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DamFam Headcanons: Back To The Future

Notes: So since you guys liked Back to The Future so much, I thought that I could write out/explain some things about Damian’s family (which I’ve coined the DamFam™). Basically the next generation of the Batfam and what’s up with em’. This isn’t all the characters I could come up with/had in mind, but I didn’t want to bore you. =D

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DC Comics: Damian Wayne is 13/14 years old now. He was born in 2003. It’s 2017 now. We literally told y’all this in Supersons™. This is simple math.

Me: *not listening* Oh he’s still 10? A baby? A wee tot? Him and Jon are twins? Cool.

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.

The Batman comic book creators: okay we’re gonna change some stuff. Dick Grayson won’t be Robin anymore, he’ll be a new character called Nightwing™. We’ll give him his own comics and city it’ll be cool.

The fans: aw this is awesome! And the best part is that we don’t have to worry about those scaley green panti-

The fans: what in the hell is that?

The creators: that is… *cue dramatic music* the Nightwing™!

The fans: …

*time skip*

The creators: okay we know we made some mistakes with Nightwing. He’s cool but his suit is NOT. Give us a break it was the 80s. We’re gonna change up the suit and make him cool again.

The fans: oh this is great! We’ll finally be able to see nightwing in his full glor-

The fans: what is that?!

The creators: what’s wrong?

The fans: the hair? What is that hair?!

The creators: it’s not hip?

The fans: …no…it’s not

*time skip*

The creators: okay okay okay. We’ve heard the complaints and we totally understand. We’ll keep the suit cool as we did before. We’ll take away the mullet. We’ll make him just as cool looking as any other super hero. And we’ll keep him that way.

The fans: We don’t trust you but okay. As long as you get rid of the hair all should be-

The fans: …

The fans: Why? Is? He? Red?!

The creators: you don’t like the red?

The fans: no!!!

The creators: well now you’re just being picky

The fans: … *give up all sense of hope*

babs: i did nothing wrong

dick, sitting in her lap: i know this, and i love u


damian, slowly sawing thru the tape: this is cruel and i’m going to tattle as soon as i am free

ok but damian with a green lantern’s ring??? do you know how much fun he would have???

bruce being an asshole? “sorry father, but i think i’m going to become hal’s sidekick,,, he knows how to treat people right”

dick won’t let him drive the batmobile? “i’m going to tamaran and telling kori that u ate her yogurt when she told u not to”

tim being a little shit? “drake I will throw you into the sun with zero (0) regrets”

cass won’t let him try on her suit? “ok, guess who’s not going to see the northern lights next weekend? that’s right. brown. have fun telling her that she’s uninvited”

Kiss (Tim Drake x Reader)

Note: So, I was feeling particularly down today and decided to write this to try and cheer myself up a little. I think it turned out kinda cheesy, but I’m happy with it.
Word count: 397

Not tagging anyone in case of being a bother.

He smiles at you and with that, it is as if your hand moves by itself. Suddenly, Tim is leaning on your touch, humming and lifting his own hand to grab your wrist. He had told you before he liked it when you did unexpected things, and you have learned to take your chances in surprising him.

 “To be honest, I was expecting you to kiss me" he says bluntly, pressing his face against your palm “Not that I’m complaining, I, um, like this kind of greeting very…” A sigh that makes your heart flutter scapes his mouth and you continue to trace spiral figures on his cheek. He closes his eyes.

 He had been away for almost a whole week, with no  texts other than the ones to assure you he was alright, so you tell him:

 “I missed you" in a whisper.

He doesn’t open his eyes to look at you, but you are able to imagine the spark they have under his eyelids in the way small lines form at their sides “I missed you too”

 “Mmhm” you say, concentrated on how his thumb starts to move up and down, slowly.

You stare at him for a while, the length of his eyelashes doesn’t do much to cover the dark, deep spots under his eyes, which makes your stomach sink with worry. You know how messed up his sleep  pattern is and judging by how worn out he looks, he probably had been awake for at least forty eight hours straight, not counting the ones he spent on the plane. You decide to forget about the movie date and convince him to get to bed.

The sides of his lips curls upwards when you run your fingers throughout his dark hair, making you blush at the thought of how pretty he is. Tim opens his eyes to connect them with yours, a soft beam filling his sight as he watches your cheeks turn redder. He has a way of making your heart speed up that can’t be healthy.
He pulls you towards his chest with another smile.

 “You smell so good" He murmurs in your ear, his breath sending soft waves of an emotion you can’t quite describe down your spine. He smelled good, too, but that is the last thing you think about when he says with a giggle:

 “Can we kiss now?”

Not Somewhere in the Sky (Reader & Timothy Drake)

• You’re sixteen when your life ends, with a bullet and a bang. You’re sixteen when Red Robin fails to save the day. You’re sixteen with a life ahead of you, and now you’re dead.

• Dying is quick when it’s a bullet to your head. There’s no time to say goodbye, no final words, just your lips parting in a scream that remains frozen in time. You die and your body falls forward, having been hit from behind.

• In truth, you didn’t realize you died, because when you’re dead, you’re dead, and you aren’t alive to acknowledge your death.

• Which means, you don’t ever find out that your friend cradles you in his arms, your killer unconscious by his feet.

• Tim is seventeen when his world crashes down for what seems to be the millionth time. At seventeen you aren’t the first one he’s seen die. And you won’t be the last, but he could have stopped it, he could’ve saved you if only he’d been fast.

• But he didn’t save you.

• Sometimes when he doesn’t know what to do, he lays by your grave, and pretends you’re there too.

• “Kon’s gone Y/N, Bart is too.”

• “Stephanie is alive, I don’t know what to do.”

• And you never reply, because you’re dead, not somewhere in the sky.

• He always leaves a bundle of forget-me-nots, and you think it’s probably a coping mechanism. Except you can’t think because you’re dead.

• The boy who was your friend throws himself into work, drinking away his pain with a blend of caffeine. And you just lay in the ground, six feet under.

• But the days pass and he heals, he doesn’t heal quite right but everything is slotted in its place and he sleeps at night.

• Then one day comes when he finds a letter buried under piles of forgotten memories. The writing, faded in time, is eligible scribbles with dots on the i’s.

• Maybe it’s closure for Tim, or reopening a wound, but suddenly your death isn’t an accident and there’s something to do.

• Months later the case is closed and your death isn’t in vain.

• And forget-me-nots are left on your grave.

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