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(nightwing '96 #57)

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ckalaveram

Redrawwwwwwwwwweweewweweew, bc them!

sun-moon-talia

anyways here’s some panels of talia with her baby boy!!

monkeytoster

Shocked this didn't happen sooner. DPxDC

Meanwhile, At the Hall of Justice! Booster Gold sat at the reception desk of the Hall of Justice. He managed to annoy some of the higher level heroes in the field and was demoted to desk duty. But that embarrassing story is irrelevant, because Booster was currently staring slack jawed down at the stack of legal documents he was just handed. "Wait, wait, wait! You're SUING, the justice league!?" Booster demanded. The hero was looking back and forth between the stack of papers he was just served and the skinny younger man that just handed them over.

Danny adjusted his tie, glaring at the golden hero with a dead, emotionless expression. "More specifically? I am suing Batman as a member of your organization. As your Watchtower is in orbit, I was unable to serve papers there outside of the domain of American law. However, your organization of unlawful, colour-coded, thugs has this headquarters in Washington. So I am delivering these papers on behalf of my family, that I am representing in this case." Booster Gold was flabbergasted, baffled, positively slobberknockered. Booster flipped through the legal documentation without a clue as to what any of it meant. "I-! But-!" Booster paused his stuttering and took a deep breath. "Whyyyyyyy though!?" Booster almost cried, drawing out the first word. Booster gold was prepared for almost any kind of attack. He could deal with bombs, gas attacks, giant robot dolphins, even a drunk supervillain throwing haymakers. But a LAWYER? What the fuck!? Danny sneered at the confused man sitting before him. "I am suing Batman and at least three of his identified children for various crimes, that apparently law enforcement refuse to hold you all accountable for." Danny declared, reaching over to the stack of legal documentation in front of Booster Gold and flipping through it to point towards each grievance in writing as he spoke. "Illegal surveillance, hacking, stalking, breaking and entering, destruction of private property, theft of intellectual and physical private property, destruction of private property, trespassing, assault and battery, assault with a deadly weapon, and attempted kidnapping. All without any ACTUAL, law enforcement authority present and no warrant to excuse their actions." Danny's stone cold demeanor cracking with every charge he laid on the desk. By the end of his list he was angrily spitting out his words. "As Batman and his 'Bat family' operate under the banner and employment of the justice league, I am holding your entire organization liable and am suing you to the tune of a hundred million dollars. I'll see you in court." Danny practically hissed out his last words before turning and storming out of the front doors of the hall of justice, the last thing he heard was Booster Gold activating his communicator and telling someone; "Hey guys? I think Batman fucked up." Danny Fenton, 23 years old and only just starting his career in law was beyond furious. Everything had been going so good for so long.

Dani? Traveling the world and spending Vlad's money. Everything had been going SO GOOD that Danny needed a new outlet for his obsession with protecting people. Danny's solution? Become a defense attorney. A shockingly easy task once his core latched onto law as a way to protect. And now after all of his hard work? Studying, learning, passing the bar? His first case isn't going to be protecting someone as a defense counsel. He's suing the HELL, out of Batman. Apparently Jazz was too good at Arkham. Her work with those lunatics and some offhand comments about home had her investigated by the Bat family. Digging into Jazz's history brought them to Amity and to Fentonworks. Those costumed thugs instantly labeled his parents evil mad scientists. They hacked into Fentonworks and found his parents old blueprints for anti-ghost weaponry and worse, the ghost portal. That alone would have been enough grounds for this lawsuit. But the guano goons decided to do worse. They deleted and stole schematics for the ghost portal and weapons. Then those idiots broke into Fentonworks. Thankfully Technus had upgraded the security systems... and made them less homicidal. The bat family couldn't destroy the video evidence from the security cameras. Every time Danny watched those videos his fury grew. Batman, Batgirl, and Robin breaking into the lab. Smashing, stealing, sabotaging whatever they deemed 'dangerous'. Thank god his parents noticed before they could do anything to the ghost portal. The Bats clearly were NOT, prepared for Jack Fenton to kool-ade manning his way through a steel reinforced wall. His parents instantly went on the offensive, always prepared to start blasting and beating down any threat. Danny has to be careful that he doesn't crush whatever he's holding when he watches the mother get slashed with a GOD-DAMN KATANA, and then knocked unconscious by Batgirl. If it wasn't for his Dad taking a batarang to his shoulder and hurling most of a steel table at Batgirl and Robin, they were planning on kidnapping his mother. They already had her wrists bound behind her on the ground. Danny's never been happier about his fathers ridiculous strength than in that moment. Because that was clearly the reason that Batman and his kids retreated, unprepared for Jack's willingness to destroy his own home if it meant keeping his family safe. Danny TRIED, to get them arrested. But he couldn't even get warrants for their arrest put out. So suing them in civil court was the next best idea that Danny could do. Once that caped cock-head was in front of him across the court room, he could get SOME kind of justice. On the Watchtower, Batman felt a migraine coming on.

noisytoadhoundzipper-blog

Part 2

On the Watchtower, Batman sat in the monitor room, staring at the alert on his screen. Booster Gold’s voice echoed over the comms, panicked and too loud as usual.

“Uh, Batman? We’ve got a situation. You’ve been served.”

The silence that followed was deep enough to make even the void of space jealous.

Batman pinched the bridge of his nose. “Booster. Clarify.”

“Some guy — Danny Fenton, young, lawyer, very angry, and uh... apparently he knows his legal stuff — just dropped off a mountain of papers. Said he’s suing the Justice League. Specifically you. And uh… your ‘children’? His words, not mine.”

The clattering sound of someone dropping their coffee came from behind him. Flash, naturally.

“Wait wait wait—someone’s suing Batman?” Barry laughed nervously. “Can they even do that? He’s… you know… technically not real.”

“They can,” Diana cut in, arms crossed, eyes narrowing in thought. “If he’s suing the alias that operates as part of the League, he’s targeting the entity Batman represents under the League’s operational charter. Not the man.”

Clark sighed. “Which means this isn’t a personal lawsuit. It’s institutional.”

“Correct,” Diana said. “And if the court allows it… the Justice League could be held liable as his employer.”

Batman’s silence was deafening.

“Booster,” he said finally, his voice low. “Send me the documents.”

Back on Earth, Danny sat in his apartment, shoulders tight and jaw clenched. The apartment was quiet except for the hum of his computer and the ticking of an old clock on the wall. His tie was off, sleeves rolled up, and he was halfway through marking up his own copy of the court filing with glowing green sticky notes.

Technus’ avatar flickered to life on his screen, popping up with far too much cheer for the situation.

“Daniel! I must say, your legal vengeance protocols are truly—” “Technus,” Danny muttered warningly, rubbing at his temple. “Not. Helping.”

“—INSPIRING!” the ghost finished anyway, electricity crackling across the image. “You are doing the work of the ages! The meat-based judicial system will never recover from your wrath!”

Danny’s expression didn’t change, but his eye twitched. “You know what’s funny? That’s not helping either.”

He glanced back down at the footage still paused on his other monitor — Batman’s cape fluttering in the smoke of his parents’ ruined lab. His mother bleeding. His father holding a piece of broken metal like it was a lifeline.

Danny’s hands tightened into fists. “This isn’t revenge,” he said quietly, mostly to himself. “It’s accountability.”

His reflection in the monitor looked back at him, eyes faintly glowing green in the dark. “…Is this what Dan felt?” he muttered, voice low. “That bone-deep rage that makes you want to burn everything that hurt you down to the foundation?”

He let out a bitter laugh and leaned back in his chair. “Guess I’m lucky. I don’t need fire.” He tapped the stack of legal documents beside him. “I’ve got paperwork.”

On the Watchtower, Bruce’s headache had evolved into something cosmic.

Clark was reading through the first few pages of the lawsuit and let out a low whistle. “He’s good. He’s really good. Batman, he’s got timestamps, footage, chain of custody evidence… and half of this is so well written I think he’s quoting League bylaws against you.”

“That’s impossible,” Batman growled.

“It’s hilarious,” Barry said from the corner.

“Shut up, Flash.”

“Just saying, man. He even mentioned that time you pulled evidence from the GCPD database without a warrant. You can’t do that!”

“I can when it saves lives.”

“And apparently,” Clark said with a sigh, “he’s arguing that your definition of saving lives doesn’t exempt you from destroying private property and assaulting civilians.”

Diana’s lips curved into something that might’ve been a smile. “You may want to consider settling out of court, Batman.”

Bruce glared at her. “Not happening.”

“Suit yourself,” she replied, almost amused. “But from what I’m reading, this Mr. Fenton won’t back down. And something tells me… you won’t intimidate him.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened. “We’ll see about that.”

Danny smiled humorlessly when he got the League’s acknowledgment email:

The Justice League has received your formal complaint. We will see you in court.

He closed the email, exhaled slowly, and muttered,

“Good. Let’s dance, Bats.”

And for the briefest second, the air around him chilled — like even his ghost half was smirking.

I just used ChatGPT to make it look more understandable

breadbduck

another fem!tim idea is that with the social transition, tim can finally wear dresses and look like her mother, which does slightly freak bruce out but Alfred? Alfred is unreasonably happy about this he loves all the kids but none of them have this kind of social etiquette down unless it's for a deep Infiltration Mission that they extensively trained for

this though? this is rich boygirl tim who grew up being trained on how to manipulate people in a party setting using every available resource: fashion, attitude, ettiquette, language. Alfred is unreasonably happy because thats his little home-grown natural-spy child, and who he can finally make wear a dress without it being a sore topic or outright denial and at a public gala no less

he will be changing the gala seasonal fashion to his whims using tims wonderful cooperation (once she finally accepts his help)

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lavena

I absolutely adore the fics that have that slow motion jump to pull someone out of the way and then they wrap their body around the other as they go sliding, taking the impact against their back and sheltering the other.

Usually this happens with Dick, some times even Jason or Tim. And everyone once in awhile I see reverse robins Damian do it.

But what if it was regular Damian.

Small and young, but criminally competent and insanely intuned with the world.

Just Damian seeing that something is going to happen to one of his big brothers, and he knows he is small, so aiming for center mass like most people do to push them out of the way won't work.

So he aims higher, for their shoulders and head, wrapping himself carefully around their neck, feet hooked under their arms supporting them as they're torn away from the threat, and Damian twists just so, and his back takes the full impact. Maybes its through a window and glass tears at him, or maybe its just a road and the gravel shears through his cap and back plate

It's fast and brutal and desperate and most of all its terrifying

robs-your-robins

Bruce checks in on the kids when they're sleeping, it's an undeniable fact and I won't be persuaded otherwise because he needs to know they're here, they're safe. They know he does it, they don't mind even when they're mad at him.

It started with Dick, after one night on patrol when the little guy got hit in the head and Bruce, even though Alfred said scans were clear, was afraid of a concussion. He checked in on Dick for a couple of times after that night and then it became a nightly thing up until the day he opened Dick's bedroom door and found him gone, all his stuff gone.

Then Jason, Bruce would look in and Jason would start awake at the sound of the door opening. That always took Bruce aback but he would just wish Jason a good night and if he was up, to put out the light and put down his book, get some sleep. Jason had almost stopped jolting awake at the sound of the door by the time...

Bruce checked in on Tim every night after his dad died and Tim was officially adopted. Mostly just after the nightmares hit, so that Bruce could be there for him. After those had grown less frequent, Bruce would still look in, half the time finding Tim still in parts of his costume or snoring on top of the sheets. More than once, Tim woke to find himself under a blanket, his shoes set on the floor.

Bruce checks in on Cass and she's never asleep. They will sometimes chat, sometimes Bruce will sneak her up snacks or a cup of tea. Cass doesn't sleep easily so sometimes Bruce will recommend a book to read or a movie to watch. He will insist that she sleep and if she can't, she knows can come wake him and they can work on cases until she falls asleep.

Bruce checks in on Duke, mainly to tell him that they're back and every one is safe, give him a run down of the day, and if he hasn't seen him, ask him about his day, tell him that he did a good job and Bruce is proud of all other Bat unrelated matters. Bruce lingers on nights that Duke has visited his parents though he will never ask but Duke knows he cares.

Damian insists that he doesn't need to be checked in on, he's capable of looking after himself and they have already debriefed on the night's patrol. But after a long while, Damian allows himself not to take himself so seriously and he let's his dad tuck him in.

And even now, when the kids have begun to move out. Bruce will still check in on them when they stay over, sometimes even when they aren't, just to be near them as much as he can before turning in. Alfred checks in on him most nights, like always.

papayafromtv

conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 24 (masterpost here)

*ping*

Jason: sup' sluts.

Damian: oh good, you're finally here.

Tim: yeah usually you're out doing shit like an hour earlier, what were you doing?

Jason: playing tech support for Ra's

Damian: oh god, what did he want now?

Jason: he was trying to figure out how to mute uncle Dusan's number

Dick: isn't Dusan... his son?

Jason: he doesn't like him very much.

Damian: *snickers* ok well now that you're here i can finally do... this!

Tim: *confused hum*

Damian: as you know, a game has been invented that you're all invested in with varying levels,

Tim: -oh my god it's a fucking league days thing.

Damian: now, Drake-

Tim: no, no, it's fine. i'm gonna fucking crush this but i need you to know i'm going to hate every second of it.

Jason: why did you have to wait for me to play, i'm literally the only member of the family who can't participate because i already know everything.

Damian: -well if you'd let me fucking EXPLAIN,

Tim: aight damn Robin-,

Damian: this league days entry is very special, in that Jason didn't write it. i did.

*a beat*

Tim: but why-

Dick: -you clearly just want to tell us something and are using the game to do it, so we-

Tim: -s obviously going to be true,

Damian: well maybe it is and maybe it isn't, you have to figure that out.

Jason, amused: alright, i'll bite, give me the line.

Damian: *clears throat* 'this morning, i had a very interesting catch-up with my mother, during which i learnt some very important information...'

Jason: that's so- *laugh* that's so vague Day, the fuck did she tell you?

Damian: well Akhi, as you know, my mother and i talk quite often, and equally as often you are the subject of conversation,

Jason: -because i'm cool and you want to be like me-

Damian: -because you piss me off and she and grandfather are the only other two that truly get it. anyway, this morning we happened upon the subject of your resurrection and coming to be at the league.

Jason, audibly confused: okaaay...?

Dick: like- like when he got put in the lazarus pit?

Damian: no no Grayson, before that. you see, when Jason first came back to life it was unaided by any kind of magical assistance. grandfather is still pissed off he doesn't know how he did it.

Jason: yeah i just kinda dug my way out, but i don't remember anything after that. why the fuck is this relevant?

Damian: well i was talking to mother about it, and as it turns out, you were wandering around Gotham in a comatose-state for twenty-eight minutes before a league member found you and took you back to the compound. after mother found out, she had the tech experts go back and scrub all footage of you during this time from the city security cameras. she did however, keep a copy on file. i am now in possession of this footage.

Jason: riiight...? so what- is this just you having footage of me wandering around like a dumb zombie and thinking it looks funny?

Damian, innocent: no no, there's another reason it's interesting. speaking of- Timothy Jackson Drake, you've been quiet for quite a few moments now; do you have anything to put in here...?

*a few beats of silence*

Tim: *slowly* i... am not completely sure... why i would be of interest to this conversation.

Damian: well that's not very good sportsmanship is it? Jason, shall i send you the footage?

Jason: what the fuck is going on?

Tim: ok, ok... ok.

Damian: i am sending it over to you all, if you would like to pull up your screens and take a took,

Tim: I SAID OK.

Jason: why am i watching this- it's just me walking ar-

*a beat of silence*

Dick, laughing slightly: wait. wait.

Jason: is that-

Tim: ok so i'm actually quite glad that this is coming up in conversation because it's been on my mind for a while-,

Damian: yeah so Drake fully came across Jason in his newly-resurrected state and upon watching him stumble down the street took a photo and then walked away.

Jason: WHAT

Dick: OH, MY, GOD. *cackle*

Jason: TIM?!

Dick: *still laughing*

Tim: ok, so-

Dick: *wheezing* HE JUST- HE JUST TAKES A BITE OF HIS HOTDOG AND WATCHES YOU DRUNKENLY WALK INTO A TELEPHONE POLE-

Tim, seriously: i have felt. so unbelievably bad about this for the past three years Jason, you have no idea.

Jason: what the fuck. you knew i was alive? YOU FUCKIN' KNEW BRUCE WAS BATMAN YOU COULD HAVE CALLED HIM!

Dick: *hysterical laughter*

Jason: DICK SHUT THE FUCK UP

Tim: I- I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS ACTUALLY YOU-

Jason: W- OH BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY OTHER OPTIONS?!

Tim: w- i mean maybe? i thought it could have been a cosplayer? or something?

Jason: A COSPLAYER. COSPLAYING BRUCE WAYNE'S DEAD SON.

Tim: THIS CITY'S FUCKED I DON'T KNOW-!

Dick: *weeping*

Jason: NO WHAT'S FUCKED IS YOU TOOK A PHOTO.

Tim: I- I LIKE PHOTOGRAPHY!? I DON'T KNOW- LOOK I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS ACTUALLY YOU AT FIRST, AND BY THE TIME I REALISED IT WAS YOU WERE ALREADY BACK AS RED HOOD AND I- I THOUGHT YOU'D BEAT ME UP IF YOU KNEW!

Jason: you.... little bitch.

Tim: Jason,

Jason: i fucking- i knew it,

Tim: come on-,

Jason: i fucking knew you'd been after the Robin gig from the beginning,

Tim: OH JASON COME ON-

Jason: ALL THAT BULLSHIT ABOUT IT NOT BEING YOUR CHOICE, ABOUT IT BEING FOR BATMAN, FOR THE GOOD OF GOTHAM,

Dick: *painful wheeze*

Jason: YOU FUCKING LITTLE. BITCH. i cannot believe i told Damian to go easy on you when he first showed up here. i mean you fucking- *slight wheeze* YOU TOOK A PHOTO-?

Tim: I'M SORRY.

Jason: YOU ARE A TRAITOR TO THIS FAMILY AND THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU IM SHOOTING YOU IN THE DICK WITH A RUBBER BULLET.

Tim: OH COME ON PLEASE-

*disconnecting ping*

Tim: ARE YOU FUCKING- DAMIAN WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!

Damian: *sounding pleased* maybe you shouldn't have eaten the last of the vegan bacon this morning.

Dick: *coughing, gasping for breath* oh my- oh my god i love you all so much, you make me so happy,

Tim: DICK HE'S GOING TO KILL ME-

Dick: so happy-

batsandbirdbrains

Bruce Wayne at the circus, seeing a shocked eight year old little boy kneel on the ground in a puddle of his parents’ blood, and rushing from the stands to wrap him in his coat and carry him away. Bruce Wayne tucking the boy’s face into his shoulder and whispering as calmly as he can, “Don’t look. You’re going to be okay, I promise you’re going to be okay, just don’t look.”

Detective Gordon, watching as he walks by, being transported to twenty years prior when he was a rookie cop first on the scene for the Wayne murders and finding a shocked eight year old little boy standing in a puddle of his parents’ blood. Remembering how he wrapped his jacket around him and carried him away in a hurry, tucking his face into his shoulder and whispering, “Don’t look. You’re going to be okay, I promise you’re going to be okay, just don’t look.”

Gordon watching as the supposed playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne does everything he can to comfort Dick Grayson, this little boy from the circus he’s never even met before, because he knows exactly the kind of pain he’s going through in this moment.

Gordon realizing that his moment of panic when trying to get little Bruce Wayne away from his parents’ dead bodies had more of an impact than he ever could have imagined.

inkpotsprite

An underrated element of Duke's character is that he can say so much in so few words. This panel shows how out of touch and tone deaf the people around Duke are. Kate, Damian, Dick, Tim, Bruce - even Cass. They don't get this panel the way working class POC people do. The way Duke does.

Duke knows firsthand how bad cops are. He likely grew up with the same horror stories a lot of us did, saw the posts and videos, and absorbed that generational trauma. So when he says, "You're telling me," those words have weight. They also show his restraint, the kind he unfortunately needs to have in this particular environment as a Black hero.

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“Commission open? Dm me” - commission scam

“I have something important to tell you but can’t message u pls message me ” - accidentally reported you scam

“I love your story and want to illustrate it dm me at discord” - commissioner scam

“I saw your post looking for artists to draw (x) and would love to draw it it sounds like a lovely idea and im an artist” - commissioner scammer who DM’d you when you didn’t ask

“Did you send me this link for free tumblr premium?” - accidentally reported you scam

“ your account is limited please kindly verify at (scam link)” - verification scam

tnkisu

when ur bf isnt a morning person

milksickle-art

happy end of pride month!!!!

aliteralchicken

don’t think we’ve scratched the surface of the potential of Bernard having a “Brucie Wayne” persona that’s literally just an adult version of his highschool self

katanahime

Okay but I also don't think we talk enough about how "I act stupid so people don't pay attention to who I actually am" is literally what he says he does

That's so fuckin Bruce Wayne coded

robs-your-robins

While it's always in my mind that Talia didn't have a lot of time to mother Damian, either through her own choice as part of the overall plan and unwillingness to become attached or Ra's insistence and interference, I just imagine a time before, when Damian was physically able to be trained, when he was a newborn, then a toddler. Whether Talia did carry him herself or watched his progress in the artificial womb, I think they probably insisted that Talia have some contact with Damian, feeding him or just being around him for development and against her instincts, she got attached. In my mind, she held him, she soothed him when he was fussy, made him giggle, talked to him about how much he was loved, wanted, told him about his father, she kissed his round cheeks, ran her fingers through his hair and thought how much like Bruce he looked, she sat with him when he slept. She dreaded every inch he grew, every milestone that passed. She held his hands when he was starting to walk knowing that in a matter of months, her baby would be forged not raised, that he is no longer her baby, the child of her beloved, he is the grandson of the Demon's Head, son of the Bat.

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