dead robins make for good coloring practice

Can you imagine this goober confessing his love to someone? I can’t stop laughing. Damian, you’re such a baby.

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DICK AND DAMIAN GET IN FROM PATROL EARLY ONE NIGHT AND HEAR BRUCE AND JASON SHOUTING AT EACH OTHER AND LIKE SCREAMING THINGS AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS AND DICK GETS REALLY NERVOUS AND SENDS DAMIAN UPSTAIRS BEFORE HE GOES IN THERE but it turns out they’re just playing mario kart

Bat boys Trick-or-treating!

So like I was thinking about Jason again and he’s really not the ‘angry’ robin. He doesn’t even tend to get angry, even during Under The Red Hood.

Jason’s thing is to bottle things up, let them coil, and then release them under his terms. This was why his behavior in his later-Robin days was so odd—Jason was seething with unfocused anger but instead put it aside and let it fester—making his attitude and movements so much more aggressive and mocking.

This attitude goes on in the Red Hood. Jason doesn’t often get made during the comic, so much as he mocks Bruce constant and plays the Joker game of always talking

That is kind of Jason’s thing. He’ll blow up—and that explosion will be huge—but Jason does so when he’s felt some make him get angry. His attitude is that of ‘Go on, make me angry’ and he’ll fucking prop and poke you until YOU are the first to snap and give him a reason to come back.

Him being the Robin that ‘blows up first’ or ‘attacks on instinct’ isn’t even slightly true. That Dick and Tim in the nutshell. They both get angry—though Tim’s in the less aggressive because he tends to be rational during and after his out bursts while Dick will just plain destroy you.

And Stephanie is just always pissed off. Her natural state is pissed off. 

And Damian is ten years old, so his temper is unsurprising easily sparked but during Batman and Robin he learned to contain it

so out of all the Robin’s, Jason’s the big talker, but he would always be the last to actually show anger. 

Batfamily   - Dan Mora

nightmare robin

Boy I think you know who runs this house

I know this has nothing to do with the song but when I saw this I just couldn’t resist

saw the uniform in this post and wanted to draw older damian in it.

Robin Damian Wayne by MELLORIA358

THE LAST ONE OF THE BATCH

this is also my 69th commission… lol 

it was requested for the robins to be dressed like final fantasy-esque classes!

i actually had a lot of fun drawing this, shamefully 

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“Jason, what are you wearing?” The hard, familiar voice came from behind him, and Jason spun, guns coming up to confront Nightwing. A Nightwing who was standing before him in a suit he’d never seen before, hands set on his hips and glaring at him. Posture tense, but far more relaxed than he’d seen the other man in his presence since he’d been doing his best impression of a disco dancer. “There is nostalgia, and then there is cruelty, and this falls pretty far into the latter.”   “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto…” Jason whispered to himself.

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“Master Richard!” Dick’s ears went flat against his head, and he very carefully looked over at the angry butler. He dipped his head in sheepish contrition, but his tail continued to flick restlessly, and his eyes kept darting back to the bat flapping, terrified, in the little nook. He wan’t going to hurt it! He just wanted to play with it for a bit. Alfred was looking mad though. He should just let the thing be - Movement! Alfred’s aggrieved sigh would normally be enough to make Dick stop whatever it was he was doing, but not right now.

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“Hey, baby-bird.” The sound of Jason’s voice, tired and a little worried, and yet somehow more happy and content than Tim had heard it since he was just a tiny thing shivering in a too-large jacket, clinging to a rooftop and watching the flare of red-yellow-green go tumbling by, shouting his joy and exuberance to the rooftops. “Sorry to duck out on you, but can you handle the Romano thing yourself? I know I promised to back you up, but I…I’m gonna be staying in the ‘Haven with Dickie-bird for a while. We’ve got some things to work out.” Jason’s voice dropped to a slightly huskier tone, and Tim heard a tinny echo of a bright laugh he hadn’t heard from Dick since, well, since Donna had died, truth be told. Jason voice took on a lighter, teasing tone, then. “Try not to pine away too much, baby-bird. I’ll be back to bothering you soon enough, might drag Dickie along too, have some proper…brotherly bonding.” The lascivious wink was almost audible in that last, and Tim almost gathered the energy to roll his eye’s at Jason’s ridiculousness through the ice creeping through his veins. “Don’t work too hard, Princess, and don’t let me come back to find you haven’t been eating. I’ll drag Dickie home as soon as we get settled.” The click showed that Jason had inherited Bruce’s inability to properly disconnect a call. Well, Tim had thought, carefully peeling himself back out of the half-donned uniform, moving slowly, and feeling like every movement might cause him to shatter, at least they didn’t kill each other. Though the French might disagree.

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Timothy stared at the man. He wanted him to speak. …Out loud? Timothy was not sure he could. Did not remember the last time he had been forced to do so. He opened his mouth, unsurprised when not even a squeak emerged. He closed his mouth again and stared in apprehensive silence as the frown on the Weyrleader’s face got deeper and more foreboding. Tim hunched into the protective warmth at his side when Learneth stared rumbling in her chest and in her thoughts about the man, Weyrleader or no, scaring her hatching. Timothy looked at - Sandreth, came the warm whisper in his head, flooding that empty place with warmth again, the one he hadn’t known existed even with the presence of all the dragons in his head, I am Sandreth and you are mine - she didn’t look scared, he relayed to the larger queen. He almost keeled over from the lightest nudge the big queen gave back, and reeled from the admonishment that she had meant him, silly hatching. If he had been looking anywhere but the floor - face flooding red at all that implied - he might have seen Weyrleader Bruce have a similar reaction when Sandreth turned her head to him and informed the man that her name was Sandreth, this little thin-skinned thing which belonged to her was named T’im, and she was hungry, they were both hungry, so please either bring them food, or get out of their way.

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Dick lost himself momentarily in the delicious heat of another’s body, and the frankly distracting skill with which he was being kissed. It had been so long since he’d been kissed with this much passion. Dick was an inherently physical person. He thrived on contact. It had been a very difficult aspect of growing up with Bruce. Luckily he’d found the Titans, and they’d been more than willing to help slake his skin-hunger. Kory had been especially eager to help with that. But then their relationship had gone through the ringer and hadn’t come out intact. He and Barbara had never been destined to succeed. They’d tried, and tried, but they were too different, and too similar. A string of failed, casual relationships throughout his time in Bludhaven had ended with Catalina Flores. The less said about that, the better. (He didn’t think about the nights he still woke in a cold sweat, bolt upright in bed, the “No!” and “Stop!” he hadn’t been able to voice then ringing around his room.) He’d sworn off sex and closeness entirely as not worth the risk, but it had been taking it’s toll. He wasn’t built to be alone.

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Rather than the stony silence or outright reprimand the assembled were expecting for such blatant disrespect, a face-splitting grin broke out across the Other-Batman’s face, traumatising everyone in the room. Batman was not supposed to smile. “You’re so adorable!” The strange younger Batman almost squealed as he swung the other-Robin up into his arms, ignoring his struggles. “It’s okay to be worried, little D, but I’ll be fine.” “Unhand me Gr- you fool! Are you high? You are making a spectacle of yourself!” the Other-Robin was flailing uselessly against the Other-Batman’s octopus arms and…snuggling?! Wally traded wide-eyed looks with the rest of the team, and could see most of the present Justice League members gaping as well. “Yup!” The Other-Batman chirped, cuddling the little ball of hellish fury to his chest like an oversized kitten and nuzzling into his neck. “B broke out the good drugs for me. I must have been worse off than I thought. It’ll wear off soon enough.” He waved a hand vaguely. “My tolerance for this mix is pretty high. B’ll have to change it in a couple of years anyway. J’s allergic to parts of it. That wasn’t fun to find out. Dealing with a gunshot wound and anaphylactic shock at the same time is not fun.”

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Jason wanted a cigarette. More than almost anything else right now, Jason wanted a cigarette. That and to beat Dick until he cried. But mostly a cigarette. Though really, if they were going with stereotypes right now, Dick should be the one wanting a cigarette. Or maybe be handing out cigars.

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“Do you want me to kill him, little brother?” The voice was quiet, but it cut through the fraught situation loud and clear. Bruce and Jason both flinched, eyes darting towards where Nightwing was slipping in the window, bandages a bright target around his leg, one crutch serving as a makeshift cane. The Joker’s mad laughter just started up again. “Oh, and the gang’s all here! This really is a party, ohhh, I love a good party. Hello Boy Blunder the first! How’s it han-ugh!” Dick struck him sharply in the ribs with his crutch the second he got close enough, ignoring both Bruce’s grunt of protest and the gun Jason had trained on him the moment he’d spoken. He wobbled just a bit as he was forced to put his weight on his weak leg, but resumed his limp towards his miraculously returned brother. Jason had taken a few steps back in order to keep them both in his sights, but held his ground as Dick advanced past the Joker. “Oh Little Wing,” Dick’s voice was…longing? Full of sadness and joy and, and more things than Jason could name. He let the crutch fall and reached slowly past the gun, watching Jason tense more and more the closer he got to making contact, carefully telegraphing every move he made. When he was finally inside Jason’s guard, the man stiff as a pole, he wrapped both arms around him and yanked him to his chest, dipping his head to tuck his face against his little brother’s neck. “Oh, baby brother, I’ve missed you so much!” He whispered. Jason choked, the arm not holding the gun coming reflexively around Dick’s waist in an almost violent convulsion.

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The teddy bear is sitting on Damian’s pillow. Dick will freely admit that was a sight he never expected to see. “Colin informed me that it is customary to keep such creatures on the bed.” Damian’s voice came from behind him. “He would not explain why; merely stated that it was tradition, and that I would hurt his feelings, otherwise. I do not understand how fabric creatures can have either genders or feelings, but Colin was insistent.”

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Huge hands encompassed his hips, fingers splaying warm and solid against his lower abdomen, digging into the soft skin at the hollow of his hips, marking him. God, Jason was so *big*. The older, larger man spread himself out completely on top of Tim’s slight form. Jason resettled himself snug against Tim’s ass, and pressed a soft kiss into his left shoulder blade - sharp smirk obvious against his skin. “Easy, Babybird.” Jason crooned into his ear, hot breath making Tim pant and squirm. “We’re just getting started. No need to be so impatient.”  Jason lapped at the sweat forming at the back of Tim’s neck, pressing down on him with his weight until Tim was forced to stop squirming. Had to go still and tremble. Had to clutch the headboard and strain to support Jason’s weight. Had to submit to the knowledge that nothing was happening tonight until Jason allowed it. Jason must have sensed his surrender, because he eased off, allowing Tim to relax a bit. Tim’s head hung low, vision of what Jason was doing almost entirely blocked by the tattered remains of his skirt.

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