tim drake nonsense

I always think it's funny when people say Burrnerd would already know Tims Robin like he's not a proud born and breed Gothamite and the first rule of being a Gothamite is to refuse to believe any Wayne could be a bat It's just not done

Captain Marvel:

And he kept them. He brought them home with him and he kept them.

Okay, so I don't think I'm wrong here, but he's been really upset (not mad, but he gives me these really sad looks that make me want to apologize over and over again).

Background:

I (m17) lost my father a year ago. My brother (N, m24) focused on my new little brother (R, m11, we just found out about him, mom not in the picture) because he thought I would handle myself. R and I didn't get along initially because we were jealous of each other and he took every opportunity to antagonize me. N took away something very important to me and gave it to R without telling me, and I found out when I walked in on R gloating. N's defense was that he knew I wouldn't take it well so he planned to tell me later, and that R needed it more. We argued and both said some things we wish we could take back.

(I don't blame him for any of this anymore, it was a very hard time for all of us and he was thrust into our father's shoes while grieving. We've talked, and I know he did what he thought was best for me and R, because he believed placing me as an equal to him would show that he trusted me. But he apologized for not understanding how much taking it away would hurt me and that I still wanted to be a kid, not an adult, and I apologized for not being more understanding of his position. We've moved on and are working on our relationship.)

Anyway, the main conflict was that I believed our father was still alive and nobody else did. My other older brother (RH, m21) was the exception, but he's estranged and didn't want to get involved.

(Side note: my siblings except for R are all adopted by our father, but I got emancipated after his supposed death)

N said I was going crazy due to grief and insinuated that I should be locked up in Arkham (an asylum in my city for the criminally insane). I chose to leave to find proof that my father was alive.

Fast forward six months and I found proof, but in the midst of it, I had to have an emergency splenectomy. When I came back and gave them proof to bring my father back, relationships were still strained so I didn't tell anyone. We reconciled in time, but I still didn't see the need to tell them as it wasn't important to them.

The issue:

A week ago, R caught a nasty flu. N wanted me to give him his medicine, I declined. N, frustrated because he thought I was just being difficult, told me to just be nice to R when he’s sick and that it won't cost me anything. I snapped back that it may cost me my life, not that he would care.

Something in N's expression shattered, and he let out a little, "what?" I remembered too late that I didn't tell him I lost my spleen. I tried to backtrack, but he kept pushing until I finally admitted I lost my spleen and under what circumstances. He was devastated, and I felt really bad for not telling him because he looked like he was on the verge of tears (he's really emotional, and that year took a toll on us and is still a sensitive topic). N asked whether it's because I didn't trust him, and I said I didn't know.

Ever since then, N has been hovering over me and bugging me about my health and diet and sleeping and working habits. He told the rest of the family and they've been overbearing as well.

N, however, still feels very guilty about the whole situation. I feel bad for making him upset, but I still stand by the fact that I did nothing wrong by not telling him. I think it was just unfortunate circumstances and that neither of us are to blame. R vehemently says that I'm the AH for never saying anything because my family and I engage in an activity that gets us injured frequently. He said I endangered myself and others by not telling them (he's worried about me and that's how he shows it, and probably also feels responsible about how I lost my spleen because his maternal grandfather was involved and he's got trauma surrounding him)

and it’s like? people interact with canon and fandom differently from each other. a lot of people might prefer a side ship or non-canon ship in an ongoing series, for example, because it gives them more room to play with than if it was the main ship where one day a new episode can come out and everything they wrote for fic is debunked. people might also like a side pairing more because they don’t like how competitive or large the main ship fandom feels. side ships and rare pairs especially will often get less notes, but if there’s a community around it, it’ll have more direct engagement speaking to other fans and sharing each others’ work. it’s also probs less likely for them to get into the same drama as main pairing fandoms because there’s less people deadset on interpreting a character a certain way, and it’ll feel like there’s less pressure of being compared to other bigger fans.

some people gravitate towards non-canon ships because they know it’s not endgame, but they like to write their backstory. some people like shipping characters who never interact because figuring out their dynamic is a fun brain exercise. same for liking characters with very little screen time because it gives them more allowance to flesh out a backstory, personality, and relationship dynamics to a degree where you feel like they’re more your character than the creators. some people like ot3’s a lot and enjoy that dynamic so will look towards that. some people might fr just dislike the main ship since depending on the source it might follow some of the more expect romance genre beats that they’re not interested in. a lot of people also just hate the fans of the main ship because very VERY often they’re fucking annoying no matter what the fandom is.

then he starts hanging around park row and observing. he’s still just a kid, maybe JUST old enough to drive or even too young but stupidly precocious, and when people see him loitering in crime alley all alone multiple times a week they start to get worried. people stop him in the street to ask if he’s alright—concerned auntie types, shop owners, and even people bruce is certain are hardened criminals

a guy he knows is a drug dealer stops him one night to check on him and gets talking about his kids—two sons, one of them apparently bruce’s age. he’s a white man, older, exactly the profile bruce looks for when he’s looking for his parents’ killer, but then the man starts talking about his dreams for his son. see, his wants to go to college and become a public defender because his mom went to jail on a plea deal for a crime she didn’t commit. he’s smart, real smart, and he won’t be able to focus on school and keep his grades up if he has to spend all his free time working to keep a roof over his little brother’s head, so his dad picks up “odd jobs” where he can. when bruce bites out something snarky about his choice of odd jobs, the man doesn’t argue. he just says, “i know. that’s why i gotta get my kid out of here. anyway, kid, you got a safe place to stay?”

and bruce can’t shake that conversation from his mind. did his parents’ killer have a father who tried to set him up for a better life? did he have kids? how much had his father’s watch cost, and how long would it take that man to earn the same amount of money breaking the law? how might it compare to the cost of food and shelter and college tuition?

bruce is sheltered, but he isn’t stupid and for all his bitterness he’s never quite been able to harden his heart. he continues his investigation, but he starts to see the people of crime alley differently. they aren’t just criminals and the innocent poor trapped living with them; they’re families, desperate people trying to help each other or pushed to cruelty in order to survive. he slinks back to his giant manor in the suburbs, sneaks past his butler, and as he tiptoes back to bed he can’t help counting the number of rooms and paintings and priceless artifacts he passes. the more he looks into the sort of person who might have killed his parents, the less he cares who he actually was

so by the time bruce is grown, it’s not just about solving one murder anymore. people are murdered every day who have it way worse than him, and if he found his parents’ killer what good would prison do? bruce has money, he’s young and fit, and now instead of anger at one man he’s driven by his anger at all of society

Tim: The most cringe board game is obviously "Sorry!"- what are you apologizing for? Your weakness?

Steph: No it's "Monopoly" 'cause it tells you the only way to win in capitalism is by cheating!

Duke: Just because you cheat at everything doesn't mean everybody else does. You're all letting "Scrabble" off easy- it's Nerd: The Game.

Jason: Don't you dare disrespect "Scrabble" only idiots don't like it. "Apples to Apples" clearly wins dumbest game because some people don't appreciate comedic genius.

Damian: "Clue" is the worst.

Dick: Don't you love murder mysteries?

Damian: Hard to imagine a more embarrassing death than being beaten by a candlestick in the spa by someone named Colonel Mustard.

Jason Todd Commission done!