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saw this cute pic of a raven making a heart, had to draw crowxian

Tim: Why?

Jason: Bruce is chewing through the mouth guards again.

Tim: Bruce’s dentist makes a killing every time Dick starts a relationship.

Steph: Wait, why is this…good?

Jason: Excuse you, I was a great Peter Pan. Kind of ironic, huh?

Duke, ignoring Jason: Who’s that fuckass lost boy with the bowlcut?

Damian: you mean the one that we found in the garbage bin that had rabies, was malnourished and had to get his left hind leg amputated?

Jason: and was fucking ugly and stank

Dick: shut up jason yes! it was super cute, remember?

Damian: if you're trying to use my weakness for small abandoned ungainly animals against me—which is not a weakness—then you're wrong, for nothing about drake even remotely resembles a—

Tim: (digging through the kitchen's trash) has anyone seen my leftover muffins? they were only 2 weeks old, they were perfectly fine

Damian: stares at him in silence

Damian: starts to very subtly tear up

Steph: Is this some sort of rich person thing, why’d you get a sailing license?

Dick: I needed to defeat a rogue and we could only reach him by boat

Tim: Was Killer Croc in the marina or something??

Dick: Actually it was Aquatic Joker

Jason, coughing: Did ya know I died of smoke inhalation

Dick nearly choking on the smoke

Dick: Jas-

Jason: Y’know Sheila was standin’ there smoking while Joker beat me

Dick slowly putting out the cigarette

Jason: I can never look at cigarettes the same

Dick looking at his pack of cigarettes, horrified

Dick: Shit little wing.. I’m sorry-

Bruce, sitting with his arms crossed on Damian's bed: where were you?

Damian: um with dick?

Dick, spinning around in a desk chair: try again.

Damain: Jason! I was with Jason!

Jason, tumbling out the wardrobe: right.

Damian: okay, you got me, I was with tim

Tim, crawling out from under the bed: bullshit, you don't rate me like that.

Damian: what the fuck. Duke?

Duke, spawning from the shadows:

Damian: oh ffs. I was with Cass.

Cass dropping down from the vents: 🤨

Damian:

Damian: I was with mother.

Talia, also crawling in from the window: hello, son. Where were you-

Talia: why are there so many people in your room?

Damian:

Damian: whys this happening to me

Steph, jumping out from under Bruce's cape: youngest sibling problems. Can't relate.

Bruce: where were you actually? And don't lie this time.

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In Smallville:

Jon, crawling in through the window: crap

Bruce: Have you seen my son?

Bruce: He’s about this tall, black hair, blue eyes.

Tim *pulls out an Ouija Board*: So this might take a minute.

Teacher: .....

he gives damian his first ever joint. not because he wants damian to smoke weed, but at 13 and starting his rebellious phase, jason would rather damian experiment in a safe environment with somebody trusted, like him. he did the same with tim and edibles.

tim and duke are allowed to drink at jason's apartment. they know if they ask politely jason will let them raid his fridge for beer, and the scandalised expression dick wore when all the siblings went to jason's place for post-patrol wind-downs and the kids instantly went to grab a pint unopposed was priceless. jason has it framed.

when bruce decided it was time to teach tim how to drive he was treated to a 25 minute expert speedrun around the backstreets of gotham without any hesitation until tim finally admited '.....yeah so actually i got given a couple driving lessons by jason.'

'when?!' bruce demands, baffled and slightly shaken by the driving style. he'd been hanging onto the ceiling for the past five minutes.

'like. i dunno. two years ago? it was around christmas.'

'two ye- WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WAS ALIVE BACK THEN!? YOU WERE LETTING THE RED HOOD GIVE YOU DRIVING LESSONS BACK WHEN WE THOUGHT HE WAS A RANDOM MURDERER?'

'well he caught me in bristol trying to joyride one of my mother's cars and said he 'had the responsibility of showing me the ropes'... of course i didn't get what he meant fully until i found out he was my brother, but it was still helpful.'

Roy: *clutching an oversized card*

Oliver: What's that for?

Roy: Father's Day.

Oliver, tearing up: Roy, you didn't have to-

Roy, pulling card away: It's not for you. It's for Batman. He actually listens to me.

Oliver:

*later*

Bruce, weighed down with cards and gift boxes: Hey, Oliver do you mind-

Oliver: You know what? I fucking do mind actually.

Bruce: