This is a totally self-indulgent comic because I, too, have a favorite jacket that is my life…but is probably really past the point of saving because of how much wear and tear it’s gotten.
A compilation of 10 Of the batclans best snapchats
1.[the video is shakey as it zooms in on the top of Wayne Tower. Riddler comes into focus first, then Robin. Riddler is holding Robin by the ankle off the roof]
Batman: PUT HIM DOWN ED OR I SWEAR TO GOD—
Red Robin and Red Hood: DO A FLIP
2.[a video of Nightwing taken by Batgirl. They’re in a red light district, and you can faintly hear the cha-cha slide coming from the building they’re next to. Nightwing is dancing along perfectly]
3.[a picture of Robin, holding a baby robin. The caption reads “he’s trying to figure out how to sneak it into the bat cave”]
3.5.[a second picture posted shortly after. It is blurry, but you can vaguely make out the shapes of Robin and Batman. The caption reads “he found out”]
4.[a video of Red Hood and Blackbat signing frantically in ASL. The camera flips to Red Robin]
Red Robin: they’re arguing about which pizza rolls are the best
Batman, from off Camera: where the hell do they even get pizza rolls? Agent A sure as hell doesn’t let them in the house—
5.Nightwing: I dare you to jump off the roof without your grapple
[Red Hood starts sprinting to the edge of the roof. They are on one of the tallest buildings in Gotham. The camera shakes as Nightwing runs after Red Hood]
Nightwing: No wait I diDNT FUCKING MEAN IT HOOD—
5.5[a super bad candid of Batman and Red Hood and Nightwing. The camera is tilted as if someone is trying to hide it. The caption reads “this has been going on for 20 min”]
Batman: —ell would you think that’s a good idea—
Red Hood: —if you should be yelling at anyone it should be nightwing—
Nightwing: —don’t drag me into this!
[snickers are heard off camera]
Batman: Im dragging both of you into this! Why on earth would you dare your brother to jump off the roof when you know damn well he’ll do it?!
Red Hood: yeah—
Batman: oh don’t you even start Hood—
6.[a picture of Red Robin and Superboy mid fall. It is unclear where they fell from. The caption reads “they were watching buzzfeed unsolved and got scared by a pigeon”]
7.[the camera opens and quickly zooms in on Batman. He looks annoyed. There is a low chanting of “money in the jar” coming from off camera]
Batman: ‘crap’ is not a fucking swear word—
8.[a picture of Robin curled up against Black Bat. She looks surprisingly fond. The caption reads “he fell asleep durning the stake out”]
9:[a shakey Video of Red Hood. He’s fighting off at least six people while singing in a rather nice sounding baritone range. The caption reads “once a theater kid always a theater kid”]
Red Hood: IVE GOT NO STRINGS—
[red hood fires a gun]
Red Hood: —TO HOLD ME DOWN
10:[a video of Red Robin and Signal. They’re sitting on a roof, sharing several tacos.]
Signal: why do you call yourself Red Robin? Robins are technically Red already, aren’t they? They’ve got that little red patch on their chest
So, a while back I saw a claim about one of the Robin’s height that really threw me off. My first thought was ‘oh man, really? that Robin was super TINY’ and then a few moment’s later I realized that considering Batman is 188(6′2′’)ish there was no way that Robin could be that height because that would mean that they only came up to his hip, which… we’ve got some small Robin’s but not THAT small. I was pretty curious how tall they actually were so I tried to look it up, but sadly only a characters current stats are available (if even that *cough* Carrie Kelly *cough*). At this point, it’s really bugging me so I decided to look. though a lot of the early comics to try and see if I could figure it out.
I actually have two of this same prompt, so I’ll post another variation of it soon! For now, enjoy a little high school AU with two awkward birbs who never became Robin…
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Jason nervously fiddles with his glasses. They’re new, just like the suit he’s wearing. He’s already outgrown the last one. Alfred insisted on a new suit for the dance, saying that every respectable young man should have one that fits properly.
It’s not his fault he’s growing like a weed. Which is great, it really is, since he’s been so damn small for practically forever. Of course, that means nothing fits anymore and he constantly aches. And apparently his eyesight sucks, probably because of all the reading he does. Bruce keeps reminding him to turn on a light and Jason never remembers until it’s too late.
All these thoughts flutter through his mind as Jason leans against the wall of the ballroom Gotham Academy hired out for the annual homecoming dance. This particular dance is for the juniors and seniors, which just means all the real assholes are out in full force tonight. They never let him forget who he is or where he’s from, the adopted son of Bruce Wayne.
Fuck ‘em. Jason has better grades than all of them and is already testing into college level classes. If he hadn’t missed so much school growing up, he could have skipped junior year and gone straight into his senior year. Socializing sucks. He much prefers to stick his nose in a book and ignore everyone.
He scowls and adjusts his glasses again, watching some people dance. There’s something else he has never managed to do well with either, even with Alfred’s lessons and Dick’s toes getting stepped on six ways to Sunday.
“Are they new?” a voice asks from beside him.
Jason startles and looks over. A young man stands there, dark hair slicked back perfectly, revealing an all too familiar face. It’s Tim Drake, one of the most popular guys in his year, even if by rights he should be a sophomore. If he remembers right, this guy got to skip a grade, which should make Jason less inclined to like him, but it doesn’t. Drake has never done him wrong after all. He’s one of the few people who seem to stand up for him and not expect anything in return.
“Y-yeah,” Jason manages to force out. Why is this guy talking to him? “Just got them today.”
Tim nods in understanding. “I wear contacts when I’m at school but have glasses for home.”
“I could have gotten those but I didn’t like the idea of sticking my finger in my eye.”
The comment makes Tim laugh. It’s a nice sound and Jason’s stomach does a little lurch. He just recently came to terms with the fact that he finds boys more attractive than girls, but this is the first time Jason has ever found himself in a place where it’s a real person making him feel this way instead of a picture. It doesn’t help that Tim is super cute, even if he is short and kinda skinny.
“You get used to it after awhile,” Tim is saying. His blue eyes glance out over the dance floor for a moment before landing on Jason again. He bites his lip nervously. “Look, um, I was wondering. Do you…? May I have this dance?” he finishes in a rush, actually moving away from the wall and bowing slightly as he asks.
The question catches Jason off guard and Tim must take his silence as a rejection, because the hopeful look on his face fades the longer he waits for a reply. “Crap, you probably don’t like guys. Or at least like that. Sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“I do.” The response surprises Jason as much as it does Tim. “Like guys. I just…I’m a really shitty dancer.”
Tim’s confidence returns and he beams at Jason even as he takes his sweaty hand. “I’m pretty good. Let me lead?”
Jason just nods numbly. Wow. This is really happening. Just like in that one movie Dick made him watch but instead with him and another boy. A really nice boy who doesn’t seem to be bothered at all with how often Jason curses each time he steps on Tim’s toes.
He saves the ‘I told you so’ for later when Tim stumbles off the dance floor, limping with extreme exaggeration and a massive grin on his face.
“For that, you owe me ice cream,” Tim tells Jason as he sits down.
“I know a great place we can go after school sometime.”
Beautifuldifferences 