Robin Week!

Day Seven:

Free Pick

Prompts: Reverse Robins AU, Different First Meeting with Batman, Legacy, Original Robin Costume.

   “Amity… stop pacing.”

   Jason heaved a dramatic sigh, plopping down at Damian’s side. “It’s not like we’re staging a bust against the ONE mob in town that hates my guts or anything.”

   Fright gave his partner an appraising glance, noting his bouncing leg. The fourteen-year-old had been adamant about only seeking Fright out for training, for the tools to take down the people gunning for his blood--- and for other children’s. To his credit, he was exceptional at it. Learning… adapting. Turning his anger into a cooled blade, a precise weapon.

   Batman hadn’t been fooled by the bravado, and neither had Fright. They understood fear better than anyone else, and Jason Todd had been afraid.

   “I promised that I would protect you,” Fright said levelly, shifting to get a better angle through his binoculars at the open market below. He could see one of the parties already gathering in the abandoned darkness. “You do not have to do this.”

   “I know,” Amity said quickly, scooting closer. “I want to. I want to fight for those kids.”

   A smile tugged at Fright’s chilled face. “Good. These are only third-level enforcers plotting a takeover; we’re here to intercept their shipment route so that we can anticipate how they’re going to change it. They don’t know who you are, remember, and the ones who do---”

   “Think I skipped town two years ago; yeah, yeah.” Amity’s lenses narrowed, mimicking his facial expression, but the lower half of his bulletproof mask gave nothing else away. “We goin’ in?”

   “Go to that crooked chimney.” Fright pointed quietly. “Wait to deploy your flash on my signal.”

   Amity grinned brightly, slipping off into darkness. His suit was much heavier than Fright’s, built for distraction--- and for shielding. His preference to Fright’s quick offensive tactics. A “foil”, he called it. Stupid, Batman preferred. Fright was inclined to agree, but neither of them had been able to say no to a child who would otherwise throw himself into harm’s way, armor or not.

   The Amity suit lit up like a flashbang grenade when activated, and the wings of a jump suit were built in for quick escapes that wouldn’t rely on his as-yet-malnourished muscles to haul all of that armor by himself. He was prepared. He’d be fine.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Original Batfamily Member(s) (DCU) Additional Tags: Dick Grayson’s nephew, Robin Week, Robin Week 2026, legacy Series: Part 7 of Robin Week 2026 Summary:

Summary:

Bruce has been missing for several weeks. Everyone is on edge - Damian knows it, as he’s stepped up in Bruce’s absence. He decides to help relieve the stress of his past Robins. Dick learns how good it feels to be “taken care of” by their oldest brother - and Tim and Jason show him the ropes. Robin Week: Reversed Robins AU

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas, Isabella Ortiz & Riko Sheridan & Duke Thomas Characters: Duke Thomas, Isabella Ortiz, Riko Sheridan Additional Tags: Dick Grayson is Nightwing, We Are Robin-centric, We are Robin, Duke Thomas-centric, Robin Week, Robin Week 2026, Hope Series: Part 6 of Robin Week 2026 Summary:

Day Five:

Damian Wayne Day

Prompts: Time Travel, Different Mentor, Animal Transformation, Canon Divergence.

   He thought he was toddling for the mess hall. He was hungry, and lunch was too far away. He wanted food.

   Instead--- he was stumbling through COLORS.

   “Mother?” he called, fearful, and there she suddenly was--- hair down, cloak draped around her shoulders to protect her dress from the rain.

   Damian glanced around, blinking. Where was he? It was dark… and damp… and cold.

   “Remember,” Mother told him, and he suddenly couldn’t breathe. That was HIM, bigger and taller and angrier; an imposter at Mother’s side--- “Do not give in until you have secured your place.”

   Damian reached out, determined at once to remove this interloper, and he fell into color again. When his feet finally found solid ground, he was standing in a huge cave, and the clash of battle rang in his ears---

   “GIVE IN!!!” someone screamed, and his entire body seized with terror. He looked up… and up… and up. His own face snarled far above as his lookalike attacked another, a child--- “I ALONE AM WORTHY!!!”

   The other fell, tumbling head over heels toward the ground, and Damian lunged toward him with a cry of dismay---

   Color, color, too much color, and then he was sitting in a warmly lighted room, books all around, and his own self was nestled on the other couch, and someone was wrapping his splinted arm---

   “I do not require your assistance,” he spat, but the way he said it made Damian wish to be invisible. He looked away, trying to understand, trying to breathe. Was this a deadly warning? Don’t LOOK at me…

   The room spun, coming right side up on the top of a tall building in the middle of a city. Damian gawked at the brightly lighted sight--- He had never been so high up, he’d never even seen a city; he had only heard the stories--- and then he saw the name on the building adjacent. Wayne.

   Was this FATHER’S city?

Damian has been… surprised to say the least when Jason had took up being Batman.

It’d been 3 days after his death, the news was starting to see patterns and if his identity was revealed then leads would begin to form. Somebody needed to be Batman.

In order of legacy, how the heir system worked, Damian was sure dick would’ve become Batman, but his frame was smaller, and he wasn’t as tall, he smiled too much and his skin wasn’t as pale, they would’ve only been able to go a few weeks before someone noticed, but not permanently.

Jason hadn’t offered himself up for the cowl, Alfred did. Not intentionally by any means but he mentioned how similar they looked and it spiralled. Tim hadn’t wanted to keep Robin after that. He was sure Bruce was alive, somewhere, he didn’t want to just give up on him.

Damian wanted to believe him, he really really did, but he couldn’t.

Regardless of it all, Damian was pulling on the Robin suit. They’d made adjustments, but it was still Robin.

Training with Jason had been so different yet so similar to his grandfather and mother. He fought like them, he could move like them, but he spoke differently, he treated others differently, he treated Damian differently.

He was learning to like the different.

“What do you want?” Jason was stood in front of a food truck, fiddling with one of the belt pockets to get out his wallet.

“Huh?”

“Food,” he explained, “I don’t want you patrolling on an empty stomach.”

“You sound like Alfred.” It’d been about 4 months of Robin, it was becoming normal now, settling how Damien could imagine it was with Tim and Bruce, before.

“I’m getting you a halloumi shawarma.”

“Fine.” He tutted, feet landing on the floor besides him.

The largest part that had been different from what he thought Robin was, was the patrol. Talia had spoken like it was as harsh and demanding as league training, not… this. Getting food and talking and helping children and stopping drug trades, it wasn’t the excellence he expected. It was different. Better.

Damian liked this new better, his Batman played video games with him, helped him foster injured animals, held him when he hurt himself. He was different. Better.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Characters: Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Damian Wayne-centric, Damian Wayne is animal shifter, Robin Week, Robin Week 2026, Animal Transformation Series: Part 5 of Robin Week 2026 Summary:

Day Four:

Stephanie Brown Day

Prompts: Robin Training, Body Swap, Different Predecessor, Funeral.

   “Faster. Nope--- sloppy form. Watch for a damn opening. Good… good. Bad. HUP---”

   Stephanie yelped as his blink-an’-you-miss-it takedown swept her feet out from under her. With a hollow whumph, her spine hit the mat. She rolled over, coughing, and the entire warehouse spun. Shit.

   “I told you to watch your blind spot earlier.” Someone stooped next to her head, gloved hand extended. “That’s twice you’ve fallen for the same feint; let’s take a break.”

   “No.” She slapped the hand away, huffing. “I’ve got this.”

   He stepped back, silent. When she struggled to her feet, she could practically see the raised eyebrow, even through that dumb shiny red helmet.

   “I’m not stupid,” she spat, bristling.

   “No,” he allowed, crossing his arms instead of getting back into a ready position. “Just fuckin’ stubborn.”

   “Perfect, then; we match.”

   “Stubborn doesn’t win you prizes, kid… stubborn gets you killed.”

   You would know, she wanted to bite back, but there were certain rules to follow if you wanted to be trained by the Red Hood. One was “No Bringing Up The Zombie Robin’s Past”. Another was to never EVER refer to either of them as Robin.

   Even though this was definitely, one-hundred percent, bona fide Robin training.

   “I can do this without you,” she reminded him.

   He cocked that stupid helmet to the side. “Reeeeeeeally? That’s not what you said when you came a-begging for a deal.”

   “I don’t need your permission, jerk.”

   “No, just my skills.” He finally uncrossed his arms, snapping his fingers. “Fine--- again.”

   She couldn’t help a triumphant smile. “Yeah?”

   “I could beat your ass all night, kid.” He beckoned egotistically. “‘S long as you wanna keep eating gym mats, I’m happy to oblige.”

“You’re gonna fall!” Bruce called from below the wire.

“I’m not gonna fall.” Steph grinned, holding the staff out behind her, shoulders back and steady.

There was a net out underneath her as she laid her feet out, one in front of the other.

“Keep your weight central,” he reminded, following her steps from below, one in front of the other, “if you start tilting you won’t be able to keep yourself upright.”

“I know that B, you’ve proved that a million times.” She half teased, stilling herself as she teetered slightly.

“I fell once, and I was injured.”

It was three times. She counted, she had pictures of each time, thank god they were only training.

She rolled her eyes.

Being up on the wire was her favourite part of training. It let her separate herself from her surroundings, keep focusing on the line. Surprisingly, for it being so high up, it never scared her. She’d been terrified of heights when she was little, but Robin had fixed that, heights felt comforting in a way now.

She knew Bruce would catch her, well not directly, but still, he set up the net. And the wire. Hm.

“I’m pretty sure tightrope walking isn’t something in all vigilante tool boxes,” she hummed as she reached the end of the wire, pressing her palms to the wall, letting herself stand for a moment, “why do we do it?”

“The lot of you follow Dick’s old training routine, at least vaguely, it’s spill over from that, it makes you harder to knock down.”

“Does it?” Stepping back out onto the line she twisted herself, conforming to the wall again as she straightened out.

“Being able to keep your Center of gravity still makes it harder to lose your balance, keeping your footing in a fight is important— ”

“So you don’t get knocked on your ass?” She completed, shifting to the one foot.

He snorted, “sure.”

Settling in silence, she crossed the rope again, back straight, shoulder back, one foot in front of the other.

She could imagine the fall from here, clattering down, maybe the net would break? Be like the Grayson. Morbid thought.

Wind in her face would feel good though, a few moments of peace, maybe.

God what would death feel like? She wouldn’t be the first Robin if she did, wouldn’t be revolutionary. She didn’t like the idea of being normal, maybe she could strap fireworks to herself and die that way. Maybe she could take a jack hammer to her skull—

“Stephanie? kid?”

She looked down from the wire, Bruce’s head was cocked to the side, arms crossed.

“Feet on the floor, wanna try sparring.” She was certain he was distracting her, certain of it.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake Characters: Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake (DCU) Additional Tags: Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Tim Drake is Red Robin (DCU), Stephanie Brown-centric, Robin Week, Robin Week 2026, Bodyswap Series: Part 4 of Robin Week 2026 Summary:

Day Three:

Tim Drake Day

Prompts: : De-Ageing, Hero Worship, Circus, No Man’s Land

   “DON’T TOUCH IT---” Whumph.

   Lightning flashed outside, lighting Tim’s way out of the trap he’d--- No… wait. Blankets. Cast. A bedroom floor.

   He was recovering in Wayne Manor. He hadn’t failed--- He had saved Batman’s life; he had solved the puzzle on time.

   Barely.

   Tim huffed a shaky sigh, carefully hauling himself to his feet. He had to use the post of the bedframe for balance… Standing on his right leg still made him wince, and despite his insistence, Bruce hadn’t cleared him for going home to an empty house in order to heal alone where he wasn’t bothering anyone yet.

   Um… as it were.

   Clearing his throat stoically to gaslight his heartbeat into slowing the heck down, Tim grabbed his crutches, hobbling drunkenly into the hallway. It had only been two hours since he’d last checked the bedside clock; he officially couldn’t sleep. This was the perfect time to get some casework done, no? It wasn’t like he had school in the morning--- Bruce wasn’t allowing THAT, either--- so he could just sleep in.

   This had nothing at all to do with the ache in his throat or the panic dogging his heels or the way the memory of Batman almost falling for a deadly trap while Robin’s stupid brain buffered on the sidelines made it difficult for him to breathe.

   Tim was just gonna get some work done. Maybe even run into Bruce on the way. Ascertain his continued unharmed existence. Absolutely no biggie.

   This excuse only held up for as long as it took Tim to hobble out of the elevator--- and see not Batman at the Batcomputer, but Nightwing. The ritualistic inner monologue instantly faded into static. When the hero twisted in his seat, eyebrow raised, Tim found himself STAMMERING. Oh… oh NO.

   Ever quick on the uptake, Dick smiled kindly, and his eyes crinkled a little at the corners. “S’up, baby bird? Y’ can’t sleep?”

   Tim glanced down at his messy Batman pajamas, crutches, and a singular socked foot. He could feel himself turning red. “Nightmares.” What? NO!!! Don’t ADMIT that--- “Just… uh… about Bruce.”

Tim knew he was creepy.

He’d known it a couple years now if he was honest with himself. As he coated the blank film with developer he was reminded of it ten fold.

The pictures pinned to every corner of his wall proved it.

He realised that it was probably dehumanising to keep and collect pictures of Bruce Wayne, but it wasn’t Bruce Wayne in the picture. It was the bat.

The bat famously known for being more than human, being an enigma, a deity. Even though Tim knew that was false, Bruce was a man and a father. When he took off the cowl — which Tim had plenty of pictures of — he wasn’t all powerful.

But Batman was.

He knew the obsession was insane, it was ridiculous to follow and chase Batman across every roof for pictures, not even pictures with him, pictures of him.

Does the fact that he can admit he’s wrong to do what he does alleviate the creepiness? Not in any way he can tell.

In his mind, the only thing the bat couldn’t do was catch him apparently. A thirteen year old jumping across rooftops with zero training shouldn’t be that hard to miss. Honestly he was more surprised he hadn’t been noticed yet, nearing his third year of bat-watching after all it was a miracle.

Sure there’d been close calls, aka, Jason telling him off for ‘accidentally’ (god he was so happy he was a good lier) getting to close to a crime scene, but they always let their guard down again after a few days.

But how they flew was worth every single close call.

It felt almost like watching a ballet to him, regardless of the violence believe it or not. Their feet landed softly, he’d seen Bruce cradle the heads of lost children, seen them laugh, seen how gently Jason is scooped up into Bruce’s arms when he’s hurt.

He stole a piece of Dick’s old cape a few weeks before he quit. He didn’t cut it himself, it was caught in a fence, but he had it. Maybe he could get some of Jason’s.

To himself, he some days dreamed of being Robin. Not as Tim, obviously, as someone else, Tim wasn’t what Bruce would want as Robin. He dreamed he was another kid, based off of how long between Jason and dick he’d need to be a few years younger to be robin after Jason quit, but letting himself dream wasn’t worth much.

He adored watching the bats, every inch of his soul did, it was almost like watching a dance to him, regardless of the violence. Their feet landed softly, their capes flickered in the wind, apart from yellow being a stupid colour for stealth they were perfect.

Pulling the photos out of the developer, he places them on the table, smoothing the damp paper out.

“Perfect.” He let himself breathe, the house was silent still, he could hear each of his quiet heartbeats.

As he pinned them up he almost let himself imagine they were there, they saw him.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Circus, Robin Week, Robin Week 2026 Series: Part 3 of Robin Week 2026 Summary: