training to be robin

Frobin Fortnight Day 4: Childhood

Two Children, Two different paths. One was to become a Shipwright.

The other, to become an Archeologist.

And although their paths are different, their fates were destined to intertwine. One day, the boy was shown a wanted poster of the devil child Robin

told to protect the blueprints of pluton from her. As they both grew, so did their lives. There were tears.

There was happiness

But eventually, they met. Captured by CP9, They rode in the sea train Franky and his family created. Franky sacrificed himself to save robin, even though he didn’t even know her. As they sat in the train, Franky told her that just existing wasn’t a crime. As they began their whole journey, Franky grew closer to robin. Destroying the Blueprints, telling her she isn’t the bad person they say she is. Risking his life to save her from the bullets aimed at her and the giant elephant sword. Perhaps if they had met earlier, this never would’ve happen.


based off this post and Episode : Time of my Life (Johnny Bravo) 

DUDE I had this whole episode planned out in my head where if Jack was the girl instead. Jack at that time would’ve been in training period with Robin Hood (first episode) and somehow accidentally time travel to Johnny’s high school period. Jack would be forcefully put into school and try to fit in the teen crowd as he’s looking for a way back in time. Jack defends Skinny Johnny from the bullies and they become good friends at first and head towards romance. Later on, Johnny asks Jack out to the prom, Jack says yes making Johnny want to beef up for Jack before Prom. But Jack is taken back into this original time leaving Johnny to thinking he got ditched. Years later, Jack somehow time travels to Johnny’s time again and they finally have that dance. The End 

Instrumental songs that make me sentimental

“how’d you get a duck in the studio?”

“alright chill out al pacino you’ve been in one movie”

“are you gonna be one of the people that waves at the train station”

rip robin we’ll miss u and ur wittiness, among Many other things


Seeing the summoner and the Birb Prince, lil’ Birb mage misses his boyfriend Chrom. Still can’t get the said blue daddy though.  (╬ Ò﹏Ó)

C’mon, Alfonse and Kiran remind us of Chrobin ship, right? Anddddd….. I remember when I got a three star Robin…. Heheh h-heh…..

books about girls falling in love with girls

Style by Chelsea M. Cameron

Out on Good Behavior by Dahlia Adler

Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown

Our Own Private Universe by Robin Talley

Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee

As I Descended by Robin Talley

How to Make a Wish by Ashley Herring Blake

Dear Me by Robin Alexander

Training Ground by Kate Christie

Poppy Jenkins by Clare Ashton

The Gravity Between Us by Kristen Zimmer

Taking Flight by Siera Maley

The Road to Her by K.E. Payne

Suddenly by M.E. Tudor

Time It Right by Siera Maley

Because of Her by K.E. Payne

Dirty London by Kelley York

About a Girl by Joanne Horniman

I Don’t Remember You by Stephanie Lennox

It’s Our Prom (So Deal With It) by Julie Anne Peters

Gravity by Leanne Lieberman

Finding H.F. by Julia Watts

Breathing Underwater by Lu Vickers

Keeping You a Secret by Julie Anne Peters

Kissing Kate by Lauren Myracle

Far from Xanadu by Julie Anne Peters

Love & Lies: Marisol’s Story by Ellen Wittlinger

M+O 4EVR by Tonya Cherie Hegamin

The Sky Always Hears Me: And the Hills Don’t Mind by Kirstin Cronn-Mills


VIDEO: Robin Wright on ‘Wonder Woman’ - ELLEN

headcanon that duke either sleeps like the dead or not at all like,,, there is no in between and beacause of that he and tim end up spending a ridiculous amt of time together going over their cases or watching bad reality TV

Robin’s Nest: Part 16

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 1081

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 , Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

“That storm is pretty bad.” You glance out the window and can’t help but agree. Hurricane Renee had been on the news for days, and now that she had hit, she seemed determined to live up to her name.

           Unfortunately for you, this meant that your seven children were cooped up inside. The manor had become a complete mess between various board games, and one or two games of extreme hide and seek.

           So far, the casualties included a chandelier, a Ming vase, two of Bruce’s golf clubs, and Alfred’s blender. You’d left your children to the mercy of the butler and retreated to the library to find Helena staring out the window.

           Your daughter was a daddy’s girl and had been from day one. She was fierce, tough and outspoken, and she hated storms with a passion. More often than not, lightning and thunder filled nights found her in your bed with you and Bruce.

           Hurricanes seemed to be even worse. The usually rambunctious girl was sullen, and more than a little pouty. This was proved even further when she snuggled up to you. Dick, Jason, and Cass were your snugglers. Helena preferred her personal space.

           Never one to pass up an opportunity, you pull the girl close. Kissing the top of her head you say, “Don’t worry baby girl, Daddy will be home soon.”

           She sighs, “I hate business trips.”

           You smile, “You and me both.”

           “This was a long one.”

           You nod. Two weeks was a long time for Bruce to be gone. Typically, he skyped conferences, went only for a few days, or took the family with him. That hadn’t been an option this time.

           When midnight comes and goes without any word, you start to get anxious. Bruce’s plane had landed before the storm had really started. The closing off of streets had kept him from coming straight home, but he had still called to check in. But now, he wasn’t answering his phone and that worried you more than a little.

           You’re brought out of your thoughts when someone yells, “Code green.”

           Pushing your husband to the back of your mind, you spring out of your office chair and towards the clock. You turn the hands to your anniversary date, and make your way down to the cave. You find your Dick, Jason, and Cass suiting up, and raise an eyebrow in question, “And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

           Dick’s face is straight laced, serious as can be. A perfect imitation of Bruce’s. “The Riddler has cut power to the entire city. He’s offered a challenge, if someone can issue a challenge that can stump him, he’ll turn the power back on.”

           You bite your lip, before issuing your orders, “You’re not going out there alone.”

           You watch Dick’s and Jason’s eyes go wide, “Mom!” You listen as Tim turns in the computer chair to face you. You take a deep breath, “I said alone. Call in Wally and Barry.”

           You see Jason hesitate, “Dad …”

           “Isn’t here. You’re not going out there without a League member. Hell, I’ll call in Superman himself before I let you go out there alone. I know you’ve been doing this for years, but I’m still your mother. I have my limits.”

           It takes half an hour for the speedsters to arrive. Even then, you’re left with a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You watch them go before taking over Tim’s chair.

           You’d spent less and less time in the cave as the boys had gotten older. You imagined, you’d spend even less time there as your children got older. Tim would soon become the next Robin, his training was almost done, and then Helena and Damian would take over. Eventually, Terry would start his training, and that broke your heart. Your last baby was growing up, and it made you want to cry.

           It’s a long night. A very long night, with more close calls than you care to admit. By the time dawn breaks, the storm is still going strong, but your kids are back home. You tend to the cuts and bruises before sending them to bed.

           You’re on your fifth cup of coffee when you get a call from the hospital. There’s been an accident with your husband, and you’re needed. Now. You’re certain that your heart stops at the words.

           One look out the window tells you that you’re not getting anywhere right now. Between the winds, the flooding, and the damage from Riddler’s attack, you’re stuck. You’re forced to wait two days, before going to the hospital, alone.

           You arrive at Gotham general looking a mess. And you’re certain that at least one paparazzi had taken your picture. Still, you walk through the hospital with the authority of someone who’s family has donated enough money to build two new wings.

           You find your husband sleeping in the waiting room. He’s wearing scrubs of all things, and sprawled across several chairs. So of course, you hit him. He startles awake and stares at you while you rant, “How dare you Bruce Wayne. Not one freaking phone call. Not one. I thought you were dead in the morgue, or lying here in a coma. But no, I find you here dressed as though you just performed surgery. I have been worried sick.

           “I lied to our children. I said that you called, that you were stuck at the airport. How DARE YOU!”

           Bruce takes it all in stride, before pulling you in for a hug. He holds you while you cry, and says “I’m so sorry. They only had time for one emergency call, and I thought I asked them to tell you that I am okay. I am so sorry.”

           You take deep breaths to calm yourself, before asking “What happened Bruce? Why are you in a hospital?”

           He wipes his hands over his face, “I was driving home, when there was an accident. Someone spun out on the road, crashing into me before spinning into another car. The driver, and two passengers were killed. There was one other survivor. A twelve-year-old boy, his name is Duke. I was able to get him out, and get an ambulance out but there was nothing they could do for his parents, or the driver. I couldn’t leave him alone.”

           You sink down beside him, “What are you thinking Bruce?”

           He stares at you, “How would you feel about having and eighth kid?”

listen to me, all the grown up batkids are dating people who either have experience with kids (little siblings, kids, etc) or common sense right. And Damian hates it. It’s like he’s being double patronized and babied. They all call him kiddo, try to set “playdates” with other kids (“Harper your kid is five, and clone, I already know Jon you complete imbecile”), they snitch on his siblings if they see him pulling Stunts™ etc.

And then there’s Kyle.

Dick, walking into the batcave: hey Kyle, thanks for helping train Dami while I wa-DAMIAN WHAT THE HELL DID WE SAY ABOUT SWORDS WHAT ARE YOU DOING-

Damian: Rayner is making himself useful and projecting some dinosaurs and ninjas to assist me with my sword training

Dick, turning to Kyle: KYLE IS DOING WHAT?





Damian: to be fair with Rayner, Todd and I train with swords all the time,