lets go no contact with mama
tsk tsk, younger siblings😒
vaguely inspired by this fic.
(i've been getting into DC stuff/the batfam a lot recently. more sketches/doodles under the cut. can y'all guess my favorite robin....)
Very much inspired by that Valentine Pin-Up Alastor merch where the only significant change is him having his bow-tie unclipped.
Anyway, happy valentine day sike, it's Aro week and we are begrudgingly going on dates to help our friends with their heist. Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (end)
Wally: How old is Alfred?
Dick: Whoa, you can’t just ask things like that, man.
Wally: Oh, sorry. I just, he seems kinda old, you know?
Dick: I’m pretty sure he’s immortal.
Wally:
Wally: Yeah, that checks out.
Roy: Didn’t he fight in a war or something?
Dick: Yeah, I think he fought in the Battle of Hastings.
A little ways over
Bruce: So, are you going to correct them?
Alfred: You have yet to determine my age, Master Bruce, and if you think I will succumb to such measly attempts as this you are sorely mistaken.
Buried alive fic where Tim wakes up in a coffin and the only thing he has is a comm. The comm can only call the Red Hood. When Hood picks up, he appears delighted that Tim has been buried and taunts him. Tim concluding that he has to get out on his own--unbeknownst to him, Jason has been trying to find him, but doesn't want to say that in case whoever has planned this is listening in.
Tim almost reaching the surface, Jason grabbing his hands and pulling him free the rest of the way. Tim freaking out when he sees Jason and Jason having to reassure him that he's here to help.
I fucking can't right now guys-
The first rule of driving the Batmobile is to have fun and be yourself