In Bruce's phone, he keeps the contact photos for all his kids as their baby pictures (or the closest approximation that he has).
Dick's is a photo of him when he'd first designed his Robin costumes, smiling ear to ear as he proudly showed off his first hand-sewn prototype.
Jason's is a picture Alfred got of the boy sitting on Bruce's shoulders while they went over a case.
Tim is him fast asleep in the middle of taking notes on his first real mission (he wanted to impress Bruce really bad).
Damian is a polaroid he got from Talia of him when he was about a year old, teething on a mango seed as he sat on the floor of his mother's room.
Cass is entirely blacked out except for her big bright eyes that can be seen in the darkness-- Bruce thinks it's the cutest photo ever.
Even Babs has hers set to a photo of her with her first computer, grinning happy as she probably hacked into a federal database somewhere. He got that photo from Jim.
Likewise, of course, Alfred's (very bareboned) smartphone that he barely uses has Bruce's contact set with a photo of him playing in the snow as a little boy.
We need another Tim Drake focused comic where he gets to solve a cool mystery while being reminded of his dorky boyfriend every few panels and having cute flashbacks to their gay fluffy moments
I think completely by accident, members of the JLA realize that making Bruce hold their baby pretty much guarantees the child will pass out and sleep soundly. And when Bruce asks them where they think they're going they tell him which fridge the milk is in and remind him he doesn't sleep anyways. But they do, and desperately need some.
Also it's really funny before the kid falls asleep to watch Batman trying to talk while a baby grabs his face and interrupts consistently until Bruce looks at it.
when Clark was a baby and first learning to walk, Jonathan would always follow close behind with his arms out, ready to pick Clark up the second he tripped and fell (as all babies do when learning how to use their legs)
30 years later, when every time he watches his boy—Superman—leap from the front porch and take to the sky, he still feels his arms twitch with the urge to reach out and catch, just in case. even if it’s unlikely that Clark will ever fall again.
Tim, sprinting into Jason’s room, sticking in all directions, looking around with wide eyes.
Jason, on his bed reading a book: What the fuck are you doing?
Tim, quickly looking behind him and back at Jason’s bed: If he asks I’m not here.
Jason: What?
Tim, sprinting so fast he trips back and slides under semi under Jason’s bed. He doesn’t quite make it all the way through, instead having to awkwardly shuffle under: I’m. Not. Here.
Jason: What the fuck.
Dick, dressed in a suit but with a long worm-on-a-string around his neck: WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?
Jason, immediately pointing under the bed.
Dick, grabs something and yanking it out: FUCKER. WHERE ARE MY TIES.
Tim, already struggling: YOU GAVE ME PEPSI. I ASKED FOR COKE.
Dick: I HAVE A MEETING TODAY.
Tim: SHOULDVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT SOONER BITCH.
Jason, turns another page.
feels nice to draw again c: did some rendering!!
reading an 80s comic is just like *cold war propaganda* *some of the best writing you’ve ever seen in your life* *cold war propaganda* *racism* *extremely progressive social commentary* *cold war propaganda*
Guess who finally watched the Batman movie and right after this read a bunch of Fanfics, where they throw a young Robin/Dick Grayson at Battinson
…It’s me
and I’m gonna do that too^^
Every summer I forget how much I fucking love spiders I’ve drunk one every day this week
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