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I hc Duke doesnt think he’s part of the bat family, but not like in a sad way, in the way of “these are my friends, and they all happen to be family :D” way.
So when someone says to Bruce “aw you must be so proud of all your sons” while gesturing at the boys, Duke says “oh no I’m not his son, just a friend:)” and all the bats think they did something of didn’t make him feel welcome when in fact he thinks all these guys are just his best of friends
I love the idea of Duke just vibing with his friends, who are an entire family, and he thinks he just managed to befriend an entire group of related people. The Bats obviously consider him family, but he's just glad to find a great vigilante community.
Another funny take on this is that Duke doesn't want the drama of being considered a Wayne. He's hung out with Steph too much to ever want that (she likes to drop the tea of Wayne family drama with the newcomer as both a warning and as a way to watch his reactions). His goal is to be a Barbara-like role to the family (kind of family, but more family friend).
Babs and Duke meet up often to try to scheme ways for Duke to remain as a family friend and not be a Steph-like adoption (or worse, an actual adoption). Babs has shared a few tricks, but her position relies mostly on her situation being a combination of her dad working close with Batman and her being the ex (or current gf) of a Bird. As evident by Steph, both of those are required for Babs-level interaction with the Waynes. Duke can't replicate that on either level.
So, Duke is trying his best to be good pals with Waynes and not be caught in their adoption tendencies. It's a balancing act.
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Batman #138 / Joker: Last Laugh #6
#comicedit#nightwingedit#dcedit#dick grayson#batfamedit#dick & jason#jason & dick#web weaving#jasontoddedit#kinda... it's very much about him so#PARALLELS#*#batcest dni
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Little brother activities :3c
[Image ID: A drawing of Robin!Jason Todd and Discowing!Dick Grayson. Grayson is yelling at Jason, who has a pleased mischievous expression. There is an arrow pointing to Jason that says "blew up the batmobile" and an arrow pointing to Dick that says "got blamed".]
#jason todd#dc comics#digital art#batman#dick grayson#robin dc#nightwing#red hood#robin jason todd#gotham#batcest dni
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i fucking despise batcest mfs. why the HELL are those people in an anti tag please go f urselves
[EDIT: i now know that tags arent exclusive and if i put anti something in my tags, that something will still show up on my feed^^; i have blocked the tags and moved on since]
#nightwing#dc#dick grayson#dc batman#batfam#dc nightwing#batman#dc comics#batfamily#anti batcest#batcest dni
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Please, Call Zatanna
Fandom: DC
Ship: Mentioned Birdflash (haven't said this on my previous DC fics, but batcest shippers, please DNI)
Summary: If Dick had a nickel for each time he woke up in Jason's body, he'd have two nickels. At least this time he can take advantage of it.
Strangely, it’s not the first time that Dick has woken up in someone else’s body. Or the second, even. The first time was after a weird mission with the Titans, and he woke up in Bart’s body, buzzing like he was going to die if he didn’t move, starving like he hadn’t eaten in months. The second time, he woke up in Jason’s body, a familiar redhead in the bed next to him, a small child cuddled between him and Roy. He had jolted like he was electrocuted and stumbled to the manor while Lian and Roy still laid peacefully in bed. It was, without a doubt, not the highest on the list of ways that Jason would have liked to come out to his family, but none of them had made a big deal of it.
That’s all to say that, while nobody expects to wake up in another person’s body, Dick weirdly recognizes the weight he wakes up with, has a muscle memory of throwing the weight around the last time he and Jason ended up in this situation. Last time, Jason’s body had been sore, bruised ribs and two fractured fingers that he hadn’t bothered to mention to anyone. This time, he feels pretty alright other than the ebb of exhaustion encroaching on his alertness, and the dizziness that could likely be contributed to missing a round of meds the previous night.
He can hear a groan from somewhere down the hall, the clattering of stuff falling to the floor, and predictably, Dick’s own body is dashing through the door. Jason looks beyond fed up, and the only relief is that he hadn’t gone home to Roy and Lian the night before, and that he had somehow, for the second time, avoided Roy seeing him in this embarrassing ass situation. Jason rolls his eyes with a grunt before glaring daggers towards Dick, “what the fuck did you do this time?”
“Me?” Dick gasps, offended, but unsurprised. He has been known to piss off a magician or two from time to time. “It was your fault last time!”
“Was not! How was I even supposed to know there was a witch in Gotham? She wasn’t fuckin’ around in crime alley, I never encounter the weird shit that you and Bruce do!”
“Master Jason,” a voice says from the hall, Alfred clearing his throat, “language, please.”
“Sorry, Alfie,” Jason sighs, looking down at his hands.
“Wait,” Dick says, tilting his head to one side, dark brows furrowed, “how’d you know that’s Jason?”
“Consider it an old man’s intuition,” Alfred looks between the two of them, partially flabbergasted that Dick’s body is wearing an expression so vividly Jason, and Jason’s body is wearing one that’s so vividly Dick. “Though I was unaware we were dealing with another magic incident.”
“We were unaware too,” Dick groans, “I want out of this bulldozer.” Dick makes for the door, grabbing Jason and dragging him non-committedly behind him. They’ll have to call Zatanna again like the last time, and Dick is praying she’s not off-world again. He doesn’t love having to call one of his ex-girlfriends to get him out of embarrassing, avoidable situations, but it could’ve been worse, Wally had begged Dick to stay the night last night, and Dick is suddenly very glad he had said no.
Jason rolls his eyes, following behind Dick, not making much of an effort to actually walk, “don’t talk about my hard-earned muscle like that.”
When Jason stops in the kitchen, claiming he’s hungry and his pit-stop is Alfred-approved, Dick paces the hall anxiously, hearing constant, numb buzzing in his mind. He remembers the noise from their last body-swap, remembers having to fight off a green haze that nobody else could see. Jason grins when he peeks his head into the hall, but it seems he hasn’t even realized that he’s not hearing the buzz, as if he’s the same with it or without it. “Chill, dickface. Can you like, eat an egg or something? My body needs protein.”
Dick glares in Jason’s direction, and it almost startles Jason how stern his older brother is able to look in a body that’s not his, “I’m sure you’ll last two hours without a protein bar.”
“Says you, you weigh like three pounds,” Jason jabs, walking into the hallway to follow Dick to the cave.
“I’m lean,” Dick groans, “you try doing a quadruple front flip with the body of a football player. In fact, I’d love to see you try.”
The cave, as usual, is dark and cold, a breeze seeming to come from nowhere at all. Tim is at the table closest to stairs, slumped over his laptop, eyebags deep and drooping. He has a mountain of Monster cans in front of him, and a coffee pot that Dick is certain Bruce swapped for decaf at some point, though it seems it didn’t matter anyways. Dick shoots him a disappointed look, letting out a tired sigh knowing that he’ll probably have to drug Tim’s tea or something to get him to actually sleep.
Tim looks startled by the expression, a light blush on his cheeks, and Dick is reminded that he’s not in his body, but in Jason’s. Jason shows his affection through playful aggression, he doesn’t have the oldest sibling instinct to be exhausted by Tim’s shenanigans instead of worriedly amused.
“Timmers,” Dick calls, Jason’s timber voice coming out higher, more cheerful, “is B down here?”
Tim’s brow furrows, and he squints at Dick, His glasses sit low on his nose, and he pushes them up closer, but seems no more satisfied, no less confused. “Uh, I think so. He was like,” Tim takes a moment and looks at the time on his phone, “like two hours ago? I don’t remember him leaving I think?”
“Great, thank you, Timmy!” Dick skips deeper into the cave, and Jason has to physically restrain himself from tackling his own body because of how fucking stupid Dick is making it look.
Bruce doesn’t look as exhausted as Tim, but he’s certainly getting there, slouched over a pile of files, sifting through them lazily and looking between them and his computer screen. He looks infinitely more exhausted when he looks at his eldest sons, putting his head in his hands and lightly pulling at the ends of his hair, “I will contact Zatanna again.”
“Thanks, B!” Dick exclaims, grinning widely. There’s something dopey about the expression being on Jason’s face, but Bruce still has to look away to hide his own grin at seeing a rare smile on Jason’s face.
Dick turns back around, heading back towards where Tim was sitting, and Jason watches as Dick throws the younger boy over his shoulder, overestimating Tim’s weight, or, more accurately, underestimating his strength, and having to adjust.
“Jason, what the f-”
“Not Jason!” Dick quips, pretending to drop Tim, “all thanks to some evil witch or warlock out there.”
“Even worse,” Tim responds, but he hardly struggles when Dick moves to the stairs, intending to get him to finally sleep after who knows how long awake.
Jason takes the opportunity to move towards the training area, hoping to try out Dick’s escrima sticks in Dick’s own body. He had tried to use them a few times, when he found them lying around or during the odd training session, but he just didn’t have the nimbleness to make them work, it was all about fists when he was fighting.
He does a few flips, practices throwing himself around like it’s nothing, grabbing onto things he had never been able to jump to, doing tricks he hasn’t done since his Robin days. When Dick comes back, he watches Jason attempt some sort of backflip, one that lands him facedown on the mat.
Dick rushes over, grabbing one of Jason’s arms and flipping him over on his back, looking unimpressed when Jason groans, a hand finding his face. “You better not have just bruised my body.”
“Bruised? You’ll be fine, dickhead, I’m sure you’re not made of glass,” Jason replies, rolling onto his side.
“What hurts? Seriously, Jason, if you messed up my body I’m going to break one of your fingers before Zatanna gets here.”
“Chill!” Jason replies, sitting up, criss-cross in a way that makes this feel like he’s in a primary school class, getting chided by a teacher for spoiling To Kill A Mockingbird for the rest of his class.
“You’re impossible,” Dick sighs, reaching down and reaching for Jason’s ribs to make sure he won’t be feeling pain once he’s back in his body. Jason jolts away with an aborted squeak, swatting at Dick’s hand.
“Fuck off!” Jason shouts, rolling away from Dick, he stops once he feels far enough away and gapes at Dick, “your body is like, crazy ticklish.”
“Oh, shut up,” Dick replies, waiting to plan his attack.
Jason eyes the room’s exits, figuring out which one could get him as far away as possible. Dick just grins, knowing it won’t matter once he catches Jason, knowing there will be no way for him to actually escape.
Luckily for Dick, he sees Jason looking shiftily towards the back exit, the one that leads from the training room down the hallway to the medbay. Dick jolts forward and narrowly misses Jason as he runs, making it to the hall. Dick rounds the room to another exit, walking briskly down the hall, and he’s soon cutting off Jason’s path, grinning evilly as he watches Jason contemplate his next move.
“You know what’s about to happen,” Dick says with a light laugh.
“Can you ever just leave me alone?” Jason grunts, looking around to bolt again, “you’re so annoying.”
“I legally can’t,” Dick responds, and in seconds he’s tackling Jason to the ground, Jason, who had made the mistake of looking back for an escape route, “I’m your favourite big brother, after all.”
Jason is grappling against Dick’s hold, but he knows it’s over when Dick uses his thighs to pin him down, Jason’s current body no match for his actual one when it comes to strength. He doesn’t even know where to protect, other than the vague ideas he has from when Bruce used to tickle Dick, or he and Dick would get into mostly one-sided tickle fights as children. He moves his arms down to protect Dick’s ribs, but he’s not even sure if they’re Dick’s worst spot, and he’s beginning to realize that Dick knows exactly where to tickle, it’s his body, after all.
Dick grins, lopsided and playful like he always has when he’s messing with his siblings, and he pretends to think, looking at Jason as he gradually grows more anxious. Dick moves his arms down so they rest limply by his sides, and Jason, noticing that the hands are eerily close to his sides, tries to jerk away. Dick grins, teasingly wiggling fingers next to Jason’s stomach, content when Jason starts to squirm.
“Whahat thehehe fuhuhuck,” Jason giggles, “why ahaham I laahahaughing?”
Dick blushes faintly, shaking his head, “no way, is this bothering you?”
Jason shakes his head, brows furrowed, “it’s yohohour fuckin’ bohohody, why ihihis thihis getting me?”
“It’s the anticipation,” Dick explains, frustratingly level and calm, despite the pink blush on his cheeks, “I guess my body doesn’t like it.”
“Yohohou’re tehehlling meHEHE,” Jason shrieks as Dick’s hands finally truly descend, fingers spidering over Jason’s tummy, “DiHIHICK! Stahahp ihihit!”
“Nope, I’m taking full advantage of this situation, I never tickle you anymore.”
“Behehecause I’d kihihill yohohou!” Jason squeals, hands firmly on Dick’s wrists, not doing enough to push his hands away. Jason doesn’t know enough to predict that Dick is going to go for the sensitive spot between his belly button and left hip bone, but he’s suddenly arching his back, gasping and squealing as he tries to figure out some sort of strategy to defend this body he knows nothing about.
“Hmm, where should I try next?” Dick thinks out loud, examining Jason’s red face, the smile up to his ears, he shakes his head when Jason insists that he try nowhere, and settles for a spot that will make Jason snort, “you know, I’m pretty bad on my ribs.”
Dick’s fingers wiggle upwards and drill into each rib, and Jason flops between arching his back and falling flat, “Plehehease! Yohohou- yohohu’re stuhuhupidly tihihicklish!”
Dick blushes, but he doesn’t bother denying it, he’s very acquainted with it, “alright, but right now it’s you that’s stupidly ticklish.”
Dick does a motion that’s something between pinching and spidering on a middle rib, and Jason snorts before falling into hysterical giggles, throwing his head back. When he does the same to the top rib on both sides, Jason shrieks, trying to clamp his arms to his sides. Jason’s face is progressively growing redder and redder, and he can’t seem to figure out a way to predict where Dick will go next, entirely unaware of how ticklish Dick’s body is and where.
Dick’s tries to put his hands under Jason’s arms, but is unable to because of how strongly Jason’s arms are clamped down at his sides. “Alright, well, you asked for this.”
Dick’s fingers fly down to Jason’s thighs, skittering between his mid thighs and hipbones, and Jason screams, bucking violently, flinging his arms instead of strategizing. “FUHUHUCK- N- DIHIHICK, PLEHEHEASE!”
“I think you can take a little more,” Dick laughs, shaking his head, “I have pretty decent lung capacity.”
Jason has felt Dick tickle him to pieces before, he knows that Dick’s skilled in tickling younger siblings to pieces, tickling all the back-talk and sarcasm and bad moods out of them. He himself has been tickled to tears at the hands of Dick. But this? Jason has never felt so thoroughly tickled before in his entire life. Every spot, every tactic, completely taking him apart.
When Dick pinches above Jason’s knee, scratching underneath it every few seconds, erratic and unpredictable, Jason’s done for. He descends into wheezy, silent laughter, his hold loosening on Dick’s wrists.
Dick relents, pulling his hands away as he watches Jason try to catch his breath, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. He suddenly looks sheepish, looking off towards the door, “you know, I uh- I actually can’t tell your signs when you’re in my body. Did I go too far?”
Jason waves Dick off with a limp hand before covering his face with his arm, “you do that weird half snort half wheeze thing.”
Dick glares, his voice scandalized, “no I don’t!”
“You so do,” Jason responds, reaching a hand up to taser Dick’s bottom rib.
Dick snorts, rolling off of Jason, “you’re still ticklish? Why didn’t you try to fight me off?”
“One of us has some self-preservation skills, Dickie,” Jason says with a wink, the expression is completely Jason, even though it’s Dick’s face, “you and I are going to have some fun when this is over.”
Dick pales, laughing nervously. “Uh, did you hear that? I think I heard Bruce call me, I’ll- I-” Dick bolts from the room, leaving with a bright blush.
Jason just laughs, rolling his eyes. Dick might play the role, but he’s not dumb enough to expose every spot, every tactic that makes him a hysterical mess… Unless, of course, he was looking forward to the revenge.
#what is that summary wtf#batcest dni#jason todd#dick grayson#bruce wayne#time drake#ticklish!jason#but like...in dick's body?#lee!jason#ler!dick#batfam#dc
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Jason has a nightmare and Bruce just scoops all 6’0 of his son.
#batman#dc#dc batman#bruce wayne#dc red hood#jason todd#batdad#batfam#batman family#dad bruce wayne#batcest dni#batcest shippers dni
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Me, after spotting a batfam fanfiction that looked very good, with tags I enjoyed and an incredible plot but missing an important tag and realising that's it is not a batfam but a batcest fanfiction with the slash between Tim and D!ck (I literally want to throw up)
Like. In the fanfic, Dick had been babysitting Tim. Babysitting.
Like, wtf is wrong with you. Between the incest and the whole asking-out-the-CHILD-you-were-babysitting, I am horrified. I can't believe I missed the tag, now I'm disgusted.
#batfam fanfic#batfamily#batfam#dick grayson#tim drake#im crying rn#i want to bleach my eyes#batcest dni
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he has been blended
#damian wayne in a blender#haii#autism#how to tag#dc#fuckin uhh robin#batcest DNI#damian wayne is so silly#damian wayne
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dances to a little tune
i love writing dark fics with jason and tim being brothers 🫶 in fact, i’ve got a snippet for a demon au i’m working on where jason adopts tim against his will because tim is very brother shaped 😌
check it out (under the cut)
This was it, Jason was going to sacrifice him and eat his magic. Everyone knew demons ate angel magic and Tim had quite literally been offered to the demon prince as a peace offering. It would be so easy for Jason to set him down, draw a few extra runes, and come out that much more powerful. That's what the magic drugs were for, to keep him silent and still while his magic was carved out of him by cruel dark magic.
"You're all mine now, aren't you? And what a perfect gift to be given," Jason purred, cradling Tim close to his chest as he walked down the hall. "An angel fledgling, all to myself. The perfect golden treasure," he murmured, rubbing a hand over Tim's golden wings.
Oh yeah, Tim thought as he slipped deeper. Prince Jason was rumoured to be fond of shiny things.
"There you are, has the magic done its thing?" A deep voice rumbled from beneath him, rattling his bones.
Tim blinked slowly, his head feeling silly. Where was he? He whined, he wanted his flock.
"Oh, shhh Tim, don't stress yourself. I'm right here Timbit," a hand traced through his hair, scratching his scalp in a circular motion.
Tim melted into the action, right that was his flock!
..Right? Yes. Yes, it was. It had to be?
"You are so sweet when you're like this. Maybe I should keep you like this all the time, hm?" Flock asked, moving his hand down to stoke over his wings, picking out broken feathers. "Would you like that? If I keep you nice and happy like this all the time? So pliant and loving," he purred.
they’re so brothers 🫶 family even 🫶
#tim drake#jason todd#batfamily#batfam#my fic#jason todd fic#tim drake fic#dark jason todd#he’s a little unhinged#but it’s okay#he deserves it#as a treat#they’re brothers your honor#ew i hate honour without the u#anyways i hope this reaches the right people#batcest dni#i don’t want you here
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Just Be 13
Tickle fic between Dick and Damian (batcest ppl go away plz), 1644 words (Damian is my baby he deserves this), enjoy!
Dick and Damian were sparring in the bat cave again and as per usual, they were both making snarky remarks and one-liners the whole time. Once their match came to a close Damian started to walk away, but Dicks face lit up. He had just thought of a burning question for the young teen.
“Hey lil D,” Dick called out.
“What Grayson?” Damian asked as he turned to face his older “brother”.
“Why did the chicken cross the road?” Dick started, he just learnt a new joke and was eager to try it out on Damian.
It was no secret that Damian wasn’t much of a laugher. He only seemed to chuckle when he beat someone at something or if someone did something dumb. Last week, Jason was carrying a shit ton of guns (I really don’t know anything abt these other characters, please forgive me 🙏🏽) and dropped them. Most of them went off and shot holes into the walls, Bruce was annoyed to say the least. Damian had actually chuckled at the incident, everyone else was too busy making sure they didn’t get shot to notice. But not Dick. Dick was determined to get Damian to laugh again, being raised in the League of Assassins made Damian act way too mature for his age. He needed to be brought down a notch.
“…I don’t know,” Damian said with a sigh, he knew where this was going.
“To prove he’s no chicken!” Dick enthusiastically revealed.
“Grayson, that “joke” was more pathetic than your sparring skills. I do not wish to partake in.. whatever this is,” Damian said sourly as he walked away.
Dick signed in defeat, but he wouldn’t give up.
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Dick spent the next few days observing Damian, he needed to know what made the black haired boy smile. Unfortunately Damian didn’t do that unless someone was in dismay. But soon enough, post-breakfast, he got his answer.
“Titus sit,” Damian said to the Great Dane in front of him.
Titus obeyed and sat down, not moving an inch. Damian went to the cupboard and scooped out some kibble for his pet. He put this, along with a piece of raw chicken and some bone broth, into Titus’s bowl and stood up.
“You may go,” Damian said, Titus shot up immediately and went straight for his bowl.
Damian stroked the dogs back as he ate.
“I may be a vegetarian, but I would never force that onto such a carnivorous animal,” Damian mumbled to himself, unaware that Dick was looking on.
Titus quickly finished his meal and raised his head up towards Damian. Damian pet in between his ears, Titus licked his hand in appreciation as his tail waved from side to side. Dick finally got what he was looking for.
Damian chuckled as he pulled his hand back and wiped it on his pants.
“Oh my god,” Dick thought to himself as Damian and his companion walked out the kitchen, “Damian’s ticklish,”
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Dick was pacing in his room, deep in thought. How could he get himself into a position where tickling Damian would be one, appropriate. Two, doable (meaning he’d have the upper hand and Damian couldn’t fight back). And three, not embarrass him. Yes Dick desperately wanted to give Damian a sense of childhood but not at his expense.
Dick didn’t notice when Damian knocked on the door, or when he just opened it and walked in.
“-Grayson!” Damian shouted, breaking Dick out of thought.
“Oh heh-hey baby bat, what do you need?” Dick asked.
“I have called on you repeatedly. It is time for us to spar, if you want to get close to as good as me then we mustn’t waste time,” Damian stated, already turning to leave.
“Wait!” Dick said abruptly.
“What now Grayson?” Damian said as he turned his head.
Dick wasn’t sure why he had Damian stop, it just spilled out of him.
“Uhmmm,” Dick dragged on, trying to find an excuse.
“I swear if this is another one of your “jokes”, they -or you- lack any ability to make anyone laugh,” Damian said as he turned his body towards Dick and crossed his arms.
Dicks lightbulb went off as he heard Damian say that, he remembered exactly what he needed to do.
“I was just gonna suggest we spar- uh, in here,” Dick said as he slinked around Damian and closed the door (Damian will thank me later).
“Tt, that is ridiculous even for you. A little too ridiculous…” Damian said, mumbling that last part as he kept his eyes on Dick.
“What are you planning?” Damian suspiciously asked, backing up a bit when Dick took a few steps forward.
“I’m planning on being a good brother,” Dick said as he jumped towards Damian.
The pair began to -play?- wrestle, it wasn’t long until they were rolling all over the floor.
“This is uncouth, let me up this instant!” Damian demanded as he tried to pull from Dicks grasp.
“Oh stop your blabbering,” Dick said as he pulled Damian off the floor, dragged him kicking and screaming to his couch, and pushed him into it.
“This is hardly sparring, I will not wrestle with my enemies nor will I wrestle with you,” Damian said, looking at Dick who crouched down to meet his eye level.
“You are being an annoying-” Damian started.
“You’re being awfully rude for someone who’s about to get tickled.” Dick said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Excuse me?” Damian said in a monotone voice, eyes glaring into Dicks soul (Dick didn’t expect that reaction).
“Look Dami, I love you, but this has to happen.” Dick said as he raised his hands and wiggled his fingers.
Damian’s glare somehow got even worse, he really inherited Bruce’s ability to glare into your soul didn’t he? Dick was distracted for one millisecond, Damian used this millisecond to jump out of the couch; only to be caught by Dick and placed back on. Like a toddler getting out of a car seat.
Dick playfully smiled before digging his hands into Damian’s sides. Damian only flinched (badly) at first, unwilling to give Dick the reaction he wanted. He only squirmed a little while trying to stay as still as possible while figuring out an escape plan.
“Cmon lil D, you’re thirteen. You need to have fun, be carefree, laugh,” Dick listed off, Damian just struggled trying to escape.
Damian’s scowl slowly started to turn into a smile as he began to squirm around. Dick switched from his sides to his ribs, Damian started to grab at his hands and kick at Dick. The kicking was so annoying (and he actually got a good hit in) that Dick had to use one arm to keep Damian’s legs from moving around. That’s when Damian realized there was no escaping this.
“BAHAHAhahahaha!” Damian laughed. Unfortunately, it was muffled due to him putting all the fight left in him into covering his face with his hands.
“Awww that was the sweetest thing I’ve heard all week,” Dick cooed, it only made Damians face (what he could see of it) flush red.
“Lemme see your smile I bet it’s just precious, and your UNmuffled laughter. Pleaseeee,” Dick asked.
“Nohohoho!” Damian said while laughing and shaking his head no.
“Well you can’t say I didn’t ask nicely,” Dick said, moving his hand from Damian’s ribs and the one around his legs to his armpits
(Side note, I hate that word. “Armpit” just sounds so vile, but Ik underarm means something different and not everyone will know what I’m trying to say. It grosses me out so bad, anyway back to the fic)
Damian squealed and jolted, it was obvious he wanted to put his arms down to protect himself. But then his face would be revealed.
“Put your arms down, you know you want to,” Dick said smugly.
After a few moments, Damian couldn’t take it anymore and his arms shot down. He had a huge smile on his face with laughter spilling out, and he was flushed a deep red. His hair was also kinda messed up.
“Omigosh you look adorable!” Dick exclaimed, making Damian somehow blush even more.
Damian tried to use his newly freed legs to kick at Dick, but instead Dick caught them and pushed them away.
“Okay okay relax,” Dick said, stopping the tickles on his younger brother.
“Yohohou are thehe wohohorst,” Damian said as he began to curl his legs into himself.
Dick raised an eyebrow and squeezed Damians knee, making the younger boy jump, fall onto his side, and curl into himself further as he laughed.
“You really are an adorable boy Dami,” Dick said as he sat down next to Damian on the couch and ruffled his hair.
“My previous, statement, still stands,” Damian said between breaths as he sat up.
“You need to learn to just relax once in a while, don’t get me wrong I’d be happy to tickle you whenever I feel like you haven’t been taking a break from, uh, being you,” Dick started, Damain narrowed his eyes at the last part.
“But I would prefer you to have healthy habits,” Dick finished.
“I can’t stop being “uh, me”” Damian mocked, although there was truth to his words.
“Then you can just ask me for some help,” Dick said, raising his hand and wiggling his fingers for a hot second (Damian had to look away, Dick chuckled).
“How’d you like the sparring session? Are you willing to switch it up every once in a while?” Dick asked as he got off the couch.
“It was adequate. I must get my revenge,” Damian said as he followed Dick, skimming over the first part but Dick still heard it loud and clear.
“Justice not vengeance,” Dick said, quoting Bruce.
“My vengeance will be justice,” Damian said, eyes narrowing as he opened the door.
#tickle fic#damain wayne#lee!damian Wayne#Ler!dick Grayson#dcamu#platonic/brotherly#Batcest DNI#I spent over an hour on this idk why#Someone ask me to make headcanons PLEASE
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Jason and Dick for the blorbo bingo :3
my answers + a blank
doing this instead of english hw
i love them both jason is like an orange tabby cat and dick is a german shepherd
#this doesnt make sense#but like they r so silly#they deserve the best#dick grayson#jason todd#squishes them#brothers#batcest dni#SHOO#GO AWAY#NOT A SHIP#THEY ARE BROTHERS#dick is like one of those german shepards forces to be a police
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NOT A JAYDICK BLOG FOLLOWING ME. GIRL GET OUT
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what if bruce visited dick in teen titans
[WARNING: the following post is corny as hell😔]
what if there was an ep about jason's death and dick would visit jason's grave (completely mentally destroyed obv) and theres bruce there and he argues with him getting emotional and taking out all that frustration his dad has caused him
something like "you're gonna to blame this on me too? do it!! cuz its always MY fault right??? IM the bad guy and always mess up. i will never be good enough for you wont i. i will literally never be enough" and then BAM bruce hugs dick with all the strength he has and is like "im sorry son. im sorry i failed you so many times and im sorry i wasnt able to be the father you deserved. im sorry im the way i am i never meant to hurt you, you're my pride and joy and every time i accidentally ended up hurting you it felt like my heart was being torn apart. im so, so incredibly sorry my dear son, i love you so much i would literally die for you im sorry i made you feel alone, im sorry i failed to give you the warmth you needed" and dick is SHOCKED obv but then he cant hold back anymore and starts crying wholeheartedly while hugging bruce back. they are like that for a while and they comfort each other during this tough event
some days pass, bruce and dick have made up and its time for bruce to leave
dick has become so much happier and they are finally at peace. the storm inside their hearts is finally over. dick looks at bruce one last time, smiling and then running into him and hugging him with all his might:( then bruce laughs and they hug and then they say goodbye. bruce leaves and titans are watching dick as he watches his dad leave with a smile on his face
all is well and everyone is happy<3
#dc#dick and bruce#batman and nightwing#batman and robin#robin and batman#dc batman#dc titans#titans#teen titans#teen titans 2003#teen titans go#dc teen titans#dc nightwing#dick grayson#father and son#BATCEST DNI#PPL WHO SHIP THESE TWO DNI !!!! GO AWAY
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WHAT IS YOUR OBSESSION WITH JAYTIM???
I THOUGHT TIMOTHY DRAKE WAS A CHILD
SIXTEEN! 16! 1 and a 6! THAT BOY IS A CHILD
THAT BOY IS A FUCKING CHILD
#yall nasty shipp fucking batcest#batcest dni#if you fuck with batcest you gonna make some nice target practice#like wtf#its morally wrong even if they aren't really related#they were all adopted by bruce#im sorry im not censoring anything but like#ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww#YALL ARE NASTY
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the worst experience in the world is finding an artist that caters almost entirely to your interests, likes, dislikes, etc. in a certain fandom
and then finding out they ship brothers and sons and fathers together TvT
IF I EVER REBLOG SMTH OR SOMEONE WHO DOES THIS SORTA SHIT, I 100% DO NOT SUPPORT THAT BTW
#xjl thoughts#yes I’m talking abt the batfam#yes I’m talking abt inkydandy#anti batcest#batcest dni#proshippers don't interact#(is that what they’re called)#(idk any of the discourse shit I’m just not. bleh)
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for the character thing ... pamela :-)
OMG THANK YOUUUU... PAMMY MY BEST FRIEND PAMMY
favorite thing about them: the breadth of her emotions i love it when she gets angry and mean i think it's so fun when the persona she built up as some kind of temptress cracks and we get lines like 'your ugly little GIRLFRIEND has ruined everything!!'
least favorite thing about them: uhhhm i guess when she's reduced to just a temptress i think it does her a massive disservice. also whatever they were doing in eat bang kill tour im sorry
favorite line: YOUR UGLY LITTLE GIRLFRIEND HAS RUINED EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!
brOTP: pammy and os are best friends i will die on this hill but in a like. theyre friends but they hate each other but they have sleepovers <3 and ivy and selina are GIRLBESTIES they have such a complicated relationship
OTP: like harlivy is extremely good and cool but also ivycat omgeee hiiiiii ivycat
nOTP: ivycr*w stop this nonsense
random headcanon: unwilling and extremely reluctant taylor swift fan. when taylor swift comes to gotham ivy does everything in her power to get tickets so she can kill taylor swift so she can be free of this torment <3
unpopular opinion: lesbian
song i associate with them: PYGMALION BY THE SCARY JOKES!!!
favorite picture of them:
ID: two panels from batgirl (2000). the first is of batman saying 'poison ivy. it's been a while.' the second is of ivy looking furious saying 'your ugly little girlfriend has ruined everything' /end ID
#look. i say your ugly little girlfriend has ruined everything like once a day#i would get a tshirt on it if i could#hilarious line from her!!!!#batcest dni
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