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MAGA racism is killing us.

Tim, after a long patrol, collapses onto the couch and ends up falling mostly on Dick

Jason, in a lightly mocking tone Awww, look at the sleepy baby

Dick humms and shifts, trying to get more comfortable with the extra weight

Jason grins, sees the opportunity to annoy Dick, and leans on Tim to put more pressure on Dick, stretching widely, I’m so tiiiired

Dick too tried to realize Jason is being a brat, starts patting Jason’s hair Me too man, me too

Jason who is also exhausted from patrol feels his eyelids start to droop, begins to doze on Tim unwittingly

Tim is completely unaware

Tim later wakes up trapped not only between Dick and Jason but all their other siblings have joined the pile in some way

Tim glances sideways and sees Bruce sitting in a chair

Bruce, not looking up, Alfred has already sent the photos to Barbara

Tim huffs then goes back to sleep, knowing attempting escape is futile

Okay, but I can't stop thinking about a scenario like this:

A girl sees Dick on the street, and without thinking she approaches him in "Omg, you're Dick Grayson???" mode.

Dick is resigned, clearly thinking it's like the times he's recognized as Bruce Wayne's son, or something like that.

And before Dick can answer, the girl shows a photo of the circus poster on her cell phone. "Dick Grayson, like, from the Flying Graysons???"

And the girl starts telling him that he's the reason she started trapeze and gymnastics, that he inspired her so much, and knowing that he kept doing gymnastics despite what happened to his parents is so inspiring, and, and, and- she goes by that way, u know?

And that simply turns out to be the best day of Dick's life.

Simply because Dick is so inspiring, as a hero, and as a civilian, just as himself, and this started when he was a kid in the circus.

Of all the important lessons learned from ghosts, importance of family, acceptance, love, bla bla, people seem to have forgotten the most important message of the show;

Wear a fantastic outfit and serve every single day because these might be the clothes you die in.

After Bruce took Dick under his care, he actually stopped wasting time on any casual relationships - it seemed inconceivable when a little traumatized boy with unrestrained aggression and a desire to commit a capital murder was waiting for him at home. But after a few years, he thought, to hell with it, he deserved one night of good old fun. So he went to this gala concert in his best outfit, having previously arranged with Alfred to take Dick out for a short hike so that the mansion would be free during the night. And when he started looking for his "victim", he came across this charming reporter, all screaming Mr. Awkward with the broadest shoulders known to a man, and hands as warm as his smile, and Bruce, of course, takes him home. And everything goes great, only Dick returns earlier than Bruce expected, and enters his bedroom as usual without knocking.

Dick: hey B look i collected a whole basket of mushro— SUPERMAN??

Bruce, still half asleep, barely covering himself with a blanket: what

Dick: WHY IS THERE SUPERMAN IN YOUR BED.

Clark, without his glasses, his hair is combed back from the position of his head on the pillow: um

Bruce, already embarrassed and feeling like he'd failed as a guardian by letting Dick catch him the morning after: Dick what are you talking about, it's just some—

Bruce, turning to face Clark:

Bruce, paling:

Dick: THIS IS THE SUPERMAN YOU DICKHEAD WHAT IS HE DOING IN YOUR BED WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM—

Bruce: i... i don't know how to answer that

Dick, almost crying: DID YOU MAKE LOVE TO HIM WITHOUT TELLING ME—

I never said anything bad about this show this is the best show on tv