soldering experiments…
• Those dead, owl eyes…
• It’s a fellow tech nerd!
• Let’s hit up the Apple Genius Bar :)
• Not to buy anything!
• But to critique their easily shattered screens

Robin IV/ Spoiler

• You know the best part of being a cyborg?
• Cybernetic stomach
• :D
• To the breakfast buffet!

Robin III again

• Hey Tim
• How did you like the cybernetic laser bellybutton piercing
• What do you mean your dad flipped out
• He grounded you?
• Aren’t you, like, the CEO

Robin V/ Damian

• Psst
• Hey kid
• Want a cybernetic?
• What do you mean “no”
• Grayson says you’re “perfect the way you are”
• What do you mean he pats your head afterwards
• …fine
• Pat pat pat

Robin Musings, as per Billy Batson

aka Shazam, Ph.D. (Emotional Maturity), M.A. (Adulting)

Right. So. More Robin Musings?

Robin I/Nightwing

• Wowie- um, I mean-
• *affects deep voice* Wowie
• Mr. Batman said that you were my babysitter
• Can we go on patrol later please
• I know Mr. Batman’s stance on metas
• But he said that I was okay to come over
• He likes me
• Can’t think as to why tho :)

Robin II/Red Hood

• Gasp
• You have A Gun!
• GASP
• You said A Bad Word!!
• One dollar in the swear jar please
• What do you mean, I should cuss too
• Adults cuss?
• I mean- I am above such behaviors
• Good day to you, fellow adult

Robin III/Red Robin

• Hello Timmy
• Does Mr. Batman know thay you’re sneaking out
• You’re in love! That’s so nice! (＾ω＾)
• Oh no, your dad doesn’t allow you to unite with Superboy
• Is Mr. Batman… evil? He hates love?

Robin IV/ Spoiler

• I didn’t know Robin could be a girl
• I just assumed that Mr. Wayne tried to clone Dick and it went really badly
• So, how am I adulting so far
• Is it convincing?
• Yes I do need to stock my adult pantry like an adult would
• Yes, I would like more waffle mix
• Seems a very adult choice

Robin III again

• So I confronted your dad about him hating love
• He grounded me :(
• Wait
• He can’t ground me!
• …
• Apparently he can :(

Robin V/ Damian

• :D
• I can tell that we’re going to be best friends
• Let me introduce you to the world of nice things and arcades
• In return, you can teach me math and make *tt* noises when I don’t get trignometry
• Let’s go play
• Dodge-sword is NOT an appropriate game
• Neither is Pin The Knife On The Joker :(
• And Jason is NOT the adult supervision

Batbros Showing Affection - Yet Another Series Because I Won’t Stop

Jason Todd Edition

Jason will never, ever admit it to any living being (unless he’s about to shoot them, of course), but he secretly loves being a little brother. Just as much as Dick loves being Jason’s big brother.

Before Jason’s tragic demise (that he mentions at every possible opportunity) Dick had been a distant character. Sure, he had smiled at Jason, and gave him brotherly advice, even allowing him to stay over when Bruce got too Bruce-y.

Now, Jason has a brother who is a fully fledged hero, peacekeeper, man, and mother (because Damian) in his own right, and he’s found that they exist better together as adults.

Now, with the clarity of adulthood, Jason can relate to Dick, can talk to him, reason with him, train with him, no holds barred. Jason doesn’t need to smooth out his rough edges with Dick, because his brother remembers, he knows Jason for his past and present, and he accepts it all with a kissy and a hug.

Jason would take a beer over the kisses, but whatever.

***

Jason grew into his friendship with Tim. Over time, after Tim’s scars faded, and they were able to establish a new baseline.

Truth be told, he was dragged into it by Dick, in the beginning. Forced dates over froyo and coffee, with the background noise of Damian simmering in the background, squished into Dick’s side like a growth.

Jason and Tim bonded a shared love of weaponry, and a shared hatred for the Joker.

He had taken Tim. He had nearly broken Tim.

Dick had killed the clown for what he did to his brothers. In his weaker moments, Dick wished that he had stayed dead. Jason, under no unrealistic moral code, wished for it loudly and on a bi-weekly basis.

It had changed the previously innocent, idealistic boy Tim existed in the shadows now, flitting around his brothers until Jason caught him and sat on him.

Slowly, they bonded during Jason’s sitting sessions. They now indulge their mutual destructive streak together, blowing up villains lairs and warehouses and giving rogues wedgies after a battle.

***

Unlike Jason’s other two brothers, Damian is a can of evil worms.

Damian remembers Jason from when he was in the League, and was Damian’s official babysitter. Jason took his responsibility seriously and would sit on Damian to subdue the tiny, murderous, blob of porridge.

Damian remembers that when Todd was antagonistic to the family, Grayson cried over him, agonizing over Jason’s harsh - and truthful - words.

Damian only saw that Grayson was sad, and so Todd would have to die.

It took several months to convince Damian not to kill Jason, and now they get along and bond over their shared love of weaponry and debate over the use of poisons.

Jason doesn’t like poison, he doesn’t think it allows for a fair fight.

Damian doesn’t care.

They reach a compromise when Tim makes a non-lethal acute laxative poison dart.

Gotham’s villains have never smelled worse.

But Jason sees the smallest bat brat bouncing happily on the balls of his feet as Scarecrow shots his pants and cries, and he can’t help but cackle along with his baby brother.

Batbros Showing Affection - Yet Another Series

Dick Grayson Edition

The first time Jason fell prey to the full extent of Dick’s affections was when he woke up from a bullet to the side. He was fourteen, he had just seen Bruce cry, and Alfred’s mustache had trembled, and he almost didn’t register Dick’s fingers carding through his hair and his mumbling words that he had never heard over Jason.

He’s praying, Jason realized belatedly. He’s praying for me.

Dick prayed again, every year on Jason’s death anniversary, but he wouldn’t know that.

The next time Jason heard Dick praying again was when the older man was trying to kiss him through the helmet- “Oh my God, get off, people are looking-”

But Jason was back, he was alive again, and Dick would never have to take his brother’s name with his beloved parents’ again, he would never again pray for Jason’s soul to have peace.

Dick would now only pray for him to live.

***

It was easy to love Tim - after all, he was a small, fae, lad who was unerringly good, in the harshness of Gotham.

Bruce tried to resist. He failed.

Dick didn’t bother resisting. He loved Tim with his whole heart, smiling at him, hugging him, defending him, and helping smuggle him out of the manor to meet Kon when Bruce had declared a Purity Lockdown.

They fell out, as brothers do. They never stopped loving each other, and found their way back to each other.

Dick and Tim loved each other, held together in the belief that their relationship was the one slice of a normal life they could ever have.

Dick could love Jason with an intensity brought only by a complete loss could bring. Their love was painful, and even when they smiled, Dick could feel the tears stinging the back of his eyes.

Dick could love Damian with the fierceness of a lioness, because no one else would, and no matter what anyone else said, Damian needed that, yearned for it, and it was only through divine intervention that he had found it.

But Tim was Dick’s brother. And Dick was Tim’s. And there was nothing complicated about that.

***

It took a while for Damian to understand Dick’s seemingly instantaneous affection for him.

From the very first warm, strong hug, Dick’s cheek squished to Damian’s, to the occasional head pats and the smoothing of Damian’s spiky, evil, hair, Dick was completely in love-

And Damian was completely confused.

When Bruce was gone, and it was only him and Dick, Damian waited for the hammer to drop - for the renunciation and the scorn that was sure to come.

He waited every night as Dick put on a show of smoothing Damian’s hair back and turning out the bedside lamp, but he waited in vain.

Dick’s soft sighs and head pats turned into lingering presences with soft lullabies, and gentle kisses on his tiny, thorny, forehead.

The first night Dick had given him a goodnight kissy, Damian had laid awake the whole night, his mind racing with thoughts whatandhowandwhy-

Only for Dick to repeat the kissy with a gentle, “Good morning, Dami,” the next morning.

Slowly, Damian began to realize that he was getting hugs and kissies, simply for being, existing as he did.

It made him unbelievably smug, and he smiled like a frog which had the whole pond to itself.

Drake laughed at him, but what did he know? It’s not like anyone kissed him, ever.

“Shows what you know! Nothing will ever compare to Kon’s tender touch upon my skin-”

“WHAT”

“Nothing, Bruce!”

Disgusting as that revelation was, Damian still came out on top, or so he felt.

Grayson’s smile was all the confirmation that he needed.

RED 10/50: Robin

I’m creating a new project entitled “Red” the idea is simple, to draw characters from all across media that relate to this particular color. This is just a fan project and all characters belong to their respective companies.

You can see more at my INSTAGRAM account:

@ ultimatejulio_art

Or my FACEBOOK page:

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Damian and Jon

D and d

Dami

Raven

Richard and Amy and Damian

A new friend❗️

Heads up since DC isn’t currently hyping it or talking about it…

Robin 15 will have a Pride Month Variant cover- it’s currently available for preorder from Things from Another World or Forbidden Planet. If you’ve got Robin on your pull list anyway, please ensure to request this cover.

(We don’t know who the artist is or who the cover will feature yet.)

“And I la-la-lala-la la-la-lala-love you!”

So my darling - Rachel Chinouriri

Based on this post

Jason: Nothing bad ever happens to me. I keep a crystal in my pocket at all times.

Talia: You died like a year ago.

Jason: and yet here I stand!

feeling perfectly normal about this.

tim texting the batfam gc:

idk why i never posted this but its so funny to me

Robin and Nightwing (Dick Grayson) icons from Batman ‘66 Meets Wonder Woman ‘77 (Parker, Andreyko, Hahn, 2016-17)

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So like any good Gothamite, I like the Gotham Knights. It’s a sin in this city to interrupt a game; not even Joker would interrupt a game.

I was at the game last night when Lex Luthor interrupted. We were in the seventh inning, Gotham Vs St Louis Cardinals. He was monologging about how Gotham needs to be purged of our filth.

Well Gotham Knights Designated hitter, James Bader, took a bat and you know the rest, GCPD dragged Luthor off and Bader got a standing ovation.

We won by the way, Go Knights!

Bruce called me by my real name today. Little pissed so I’ve been petty.

Bruce: I’m sorry. It slipped my mind

Me: it’s okay Brussel sprout.

Bruce: Dee, please stop

Me: no can do Bucky

Bruce: Dee

Me: Bunny

It has been all day. I even ordered his Latte under Batman. He went pale for a second, Tim and Tam had a laugh though. According to Tim, Duke has memed it and now they’re all doing it.

Damien called Bruce Farter when he came after school

Update: no my first name is not a dead name. It’s just no one believes me when I say it’s gender Neutral. It’s easier to go by Dee when I’m not feeling like the femininity my name usually implies.

I swear to Gotham! I am just trying to live my life when Batman drops by with a woman. 

NOT just any woman, Wonder Woman. I should have died right there, she was playing with my pets! Christ I made her and Batman grilled cheese and chicken ramen because they were waiting for Martian Manhunter to reconnect their comm links. Guys she said I had good taste in books.

At this rate I’m either going to meet the Justice League or get murdered. Well good times either way

Well I guess I have to move to Metropolis now. I was just carried to safety, bridal style, by Superman. God I’m not much for the Boy Scout thing, but god bless him he’s good to look at.

I was stuck waiting for a ride home with the birdies.

Redhood: are you okay?

Me: yeah. Might have to move to Metropolis, they know how to treat lady.

Red Robin: Betrayal!

Me: I don’t see any of y’all carrying me. I bet Superman would remember my birthday

Night wing got this shit eating grin on his shit eating face. Before I knew it Hood was picking me up bridal style. I’m by no means light, so I was a bit shocked.

Red Robin: Oh my god she’s speechless. She’s speechless! Pass her

Hood: nope. I’m the only one strong enough to keep her in Gotham. (He looks down at me) Your feet will not touch the ground till you take it back.

Well Batman snuck up on him, so I was thrown. Luckily Superman was on his shit.

Update:

Not moving to metropolis. Nope, never, not in a million years. I forgot Lex Luthor lived there and I don’t need to go to jail.

On a side note I heard Dick whisper “traitor” it took me a second to realize he reads these. Fuck

This is on a private server. It’s been crazy the last few days, I’m still the PA to Bruce, but I think I’ve never been so hurt and happy at the same time.

I didn’t realize this before, he looked so much like Jason. I just ignored it. I just ignored the fact that they talked the same, that they acted the same. I was blind and now it’s like I’ve missed everything.

Peter Toddson, he’s actually Jason and he lied to me. My best friend lied to me. I had to mourn him six almost seven years. I have known Peter/Jason for two whole years. Apparently ten years of friendship were that easy to ignore. He was my best friend, I cried on birthdays, his death day, and I couldn’t even talk to his family for months. 

I found out on accident. Dick and Damian  were talking. I was going to drop off their drinks when I hear them talking.

Damian: Todd want’s to tell Dugan. He won’t listen to reason.

Dick: I’ll talk to Jason, but it’s his choice. D is his friend, they were basically siblings. He has every right to tell her that he’s alive.

I left after that. I don’t know what I’m going to do. Just yesterday I was worried about my 21st birthday, but I guess that’s no important as usual.

Batman may be Joker’s number one enemy, but I’m a close second because every time I see the bitch it’s on site.

#OnlyinGotham do you get an award for beating a clown with a cane. It was a sword cane, but Buzz kill said murder isn’t the correct response to Joker breathing the same air as me.

Red Hood said he’d bake me cookies so suck it Batman

Here’s a short list of things that are canon cause I said so

• Stalker Tim Drake
• All the nicknames
• Neurodivergent batfam
• Favorite child Cass
• Purple Person™ Steph
• Good cook Jason
• Terrible cook Bruce
• Competent dumbass Dick