Memes That I Saw On Tiktok So I Drew Them Lmao

world war 3 was on the line, jason

Brothers bonding (They hate each other w their guts) (((nah, they dont)))

DC had made many questionable choices regarding the Bats but also a lot of the time said choices are very funny. Christian priest Father Todd and vampire Nightwing who crushed Tim’s head like an overripe apple I do think of you often

Theatre kid in every universe

absolutely obsessed with Jason and Tim being the family psychologists that spend 90% of their time together just getting into long debates and discussions about the personalities and mental issues of everybody in the family. they will meet up at Jason’s apartment twice a week for takeout and a 2 hour conversation on how Damian might be so obsessed with the Robin mantle because the dynamics of the league make him think that family should be a business and if he cant work as a vigilante he’ll be abandoned. every stakeout they do together ends up with them getting distracted talking about Dick and his obsession with red heads. they’ve let multiple people go during these stakeouts bcs they’ve gotten side tracked when they then start discussing if Jason’s childhood issues and strained relationship with Dick somehow influenced HIM to befriending Dick’s old pals so often, and they get so fascinatingly into it that the guy they were waiting for just. slipped right by them.

nothing is off limits between these two when they start talking about mental health and family issues. they’ll compare Tim’s abandonment-independence from the Drakes to Jason’s caretaker habits from his dug addicted mother. there have been 3 hour phone call conversations about the loa and how it fucked with Jason’s perception of Bruce that then get turned into 4 hour face to face discussions about how Tim’s opinion of Bruce rapidly declined because of Jason’s death and how he handled it. they rehash how Bruce has effected every single bat child about 12 times and they still never get tired of it.

it’s not even about therapy or coming to terms with trauma. these two bitches just love dissecting family drama and psychology within the Waynes. every now and then during dinner somebody will make a fairly casual remark that has nothing to do with anything and Jason and Tim will make eye contact across the table because they KNOW they’ll be tearing that apart at a later date. what I’m saying is english-enthusiast Jason Todd and stalker-genius Timothy Drake are 100% the gossip scientists of the family, and the Waynes are their lab rats being observed for their own entertainment

morning star! my favorite piece

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Guys Im craving for fics where Dick's Robin and his teammates, whether it's set up with the Titans or YJ - it's up to u-, remember that Dick's the youngest of all of them and yet the most experienced with the business

Or in general that, God, he's just a child. Why does he know how to do certain things? Like, idk, stitching himself up after a mission ( ex: this fic ) or I remember I read another one -that I loved but I can't for my life find it- where the team (YJ) were on a mission, but KF and Robin were the ones who got to see what happened with the victims and it was completely awful. The victims (now corpses) were tortured and it was a bit explicit what happened to them, and like, if you are a kid, fuck you shouldn't see that shit. KF throw up and couldn't see anymore of it, Robin felt that analyzing the case or images of what happened to them was his responsibility. He tries to compartmentalize what's going on and how's he feeling and basically at the end the team's looking at him with something he can't name but it's the same look Bruce or Alfred sometimes would give him too. AGH SUCH AN AMAZING CONCEPT, I'm tweaking dawg

Also, It's not really the trope I'm talking about, but I also love this kind of fic so... If you have some that are like that as well.... I'd love to read them.....

DUDE HOLY SHIY WHAT EAS THIS

I WAS SO NOT PREPARED FOR THE FREE ATTACK. WHAT THE FUCK.

Okay but imagine for a second

You’re Bruce Wayne, Batman

The richest, smartest man in every room you have walked into since you turned 20

Every bit of information is at the tip of your fingertips money, brawn and brains are no object

And then you take in a child

Named Dick Grayson

From the circus, who has the most flimsy proof of his existence you’ve ever seen with a birth certificate that looks too worn to properly make out the parents named without knowing them before.

No passport despite traveling all over the globe

No form of identification

So you give the kid an ID and everything is fine

He becomes Robin

Joins a team

Becomes nightwing

Runs all the teams

Becomes Batman

Runs himself into the ground

And then Dicks in his 20s and he’s sick

Really sick

It’s not viral, fungal, parasitic or bacterial

No one else you know has this

And he’s getting sicker

He can’t walk without help and spends all his days wrapped up in blankets fighting off never ending shivers.

He mixes up his brothers names and sometimes outright forgets some of the kids

He didn’t recognize Kori a few weeks ago and hasn’t remembered her since

So Everytime he blearily asks “who are you again?” They All answer with the knowledge that this might be the him decaying blue eyes don’t spark with recognition

The first time it happened it was horror and tears “an Oh my god! I’m so sorry I love you you’re my brother” over time it’s devolved into an “oh right…hi Jason”

And the doctors ask for his family history

Maybe. Maybe there is something that could save him, bring him back or stop this descent… this fall from happening to the most untouchable man that’s ever lived.

(Tim threw up after he saw Dick burst into tears, head resting on Alfred’s shoulder when he realized he couldn’t walk without help- they need to stop this)

So they dig

And dig

And dig

And nothing

There’s no evidence of the Graysons before John, the Lloyd’s before Mary.

Neither had been to a doctor anytime in the states at least

Bruce had redone all of Dicks vaccines once he acquired guardianship of him.

There was nothing

Nothing on his aunts or the uncle that was his namesake

There’s just nothing

Bruce realizes he doesn’t even know Dicks ethnic background. 1000s of tests he’s ran and he doesn’t even know if Dick has ever been to his parents home countries

They do every test they can come up with to try and fake a comprehensive family history

Mary Grayson was a fake name

So way John

They don’t know the real ones

Bruce finds out the mother of his son is Syrian and Romani and the boys first father is Afghani and Italian.

He finds out Mary’s father fled from Syria during the 60s and settled in Germany

He finds out that John Grayson and his brother were orphans together

He can’t even tell you which one of them gave Dick his blood type.

He knows everything

He’s the smartest man in every room he’s ever walked into

And he won’t be able to save his son

Because the boy who holds Bruce Wayne’s very heart in his hands knows that the best way to stay in the shadows is simply to show so little everyone will fill in blank spots with jarring inaccuracies so seamlessly they won’t even notice they did it.

They’ve called everyone

And Dick just keeps getting sicker

Yu Ijin's trauma against mothers and their daughter

yu ijin short fanfic, light angst, random character study

i need to see more ijin being haunted by the mother and daughter that he killed during his raid when he was a soldier.

where during a hangout, he and his friends were walking together on their way to the internet cafe, another session to rank their games and improve the newbies' (ijin and yuna) gaming skills.

And as they trudge against the calm warm sky, they pass by a mother and her child, the little girl's sweet youthful laughter loud on the quiet street. It would normally irk the teenage boys of loud children, but the atmosphere of the mother and daughter was too precious to dislike, much less ignore. Ijin watched as they glanced at the woman and the girl, so he followed in suit. A woman cradling a toddler girl on her hips, smiles both present on their faces —a horror-faced mother cradling her daughter's head in attempt to hide her from the terror outside the house, those young petrified eyes staring at ijin as he pointed his gun at them, before pulling the trigger— ijin spurned his head away from the motherly scene, chest suddenly needing deep breathes.

his action caused his friends to look at him and ask him what happened. Ijin looked back at them and saw their eyebrows lifted in surprise and eyes filled with worry —young petrified eyes— Ijin felt sick —mother and daughter laid dead on their own blood— Ijin felt sick. Ijin felt someone looking at him and turned to the direction of the stare; it was the young girl looking at him with a curious face —the dead girl— ijin marched to the thankfully near dumpster and cleaned his sickness out, his friends rushing beside him in hurry. Their voices clashed together at the constant ask of what happened, but what only rang to ijin was the sound of a woman, "Are you okay?"

The teenagers stopped and looked at the mother and daughter who had approached them at the sight of ijin's struggle. Ijin stared at the two, wistful eyes and regretful heart. He stepped back when the young girl stepped forward, handkerchief and candy in hand. She stepped forward, he stepped backward. "Don't come near me, i'm dirty."

"It's okay. My mom always helps me when i throw up and she never feels yucky about it. Mom gives me candies to stop me from throwing up. Here!"

His friends look at ijin for his reaction, and was surprised to see such sorrowful eyes that they weren't sure if it was even about the fact of being dirty anymore. They didn't miss his shaky hands as it inched to the girl's hands that held out a lollipop.

the woman chuckled at ijin, "it's okay, kid. you're not dirty. you didn't mean to do it anyway, it couldn't be helped. i hope you're okay. take care of him, you kids, okay?" she said towards his friends softly, then they went back on their way once again.

ijin looked down at the lollipop on his hand. she was right, it couldn't be helped. but it still didn't make him feel any less dirty.