i love my batfamily

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Jason needs some love

Based on [this]

(thank you for making that, and maybe some other artist has done this before but this is my first time making full color one huzzah!
also big thanks to @inkydandy for being such an inspiration in comics like this)

bonus :

It highkey upsets me when people erase Jason and Tim’s friendship like?? Tim is canonly Jason’s favorite member of the batfam, and they can relate on a ton of shit. He hated him at one point, but he got over it, and Tim was helping him even when Bruce and everyone else saw him as an enemy. It’s even shown a bit in the New 52 RHATO. I’m really hoping they explore it more when Tim comes back in September.

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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Are we not going to talk about these two lovestruck fools grinning at each other like little kids? I’m not over it, I don’t care if it’s been 3 weeks.

Good morning! A list of things Damian has done this year:

  • Saturday, 9 January: Found an old photo album in one of the attics, re-hid it in the second downstairs study. (If Pennyworth keeps to his current cleaning schedule, he’ll discover it on June 26. Father will need something nice that day. It’s the anniversary of his parents’ death.)
  • Wednesday, 13 January: Heard Tim complaining that Bruce wasn’t spending enough time with him lately, provoked a fight, got both himself and Tim grounded, stayed in his room for the entire week so that Tim could spend time with Bruce alone. (Got to punch Drake in the face. Satisfactory day.)
  • Friday, 19 February: Ran into Jason during patrol, noticed he was acting strangely, exaggerated his death/resurrection struggle to make Jason talk through his feelings about his own experience. (Todd is only willing to talk about it when he thinks the conversation is for Damian’s benefit. Now he’s aired out those pent-up emotions. And Damian managed to slip some coping advice into the discussion of “their” problems. Todd never suspected he was being played. Idiot.)
  • Monday, 7 March: Found a workable method to make Tim sleep– wait until he’s is in his room and ask him to watch the cat. (The cat falls asleep in Drake’s lap, obviously preventing Drake from getting out of bed himself. He sleeps. It’s a miracle. Hallelujah.)
  • Thursday, 24 March: Noticed Dick was in a bad mood, asked him to make breakfast, drive Damian to the art store, and help him with a case. (Grayson is a disgusting do-gooder that’s happiest when he’s taking care of someone else. Damian can’t believe he fell for it. As if he has ever, in his entire life, needed help with anything.) Pretended to fall asleep on Grayson’s couch so he could stay the night.

So this is bc my lil bro ask me to put makeup on him time ago and he was so cute that I need to relate with Damian and Cass. Actually I tend to relate everything what my baby brother do with Damian ‘cause they are same age.lol 

And I don’t think I want to finish this(?) but I want to post it anyway. 

I love the idea of a future AU where the grown-up Gotham Girl Gang are the main heroes of Gotham. Cass, Harper, and Steph are Batman, Batwoman, and Nightwing respectively. Some thoughts and ideas;

-At some point in his late teens Damian has a massive identity crisis and decides that he doesn’t want to be Batman, he wants to be something else, to make his own role. Bruce has never been prouder of him.

-Everyone realises at around the same time that it feels like Cass was always meant to be Batman, and she’s happy to step up when Bruce retires to become more of a stay-at-the Watchtower strategist. (Barbara jokes that Bruce can be her sidekick, and Bruce seriously considers it.)

-Harper’s Bluebird again, after she figured out what she wanted her day job to be. With a lot of change going on in the batfamily, she musters the courage to ask Kate if anyone else is in line for the Batwoman mantle. Kate is thrilled because she’s always liked Harper, and sees quite a bit of herself in her.

-When Steph takes over Nightwing everyone is a little surprised. Babs asks her if she’s outgrown the Batgirl title or something, and Steph just shrugs, although she’s already wondering how well the costume will fit Nell Little, a teen who’s leading the remaining street Robins.

-On their first official patrol together, Harper asks Kate if the costume comes in blue. Pretty soon Kate and Harper are the Red Batwoman and the Blue Batwoman. For ages Tim and Steph call them Player One and Player Two.

-With Damian and Duke joining most of the other batkids in the wider superhero community, Wayne Manor is pretty empty for a few months. Cass had been adopted for a while before she felt comfortable living there, and Harper had been dating Cass for a while longer before she felt comfortable living with her. Harper’s brother Cullen needed less persuasion to move in.

-Steph and her mother Crystal have their own houses, but both have rooms in the manor and an invite to stay whenever they want, as does the new Batgirl Nell. Crystal and Bruce are surprised how well they get on. And what with Julia, Kate, and the rest of the rather substantial batfamily dropping in fairly frequently, and Bruce making an effort to come back to Earth and sleep from time to time, Alfred can’t remember the last time the house felt so alive.

-And so Cass, Harper, and Steph become the new faces of justice in Gotham. They still patrol together all the time, just like they did as the Gotham Girl Gang. Cass likes a Batman suit with a smidge of yellow on it. Steph adds a dash of purple to the Nightwing design. Eventually they adopt a Robin, who’s basically a sidekick for all three of them.

-Steph hangs an oil painting of herself on a horse in Wayne Manor’s front hall, to see how long it takes Bruce to notice.