Im Out Of Ideas

As a artist

Ik Damian be crashing tf out

Damian:*muffled screaming from upstairs*

Duke: what the fuck was that..

Steph: oh thats just Damian in his art studio

Duke: isn't art supposed to be relaxing??..

Steph: 🤷🏼‍♀️

Damian: *yelling* I FUCKING HATE COLOR THEORY *window smashes*

bill explaining the plan to Henchmaniacs

Idk if I should post this on ig cuz looks kinda messy, but theyre my old fav cuties

Update: I did lol

I actually need some fanfic, where Bruce and Jason are in the middle of some argument, and a casual (and a well-practiced with Dick before) sentence leaves his mouth, something along the lines "How old do you think you are?!", meaning that he is acting childishly. And because Jason is irritated, and his tongue runs loose in his anger, he screams back that he is nineteen, and Bruce just freezes, because... Oh. Jason is nineteen. He is a fucking kid - his kid - that lost years of his teenhood, and was forced back without anyone giving him a space to catch up, with everyone else already treating him like an adult... When he isn't.

I love how they simply can’t fathom their father doing that. “What the HELL did you just say?!” The shocked face Duke has. Jason and Dick looking disgusted. Love this page

Comic: Batman #33 (2016-current)

The Batfamily visit Haly's circus for Dick's birthday. When the show ends the ringmaster immediately walks over to them and brings Dick into a hug. He explains he noticed them during the performance and invites them backstage.

The family gets along really well with the circus performers, a pleasant surprise due to the difference in wealth. The ringmaster is making conversation with Bruce when he says "-And thank you for looking after our little Robin all these years."

Everyone in the family except Bruce and Dick freeze. Dick doesn't realize what happened at first, too used to the Ringmaster calling him that. Bruce tries to save the situation and throws on a smile. "Don't worry he's in good hands"

The Batkids relax and Dick finally catches on and dreads the questions that are sure to come. Damian doesn't even wait until they leave to confront Dick.

"if it was meant to commemorate your family, why did you give it to me?"

"Look, Dames, my mother used to call me Robin, it's where the name came from"

"it was your mother's name for you?"

Dick nods, a tad confused at how seriously Damian is taking this.

Oh "you are my family, Dami and I believe you'd make my parents proud"

Damian tries and fails to find a response, so he walks away. His heart feels a lot lighter now.

OMG YOU ARE SO REAL.

I WANT TO KNOW HIS SECRETS SO BAD??????

HEYYYYYY JESS!! WHAT’S UR FAVORITE HUGH DANCY PICTURE??!?!

HEYYYYY

And great question I HAVE THREE

This man is so pretty 😭

Happy month! There’s an oc in his gay panic moment where he realized he’s in love with his best friend

Some of Bruce's observations about Dick in The Batman Files:

[Dick's not smiling when I find him perched on the rooftop of the west wing of the manor. He's so used to heights. Looks almost as natural as a bird up there on the steeple. He's looking at Gotham's twinkling skyline like he has somewhere to be. But we both know he doesn't. Not anymore.]

[Then the gunshots start. Joker and Two-Face spot Dick's yellow cape in the shadows. It's a problem we've discussed several times. But the flashy red, yellow, and green were his father's colors. So now they belong to this new Robin. Dick's flipping and somersaulting, springing around the shadows. It's impressive. He's much better at acrobatics than I'll ever be. But he was born on the trapeze. He never even learned how to fear it.]

[My hand goes to the belt, but then I stop myself. The boy's already on it. He takes his staff and breaks it across the Joker's face. Not quite a controlled strike, but it does the job. Joker's unconscious on the cave floor, and the boy is beaming with pride. This is helping him. Being Robin is helping.]

[I turn to look down at the boy. This... it's not responsible, and it certainly can't be good parenting. But it's the only way I know. And it seems to be helping.

"Batman and Robin," I say.

Dick jumps into the air and lets out a shout that I worry will wake our soundly sleeping prisoners before we can deliver them to the GCPD. But despite myself, I still crack a smile. Because this isn't about them. This is about the boy.]

I fu king love him so bad help.

Something I haven’t seen discussed much (perhaps I’ve just missed where it’s being talked about) is that Edwin’s escape from hell must have been an iterative process, and what survival instinct and strength of hope it took to achieve it.

At least 3 different entities “owned” him while he was down there, the baby doll spider had him for decades but seems not to have had him the whole time - but it chased them right to the door of Hell when he and Charles escaped together the second time.

He must have been back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. He would have had to figure out the layers of hell and the path from scratch. He would have taken wrong turns, suffered the torments. From his notes, he seems to have ended up in Avarice at least once. I’m pretty certain he’s the one who created that hidden hole in the wall. I wonder how many years it took him to do that. I wonder if he only got the chance to start after the spider owned him because it doesn’t seem sapient in the same way the demons did.

He figured out the hard way why not to ring that bell. I wonder how many times he made it to the Lobby before he was caught, and how many times he only got as far as gluttony or lower down. I wonder if he made it halfway up the staircase before and was dragged back, which is why he made Charles stop to talk when he did.

Maybe he made it to the lobby the 56th, 57th, 58th and 61st attempt, but not the ones in between. Maybe he despaired when he failed at it twice in a row. I wonder, after the first years of being nothing but a frightened teenager in a terrifying place, how many chunks of years he lost in the middle to defeat and hopelessness before deciding to try yet again. No wonder Esther wants to eat his soul so bad, you don’t find strength like that every day