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I mean look at them:

Detective Comics #975

Batman #138

Nightwing (2016) #113

Batman: The Brave and the Bold (2023) #18&19

Batman #148

It's shaping up to be such an interesting dynamic. Just imagine:

- a simultaneous "I can't stand him" and "if anybody lays a finger on him I will burn down the world" going both ways equally

- both being the youngest siblings in a big family

- Tim embracing his role as the older brother both in a sense of a protector / caretaker / mentor as well as being the most annoying person in the world on purpose

- but when they need to they are so in sync they literally finish each other's sentences

- and of course, there's bonding over being their oldest brother's biggest fans

I want them to be chaotic gremlins that constantly bicker and try to one-up each other, but are also hypercompetent professionals who know when to get serious. A team nobody takes seriously, but at the same time one that somehow has a 100% success rate. (It's half because they both are actually great at teamwork when they want to be and half because they both refuse to be the one to fail, if only so the other won't get to gloat.)

They have so much potential to become a ridiculously powerful tag team. Unstoppable force of nature. Once they become a well-oiled machine nobody will be able to stop them.

Bonus:

Bludhaven upside down 🌅

Baby Damian: 😳

Jason, trying not to laugh: down came the rain and washed the spider out.

Baby Damian: 🥺

Jason, alarmed: up came the sun and dried up all the rain.

Baby Damian: 😳

Jason: and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.

“Hey,” Dick says.

“Hey.” Jason calls back, stretching his leg out to bump Dick’s arm.

It’s just them. While they’ve been together all day, Jason feels it most in this moment – caught beneath the weight of Dick’s full attention; like there’s something electric just beneath his skin that sparks alive when Dick grabs hold of Jason’s ankle and pulls him closer. His toes curl at the press of Dick’s thumb over his ankle bone, the loose hold he keeps on Jason’s foot.

“Sure you won’t come in?” Dick asks, uncaring for the people that look after them; unapologetic in choosing Jason instead of anyone else.

“You trying to get my top off again?” Jason jokes, leaning forward on his knees.

Dick snickers and drops his head to rest on his arm, “Can’t blame a guy for trying, Hot Toddy.”