to be forgotten is to be forsaken.

Bruce: Jason, do you know where Tim is?

Jason: No, last I heard from him he was busy with his duck army.

Bruce: Right, thank-

Bruce: …

Bruce: Did you say.. ‘duck army’?

Jason: Yeah, Damian made some snide comment about him being “Thankfully, the sole survivor of the Drake lineage”, so he went and adopted some ducks.

Bruce: …

Jason: Bought a sanctuary for them and everything, even named one after each of us, except the demon brat, though.

Bruce: Oh.. that’s nice of him?..

Bonus:

Tim: Oh, there you are, Bruce, Jason, I have something to show you.

Tim, holds up two ducks, a reddish brown duck, that’s attempting to bite a calm, all black duck, in Tim’s other hand: Meet, Jason Cathrine Drake, and Bruce Thomas Drake.

Jason, looks at his duck alternate: He’s perfect.

(i’m really not sure whether i’ve seen this kind of batfam thing before or not)

i will forever believe that nicknames given by dick are a big deal to all his siblings, even bruce but he wouldn’t admit that.

dick could just ask jason something like, “little wing, could you stop by to grab damien’s artwork from school?” and of course jason was going to object, but the nickname little wing was something so precious he just couldn’t refuse. (dick knows this, he uses it when he needs to)

or

“baby bat, you need to stop referring to your classmates as ‘imbeciles’. it’s not nice.” and just like that, damien never utters the name to any of his classmates again purely because the name ‘baby bat’ makes him weirdly cooperative.

now, that’s not all. dick 100% realises the affect these nicknames have on each sibling. he’s a little shit about it and will often use them just to get his way and the batfam don’t even realise for years.

there would also be some kind of hierarchy, like say dick called tim, ‘timbo’, but dick didn’t call any of the others by their rightful nicknames, suddenly all hell is breaking loose trying to find out why dick was suddenly angry at the rest. again, dick knows. he enjoys messing with them.

although i will say that dick also thinks of nicknames quite highly. nicknames aren’t something he passes around freely, they are given when to people he cherishes. so when dick is really angry, annoyed or upset at one of his siblings, he uses the ultimate punishment. last names.

“todd, alfred told me to get you for dinner.” dick barely even cracked the door open enough to peek at jason’s stunned and now horrified face.

“woah woah woah, what did i do? i promise i’ve been using rubber bullets and only 2 buildings are blown up this week, zero deaths!” i called after dick, panicked.

“you stole my fluffy socks, the ones wally got me for my birthday.” dick grumbled out. “you have lost even the right to first name privileges.”

“i’m sorry okay?! ill never steal them again, ill even return them freshly washed.” jason almost sounded like he was trying to avoid a death sentence.

Writing isn’t easy—finding the right words, keeping the momentum, and sometimes just convincing yourself to start can be a challenge. And yet, fanfic writers do it anyway, pouring love into their stories, expanding worlds, and giving us all something to obsess over.

I’ve even tried writing myself, and let me tell you—it’s hard. I don’t know if I can keep it going, and now I completely understand why there are so many unfinished fics out there. It takes so much effort to see a story through to the end, and honestly? That makes me respect fic writers even more.