Hotdog Dude Is A Fucking Legend

screaming crying throwing up my favorite author just followed me i feel blessed is this what it's like to be chosen by the gods?

@theresamouseinmyhouse hi :)

I just had an Idea. What if Damian met Tim during the time he was training with Lady Shiva? I’m like 90% sure Damian trained with her at some point, and I know for sure that Tim did. So what if they met through her?

then when Damian ends up in Gotham he recognizes Tim not as Robin but as lady shiva’s apprentice. I imagine it would go smth like this:

Tim, opening the door: Hi

Damian: Timothy?

Tim: Damian???

Damian: Why are you here?

Tim: I live here. Damian: *shocked murder baby noises*

there is no way to construe Damian being Robin after he just got out of a murder cult as anything less than a phenomenally shitty idea. i do not say this to criticize Damian as a character. he is a good character. it is because he is a good character that I am going to say this: Damian being Robin was Bad. Very Bad.

Outside of the dynamics within the family at the change, people are still Suffering because of Damian As Robin. Because Damian is not trained to be Robin. Robin is Hope. Robin is comfort. Robin is not a fucking baby assassin who only has the job to “secure his place as the blood son” and prove that the ‘placeholders’ weren’t as good as him.

Because Robin is not just a mantle that changes how people within the Batfam see each other. It is also a job that living people need to survive and Damian, as someone who was not trained for literally Any Aspect of said job that people need to survive, was risking those people.

Completely disregarding Damian’s and others within the Batfam’s own (stunted) development because of Damian Being Robin, it is a really, really, really shitty idea to give a profession that, again, lives depend on to a traumatized ex-assassin child whose adults are for some reason refusing to parent or even fucking guide.

ao3 is being slow lately and its pissing me off because there’s a 50/50 chance when i click “kudos” nothing happens like let me appreciate a fic smh

come on op drop the rest of the essay

Dick was the last to be adopted, Jason became the black sheep post-resurrection, Tim made himself Robin, Damian was dropped in Gotham after ten years of being kept secret, Cass possesses killer instincts that run counter to Batman's philosophy, Duke is a meta whose parents are still alive (albeit jokerized), and Steph has zero legal connections to the Waynes. All of the batkids have reason to believe they're the only one Bruce doesn't want around and Bruce is unaware of the problem because they don't vocalize it not just out of the usual emotional constipation, but also a deep-seated fear of being proven right. In this essay, I will—

ofc???

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

everyone talks about how YJ watched santa die but no one talks about how before santa showed up, YJ made a fucking suicide pact to take out the doomsday missile.

gotta love those scam bots asking me to commission them, its like... dude. this is a chatfic. wdym "loved the prose"??? was it when i had Character A call Character B a gay idiot? was it the fucking crowbar threat??? huh???

Bruce finds out when Tim gets hurt on patrol and Jason breaks into the fucking Batcave, scoops Tim up, stares into Bruce’s soul and says “You’re a grandpa. Congrats.” Before dipping

Tim and Bruce getting into an argument bcs Tim demands to be independent and NOT get involved in the mess of being a legal part of the Wayne family, and Bruce being final on the fact that Tim is FIFTEEN and needs a legal guardian. out of spite Tim asks the person he thinks Bruce would approve of as a guardian the least to sign some guardian papers.

Tim: you don’t have to do anything parental i just REALLY wanna make Batman mad and i get the sense that our wishes align on that specific aspect so if you could just sign here for shits and giggles-

Red Hood:

Red Hood, rapidly changing his plans on how to deal with getting revenge on Bruce because his replacement is actually kinda hysterical: if we’re doing this we’re fucking doing it right, kid

Bruce shows up to Tim’s next parent teacher conference because hey just because he’s being given the silent treatment over this whole adoption thing doesn’t mean he’s going to slack off on his parental duties, only to freeze in the doorway because Tim Drake-Hood is stood there with his shiny new CRIME LORD LEGAL GUARDIAN giving him the most SHIT EATING GRIN POSSIBLE, and he almost has a panic attack on the spot.

Jason’s really getting into this whole caretaker thing. he’s doing school runs, delivering home cooked meals to Drake manor, helping with homework, this was his fucking CALLING. Tim is having the time of his life because him and Hood actually get along really well, but then he realises two weeks in that it turns out Hood is actually Jason fucking Todd, and he has to deal with the existential crisis of causing the very thing he was trying to stop because he is now technically a legal child of the Wayne family.

out of embarrassment for the fact that he failed and amazement at the fact that he’s bonding so well with Bruce’s dead kid and his own childhood hero (who is now a badass crime lord that lets him call for advice about english assignments while organising drug runs and picks up batburger on his way home from weapon shipments, seriously what more could Tim want in a parent), Tim somehow becomes even more invested in hiding Red Hood’s identity than Jason is.

Bruce has just been in a constant state of panic for the past three months and he doesn’t know what to fucking do. Dick was concerned for Tim up until he demanded to have dinner with him and his new ‘guardian’ to vet the guy and Jason, who stopped caring about his identity when he realised how much being a working dad agrees with his mental health and is only actively keeping his identity from Bruce for Tim’s pride’s sake, takes off his helmet to eat and Dick stares at him frozen for fifteen minutes across the table before finally pointing at the two and saying ‘you know what? he didn’t even tell me Jason was dead until after the funeral. whatever the fuck’s going on here? he has it coming. proceed.’

i dare you to writr some soft percabeth fluff

debating whether or not to write some soft percabeth fluff