Super Random Dick And Jason Doodles

Jason: "So what--"

Dick: "Shh."

Jason, taking his eyes off the road: "The fuck? Don't shush me."

Dick, gesturing: "Dami's asleep back there, you idiot."

Jason: "No way." *turns head* "Jeez."

Dick: "Case must've tired him out."

Jason: "He looks so innocent and childlike. I almost can't believe it."

Damian, putting his hands over Jason's eyes: "Trust your instincts next time. That was a test."

*car serves wildly, Jason and Dick start screaming*

Annoying brothers

why is he so sassy here

Batman: Shaman #4

tim needs to get on indeed dot com

Bruce: uh, Tim?

Tim: *clearly haven't slept for 2 days straight.* yes, B?

Bruce: i have a tiny little, little request for you to do.

Tim: *squinting,* this is not a little request, but sure what is it?

Bruce: *scratch his neck.* can you.. uh, take over the Wayne enterprises for me? you know, being Batman and Bruce wayne at the same time is.. kinda hard.

Tim: *spit out coffee.* Bruce I'm fucking seventeen–

Tim: *warping the meeting.* okay, thank you for attending this meeting, guys. i hope we can reach out for that manufacturer in Star City or get that new steel blueprint from Metropolis.

worker 1: *whisper* this new boss is more competent than the playboy.

worker 2: sush! it's his child!

Tim: *sips coffee.* no guys, please continue, i want trash talk too.

I was re-reading batman urban legends and when I saw theses two panels

I just had to draw this little silly doodle

jason: why are you looking at me like that?

damian, age 4, wondering why jason looks white if he's his brother: you're colored wrong

jason: what the fuck?

Tim Drake is a mermaid.

Well, sort of, kinda, unbeknownst to him or his parents.

It all comes to light when he’s going through some of his mother’s belongings that had been packed away after her death, trying to find something that would remind him of her. He was beginning to forgot her face, her voice, the way the said his name, or even if she said, “I love you.”

His mother is dead. His father is dead. He just needed something tangible to prove she was there.

Carefully packed away he find a ruby necklace it’s a simple golden chain and pendant the he recognizes from one of the Wayne’s galas, the way it refracted the light and made her eyes glow.

He takes it out of the box and it’s almost unnaturally cool to the touch which isn’t even the weirdest part. When he takes it in his palm, something just sort of shifts in him, like the pieces of a puzzle slipped into place and he just feels whole. If he didn’t know any better, he would say there was a flash of golden light, but that just had to be a trick of the light… right?

That night, on patrol, Tim is shot and takes a plunge into the harbor.

There wasn’t enough time to slip in his rebreather and the floatation device in his utility belt won’t inflate and he’s drowning.

Down and down and he can’t breathe until he just… can…?

This time there really is a flash of gold and tattoos cover his skin, curling and swirling down his arms and chest.

Scales replace skin, he grows webbed fingers, and honest to god gills. And that’s not even the weirdest part. Not, there’s a tail. He. Has. A. Tail. His legs fuse into a deep red, almost black tail.

That’s when Dick, as Nightwing, swoops in and drags him to the surface. Tim too deep in shock to fight it.

When they get to the surface and all parties involved realize what’s happened Tim is like: “Wtf?”

And Dick is like: “Wtf?”

And Batman just shakes his head because now he has to call Arthur.

In true H2O: Just Add Water fashion, when he dries, the tail and gills go away leaving him with the tattoos that fade into what looks like regular ink.

As it turns out the necklace is an Atlantean artifact that ignited some long-lost Atlantean heritage in Tim thought to be long since died out.

Arthur is smug, Bruce wants to punch him, and Tim has garnered the nickname Fishboy (a la Jason Todd).

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Damian and Jon are black cat and golden retriever coded to you. To me they are two snakes hissing at each other.