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Things that have happened on national TV

Dick:*holding Damian in his lap with one foot on Drake’s chest*”NO FIGHTING ON NATIONAL TV”

Tim:forgot that Jason was supposed to be dead

Dick:got bored during one of Bruce’s interviews so he got up and started doing a gymnastics routine in the background

Cas:punched someone when startled

Damian:asked if anyone had a sword on them(and was surprised when no one did).

Tim:fell asleep

Dick:sat upside down

Cas:forgot how to speech

Dick:got nervous and began talking in like three different languages

Tim:momentarily forgot was 8+5 was

Dick:had an entire interview where he used so much circus slang that he had subtitles

Damian:forgot he was supposed to be dumb and started talking about the newest astrophysics discovery and everyone is shocked.

Damian:said “Dank Meme” and his whole family nearly died from shock

Tim:spilled coffee on himself when Damian used said phrase

Damian:swore

Dick:got so startled he jumped a good two feet in the air

Tim:teased Dick for being short

Bruce:looked into the camera like he’s in The Office

Jason(he didn’t have many interviews before he was supposedly dead):pretended to not know English for ten minutes

Dick:got bored when he was first adopted and used Bruce as a jungle gym, despite his protests

Tim:almost had a panic/anxiety attack before/during his first interview

Tim:accidentally mentioned that Dick had a girlfriend

Damian:accidentally mentioned that Dick had a girlfriend part 2

Dick:told the press that Tim had a girlfriend

Damian:laughed as his brothers were asked uncomfortable questions

Bruce:blames all of Damian’s oddities on “his mother. She raised him for most of his life”.

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The Dreamweaver

It had to be bogus. No one could do what the sign claimed (and for 99 cents no less). Still, if Jason Todd was anything, it was haunted.

Haunted by dreams of a mother he couldn’t save. A father who didn’t want him. Memories of living on the streets and doing whatever it took to survive. To most, those would be awful enough, but for Jason, they were a walk in the park. Those were the good dreams, messed up as that was. No, his dreams were haunted by impenetrable darkness, flashes of light and searing heat, all with echoes of that cursed laughter.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

It took him a month to finally enter the small, dingy storefront, the little sign with 99 cent dreams flashing in a blacked-out window. The most recent Arkham breakout decided it for him, a week with the Joker on the loose and Jason trying to beat Bruce to him, to finally put an end to that laughter once and for all.

He still cursed himself for a fool and not doing it when he had the chance. Just one bullet. One bullet, right between his eyes and it would be done. Justice served.

But he failed. And now the dreams were worse than ever, guilt eating away at his conscience with the dozen more lives lost this time around. Drinking only brought oblivion for so long and he woke more strung out than before. Jason refused drugs of any kind, even over the counter sleep-aids.

The sign kept flashing in his mind.

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