batgirl iv

When Steph has had enough
  • Tim: This villain is dangerous.
  • Stephanie: Yeah, I know.
  • Tim: You sure you don't need any help?
  • Stephanie: I can handle it on my own.
  • Tim: But he almost took you out--
  • Stephanie: I can handle it.
  • Tim: Well, Steph, denial isn't just a river in Egypt.
  • Stephanie: You should know, you steer the boat.
  • Tim:
  • Stephanie:
  • Jason: Oooooooooh. OOOOOOOH. BURN! Street kids, up top! *high-fives Steph* That's what I'm talkin' about!
  • Bruce: I can understand your desire to fight alone, Stephanie. Your family links you to this problem. But you cannot let your dismal background play into this.
  • Stephanie: Yeah, my dismal background with a druggie mom and a criminal dad and yet I still manage to have better manners than you.
  • Bruce:
  • Stephanie:
  • Jason: *slow claps* Two for one, today is my lucky day! You, you special snowflake, YOU are sitting next to ME.
I think everyone else on the Bat team sort of views Clayface as a ticking timebomb. He is someone who is being reliable right now, Batman has put his trust in him, but he’s been a villain. He’s been a really bad guy in the past. The thing with Cass, her forming moment was killing Harper Row’s mother. It was the one time she actually killed and she views herself as still bearing that from the scar of that. So she sees herself as on Clayface’s level so there’s no condescension, fear or anything of Clayface. She takes him at face value and he also sees her pain, actually understands it in a way that the other members of the Bat family can’t because they have been more fully on the righteous path from the beginning. He understands that in a more real way. That is a connection that going back to the original pitch of this series and of this team, that was a relationship that I really wanted to build. That and it’s fun playing them off of each other. There are scenes coming up in the next arc that play into that, that I’m really excited about.
—  James Tynion IV on Cassandra Cain and Clayface’s relationship

Saw the Lego Batman Movie! It was amazing, adorable, and just as Bat-Family centric as I wish the live action movies were. I loved how it criticized the “dark and brooding loner” schtick Batman movies have had for like, thirty years now, bc that’s not really who Batman is. This is the man who is best known for adopting lots of sad orphans, after all.

And so, to further that point, if/when there is another Lego Movie, when Batman shows up I would ADORE it if he was accompanied by not only Dick and Barbara, but Jason Todd (Robin II), Tim Drake (Robin III), Stephanie Brown (Robin IV/ Batgirl II), Cassandra Cain (Batgirl III), and Ace the Bathound. Cuts to the Batcave would show a toddler Damian Wayne (Robin V) pouting bc he wasn’t allowed to go, due to the fact that he’s like three years old. Alfred carrying around an infant Terry McGinnis (Batman of “Batman Beyond”) is optional but would be much appreciated.

Basically a continuation of the deconstruction of the “loner Batman” thing by reminding people that Batman has a whole lot of kids and a dog. 


 I Found Other Voices That Could Say What I Was Feeling Better Than I Could

Detective Comics #953 - “League of Shadows Part 3: Kiss of the Dragon”
Written by James Tynion IV, 
Art by Christian Duce & Fernando Blanco 
Colors by Alex Sinclair With Allen Passalqua
Letters by Sal Cipriano

could have

Here’s some angsty Tim x Bruce family bonding! one shot no one asked for.

Inspired by Save Myself by Ed Sheeran.

I apologize in advance. 

Word count: 594

Life had already abandoned the girl’s body when he jumped out of his hidding place. A second too late.

The rest of the night seems blurry in comparison with the dying blond girl, falling into a pool of her own blood, all wasted youth and brightness.

He could have save her.

Tim knees give in, and suddendly, he’s curled in his own arms and legs, cursing the indiferent, rapid beat of his heart inside his chest. The shining light of the batcomputer bothers his eyes, so he lets his gaze fall to his gloved hands.

He sees the blood.

Her blood, he thinks, and his raven hair falls over his face, failing to hide his tears, but making it hard for Bruce to read his expression.

He would normally ignore it. He would push his emotions away, bottling them up until they weren’t important. Until he could get his attention on something else that seemed to matter at least a little more than himself. But that night is different.

Alfred says nothing as Tim’s whines fill the cave, and Bruce looks at him for help. He hands the cowl to Alfred and, unsure of what to do next, he places his hand on Tim’s shaking shoulders. The fabric of the suit is cold to the touch and the boy stays still almost instantly, maybe waiting for him to say something.

“We did all we could tonight, Robin”

“Bullshit. We– I could have save her” His voice sounds husky and angry, and Bruce tightens his grip.

“We can’t save everyone”

The words sound too familiar and they leave a rusted trace in his mouth. 

Maybe because they had been part of the mantra he repeated to himself every night. When thinking about Stephanie and her death body in a hospital bed. When thinking about Jason and the way his shattered body hanged lifeless in his arms. When thinking about Barbara, crippled, trapped for the rest of her life in a wheelchair. When thinking about all the people he could have saved, all the things he could have done better…

There is more tears and drowned cries for a while, before Tim speaks again, sounding broken:

“You think I don’t know that?” He pauses, taking a deep breath and pushing his hair back, his blue irises staring at Bruce’s as he furiously cleans the remaining liquid from his face with the base of his palm “It’s just… She was around her age”

And Bruce knows he isn’t talking about the girl they couldn’t save that night. He is talking about the girl they couldn’t save a while ago. His mind makes the connection almost inmediately, and he finds himself pushing his own need to cry away.

He thinks about Stephanie and the way her blond hair moved with the wind of the streets of Gotham at night, her rackety laugh echoing in his ears as she kicked and punched like it was second nature for her. 

He thinks about her –about all of them– and wonders how many times would he have to find himself trapped between devil and danger, between the major good and his personal good, and if would he ever let that stop him.

Tim eyes overflow with more tears and Bruce does something he doesn’t do regularly: he acts before thinking. His arms are around Tim now, making the boy rest his head on his shoulder, acepting the contact.

Still standing with pieces of the batman costume in his hands, Alfred whispers:

“You can’t save anyone if you don’t save yourselves first”