favorite comic book character: six anything → fighting style

[♔] - one for every occasion.

(sladerobinweek day 4 - shapshifters)

Yes I took this prompt as an excuse to draw some ol’ selfcest. Also can you imagine Bruce with Slade’s mannerism cause I can and it’s some good stuff my dudes

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Dick Grayson and Jason Todd solving a case together

Dick and Cass' adoptions being visual parallels is so beautiful actually. The focus on their expressions, as Bruce stumbles through a speech about how overdue the adoption is:

But how different the adoptions are too. How Bruce tells Cass she's free of David Cain, but says the opposite about Dick's parents; how Cass' adoption is framed as a choice, but Dick's as an inevitability. Because that's what both of them needed. Cass needed to make the choice, and Dick needed to know that the choice was always already made.

From Batgirl (2008) #6 and Gotham Knights #17

Some batfam members that I felt like drawing!! Some day I will do others....... but that day is not today 🐋✨ I tried to experiment a bit more with the colors and shapes! Had to improvise the bgs for the two who don't have a cape o(-(

teaching robin the essentials

full view ⬇️

I had an idea.

This could be either Dickjay or Jaytim, choose a favourite, hell put all three of them together.

The point is, Jason realises he has a crush on a batboy of your choosing and after the first freakout, he decides that fuck it, they're all adults they can do whatever they want. But, he needs to be sneaky about it, the bats are all repressed disasters with emotional intelligence of a brick.

So he sets up a plan, nice 100 step plan with all the proper contingencies to get his love interest at first comfortable with him and then eventually seduce him. And I'm talking extremely thorough detailed plans, this needs to be perfect, He needs to be perfect. Toss in some self-esteem issues for flavor.

At the same time said love interest also has a realisation and comes to the exact same conclusion, Bruce fucked all of them up in the emotions department, so he needs a good detailed plan if he wants to stand a chance.

So now you have two, or three if you decide to go that route, genius dumbasses dancing around each other. The misunderstandings, the pining, the colliding plans. Even better if they recruit friends for strategy meetings and to help with execution.

Do you see my vision?

What if I wrote a fic where an older and more jaded Tim slowly loses himself as he tries to break the back of corporatised America from the inside, while vigilantes--ignorant to his greater plot--assume his grey morality has finally got the better of him and he's now a liability. And what if only a select few people, like Dick, know but they also begin to have doubts as Tim, in order to ensure success, has to convince even himself that he is a callous, money-loving and compassionless monster. And what if all this comes to a head and engenders deep emotional turmoil, mistrust and physical jeopardy from many corners.

Dick sat across Bruce's desk from Tim and stared. The days had long since passed when Tim would have balked under that particularly pointed expression, but he'd be lying to say he wasn't at least a little rattled. Dick had crested forty and age mattered less now, but he'd always be the eldest and the first, and that came with an authority in their small ranks all of its own. Besides, Dick's resolve, always ironclad, had only grown since Bruce's retirement. His resolve for justice, for fairness, for process, for transparency among their depleted community, and above all, for protecting his people. Tim ran his tongue over his teeth and waited.

'No,' Dick said at last.

Tim snorted. 'It's not a request, Dick.'

Blue eyes narrowed. 'We made a promise a long time ago, Tim–one that's very important to me–, that there'd be no more unilateral plays.' He lowered his voice. 'Especially between us.'

Nodding slowly, Tim played with the soft leather arm of his chair and conceded the point without meeting Dick's expectant gaze. He sighed. 'Then it is a request,' he said, lifting his eyes. 'If I keep going this way, I will go insane, Dick. Do you know how many forced labor workers we freed in the last year?'

Dick shook his head.

'Hundred forty three. Do you know how many of them have been imprisoned or deported? No? Hundred twenty nine. Two died. One disappeared. The ones in prison are now sewing garments for Huxley and Marr. The same Huxley and Marr we have dinner with once a quarter to keep WE in "good" company.' Tim let that percolate for a moment before he leaned forward in his seat and continued: 'You know how many forced labor units operate under Huxley and Marr right here in this city? Seven. Fifteen hundred workers, Dick. And the suits bringing them in and letting them down keep getting sanction after sanction, and maybe–maybe–a nominal fine here and there.'

Dick made a face. He knew. Of course he did. He was the last person Tim had to explain all this to, and yet, to buy his way into the solution he was trying to sell, he had to massage some amount of guilt. Which was fine; he was well-practiced. He pushed his hair back from his face and began. 'I can't keep protecting people with the mask on when we keep feeding them to the mill when our masks are off. I can't.'

The bones of the house creaked around them. Somewhere upstairs a door opened and closed. Damian maybe. Or Bruce alert to the growing plot here at his own desk. He was retired, yes, but not out. 'What do you propose?' Dick asked, then smirked: 'Assuming you already asked for this meeting with an entire strategy already at hand.'

Tim barked a single laugh. 'Okay, so... Remember my time with the League?'

Would Tim, in order to cosy up to certain corporate and moneyed corrupt shits, go after the vigilante community in a show of centralised, authoritarian strength? Would Tim even start to believe a bit–jaded as he is–that the vigilante community needs to be fixed or regulated? Would Dick begin to wonder if Tim is starting to lose himself in his own theatre of deceit? Would vigilantes unaware of the ploy begin to whisper among themselves about the need to neutralise this dangerous threat?

Delicious to think of the consequences.

Watch out, you can fall

Wayne, Grayson, and Kent

A Timeline of Dick Grayson's Unrelenting Trauma Era (circa 2004-2006 in comics)

So as I was coincidentally reading the Outsiders (2003) and Teen Titans (2003) runs, I became gradually aware that some of the events were overlapping timeline with the Batfamily "War Games" arc. As I had previously become aware that "War Games" overlapped both the Blockbuster + Tarantula arc (Nightwing) AND Under the Red Hood, I became shocking aware of how many new traumas were rapidly piling onto Dick Grayson in very quick succession across multiple ongoing series.

So I did a lot of reading of both specific comics that I had read--and summaries of a few that I hadn't-- to do my best to make a definitive timeline of this absurdly stressful period in Dick Grayson's life. (Most of which seems to have occurred with around 6 months or less).

(I am no expert so feel free to add/clarify anything that I may have overlooked or misinterpreted).

ok but if dick had popped up and started killing people while dressed as red hood jason would’ve creamed his pants

give him a hood

…All I asked from you is just to stay where you are [x]

Back to this :p hehe