I had a dream of Jason bullying his family for calling him hood.
Bruce: hood, I need you-
Jason: hood? Oh I see how it is. Call the guy from crime alley fucking hood. Just-
Bruce: your name is literally red hood.
Jason: another hood rat to you, huh B? I knew it!
Dick: not again :/
Tim: it’s not like we can call him red with me and Robin around in the same place. Like seriously we’d either have two reds or two robins.
Damian: that’s what happens when your naming abilities are uncreative at best -_-
Tim: bold words for the fourth Robin
Jason: Tim, Change your fucking name
Tim: What? Why?
Jason: yours is dumb, and I had the prefix "Red" first
Duke: He has a point.
Tim: Red Robin Was YOURS first
Jason: You and what proof?
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Jon: You have a cool sword
Damian: Thanks, my mother gave it to me
Jon: That's sweet, Dami
Damian, smiles at Jon and hugs him: Mine
Jason: I'm gonna call Joker to kill me with a crowbar again
Dick: This is scary
Tim: I feel so bad for Jon
Steph: Stop being so dramatic, they're a cute couple
Duke: At least he hasn't threatened to kill anyone
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“The what?”
Danny and Duke had been having a pretty okay day. Duke got a ridiculous packet to complete from his professor, and Danny tripped down the stairs in the library, causing a ruckus that got everyone’s attention.
So yea, everything was going well until they decided to push their luck and go to a new coffee shop a bit further away. It wasn’t the coffee shop itself, but the goons that came out of nowhere to kidnap Tim Drake-Wayne who was getting an order to go, which turned into a gang fight in the middle of the street.
Danny and Duke, along with Tim, ended up sheltered behind a car and missed the opportunity to bunker down inside the shop.
“Well, this isn’t what I planned today,” Tim comments.
“Same,” Danny agrees.
“Maybe we can wait it out?” Duke suggests.
The other two give a look that says that it was not going to happen.
“Rock, Paper, Scissors for peeking,” Danny says, already holding out his fist.
“Bet.”
They look at Duke.
Peer Pressure works and he groans with clear discomfort at the situation.
Duke loses. A bullet whizzes past his head.
“Nope! Nope. Not doing that again.”
Tim rolls his eyes at the dramatics, but with Danny still there he bit his tongue.
“What’d you see?”
Duke looks at Tim like he’s crazy.
“Lots of people with guns,” he answers hysterically.
“Need a hand?”
Red Hood had swung down from the nearest rooftop, hand gun in both hands. He pops off three shots before having to duck behind the car with them.
“Hood, what are you doing here? This isn’t Crime Alley,” Tim asks like they bumped into each other at the supermarket.
Hood shrugs, “Close enough.”
“Oh sweet, can I borrow that?” Danny randomly asks.
Before anyone can question what he was talking about he was already reaching out to take the handgun off of Hood’s thigh.
“Whoa-“
Danny turns to look over the car’s hood and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens.
The others pull him back quickly. He winces at the hard fall to his tailbone.
“Holy crap! Danny!”
“Dude, are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“What is wrong with you?”
“Hey!” Danny interrupts their freak out. “It’s not my fault his gun is broke.”
“The safety is still on, idiot,” Hood tilts his head.
“The what?” Danny asks in genuine confusion.
The three brothers all pause and look at him.
“The safety? On the gun? So there isn’t a misfire?” Tim explains. He was stuck between shocked and judgmental.
“This is why people who don’t know how to shoot shouldn’t touch guns,” Hood says in frustration while reaching to take it away.
Danny pulls it back out of reach.
“I know how to shoot, thanks. My parent’s weapons just don’t have safety things. I’m not used to it,” he grumbles.
“What do you-“
But Danny was already finding the safety and flicking it off before trying again. This time he hits two goons, one in the shoulder and another in the leg.
The batboys glance at each other.
“So,” Hood tries to be casual, “what do your parents do?”
“They’re scientists,” Danny answers, mainly focused on shooting another person dressed in a mask, “but they make their own weapons.”
“Are they by any chance mad scientists? Or borderline rogues?” Duke asks as half a joke.
“Of course not,” Danny answers. Then he pauses to actually think about it. “I don’t think so.”
“Cool. That’s fine.”
**
After that Danny had a few more ‘meet and greet’s with the local vigilantes and saw some lingering shadows around their apartment. They had the weirdest questions about his family.
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batfamily ages
as of April 2024
alfred: August 16, 1943-2019 (died at 76)
bruce: February 19, 1979 (45)
babs: September 23, 1992 (31-32)
dick: March 20, 1995 (29)
cass: January 26, 2001 (23)
jason: August 16, 2001 (22-23)
tim: July 19, 2004 (19-20)
steph: August 11, 2004 (19-20)
duke: August 13, 2006 (17-18)
damian: ???, 2010 (13-14)
i tried to be as accurate as possible to canon but some stuff just. isn’t ever revealed. the birth DAYS are what is generally accepted as canon but the years/ages are mostly up to interpretation. also i have no fucking clue when damian was born so
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