Just a weeb

They go to dick for help with taxes, getting a ride, crying at 2 am, getting a gift for Bruce, picking a shirt to buy, panning a surprise, yknow that type of help

They go to Jason when they get too drunk and are about to pass out, pregnancy scares, they’re over 18 and wanna get high, fuck up and need to hide it from Bruce, need to get away from Bruce, that type of help

Dicks idea of sibling fun is playing board games, eating at shitting diners, friendly sparing and watching movies

Jason’s idea of sibling fun is shoving someone down a hill in a shopping cart, dragging someone behind his bike on a table and fully throttling each other over Mario cart

Dick’ll take the batkids to doctors appointment, hair appointment and he’ll run errands with them

Jason’ll take the batkids to get piercings and tattoos, he’ll sign off on questionable illegal activities and take the younger bats out of school early

Damian: No dog is ugly, they just don't fit certain aesthetics. They are as they were made by Allah, beautiful in their own way.

Dick: That's very deep, Damian. Maybe you're right. Maybe there is no such thing as an ugly-

Damian: There is. There is such a creature.

Jason: A creature?

Damian, showing them his phone: A beast from the depths. A hideous creature.

Dick: That's... just a picture of Tim?

Tim:

Dick: man, this mission fucking sucks. it would go so much smoother if we had a meta to help out. do you think if we're nice enough about it Duke will wake up and come help us?

Jason: *sucking his teeth* ...not if you tell him i'm a part of the mission...

Dick: ...why? are you two fighting again?

Jason: yeah... Duke's- Duke's REALLY mad at me, not gonna lie.

Dick: why? what'd you do now?

Jason: well... i...

*heavy silence*

Dick: shit you actually did something bad, didn't you?

Jason: well we were- we were hanging out, right? a few days ago? and he started talking shit about how none of us could get close to him because he was a meta and had powers n' shit, right? and like- i'm his older brother, it's my god-given responsibility to make sure his ego doesn't get too big, i havta'- havta-

Dick: -remind the little'uns of their place, yeah i get you.

Jason: -exactly! and so i- *slight laughter* i was, uh-, i was- we were sat outside, right? and i was on this little stone wall thingy just above him while he was on the ground in front, and so i was looking at the top of his head, *snickers*

Dick, wary: yeeaaaahhh...?

Jason: so while he was talking, i got my phone out and like, used the black screen to reflect the sun down, right? because i was thinking like, fuck you for thinking controlling light makes you special, we can all control light,

Dick, snorting: ok?

Jason: so i started focusing the light onto the back of his head; except it was quite hot out that day, so... i didn't really realise how fuckin' strong the heat was. and... um...

Dick, amused: Jason.

Jason: -he has a bald spot and says he's disowning me forever.

November 2025 vs December 2024

Romione but Hermione is sick + sick Hermione doodle

until some of them go "we have to strike him in the darkness too! we know the halls of this palace! the odds can be tilted!"

James places a glass of a sickly green concoction in front of Harry, instantly killing the little boy’s mood. It’s James’ special recipe–the ultimate health drink, packed with vitamins. 

Harry looks down at his glass with a crestfallen expression, lower lip protruding into a pout. James, completely unaware of his son’s predicament, moves away.

It happens quickly. The moment James is out of sight, Harry tilts his entire body toward Regulus, who’s pretending to be blissfully unaware, nursing his own unhealthy tall glass of coke, fizzing in the summer heat. 

Harry tugs at Regulus’ shirt, forcing his attention on him. Regulus peers down at him, paper straw caught between his teeth. Harry’s pout becomes impossibly pout-ier. 

He glances at the glass on the table, beads of condensation gathering in the hot sun before closing his eyes and heaving a sigh– resigning himself to his fate. 

Regulus eyes the patio door, calculating how much time he has before setting his own drink down. He grabs Harry’s glass and downs it one go. 

Afterward, he sits frozen, left eye twitching as he swallows several times to keep the revolting drink down. The grassy taste of it makes him stick his tongue out, revealing its now green color. Harry claps happily at the display before leaning over in his seat and taking a few unbidden sips from Regulus’ coke.

When James returns, he’s none the wiser.

Later, when the table is cleared and Regulus is upstairs putting Harry to bed, Sirius finally brings it up.

“You do realize Regulus has been drinking those for Harry, right?”