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Ive read the whole fic, but the images just make my day!

Another chapter of my "The Waynes on Twitter" work on AO3

Masterlist of Tweets

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Extra Dialogue:

Bruce: wow, this is so cray cray. do the kids still say cray cray? Tim: absolutely they do Bruce: great!

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Bruce: did you see the cookies alfred made? weren't they so slay? Stephanie: they really were. have you told cass that? Bruce: i haven't but i will now

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39 - The struggles of being a single (really rich) dad

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I love how there's really only 3 options and all of of us are in agreement

What are best comics you have read? I’m trying to catch up with my reading. It’s hard without recommendations.

But also, what are good writers of certain members of the family. And are there some I should avoid?

What’s the best way to read the comics? (Like is the app good or not.) I’ve been trying to find a way to read these comic. But there is not way in help I can get all the comics I’d want to read.

cassie commissioned by @helbabs. she was a lot of fun to draw 😌

I wouldn't wna be one of the powerful magical users in a team. I'd wanna be the absolute bad bitch who can fight while serving cunt.

part 1, this on ao3

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It’s a normal night, until it’s not.

Dick had been purposeful when he had said that Damian could make mistakes. He remembers the way the necessity of perfection had eaten at him when he was younger. He knows that Damian is even more susceptible than he was to that burning self-disgust at anything less than a flawlessness. Upon taking over the mantle of Batman, Dick had decided that Damian needed to know there was at least one adult in his life who wouldn't disown him for delivering anything less than perfection.

He hadn’t thought so much about what would happen when Damian actually did make a mistake.

It happens when Dick is in the middle of congratulating Damian on a particularly impressive move, one with a more gymnastic slant which Dick is sure is based on one of his own trademarks. He’s telling Damian what a good job he’s doing and Damian is puffing up with pride, a smile playing around the edges of his expression. Then Dick catches the glint of the sniper rifle scope.

The ability to dodge bullets is a trademark of members of their family. Damian should feel the whistle of the bullet coming his way, he should jolt back from the air parting in front of him. But Damian's too caught up in his pride to do any of those things quickly enough so within a moment of Dick spotting the rifle scope there’s a bullet in Damian's leg.

Dick is so used to falling that he doesn't remember a time when it didn't feel like flying. The way his stomach drops now though, it doesn't feel like flying. It feels like the kid he said he'd take care of has blood spurting from his leg and it's all Dick's fault.

To his credit Damian is very calm about it. Dick knows he’s been shot before although he doesn’t know if it was a purposeful part of the boys training or not. His blood boils at either prospect. Even as the crowd is still screaming for their heroes to come save them Dick grabs Damian from the blood soaked ground and rushes to the batmobile, putting it on autopilot as he tries to stabilise the patient.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers, “I’m sorry. We’ll be back at home in no time and we’ll get you all fixed up, okay?” Dick blinks away the tears at the sight of Damian bloody and pale in front of him. Impediments to his vision will only make it harder to get Damian stable.

“Okay.” Damian replies, voice remarkably steady.

Now aware that someone he trusts is going to make it all better, Damian promptly passes out.

“Shit.” Dick says, young ears now unable to hear him. “Shit shit shit shit shit. Fuck.”

He swears to his heart's content for the rest of the ride back to the manor and it does very little to make him feel any better.

No, the swirling sea of worry-guilt-anguish in his stomach only begins to abate at the sight of Alfred in the bat cave, perfectly calm and with all the necessary medical supplies ready. They get Damian to a bed and Dick tries to make himself useful as Alfred treats the bullet wound.

He isn’t particularly useful and spends most of his time fretting.

“He’ll be fine, Master dick.” Alfred says once he’s finished up and washing the blood from where it had stained his skin.

“Of course he will.” Dick replies, attempting to sound a little more nonchalant than he actually is. From the look Alfred gives him he doesn’t think he succeeds.

He’s spared the indignity of having to say anything else by the rumble of Tim’s motorbike pulling into the cave. Tim gets off with an urgency Dick isn’t sure he expected and when he takes his domino off there’s genuine worry in the frown between his eyes.

“Is he okay?” he asks, his tone frantic.

“He’ll be fine.” Dick's grateful to find that his voice is far more level now than it was ten minutes ago.

Tim tilts his head to the side, looking at Dick. His expression narrows into something slightly more analytical than concern. “Are you okay?”

Dick tries to say yes. He really does. He's Tim’s big brother, he’s Batman. Of course he can tell his little brother that he’s okay. But after a moment of silence Dick glances towards where Damian lies far too still on their operating table and feels the tears he's been fighting off resurface in his eyes.

Tim nods as if this is confirming something. “Come on.” He says. “Let’s get out of here.”

Dick tries to protest that Damian needs someone to be here when he wakes up but Tim just continues to pull him gently out of the cave.

“He’s going to be out for the next few hours. I can make you hot chocolate in the meantime.”

Dick wants to keep protesting but he’s been left tired and weak by the nights events. He allows himself to slump as his little brother leads him out of the darkness.

~

Dick talks. Significantly more than he had intended to.

He talks about how he can’t balance this awful dichotomy of guardian and commander. He talks about how he’s still not entirely sure how to be Batman, let alone a parent. He talks about how he can’t keep doing this without something breaking.

Probably him. Possibly Damian. Both answers are unacceptable.

“I’ll to fix this” Tim says. The determination in his expression reminds Dick of when he came to his bludhaven apartment all those years ago and demanded Dick reprise his roll as Robin. “I’m going to make a call, we’ll sort this out.” he promises.

Tim’s always been good at that. Tugging on the fraying strings of their family tapestry until it resembles something whole. It’s how he came into the family in the first place and Dick has always been grateful for that.

Tim leaves, already dialing a number into his phone with a look of intense concentration. Dick wants to go check on Damian but Alfreds got that handled so it’s not like he’ll actually help. Sitting idle at the boys bedside will probably just make him feel worse.

So Dick hangs his head and waits for someone to save him.

~

“Give me a lift to the airport?” Tim asks far too sweetly. The tone of voice doesn’t suit him.

“You can drive.” Dick points out, suspicious.

Tim gives him a look, like Dick's being difficult on purpose. “It’ll be a bonding opportunity.” he says, his tone lowering to something closer to his usual cadence. Dick still feels suspicious but there’s a million things he has to do today that are more important than arguing with his only sane brother, so he nods. Tim grins in response and gets up with a lot more energy than he tends to these days.

Dick decides that there’s little use in thinking on it more. He’s in charge of far too many things at the moment, he’ll let Tim control this one.

~

Cass appears in the collection area, suitcase in hand, and Dick feels the weight of the world become significantly lighter.

She's more muscled than she was when she left. Her footsteps are more confident. It makes pride rise in Dick's throat as he realises how brave his little sister is for growing so much all by herself.

She picks up her pace once Tim and Dick are in view, almost breaking into a jog as she approaches. She wraps an arm around each of them and Dick can feel her smile pressing against his cheek.

Dick realises that his own smile is pressing against Cass’s cheek. His chin is somehow resting in Tim’s hair.

He savours the moment and feels more full than he has in a long time.

“Welcome home.” He says into Cass’s neck. He feels her smile even wider in response.

~

That night as Dick is about to go on patrol Cass taps his shoulder.

“I can do it.” she says, pointing at the Batman suit Dick had been about to start putting on.

Dick frowns, pushing away the golden hope bleeding into the edges of his soul. “It won’t fit.” he says.

Cass shrugs. “I won’t wear it. But I can do it.”

Dick feels his frown deepen. Cass is younger than him and she hasn’t been in Gotham for so long. It’s not a good idea for her to take on the mantle. She’s already got far too much weighing her down without adding another impossible burden for her to bear.

Dick looks past Cass for a second to allow his eyes to rest on Tim, busying himself with sorting his own gear out but none too subtly watching the exchange between Dick and Cass. He gives a slight nod. An endorsement. Dick looks back to Cass who is smiling very gently at his indecision.

“Okay.” he says, and the room releases a sigh of relief.

~

Cass has been Batman every night since she got back a week ago and Dick hasn’t felt this light since Bruce died.

She was always the best fighter out of them. Always a little faster, a little more cutting, than any of her brothers. She isn’t as used to the detective aspect of things but she's surrounded by enough people trained in that aspect of the job that it isn’t a problem. Dick wears the Nightwing suit and flies higher than he has in months. Damian tends to work with Cass, Batman needs a Robin after all, but will pop up on Dick's patrols with silent requests for ice cream and a shoulder to lean on.

Cass can be Damian's Batman. Dick can be his guardian. It was always too much to ask of Bruce, for him to be both. For him to be their teacher and their hero and their father. Splitting the load seems to be going far better than anything Bruce used to try.

~

Sometimes Dick will catch Tim smiling at him the same way he does at a problem just solved. He wants to say thank you. Thank you for letting me outrun that awful burden for a little longer. Thank you for saving me. But he supposes that’s just what brothers are for.

Instead he asks Tim if he wants to go train surfing. They haven’t since before Bruce died. Dick was far too busy trying to keep the world from collapsing in on itself and Tim was too busy trying to find a way to stop Dick from crumbling under the pressure of it.

“Yeah.” Tim says, his smile twisting and morphing until it goes from analytical to soft and relieved. “Yeah I’d like that.”

~

"Do you miss him?" Damian asks one day. Dick doesn't need any clarification on who he's talking about.

The two of them are sat on a rooftop, legs swinging over the side. Damian is holding a rum and raisin ice cream Dick had pressed firmly into his hand. Dick decided a while ago that Damian should be offered the opportunity to try all the flavours he missed out on in the earlier part of his childhood and he thinks they're making some pretty good progress.

Dick considers for a moment. It's a complicated question. "Yes," he starts, because of course he does, "But it doesn't hurt like it used to. Not now that I can focus on being myself instead of squeezing myself into the shape of the person I'm mourning. And you?"

"Yes." Damian starts, because of course he does. He pauses for longer than Dick did but that makes sense. Damian's thoughts are complicated enough that Dick can't help but be proud of the kid for being able to untangle even a few of them. "But I know a lot of people who've died. And at least this time I gained what I came searching for regardless of what happened to Father."

It's not a thank you. Dick knows that it's going to take a little more time for Damian to learn how to shape his mouth into those words. But it's a start.

Dick looks at all the life surrounding him and smiles.

New fic: Creation Is A Curse

Word count: 1,315

Summary: “I could stop.” Bruce whispers, voice cracking. “I could stop making soldiers and turn them back into children.”

Alfred sighs, the frown lines on his face deepening with grief. “They would never survive it.”

Bruce knows it’s true. First himself, then the Joker and now his children. An aptitude for creating monsters has always been Batman’s greatest curse.

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Fic under the cut

“You know I still love you, right?” Dick says. It’s not what Bruce had been expecting. At Bruce’s apparent surprise Dick rushes to correct himself. “Don’t get me wrong, I hate you. Sometimes I hate you so much that I don’t understand how I can still love you at all. But I do still love you.”

Bruce looks at him. He’s never been an emotional man and he doubts he’ll ever understand how Dick manages to stay one in their line of work. “I don’t know how you can fit so many feelings about me inside you.” he says.

Dick lets out a sharp bark of laughter. “You created me. How could I not?”

He says it like it’s obvious.

The fact that Bruce understands him completely makes it too painful to look at Dick for a moment so he turns to Tim, utterly focused on his training in the centre of the cave. It makes him think of other, potentially more painful things. “You don’t think I should make another Robin. Do you?”

Dick joins Bruce in looking over to where Tim’s training. The set of his jaw is determined and there are still specks of blood on his face from patrol. “You already have.” he says, the bite of grief colouring his tone.

Bruce wishes that Dick had given a different answer. His disappointment must show on his face because Dick turns to him and smirks, something mean in his expression.

“Don’t look so glum. I might even forgive you one day.”

He says it jokingly. Bruce prays for a moment that it’s the truth.

~

Jason is back. Jason is back.

Jason is back and he’s the Red Hood and his new favourite hobby is trying to convince Bruce just how much he hates him. As if Bruce doesn’t already know.

Jason is holding a gun to a man’s head. It’s a bad man, a man who has caused grief and suffering and hurt people in ways beyond what Bruce finds acceptable. But Jason has a gun to the man’s head and for some twisted reason that means that Bruce thinks the man is deserving of his protection.

The moment Bruce has processed all that, the moment that Jason can see that he’s processed all that, the trigger is pulled and the man drops dead.

“You did that.” Jason says with utter conviction. “You killed that man. I pulled the trigger but I’m only a monster because it’s what you made me.”

Jason is either far more or far less the man he was shaping up to be before he died. Bruce can’t quite tell which.

“I know.” he says, instead of any of that, “I know.”

~

An assassin has a knife at Bruce’s throat and for a moment he thinks that he’s going to die. Then he feels the spray of blood that isn’t his and the body behind him drops to the floor.

He turns to see Cassandra plucking the knife from the hands of the corpse she just made.

“I thought you didn’t kill any more.” he says, voice hoarse.

She shrugs. “Sometimes it’s necessary.”

“Did the League teach you that?” Bruce asks, hating the way disapproval colours his tone.

Cass looks up from the corpse and Bruce sees the frown of confusion between her eyes. “No. You.”

She disappears into the night before Bruce can say anything else.

~

Dick is a more dangerous man than anyone comprehends. Jason’s body count is rising by the day. Cassandra is training in Hong Kong to turn herself into an even better weapon than the League could. Stephanie grows more driven every moment, more set on becoming every bit as dangerous as she has the potential to be. The people Tim loves keep dying and it’s put a darkness in his eyes.

“How do you love creatures so vicious?” Talia asks.

“I doubt I could love anything else these days.” Bruce replies.

Talia hums. The clever part of Bruce’s mind thinks that he might have given her the answer she was looking for.

It worries him more deeply than he would like to admit.

~

“Sometimes I wonder if I would be a better person now if I had never been Robin.”

“I imagine that you would have spent that time with Barbara. So probably.”

Steph looks at him like she’s waiting for him to get angry. She should know better by now. For Bruce to get angry at his kids is an exercise in futility these days, it’s like getting angry at a concept.

She turns away and huffs. “I can’t believe I let you get your feelers in me. I saw how you changed Tim and I still didn’t realise that you can’t talk to a kid without twisting it into a weapon.” Bruce shoots a look at her and she shrugs, like her musings aren’t a dagger in his heart. “Welp. Guess that one’s on me.”

“Yeah.” Bruce lies. What else is he meant to say?

~

Bruce can’t stop looking at the scar on Tim’s neck. The one he got when a person Bruce created and still loves as fervently as ever decided that a grave would be a better home for him than the manor.

“Does it bother you,” he asks, “That I might be making you into him?”

Tim thinks for a moment. “Only when I’m mourning him.”

“And when’s that?”

He smiles, sad. “All the time, of course. Isn’t it the same for you?”

“Of course.” They grow silent for a moment before Bruce plucks up the courage to ask the question he really wants the answer to. “Does it scare you? That one day you might be someone’s monster.”

Bruce didn’t expect Tim to start laughing, but he does. Deep and whole and uncommon from him these days. Like Bruce just told a joke and hasn’t realised it yet. “Don’t you get it Bruce?” he asks once the laughter’s died down and become a little more manageable. Something about Tim’s expression is inherently wrong and Bruce feels his guard go up but Tim is too amused to notice. “I already am. I’m your monster. We’re all your monsters. You’re Doctor Frankenstein and, instead of sewing together bits of corpses, you’ve found children full of holes and stitched pieces of yourself to them rather than letting them grow.”

“What-” Bruce croaks. Something in his expression must look utterly horrified because Tim’s eyes widen and the good humour drains from his face.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way!” he says, as if Bruce could possibly have taken that any other way. “I just- Don’t we scare you?”

“No! Of course not.”

“Wait, really?” Tim looks shocked, like Bruce just upended one of his most basic understandings in life.

Bruce worries that he has.

They don’t talk much for the rest of patrol. Both of them have too much to think about.

~

Bruce has a son.

There’s a boy who Bruce has never touched but is made from his flesh and bone and apparently that’s enough because he’s already as deadly as any of Bruce’s other children. It makes him feel sick so he leaps onto the idea that this is the League’s fault, that for once it isn’t on Bruce that a child has been broken and the remains have too many sharp edges.

“I didn’t make you. The League made you.” he says, clinging to a fantasy.

Damian huffs out a breath of annoyance. “Unmake me then.” he scoffs, “Tear me apart and shape me into something more like them.”

Make me into another of your monsters, he doesn’t say.

The ‘no’ is in Bruce’s mouth. He can taste the word, feel his tongue curling around the shape of it. But Bruce has done this far too many times to stop now and making monsters is all he knows.

“Okay.” he says instead.

The cycle continues.

Day One-"Getting Used To Your Silence"

Cassandra Cain Angst to start Bat-tober off :P

She’s a weapon. She has no need for words. She only exists to follow commands.

Cassandra has no need for words when she’s on the streets, flitting between shadow and shadow, surviving however she can.

Cassandra had no need for words when she was a child. Why would she need them now? She has no need for them. They are a waste of her capabilities.

So why does everyone seem to want her to try and speak?

guess who's celebrating october by writing a batfamily angst fic everyday

this guy 😎

And that's why we love her

Face designs for the Bat kids 👏👏👏

I'm Damian. Once my friends mom got my family to hold a cross for the giggles, and when I held it my whole family looked shocked and disappointed, Like Bitches I may pretend I'm a Demon and have no blood ties to you assholes, but damn do ya'll hate me this much???

tag yourself - I'm Barbara: that is lovely woodwork.

DC Vs. Vampires #2 - “Blood + Sand” (2021)

Bat’s kiddos :]

The way I want Bruce Wayne to be portrayed as a parent in fics is basically like “you should own an orphanage” but also “you should get therapy before you ever talk to a child again”

Basically not a paragon of parenting because I feel he’s too mentally off to be that but he tries :P

post patrol shenanigans

Hello, tumblr user. Before you is a tumblr post asking you to name a female fictional character. You have unlimited time to tag a female character, NOT a male one.

Begin.

Do you think Bruce is one of those dads who hears their kid mention needing or wanting this thing and he just continuously buys that thing for them.

Like Dick complained about how he doesn’t have enough colorful or fun socks once and Bruce will still give him new socks every once in a while. Dick said that when he was 12!

Damian mentioned wanting colored pencils to practice art with and now he had a tub of them. They aren’t even the same brand Bruce just keeps buying whichever one is highly rated by people online at any given moment.

Cass mentioned like one specific Barbie she wanted cause she wanted to make a joke with Barbra (the Barbie had red hair and Cass was gonna make it look like her as an Oracle action figure) and now she has one of the biggest collections in the world. Like she appreciates it but she has no where to put all these Barbies!

It's not easy being the new Batriarchy of the family ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Dick Grayson Anniversary Week 2023 || @dickgraysonweek Day 4: Abuse | “In every iteration, it’s Dick who remains the light of the world.” | Batman!Dick

Nightwing 60th Anniversary || @nightwing60thanniversary Dick Grayson Bingo: New Experiences

Cassandra Cain would love the classic era of Barbie. I will not elaborate.

I love them

idk what to say

Bruce, Cass and Duke: killing is bad, I will go out of my way to stop it, no matter what

Dick, Tim, Damian & Steph: I don't like killing and will go out of my way to avoid it in any circumstances, but will do it if there's no other way

Alfred and Jason: if you feel anything but recoil there might be something wrong with the gun

Wally’s Favorite 3

Cass: Someone call Wally to pick us up. I don’t trust Steph after she totaled the car.

Steph: *about to refute but pauses, looking at the broken care* You right. You right.

Duke: I don’t have his number yet. *looks around at his new siblings nervously*

Damian: Worry not, Thomas. I have place West’s number last night as The Red Head Richard Can’t Get.

Dick: Awe, Dami. That’s so sw- * realize what he said* Hey!

Duke: *looks so done* Impeding on my privacy must really be a bat thing.

Dick: Don’t worry, I got this. *calls Wally*

Barbara: *4 minutes later* He don’t got this.

Dick: *pouts* He’s not picking up.

Jason: He never picks up. *smirks* Special if its you.

Dick: *offended*

Tim: *just got off the phone with Wally* I don’t know what you guys are talking about. He always picks up for me.

All: Of course.

Dick: *torn between picking a fight over being the favorite and be terrified over Wally’s temper*

Wally’s Favorite 2

Nightwing: *walks in as Batman and with a new Robin-its Damian. Damian is the new Robin.*

Tim: *in shock and heartbroken* You didn’t even ask me…

Wally: *twitches* Kids bed. Now. I want to talk to your brother.

Nightwing: *flinches in fear* No kids, stay. Please stay.

Wally: *points to the stairs leading back up to the mantion* Go. Go!

Nightwing: *starting to panic* Stay. Stay!

Wally: Now! *starting to get angry*

Nightwing: *knowing this is going to end badly without any witnesses.* Cass, don’t move!

Cass: *looks between the two, shifting feet*

Wally: You go!

Nightwing: *grasping straws* Jason, stay!

Jason: *having a blast, snorts and slowly backs away with Tim*

Wally: *near the end of his rope* Get out of here!

Nightwing: *full panic mode* Don’t leave me!

Wally: You get out of here! *left angry behind and how is furious*

Steph: *is sending Barbara a text while cackling as she drag the newest bird out with everyone* Come on guys. Momma’s gonna beat dad’s ass.

Wally: *lets out a snarl once everyone is gone* RICHARD JOHN GREYSON!

Nightwing: *shrieks in fear*

Barbara: *is recording from the safety of her nest*

Wally’s Favorite

Wally & Alfred: *exchanging stories, going over mission reports and how much medical supplies is use by the Bat Family*

Bat Fam: *enters the Bat Cave, taking off their mask with verity of wounds. From a large gash on Jason’s chest to Cass’s broken nose*

Wally: *lets out a loud scandalous gasp* My baby!

Tim: *with only a tiny scrap on his chin, lets out a squeak as Wally picks him up and carries him away*

Bat Fam: *Blinks in confusion*

Jason: *looks at Cass* You see me?

Cass: *nods*

Jason: *looks at Steph* Can you see me?

Steph: Hell yeah, I can see you.

Damian: *looks at his competition in tired disgust before running after Wally and Tim* Wait West, I require medical assistance! My arm has been broken!

Dick: *stands frozen next to Batman* ….I thought I was the favorite?

Alfred: *raises a brow elegantly* My apologies young Master Richard but since when?

wayne manor home videos part 2

instead of shoving jason’s storyline into an already full young justice season they should just make a bat family animated show where it’s just batman and his kids dealing with their drama. I’d watch the shit out of that.

The girls compiled. Took quite some time to finish drawing but well it was worth it

Please I would like more billy spilling tea.(also this batkid au is so fun you are amazing)

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

(Thank you! I've had this idea for a while so I'm very excited to be able to yell about it!)

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Billy, half naked on top of Bruce Wayne's car: Superman punched Green Arrow today

Damian, getting out of Bruce Wayne's car: Oh?

Billy, slowly sliding off the car: It's cause he was bragging about the fact that he had sex with your dad

Damian:

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Billy, duct tapped to the wall: Robin stabbed Green Lantern and called him a little bitch, and now Hank is crying

Damian, duct tapping Billy to the wall: Good for Robin.

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Billy, covered in swamp water: Have you seen Damian?

Cass: *signing* No, why?

Billy: I need to tell him about how Barry accidentally poisoned Diana

Cass:

Cass: *signing* I am intrigued

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Billy, wearing a strangely fancy suit: Hi, Mr. Wayne sir, can you tell Damian that Hank and Iris are fighting at Denny's tommorow at three a.m?

Bruce:

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Billy, stuck in a sleeping bag: Superman said that Jon was an angel and Robin was going to burn in hell

Jon, also stuck in a sleeping bag: Nice

Duke, Damian, Cass: *Laughing*

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Shazam (Billy): Damian said you guys were over rated nerds

Shazam (Billy): Except Diana.

Green Arrow (Oliver Queen): Are you spilling tea, or delivering a message

Shazam (Billy):

Flash (Barry Allen): Don't answer that

art breeder edits i done

okay in order its jason, tim,duke,cass,dick, bruce, babs, steph, damian and i wanted to see how i could do talia so yeah.