timothy richards

anonymous asked:

If Dick was a girl you think the brothers are overprotective of her

Damian: “Really, Grayson? This has to be the worst one you’ve picked yet.”

Tim: “Just because a guy has red hair doesn’t mean you need to date him!”

Grayson: -_-

(I went a little overboard on this one. Ha. Yes, I believe everyone would be extra protective towards Dick if he were a girl. They are already protective of him now. Dating would be a lot harder for Dick. Not only because Bruce would freak out but because the brothers wouldn’t think anyone was worthy enough to date their sister. She would still try though. This was fun for me. Thank you for the interesting ask! -Adaminaart)

nonroe  asked:

Has Bruce ever caught you guys in a totally weird and crazy situation and then just walk away with a big 'noep, not dealing with that, nuh uh' expression?

Dick: “Very rarely, we have moments where none of us are arguing or trying to kill each other. I mean extremely RARE! I think these moments freak Bruce out the most.”

Tim: “It’s like he thinks something is off with the universe or he is in an alternative dimension. He just can’t handle it.”

Damian: “Tt.”

Jason: “Ha. It’s great seeing the look of confusion on the old man’s face.”

(To be honest, I’m pretty sure that once the initial shock has passed Bruce goes and gets Alfred and they just watch from the shadows to enjoy the peaceful moments where the boys get along. Anyway, classes have started back but I will still try to answer when I can. Thanks! -Adaminaart)

Hour One : It's Actually Ketchup

Prompt : “I can’t tell if that’s real blood or not.”

A/N : The first of 24 😉

Pairing : Jason Todd x Reader

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For some strange reason, Halloween was the day many psychopaths decide to come out and show their true nature. This meant Jason and the rest of the batfamily had longer patrols, and you only see them afterwards when you had to help Alfred patch them up.

“I’m really considering moving to Metropolis.” Dick grumbled, wincing in pain as he tried to move his fractured arm.

You threw him a stern glare, “Your arm’s broken, Golden Boy. If you try to move it then it’ll put you in even more pain. Unless you want to go through that, I highly suggest you stay still.”

“Jay, your girlfriend is being mean to me again.” Dick complained, laying his head down to try and soothe his headache.

You rolled your eyes as Jason chuckled and held an ice pack to his bruised eye.

“You’re such a child, Grayson.” Damian muttered from beside him.

“It’s better than being like you.” Tim said, adjusting the arm sling Alfred had just placed around him.

Damian sneered and was about to open his mouth and retort, but one look from Bruce silenced him.

“It’s been a long night, don’t argue with each other.” Bruce ordered, rolling his shoulders to get rid of the tenseness in his muscles.

“Babe,” Jason called, “can you wash my helmet?”

You raised an eyebrow and made your way over to his helmet, which had been thrown carelessly on the floor. “Why? Did you fall on your face again?”

“Jason fell on his face during patrol?” Tim gasped, “When?”

“I don’t think it’s any of your business, replacement.” Jason said, glaring at his so-called younger brother. “And you can’t talk, Dick told me you tore your pants once when you were Robin.”

“What the hell, Dick?” Tim exclaimed, swirling around to look at the the sheepish man. “Why did you tell Jason of all people about that? Why did you tell anyone in the first place?”

“Because it’s funny?” Dick said in a questioning tone.

“It does not surprise me that you did, Drake.” Damian cackled, “It only shows who the better Robin is.”

Bruce sighed, and rubbed his temple. Why did he decide to adopt so many kids—no, boys in the first place? All they brought along with them was destruction and endless arguments that usually resulted in violent brawls.

You chuckled as they continued to argue with one another, and bent down to pick up Jason’s beloved helmet. You gasped at the sight of a different shade of red sprayed and smeared all over the bright red color of the helmet.

“Jason!” You said, turning to your boyfriend with the look of utmost shock and held up the object in your hand. “Is that blood? I can’t tell if that’s real blood or not.”

Immediately heads turned his way, and Jason had the decency to look flustered at the attention he was given. “Y/N, I was paired with this pansy,” He said, motioning over to Tim, “do you really think he’d ever let me murder someone under his watch.”

Tim nodded while promptly ignoring the insult, “He’s right for once. It’s actually ketchup. Some kid dressed up as Red Hood at McDonalds didn’t like another person sharing his ‘costume’ so he decided to pick up a ketchup fight with Jason.”

“Thank God.” Bruce mumbled, shaking his head as he felt another migraine coming.

“Wait,” Dick injected, gesturing towards himself and an unhappy Damian, “how could you go to Mickey D’s without us?”

10 notorious Murderers

The following people are ten notorious murderers (8 serial killers, 2 terrorists) ordered by their birthday (youngest to oldest).

I’m posting four pictures of everyone (them as kid, random picture of them, police sketch, mugshot) and a short summary of their crime.


Timothy McVeigh

*23/04/1968
†11/06/2001

Timothy James McVeigh was an American terrorist. He is responsible for the Oklahoma City Bombing. He had two accomplices (Terry Nichols, Michael Fortier). With his bomb he killed 168 people.




Richard Ramirez

*29/01/1960
†07/06/2013

Ricardo Leyva Muñoz Ramírez, also known as the „Night Stalker“, was an American serial killer. He killed at least 14 people. He often used different weapons and didn’t have any specific targets.




Aileen Wuornos

*29/05/1956
†09/10/2002

Aileen Carol Wuornos was an American serial killer. She probably killed 7 men in between 1989 and 1991. She is one of the most notorious female serial killers.




David Berkowitz

*01/06/1953

David Richard Berkowitz, also known as „Son of Sam“, is an American serial killer. He killed 6 people and wounded 8. Today he is an Christian.




Richard Chase

*23/05/1950
†26/12/1980

Richard Trenton Chase, also known as „The Vampire of Sacramento“, was an American serial killer. In just one month he killed 6 people. He drank the blood from some of his victims, ate body parts or had sex with their dead bodies. 




Gary Ridgway

*18/02/1949

Gary Leon Ridgway, also known as „Green River Killer“, is an American serial killer. He killed at least 49 women and girls. He killed his victims after having sex with them. He strangled them to death. Then he had sex with their dead bodies. Sometimes he came back at night and had sex with them again or mutilated their bodies.




Ted Bundy

*24/11/1946
†24/01/1989

Theodore „Ted“ Robert Bundy was an American serial killer. He raped and killed at least 28 young women and girls and cut them into pieces.  He is one of the most notorious serial killers in the history of the USA.




Dennis Rader

*09/03/1945

Dennis Lynn Rader, also known as „BTK-Killer“ (Bind, Torture, Kill) is an American serial killer. He killed at least 10 people. Most of his victims were female.




Ted Kaczynski

*22/05/1942

Theodore John „Ted“ Kaczynski, also known as the „Unabomber“ is an American terrorist. In between 1978 and 1995 he sent 16 bombs to different people in the USA. With these bombs he killed 3 people and injured 23.




Andrei Chikatilo

*16/10/1936
†14/02/1994

Andrei Romanovich Chikatilo, also known as „Butcher of Rostov“, was a Soviet serial killer. He killed at least 53 people. He often raped his female victims.

A Home

Prompt: Batmom meets Jason Todd.
A/N: Next up is Tim Drake!

Living in Crime Alley was practically a death sentence. The strongest of adults couldn’t even survive there, so you doubted a kid could.

But that was before you met Jason Todd.

Usually, when Bruce went out on patrol, you stayed back in the batcave with a book and a hot cup of tea.

Ever since Dick left Gotham after a huge argument with your husband, the atmosphere of the whole manor was dimmer. With your baby boy all grown up, it made you miss being a parent. You missed raising someone, and you especially missed being called ‘mom’.

So when Bruce came home with a boy not much older than twelve, you had to blink to make sure you weren’t dreaming. 

By the amount of dirt on his clothes and the ribs practically poking out of his skin, you knew immediately that he couldn’t have come from a home. Or rather, a good one anyways. 

“Who’s this?” You asked softly, noticing how visibly weary the boy was due to being in an unknown environment. 

“You’re-you’re that rich lady my ma used to talk about!” The boy blurted out, not giving Bruce the chance to answer. He glanced unsurely up at the Dark Knight, slowly putting the pieces together. 

Bruce sighed and removed his cowl. If it was even possible, the boy’s eyes grew even wider, much to your amusement. 

“Welcome back, Master Bruce.” Alfred greeted, entering the batcave only to halt at the sight of the preteen. He raised an eyebrow. “And who may this be?” 

You stood up and treaded closer to the pair, carefully examining the boy’s expression.

You may have been brought up in a good neighborhood, but you knew all-too well about the people who weren’t as lucky. If they felt the least bit threatened, they would act on it. It was what they were used to do. 

“This is -” 

“My name’s Jason Todd!” Jason cuts in, glaring at Bruce. You smirked, admiring his boldness. Just a few seconds ago he was tense and anxious, but now that he was certain none of you were going to harm him, he was more at ease, though it was obvious that he was still cautious. “I don’t need anyone talking for me, Bats”

“Bruce,” You said, advising him to use your husband’s real name. His eyes flickered to you, and you smiled warmly, “It’s nice to meet you, Jason.”

Jason went blank for a moment before he slowly nodded, “Now I understand why my ma was so jealous of you.” 

Was. The smile on your lips disappeared. The thought of any kid losing a parent before they were old enough to fully take care of themselves hurt your heart. And by the anger hiding deep within his blue eyes, you knew that Jason was far from being like both Dick and Bruce. 

Jason had experienced things neither had ever had to experience. He had to do things to survive while Bruce and Dick were fortunate enough to have come from a good and stable family. 

“He’ll be staying with us from now on,” Bruce informed you and Alfred. 

“Until he’s legal, I’m sure.” Alfred said dryly, though you could tell that he was happy to have Jason here.

“That’s the plan.” Bruce nodded, cracking a smile. After joining his side, he took your hand and gave you a quick kiss. He asked, “Have you eaten yet?” 

“Of course I have.” You replied, glancing down at Jason who was observing everything around him. “Are you hungry, Jason?”

Jason’s eyes immediately lit up. “Do you have any chili dogs?”

You laughed and Jason found himself grinning along with you. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled, but there was something about you that made him…made him almost feel like a normal kid.

Since you and Bruce always seemed to make headlines, he’d read and seen you on the news a lot. He was never really curious about the two of you, only thinking that you were like every other rich snob in town, but now that he finally met you, he could tell that the Waynes were far from being like your normal billionaires.

“Chili dogs?” Alfred said, sounding quite offended by the boy’s choice of food. 

“How about we go get you cleaned up while Alfred prepares it for you.” You suggested, holding out your hand for Jason to take. 

Jason stared at it. If I’m gonna live here now, I’ll have to make an effort, he thought to himself.

He took in a deep breath and hesitantly slipped his hand into yours. The two of you locked eyes and you gave him an assuring squeeze.

“You better get cleaned up too, Wayne.” You told your husband sternly before leading Jason up to his new room in his new home. 

He finally had a home