Yet Now, I Find I've Grown Into A Tall Child 🌼

we need to be weirder & so so earnest now more than ever

Im part of the batfandom ofcourse I know all their back stories by heart

Reposting this cause I wanted to fix Jason’s head (it still looks wrong but whatever) and ended up drawing dick and Damian

“What did you do.”

Bruce and dick

Read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57571189

Tim lets out a harsh breath, fiddling with the cord of his earbuds as the announcer proclaims their flight delayed by another three hours.

Damian looks up from his sketchbook, eyebags carved into olive skin as he shares a long-suffering look with Tim.

“This is ridiculous,” he says, none of the usual haughtiness in his tone. The kid is clearly exhausted—three flights from New York to San Francisco wearing away at his patience and leaving the bare-bones of his pride in its wake. Tim would poke fun if he wasn’t so dead on his feet himself.

“We can go get fries at one of the food courts?” He offers, because in the last thirty-six hours they’ve been traveling he swears he hasn’t seen the brat eat a single thing.

Damian ducks his head, sleep tugging at the corner of his expression as he sets down the graphite pencil in his hands. He’s drawing a sketch of Dick, smile lines and all. “I’m not hungry.”

“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

Read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57571189

Tim lets out a harsh breath, fiddling with the cord of his earbuds as the announcer proclaims their flight delayed by another three hours.

Damian looks up from his sketchbook, eyebags carved into olive skin as he shares a long-suffering look with Tim.

“This is ridiculous,” he says, none of the usual haughtiness in his tone. The kid is clearly exhausted—three flights from New York to San Francisco wearing away at his patience and leaving the bare-bones of his pride in its wake. Tim would poke fun if he wasn’t so dead on his feet himself.

“We can go get fries at one of the food courts?” He offers, because in the last thirty-six hours they’ve been traveling he swears he hasn’t seen the brat eat a single thing.

Damian ducks his head, sleep tugging at the corner of his expression as he sets down the graphite pencil in his hands. He’s drawing a sketch of Dick, smile lines and all. “I’m not hungry.”

EYES. I was working on how I wanted to make all their character designs unique to me lately, and decided to start with their eyes cause it’s a big part of their designs, but also one of the simpler ones. I’m planning on doing everyone else as well at some point in the future.

EYES. I was working on how I wanted to make all their character designs unique to me lately, and decided to start with their eyes cause it’s a big part of their designs, but also one of the simpler ones. I’m planning on doing everyone else as well at some point in the future.