Me Trying To Write My Newest Batfamily Fanfic, And Having To Get The Character Dynamics Just Right Or

Me trying to write my newest Batfamily fanfic, and having to get the character dynamics just right or else I'll have an aneurysm, but also trying to have the story have character growth, and proper acknowledgment and handling of sensitive topics and issues while trying to keep them all mostly in character is a herculean effort.

It will be worth it, but it's a lot of research, building majestic castles from the ruins of different Canon, but trying to add some fanon but not too much fanon.

I have a notebook that is just a webmaster of who is on good terms, bad terms, and who doesn't know the other enough to be on any terms, while also noting which dynamics get worse or better throughout the story.

And the fact that there is a main plot and multiple subplots.

It's going to be amazing when I get it done, but right now it is just a mess.

[Ignoring my 3 other WIPs while doing this.]

How do each of the Batkids break into the Watchtower to mess with Bruce in front of the other members of the Justice League?

Dick: back in his Robin days, he clung to the back of Bruce's cape and every time Bruce turned around, he made faces to get the whole Justice League to laugh

Jason: draws fake claw marks, drenches himself in water, and pretends he encountered Killer Croc while crawling through the drain

Tim: log in to the Watchtower's computer, change the screensaver to one with a tiny picture of Bruce in the corner, and slowly enlarge it each day until someone notices

Damian: keeps calling the Watchtower's main line with inane questions ("Father, how do I save a file?" "Father, how do I rid the toilet of human waste?")

Duke: he doesn't. Bruce is anxiously waiting for the day it's Duke's turn but it never comes, leaving him perpetually wondering when and how

Stephanie: poses as a pizza delivery girl with a mustache, insists the ten extra larges with anchovy and pineapple are theirs, and refuses to leave without a tip

Cassandra: waits in the rafters until someone suggests ordering food and then chimes in with what she wants

Barbara: copies Bruce's ID badge, lets herself in, cancels Bruce's presentations, and gives her own

Harper and Cullen: it's a team effort. Cullen creates a distraction by messing with the power while Harper crawls through the vents AirDropping each hero a picture of their civilian selves

Carrie: slowly drifts in the vacuum of space outside the window, licking the glass

Lots of Comics! I'm lucky that I have people who collected them in my life and encouraged me to collect myself. I've been collected for about half my life at this point [close to ten years], and for about half of that [five years] I have spent my own money.

I recently went through my collection and made a spreadsheet sheet so I could know what I own.

DC fandom, I have a question...

No judgment no matter what your answer is, I'm just curious! Reblog, sample size, etc.

I'm going back and re-reading the few missions that Robin!Jason joined the Teen Titans for, and it's got me thinkin'...

Jason only gets called to sub in when Dick is missing, kidnapped, or brainwashed; and every time Dick is gone, the team is in shambles. There's no leadership, no plan, and everyone is sort of floundering.

To hear Dick tell it, the Titans are this amazing group of friends that love each other and save the world together. Dick says that the Titans are like family to him, but this idyllic group of super-friends that he describes is not at all the group that Jason meets.

When baby Jason arrives on the scene, Wonder Girl is struggling to keep it together, Hawk is literally insane, Aqualad is in a deep depression, Flash has got something to prove, and Speedy is keeping secrets from everyone.

And Robin is supposed to be their leader?! It's a total shit-show.

The funeral was held on one of the few sunny days in Gotham. It was a beautiful day, the wind was calm, the clouds were kind, and the temperature was perfect for being outside. Dick hated it all. He wanted it to be slamming down rain in buckets, he wanted the wind the lash against his skin. He wanted the wind to be screaming in his ears.

It wasn't a large funeral. There wasn't many people left to attend. Tim's parents were dead, Bruce was gone, and not a single person could name a civilian friend that could attend. Where were his friends?

Dick was standing there with Alfred. The elderly man that Dick had come to see as a grandfatherly figure was quite. Damian had gone back inside already, and Dick couldn't stop him. The Foxes had left an hour previously, Tam having hugged Dick apologizing for not getting there faster. It was calm, and Dick hated it.

The dirt had been packed down, the headstone put in place, and the last affairs taken care of. He had been placed next to Bruce, and not far away from Jason's old resting place. All Dick could think of was why him? Why Tim?

He had shown up at the airport, thousands of words, apologies ready to say. An air of relief. Waiting to see his little brother again. Only for Jim to be met with Tam and a closed coffin being moved into the back of a transport car.

Tam who had been crying with a hand over her mouth. Dick who had begged her that it wasn't true. Both looking at eachother, both knowing the truth, and both with streams of tears down eachother's eyes.

"There wasn't anything I could do."

He wanted to yell and scream. Tell her she could have done more, could have gotten to him sooner. He didn't. She did everything she could.

"I wish I could have done more."

Why was she apologizing? This was Dick's fault. He should have known better, should have been there. This was his little brother that he just let run away. His little brother who went on his adventure to find Bruce and paid for his life. Tim was gone, and Dick was to blame.

"I'm sorry."

Dick was sorry.

Now standing in front of the grave, all Dick could hear was Tim's voice begging for him to listen, to at least consider the idea that Bruce was alive. Dick could hear Tim yelling, and huffing as he stormed away. He could hear the screaming from Tim's room, the broken furniture, and the heartbreaking sobs. His little brother was gone and he would never hear him again.

Why is he gone? Why him! It should have been anyone else. Dick screams as he falls in front of the grave, the flowers in his hand falling, rolling to the side.

You know what would be an extremely angsty fic idea???

Set during the Red Robin storyline, Dick rushing to the airport when he finds out Tam found his brother, both excited and terrified, a thousand apologies and explanations rushing through his brain because he wants to make it right to Tim, he wants to make him understand why he did what he did and hopes they can find a middle ground and move on. He sees Tam and runs to her, looking around for Tim and when he can’t find him he turns to Tam and asks where is his brother? She just looks so sad, holding his hand carefully before saying how sorry she is, and then turning to the private jet from where they’re lowering a coffin, and Dicks whole world shatters.

AU where Tim doesn’t survive the desert attack.

I need to grace all of you with this post.

So Tim Drake Twitter got some news today djdhxjxj