Timkon Cowboys…

Jack: If someone is mean to you, you have to fight back, bud. You're a Drake, which means you're as tough as a dragon.

Baby Tim: Rawr.

Jack, holding back tears: Fuck, I'm such a good dad.

Janet: You have to be subtle with your insults. You must not be crude, nor weak. Understood, darling?

Baby Tim: So I can't say Daddy is dumb?

Janet: Exactly. You can offer to help him though. God knows that man needs it.

Brucie Wayne: Hi Janet, Jack! Oh, who's this little guy?

Baby Tim, staring into his soul: I saw pictures of you kissing Mommy and Daddy.

Brucie:

Janet:

Jack: That's because I'm a real catch, Timmy boy. Everyone wants a piece of me. I'm sure you'll be a heartbreaker just like me when you grow up.

Janet: Hun, shut up.

Baby Tim at a gala: OH MY GOD MOMMY ITS DICK!

Janet: Timothy! Where on earth did you get such crude language? No, stop it, no running-

Baby Tim: FLIPPY DICKIE!

Freshly adopted Dick Grayson after being bowled over by a toddler: Alfred did NOT go over this in his etiquette lessons.

I so want more identity shenanigans fics about Jon crushing on (civilian) Damian, who crushes on (and a secret fan of) Superboy. It’s one of my favorite tropes.

Jon would be like ‘Darn. It. Why is my best friend so cute lately?’

While Damian would open his phone, get on private browsing (with all sorts of anti-spy stuff already installed), and read a Superboy x Reader fanfiction.

talk about siblings

Opinion: Tim Drake should get a gun (again.)

My reasoning: Uh, I think it'd be funny. And DC writers already write whatever THEY think would be funny, so...

Yeah. Give the unhinged one a gun, chop chop!

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some damian art for y’all

Damian is an artist.

Damian being an artist is so dear to me in many ways, he can use this creative outlet to show how he views things, people, himself in such a deeply vulnerable way without having to say it.

Give me a Damian who paints his family portraits for their birthdays or just for himself, give me Wayne brothers each painted in Damian's style but distinctly different from each other. Different elements are highlighted for each person.

Give me Dick painted in chunky, light strokes reminiscent to van Gogh.

Give me Bruce painted in colors just off from being black and white.

Give me Jason so desaturated or monotoned that when Damian uses color for his eyes they almost glow green against everything.

Give me Cass unshaded and abstract.

Give me Duke painted in the brightest of bright colors against the darkest of shadows, bonus points if glow-in-the-dark paints were used.

But Tim? Tim has always been terribly difficult to draw, Damian just can't get his face right.

He won't let Tim best him in this way, it's unacceptable, but Damian will not let anyone see his artwork not at it's best. He does everything he can just not to draw Tim's face—his favorite is to spiral Tim's face, maybe he'll leave an eye or paint whatever flower he thinks best represents his brother that day right in the middle.

And Tim just loves it.

The first time Damian painted Tim and gave him the piece, he was uncertain of how it'd be received though he'd deny this with every breath in his lungs. He was prepared for Tim to hate it, to get angry that he distorted his face in such a way—and he could see the same thoughts on the faces of everyone who saw Damian present it to Tim. Why wouldn't he hate it? It'd be disrespectful to anyone, especially if the artist and the muse had such a disastrous relationship. He couldn't be blamed, but Damian was prepared to blame him regardless.

Tim was silent for what felt like hours when he laid eyes on the portrait Damian had painted of him. He hadn't expected any portrait Damian painted of him, if he ever painted one of Tim at all, to make him feel so... seen? Understood? Viewed in a way Tim could have never described?

If Tim cried? That's none of your business.

The Batkids doing that "Suspect" tiktok trend where they take turns filming each other running and say increasingly personal and deranged shit to make each other laugh.

Spoiler, recording Red Robin: *in a confused voice* Suspect listens to Green Day and Enya, like my guy pick a struggle

Nightwing, recording Red Hood: Suspect died once and made it his entire personality

Red Hood, recording Robin: Suspect has a superiority complex that is way too big for someone his size

Robin, recording Nightwing: Suspect has been engaged at least twice and married never

Red Robin, recording Spoiler: Suspect thinks assaulting people with bricks is a legitimate flirting strategy (Spoiler: It worked on you!)

Signal, who came out at night solely for this, recording Red Robin: Suspect can't come up with an original name and keeps stealing everyone else's

Red Hood, recording Nightwing: Suspect is actually a huge asshole but hides it behind that cheerful demeanor so everyone thinks I'm lying about it

Robin, recording Red Hood: I'm going to let the Suspect keep running because he needs the exercise

Signal, recording Red Hood: Suspect acts tough but has read every Jane Austen novel at least six times

Damian as the primordial being of life and creation and Jon as the primordial being of space and time. They're soulmates and meet in each lifetime even as they lose themselves, hit me up

He's thinking Miku, Miku, ooh-ee-ooh

I've realized I always draw him in the same pose when he's wearing a hoodie. Damn.

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Oh well, he looks cute anyway

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