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Reblog and Jason Todd will show up at your house (NAKED) to show you how to play with his…guns

Ignore if you worship The Joker.

Aright

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That "Lmao this is tim we're talking about" fucking kill me

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🌺Tim Drake?

((for a second i wasn’t sure how to make ‘one with nature’ angsty but then i was all like, ‘lmao this is tim we’re talking about’)) 

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Tim wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting out here. While he’d always lived ‘next door’ to Wayne Manor and the extensive grounds around it, he’d never really explored them. 

Not until now. 

Now, meaning that he lived in Wayne Manor. Now, meaning that his original family was dead. Now, meaning that all his friends were dead. Now, meaning that he didn’t know how long he’d even be welcome in Wayne Manor. 

Bruce was dead. Or, ‘dead.’ He still wasn’t sure how much was wishful thinking and how much was the truth. But he still wanted to look for him. Still wanted to get Dick on his side. Still wanted to be Robin and find him. 

But he wasn’t Robin anymore.

And with Bruce dead, or lost, or otherwise impossible to get back, he was an orphan again. Not according to the press, of course–not with someone running around with Bruce’s face. 

He wondered if that was part of why he was so set on finding Bruce. Had so much trouble believing he was dead. 

(Or maybe it had something to do with Bart and Stephanie and Conner and his parents.)

So, here he was. 

In the manor grounds, in the thickest patch of trees he’d been able to find. In the place people would be least likely to look for him. After all, it wasn’t his usual hiding spot, or his usual place to release stress. It wasn’t his room, or his bike, or half across the city to do an unauthorized patrol and remind himself that he was still good. That he was still worthwhile, good for something other than just behind the scenes work. 

He’d had his fill of behind the scenes work. Maybe once, he’d been happy with that. Taking pictures and following Batman and Robin–that was fine, before. But he’d worked so damn hard to be good enough. 

They were equals now, Dick had said. 

If that was the case, then Dick should have given him time to give up Robin when he was ready to–just like Dick had. 

Instead, he’d given the mantle to Damian. 

Maybe it was the right thing to do. After all, all of Tim’s friends had died. He was pretty sure that anyone with eyes could see that he was depressed, maybe worse. Robin had been the last thing that had given his life meaning, the last thing Tim had that made him feel needed. 

Dick took it away. 

Maybe this was a hint. 

Bruce had been the last consistent authority figure in his life. With him gone, a part of him had hoped that Dick would take his place. 

Instead… 

Maybe this was Dick’s way of telling him that he wasn’t wanted. His way of telling Tim that he was too far gone. Too messed up to keep playing vigilante. Dick didn’t believe him. The new Robin hated him–had tried to kill him. The superhero community wouldn’t even listen to his theory. Most of his closest friends were dead or had betrayed him–Stephanie by faking her death, Dick by taking Robin when he needed it most. The friends that were still around didn’t believe him, either. 

Tim hung his head, sitting forward until it rested between his knees. 

There wasn’t anything left for him here. Not even the manor grounds, the one place he’d left unexplored for so long. 

And yet…

He almost appreciated it for one thing. Almost. When he was this separate, this isolated from the people he thought he could depend on, he didn’t have to worry about anyone but himself. 

It was probably for the best. 

And while he’d never been one for nature, it gave him the faintest prick of an idea.

Robin had given his life meaning. Without Robin, he had limited options. 

He could die. And while he still saw a tombstone in his five-year-plan, he didn’t think that was what Bruce needed him to be. Not yet, anyways. Not without a good enough cause to die for. 

Or–and this was nothing but a far-flung hope, and he knew that–He could find Bruce. With Bruce back, he could have Robin back. He could have his life back, his impulse control back–he would be okay again. Or as close to okay as he’d been in a long time.

But he wasn’t Robin right now. He couldn’t be Robin to find Bruce. 

Isolation, he thought, looking at the trees for a full square mile ahead and behind him.

No one believed him, anyways. No one was willing to help him. No one was willing to consider the alternatives and give Batman–the man who had defied the odds a million times before–the benefit of the doubt. 

Tim didn’t need to be Robin to believe that Bruce was alive. 

He just needed to be someone who could prove it. Who could find him. 

And if that meant he was on his own, so be it. 

Mood

Dick: *points at Bruce* Dis a bat

Dick: *points at Jason* Dis a bat

Dick: *points at Barbara* Dis a bat

Dick: *points at Damian* Dis a bat

Dick: *points at Duke* Dis a bat

Dick: *points at Steph and Cass* Dis a bat

Tim: *pointing to himself* Disappointment.

Dick: TIM NO!

you can tell a lot about someone based on their phone background. it shows what’s most important to them

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Tim: hey dick check it out, I found my old journal!

Tim [reading]: bad news, jason is back from the dead and tried to kill me… he used to be my hero but now he hates me and murders people

Good news, jason is alive! Maybe he and bruce can make up and be a family again!

Bad news, my dad died. I’m officially an orphan

Good news, Bruce adopted me!

Bad news, Bruce is usually emotionally unavailable

Good news, that’s how my parents were so I’m used to it!

Bad news, conner died… and Stephanie… and Bart

Good news, at least Dick is still here!

Bad news, Bruce disappeared. Dick *replaced* me with the demon brat. He doesn’t believe me when i say Batman isn’t dead, he thinks I’m crazy… I’m starting to think maybe i am

Good news, well i… i can’t think of any good news… but there must be something, right? There’s still something to be happy about, there has to be…

Tim [chuckling nervously]: this is a little darker than i remember

Dick: stop and let me hug you for eternity

I ❤💛💚💙💜 it

danny fenton: -wears a shirt to the water park -accidentally uses the womens restroom -“i would tell you to use the mens room but i dont think you qualify” -chest occasionally bulges in his ghost suit -is a trans boy

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LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

God what a fucking mood there

Tim: Hello, I was told I have to make an introductory video for myself. My name is Red Robin, formally Robin III until some malignant demon spawn usurped my position.

Dick (filming): *ahem*

Tim: Right, so my talents are martial arts, detective work, computers and basically anything else people magically need done and I'm the only one available. My hobbies include being bitter and screaming into the void.

Dick: anything else?

Tim: No

Dick: *concerned big brother*