Im Part Of The Batfandom Ofcourse I Know All Their Back Stories By Heart

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Tim’s mouth hangs open in shock, grip tightening on the steering wheel as Jason diverts his full attention toward the situation, phone long-forgotten. They share a brief look with each other—one full of confusion and anger and steadily mounting disbelief—before Tim is hastily unlocking his side of the car and stumbling outside.

“I can’t believe the little demon is being bullied,” Jason says, fists clenching as he joins Tim on the pavement.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell anyone.”

“What did you do.”

Whats this? My once a month post??? Its a miracle

Also, I have learned chewing on the tip of your Apple Pencil makes the tip not work, which makes drawing very hard, do not recommend.

Yet now, I find I've grown into a tall child 🌼

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Tim lets out a harsh breath, fiddling with the cord of his earbuds as the announcer proclaims their flight delayed by another three hours.

Damian looks up from his sketchbook, eyebags carved into olive skin as he shares a long-suffering look with Tim.

“This is ridiculous,” he says, none of the usual haughtiness in his tone. The kid is clearly exhausted—three flights from New York to San Francisco wearing away at his patience and leaving the bare-bones of his pride in its wake. Tim would poke fun if he wasn’t so dead on his feet himself.

“We can go get fries at one of the food courts?” He offers, because in the last thirty-six hours they’ve been traveling he swears he hasn’t seen the brat eat a single thing.

Damian ducks his head, sleep tugging at the corner of his expression as he sets down the graphite pencil in his hands. He’s drawing a sketch of Dick, smile lines and all. “I’m not hungry.”

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‘He’s just a kid, Bruce!’ His brother shouts, voice high and reedy with how unbelievably upset he is. Damian can hear their argument in perfect clarity despite the fact that they’re all the way downstairs, and it somehow leaves him feeling even more isolated than before—as if he were an animal confined to its cage.

‘He’s an assassin, Tim!’ Batman shouts back, and Damian knows deep in his soul that the words will haunt him for the rest of his life. If his own father doesn’t believe him capable of change, then what hope does he really have in being Gotham’s Robin?

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Damian’s feet move forward without much thought. He internally curses his child-like legs for moving so slow in such a dire moment, but despite the urge to slot himself in front of his brother and demand the wretch retract her touch, he cannot risk sprinting into action and making a scene.

He gets there in due time, stepping between the two just before the woman can lean in to ghost her cherry lipstick against Drake’s ear. His brother is entirely frozen, no trace of the sharp, well-spoken gentlemen that defends Damian from crude remarks anywhere in sight.

“Mrs. Barlowe,” Daman says pointedly, causing the woman to flinch. Good. She should be afraid. “My brother is not an object of pleasure for you to satisfy yourself with.”

when i was a kid, a new family moved into our neighborhood. my parents wanted to welcome them, so my dad made a bowl of salsa and went over with my mom to introduce themselves. the husband of the new family was very excited when he got the salsa—he was a professional chef and as such no one ever made food for him because they always assumed he’d think is was bad, just because he was a good cook.

the moral of the story: give your artist friends art! give your writing friends writing! and give your chef friends food! even if they’re “better” at it than you. i can assure you that they’ll love it regardless because it came from you.

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