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corneliaavenue-ao3 · 1 year

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I Go On Too Many Dates (It's Miserable and Magical)

Of all people Lavender forces Ron to go on a double date with, it has to be his baby sister and her stupid boyfriend?

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It was all Lavender’s fault.

“Sorry, mate,” Ron grumbled to Harry as they were putting away the practice balls after a Saturday afternoon Quidditch practice, “Can’t join you for dinner tonight because Lavender’s making me go on a date.” Harry’s face grimaced in sympathy. “A double date, with Ginny and Dean.” Harry’s eyes widened at this.

“Oh,” coughed Harry, “I’ll find Hermione then. You guys have fun.”

So now instead of eating dinner with his best mate after a successful Quidditch practice and stuff his face with chicken pot pie, he was headed down to the kitchen to fill a picnic basket with cold turkey sandwiches so he, his girlfriend, his little sister, and her stupid boyfriend could all pretend this was better than eating a warm dinner at the Great Hall. Lavender had the rather stupid, but in her mind brilliant idea during a Transfiguration lesson that they should go on a double date with his sister of all people. And his sister’s stupid boyfriend happened to be sitting next to Lavender when she had this idea and enthusiastically agreed.

He watched as Ginny fervently talked with Dean, probably reenacting one of them many goals she scored on him today in practice. Ron wished he could talk to Lavender about Quidditch, but she thinks it's boring to talk about. She was only interested in the personal lives of Quidditch players.

Lavender was going on and on all about the latest scandal that was reported in this morning’s edition of Witch Weekly. Some famous singer was seen leaving the Leaky Cauldron with the guitarist of the Weird Sisters when just last week she was seen at a bar in Holyhead with the seeker of the Harpies.

Ron liked Lavender’s mouth best when it was used for snogging, not gossip.

The two couples made their way to the kitchens, and Ron tried his best to ignore the warm, inviting smell of dinner in the Great Hall as they passed the main entrance, going down the stairs that lead to the Hufflepuff Common Room.

“And how exactly did you know how to sneak into the kitchens?” Dean asked Ginny.

“Ah, a lady never tells her secrets.”

“Was it Fred and George?”

“I believe I just told you that a lady never tells her secrets,” Ginny said as she tickled the pear at the entrance of the kitchens.

If Ron thought the smell of dinner was strong, it was nothing compared to the aroma that was coming from the tiny ovens the house elves were cooking at.

This was an awful date idea.

“Alright!” Lavender said, rallying the group, “Ginny and Dean, can you make some sandwiches for all of us, Won-Won, can you go get a picnic basket, and I will be in charge of dessert!”

A picnic basket. Easy. He could do that. Maybe he could also find a bottle of Winky’s firewhiskey if he was lucky as well.

Ron looked around the kitchen for a sign of any type of basket he could use. He saw a crate that could possibly work in the back by the sinks, but then he recognized Kreacher washing the dishes, so he decided that he could find a different option.

“Harry’s Wheezy!” Ron turned around to see Dobby wearing a sweater that he assumed Hermione must have knitted running up to him. “You look like you need some assistance. How can I help?”

“Do you have a basket by chance?” Ron asked the eager elf.

After obtaining a perfect picnic basket and dropping it off at the table Ginny and Dean were at, Ron slowly sauntered his way back to the free house elf.

“Hey, Dobby”

“Yes, Harry’s Wheezy?”

Ron was proud of himself for resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

“Do you happen to have any more of the chicken pot pie that is served tonight?”

“Yes! Anything for Harry’s Wheezy!”

Dobby led Ron back further into the kitchen where there was just one pot left. With a talent that only a Weasley could have, Ron attempted to scarf down the hot dinner before anyone took notice of his absence.

“Where did you get that?” Ron heard his sister ask from behind him.

“Dohhby” muffled Ron, as his mouth was currently full.

“Do you think there is more? We had a 2 hour Quidditch practice today. A cold turkey sandwich isn’t exactly going to cut it for me.”

“Nope,” Ron swallowed the food in his mouth. “There was only one left. And he said he would only get it for, and I quote, “Harry’s Wheezy”. And since I am Harry’s Wheezy, not you, I get the chicken pot pie.”

Ginny gave Ron a look of confusion, “I don’t think I want to know what that even means.” Ginny turned on her heel and went back to Dean and Lavender who were finishing up packing the homemade sandwiches up at the front of the kitchen.

“You’re just jealous that I am Harry’s Wheezy not you!” Ron shout-whispered after her. Ginny waved her middle finger at him as she walked away.

By the time Ron finished his good dinner for the night, Lavender was just closing up the picnic basket.

“Perfect timing Won-Won! Let’s go find a place to eat!”

The group found an alcove near the Hufflepuff Common Room with a small table to sit at. They ate their dinner (or Ron’s second dinner) of cold turkey and cheese sandwiches and luke-warm pumpkin juice. Ron ignored Ginny’s glare at him when he said he was full after his meal.

“But we are not done yet!” Lavender said, pulling a box from inside the picnic basket. “I got some sugar cookies and frosting! I thought it would be fun for us to decorate cookies!”

Kill me. Ron thought.

“Tadaa!” Ginny said, brandishing her cookie 20 minutes later. Her cookie was decorated with the three Quidditch rings with a snitch floating between them.

“Fantastic artistry, Miss Weasley,” Dean critiqued. “But you do realize you currently play chaser not seeker?”

“Yes, yes. But a quaffle is just a giant brown blob, I wanted something with a little more artistry.”

“You want to see some real artistry?” Dean challenged, pulling out his own cookie. It was a realistic golden Gryffindor Lion on a scarlet background. Ron looked around, swearing they did not even have that color of red frosting with them.

Ron looked down at his own cookie. He had just frosted it bright orange and wrote CHUDLEY CANNONS in big font. Or he attempted to. He misjudged the amount of letters in comparison to the amount of space on the cookie, so the C’s were hilariously large compared to the skinny, curled Y and S he had to make to fit it all on the cookie.

At least Lavender’s cookie was a simple drawing of the night sky.

“It’s a depiction of the night sky from the night I was born. Professor Trewlawney says that it is important to memorize the stars from important dates because they will foresee the future,” Lavender explained. Pausing, she turned to Ron next to her, batting her blue eyes up at him, “Do you know when my birthday is, Won-Won?”

Shit, no.

“Uh -”

“Do you guys want to play a game of Exploding Snap?” Ginny asked. “I am sure that the Hufflepuff’s keep a deck around here somewhere.”

Merlin Bless little sisters. Ron made a mental note to himself to get Ginny a nice present from Honeydukes the next time he makes a trip to Hogsmeade.

“You aren’t going to get too competitive are you, Ginny?” Dean asked. “Last time we played you just got super angry at me for not playing correctly.”

“I got mad at you because we were on a team and you took way too long to place a card down, Dean. We kept losing to Seamus of all people.” Ginny got up from the bench and crossed over to a cabinet in the back nook, pulling drawers open at random and digging through them, searching for a deck of cards.

“Isn’t it Seamus’s thing to have things blow up in his face?” asked Lavender.

“He doesn’t do it on purpose!” Dean defended his best friend.

“I never said he did. But just last week in Charms, we were working on making water go through all of the phases of the water cycle, and he somehow turned snow into fire.”

Lavender and Dean’s bickering was interrupted by a terrified screech that came from Ginny behind them. Ron turned and found a tall, dark haired man standing over Ginny.

“Hello Ginny,” the man said slowly walking his way towards her, “I know you have missed me.”

Ginny stood frozen in her spot, gaping up at the man. Eyes widened in fear. Ron stood up, hand gripping his wand from within his pocket. Looking around, Ron noticed that Ginny’s wand lay across him on the table. She was defenseless against this stranger.

“I know I missed you,” the man continued, reaching a hand forward to brush back a lock of Ginny’s hair. “I wish you still wrote to me. We used to talk everyday. Granted you always said the most stupid of things.”

Oh Shit. This random person was a boggart. This was Tom Riddle.

Ginny slowly backed herself away from Tom, but doing so backed her into a corner. Tom continued to walk towards his sister, mocking her.

“Tom, you’re my only friend. Tom, you are the only one that truly gets me. Tell me, Ginny, are all the friends and boyfriends you have had throughout the years filled the hole in your soul that I left? Or are you still just as alone as you were at the age of 11? Because I am the only one that truly gets you, remember? I know just how unloveable, irritating, and lonely you are,” Tom said, punching each word in emphasis.

Ron sprung up into action. He pulled his wand out from his front pocket of his robes, knocking his cookie on Lavender’s lap in the process. Ignoring his girlfriend’s shriek, Ron shot forward. He wasn’t sure if boggarts could enact the same harm as the real thing, he wasn’t all that focused on Professor Lupin’s lesson, but the first Tom was only a memory shoved inside a diary. If that thing could possess his little sister, who's to say that the boggart couldn’t do the same thing?

“Oi, dick head!” Ron shouted at the boggart. Tom spared a glance back at him before turning back to Ginny.

“Little Ginevra, still so weak she needs someone else to fight her battles for her?” Tom grinned down at her. “Is Harry not here to save the day? The best you can do is one of your many older brothers? Pathetic.”

Ron did not take well to being called pathetic by his sister’s own boggart. He stepped in front of Ginny, blocking her from Tom. Tom’s face gave one final smirk before shifting into something more hairy with beady eyes. An Arogog sized spider replaced the spot where the young Dark Lord used to stand. Ron may have known it was coming, but still facing your greatest fear is still scary.

Taking a deep breath, Ron cast a quick spell.

Riddikulus.

The giant spider’s legs folded into itself, forming a pretzel. Ron didn’t have the energy to laugh at the comical spider in front of him. He just shoved it back into the cupboard that it came from. Some random Hufflepuff can deal with it, any luck and it would be Zacharius Smith’s problem.

Ron turned back to his sister. Ginny just stared at the spot that the giant spider disappeared from, Ron saw a look in Ginny’s eyes that he hadn’t seen since Egypt.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to get someone? Hermione? Luna? Harry?” Ron asked.

Ginny shook her head no. “Can we just go to Madam Pomprey and get some Dreamless Sleep Potion?” Ginny asked in a small voice.

“Of course,” Ron said without hesitating. Ron turned to Lavender and Dean. “Can you guys clean up, I’m going to take Gin to the hospital wing.” And without waiting for a response, Ron wrapped his arms around his baby sister and led her away from the boggart in the cabinet. Dean called after Ginny, but she did not look back, eyes locked on the ground in front of her.

Quietly, the two siblings walked up to the hospital wing. Ron kept wracking his brain for something comforting to say to her, but he knew whatever he said was probably going to be stupid and not helpful. Hermione did tell him he had the emotional range of a teaspoon.

Ginny was the one to break the silence as they rounded the corner to the hospital wing.

“Thanks for getting rid of him,” Ginny mumbled.

“Hey,” Ron responded, “You’ve always called me an overprotective git, it’s finally time I did something to earn that title.” Ginny didn’t laugh like he was expecting her to. Instead she was looking down at the ground, rather fascinated with a speck of dirt on her shoe.

“I just froze.” Ginny eventually said, “I froze and then I just ran away.”

“Ginny, no one expects Lord Voldemort to pop out of the cupboard when they are on a double date. And those that do either belong at Saint Mungos or in Azkaban. And sometimes running is the brave thing.”

“Thanks Ron. I really owe you.”

“Nah, you saved me from Lavender for not knowing her birthday, and I saved you from a boggart of Voldemort, I’d say we are pretty even,” Ron said, bumping into her.

“Prat,” Ginny responded, smiling for the first time since they left the alcove. “Can you just wait here, I will be out in just a moment.”

Ron swayed awkwardly outside the giant oak doors of the Hospital Wing. He hated this part of the hospital because he was never here for a good reason. He had spent many hours pacing this hallway waiting for access to visit Harry after one of his many injuries or in his second year waiting for Madame Pomfrey to finally let him visit a petrified Hermione. He subconsciously rubbed the scars along his arms, remembering last year when he had to spend quite some time in the hospital wing as well. And now he is here because his sister was retraumatized by Lord fucking Voldemort.

Ron’s thoughts were interrupted by Ginny bursting through the doors and storming right past him.

“Wait! Ginny, slow down!” Running to catch up with her. For someone so short she should not be able to walk that fast. “What happened?”

Ginny turned quickly on her heel to face him, fire in her eyes. Ron took a step back in fear that his own snot was about to attack him. “She!” Ginny stabbed a finger in the direction of the Hospital Wing, “Won’t give me any. Because apparently there is a risk for dependence on the damn Dreamless Sleep Draught and I have exceeded my limits. So unless I want to spend the night in the hospital wing, I can’t have any more. I can’t imagine anything more mortifying than having to spend the night in the Hospital Wing because of the possibility of some fucking nightmares.”

Ron had seen Ginny at all stages of her life, watched various temper tantrums, seen her cry tears of joy, sadness, and frustration, but he had never seen her so frustrated and yet so fragile.

“Ginny, how many nightmares have you been having?”

“Ugh,” Ginny groaned, flinging her red hair over her shoulders, “O.W.L.s just have me stressed! So I take it to help me sleep! It’s really no big deal, okay?” Giving Ron a very pointed look that if he followed up with more questions, his boogers were going to attack his face.

Ron took a deep breath, and contemplated his next words. He was always told he never thinks before he talks, but he is trying to work on it. “If,” Ron cleared his throat, “If you do want to ever talk about it, I will be all ears. ‘Kay?” He gave his little sister a look to say please don’t hex me.

Ginny took a big, slightly overdramatic in Ron’s opinion, sigh. “Okay,” Ginny agreed. “Let’s go back to the common room, and um, hopefully avoid Dean. Not exactly looking forward to explaining this one,” Ginny said quietly, fingers running through her hair with frustration. A habit, Ron noted, that both she and Harry shared. Ginny turned to Ron, eyes wide, “Please don’t say anything to him.”

The last thing Ron wanted to do was talk to Dean Thomas about his relationship with his sister, so that was not going to be a problem for him. “Promise.”

The two made the rest of the way back to the common room making jabs at each other’s decorating abilities. Ginny’s spirit improved slightly after Ron’s joke about the balls on Ginny’s cookie she decorated.

“Look who's talking! Your Chudley Cannons cookie was almost as bad as the Chudley Cannons themselves.”

Ginny quickly gave The Fat Lady the password and stumbled into the common room. “There is a step there, Dumbass!” Ron called after her.

Ginny threw up her middle finger back at him, “Night, Asshole!”

Ron waved his sister goodnight, happy she appeared much happier, and started to head up the stairs to his own dormitory. All in all, Tom Riddle may have crashed date night, but it honestly was not the worst date Ron has had with Lavender.

#harry potter #HBP #ron weasley #ginny weasley #lavender brown #dean thomas #Ron and Ginny #SIBLING BONDING NOT THAT #hinny and romione are there if you squint because that is who the weasleys end up with #half blood prince #weasley #weasley family #harry potter fanfiction

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audhd-nightwing · 4 months

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dick grayson (5’10” with the body of a gymnast): this is my baby brother!

jason todd (6’3” brick wall of muscle): …hi

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cass wayne (5’5” with the body of a dancer): little brother!

jason (almost a whole foot taller than her): hiya cass

#proud member of the ‘cass is older than jason’ community #let dick and cass bond over being the eldest siblings #jason is their little baby brother okay #even if cass is only a few months older than him #dc comics #batsiblings #dick grayson #cassandra wayne #jason todd #cassandra cain #cass wayne #the batfamily #batfamily #batkids #dc #dcu #batman #batman comics

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r3ynah · 3 months

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NU UH

Jack Fenton, dialed his younger sister's phone number as he gazed apologetically at the family of bats, that was hanging around in his living room. he impatiently waited for the other party to pick up.

The Bat family remained stoic as they observed the man, they had or Batman had ordered to put the call on speaker, if ever the phone was answered, Robin had stared at the doorway leading to the kitchen there stood Jack's supposed oldest daughter Jazz. who only stared amused at her father's antics much to Robin's confusion.

finally after a grueling 10 seconds wait, the call was finally answered.

Robin held his breath awaiting for the voice he was expecting for.

"Yes, Ahki?" Talia's voice resonated, from the phone. making everyone's eyes except the Fenton family widen.

'what? mother never told me she had a brother.' Damian thought as he took a peek at his father's face who was scrunched up in confusion. same for the rest of his family.

"Talia, my dear ukht, I've heard from a few birds and bats that you have taken my son. on his fieldtrip." Jack said, his nervous and outgoing personality vanishing and what took place was a serious and angry tone of a father as soon as heard the caller's voice, making everyone in the room shudder at the sudden cold atmosphere while the oldest daughter remained composed and unbothered as she watched.

Silence came from the other side of the phone, before answering "It seems i have." Talia answered back, you can here the voice of a boy in the background asking if it was his dad.

"Stop with this false innocence of yours, bring my son back immediately, partly alive and safe." Jack stated, much to the Bats and birds confusion.

Silence once again, as the phone remained quiet seemingly put down on a table with a few whispers and shuffling. before it was picked up once again.

"Nu uh." was the only thing Talia said as she hang up.

everyone paused.

"The fuck you mean 'Nu uh'?!" Jack yelled, at his phone. While his wife walked their daughter's side who was laughing her ass off, confused she looked at the bats then at her husband and then just sighed.

"Dinner's Ready." she only said as she retreated back at to the kitchen.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #dpdc #Jack and Talia are siblings #Talia kidnapped Danny so they can have a aunt and nephew bonding #the both of them were planning to kidnap Damian #they were gossiping about Ra's aswell #Danny was the one who told Tallia to say Nu uh #Jazz was the one to tell Talia where Danny was in the first place #Maddie is the beacon of peace in this household #this was made at the crack of dawn #good parents jack and maddie

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deadsetobsessions · 4 months

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A scene that’s been buzzing in my head but I can’t seem to find the words for:

Danny: we should do some sibling bonding activities guys

Tim, a tired Robin: *points towards the fifth exploding building they’ve evacuated this week alone* two-face and riddler are helping

Dick, in a burnt smelling Nightwing suit: That’s not- okay, that’s not like an activity we do with the intention of bonding though

Jason, holding his helmet out hopefully: We can beat up the joker?

Danny, always ready for clown beat downs: and set his shit on fire?

Tim, who was raised by Danny and hates the guy who killed his favorite Robin: and fuck up his taxes and send the IRS after him?

Dick, who’s a protective, vindictive, and the og shit stirrer of big brother: toss him off a building or two?

Jason, holding back tears: I don’t fucking hate you losers too much, I guess.

Batman, on the comms: No-

Agent “I don’t have a ‘No-Kill’ Rule so fuck around and Find Out” A, running the comms: Oracle, cut Batman off from the planning session

#alfred pennyworth #danny phantom #Danny raised Tim #danny is a bat #Robin dc #they’re on patrol #nightwing #dick grayson #jason todd #red hood #dc x dp #dp x dc #batman #bruce wayne #Alfred ‘selective hearing’ Pennyworth #sibling bonding #is sometimes planning the misery of the asshole that killed one of your brothers #Batman being a wet blanket #jason todd and dick grayson

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heroesriseandfall · 9 months

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Tim saying that Haly’s Circus was his first memory means that Dick really has been his hero for as long as Tim can remember…Tim literally does not remember his life before Dick Grayson entered it…

#HELLO???? assigned big brother by 3-4 year old whose first memory is you……I’m unwell #tim drake #dick grayson #batbros #batfam #bonds: I knew it was you #it’s very younger sibling of tim despite only *officially* becoming dick’s sibling at age 17 #heroesriseandfall

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bloopy-writes · 2 months

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Headcanon that Dicks apartment is the ultimate sibling meeting spot and each of his siblings have left their own mark in it:

Jason has shelves specifically filled with his novels for the nights he sleeps over and wants something to read

Duke has a bunch of rare collectible items that he stores cuz he trusts dick to keep them safe and thinks they make the place look homey

Tim has a big bulletin board that he puts his photography on and updates it occasionally

Cass has magnets from each country she visited on her trips

Steph has a bunch of random items that are all in the shade of Spoiler Purple in every room

Damian has his artwork hung up in every room as well as a collection of swords secretly stashed somewhere in the apartment

#and when Dick died #Jason kept paying rent on the apartment #so that they could keep the memories of their sibling bond alive and keep their safe space #bloopy’s headcanons #dick grayson #jason todd #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #tim drake #damian wayne #dc comics #batman #batfam

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sleepy-writes-stuff · 2 months

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DP X DC PROMPT #27

(Time for something a little more lighthearted/found family. Could probably also make this a crack prompt instead.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Visitation Rights

When Danny went to list Dani/Ellie as his heir after she'd come back from her years of traveling the world, he was quickly informed that he already had one in line for the thrown.

"What? Since when?!"

The pretentious, floating eyeball looked like he wanted to be anywhere else other than here, providing information to King Phantom, but explained anyway.

"The day you officially achieved royal status, you permanently linked your being to the Infinite Realms. When this happened, however, a child was in the process of being created with the assistance of ectoplasmic runoff that's been leaking into the mortal world for centuries. As a result of your power being incorporated into the Realms at such a time, this human child retained an imprint of your core signature. The Infinite Realms itself has recognized this child as your offspring. Your... other offspring has yet to be recognized in such a way and would therefore be considered your second heir once claimed."

Danny stared at the Observant with wide, blank eyes that were slowly filling with dread and panic.

"Why are you just telling me this now?? My coronation was over a decade ago!" He held his face in his hands and gave a horrified groan at what he just learned.

"If you really wanted that clone as your heir, I'm afraid it's too late to change it-"

Danny's head shot back up with a snarl and furious green eyes.

"That's not what I'm upset about you walking cataracts! Eleven years! I've missed eleven years of this kid's life!! How could you think I-"

At a loss for words, he growled deep in his chest. Deep enough that it echoed throughout the halls and rattled the floors.

"Who is this kid, and where can I find them?"

Once given the information and learning of the child's other parental figures, he gets to work. A few weeks later, he appears in the home office of a well-known billionaire with a stack of papers that he promptly slams onto the desk in front of the startled man. (1)

"I demand visitation rights to our son, Damian Wayne."

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(1) Danny actually visited Talia first to get visitation rights. Needless to say, that didn't go very well. He's still got a couple knives floating around in his chest cavity because of it.

(*) ALSO! I'm not sure how this lines up with the DC/Batman timeline. All I figured out is that if Danny waited to be crowned until after he graduated college as an astrophysicist, which take 5 to 7 years, he'd be about 36 years old when he finds out about Damian. Bruce would be about 41, so the age gap is only 5 years. If y'all wanna make this Danny/Bruce, go ahead!

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batfamhyperfixation · 1 year

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Jason: the Batfam member I see most as my brother is Tim

Dick: What!!! That's no fair, I should be your brotherly-ist brother!

Dick: No offense Timmy.

Dick, turning back to Jason: But I am the one who has been your brother longest, I helped you kill that druglord, I even gave you some of my cookie dough last week!

Bruce: uhhh, back to the druglord thing-

Steph: You shared your cookie dough with him!

Jason: Sorry Dick, but there is one thing that makes you brothers more than anything else, not blood, or time, but...

Jason and Tim at the same time: Contempt

Jason: I have contempt for Tim, like all siblings should. Really the only thing I love more than hating Tim is shit talking other people with Tim. That form of contempt is how siblings bond and I will just say, surprisingly I love bonding with Tim even more than I love terrorizing Tim

Tim: aww, I didn't know we were that close

Jason, panicking cause he doesn't wanna ruin their dynamic: *punches Tim in the gut and runs out*

Tim, shouting after him: You can't take it back now, you ass

Jason: *turns around while running to give Tim the middle finger*

#dick really wants to bond with jason by shittalking people but jason refuses to let that happen #dick starts showing up wherever Jason is to start shit talking people with him so jason is just quiet until he looks over at dick and goes #'I cant wait to tell Tim about this' and dick is just like 'NO DONT SHIT TALK ABOUT ME TO TIM'#cause like half of shit talking other people with siblings is just shit talking about another family member #one time Dick walks in on Tim and Jason shit talking someone and it's like those scenes in soap operas where the person was just cheated on #dick just sees being the 'most brother-like brother' to his brothers as being the favorite and he really wants to be the favorite #but he is trying too hard so the others are just like nah its something that is just spontaneously formed you can't force it #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #incorrect batfamily quotes #batkids #batfam #bat family #stephanie brown

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