This Is Great

This is great

Bart: *casually traps a fifth dimensional imp for eternity by quantum entangling him inside of an atom*

The Team:

This made me laugh quite a lot

Brick On the Head - Part 3

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It had been three weeks since Tim had debuted as Kea and none of the family had caught him yet. Both Oracle and Kea gloated at the development, it was nice to have a leg up on the rest of the bats.

Tim hadn’t realized just how much he missed regular patrol until he was back at it. He took to the streets as soon as the sun went down and engaged in frequent bat stalking on the slow nights. Yes, he was loving his life.

Unfortunately the growth pains returned with a vengeance and it was making patrol difficult. Kea shifted from his position on the roof of an old factory. He needed a good stretch, a hot bath and a full fridge of food. A frown tugged at his lips as he glanced at the sleeves of his costume…

“Come onnnnn. Two inches too short already.” Tim frowned deeper. “Alfred is going to notice… and bench me again.” He scowled in the dark and popped his back.

The night had been relatively quiet, only a couple muggings and one bank heist. He glanced at the time and grimaced as deep aches wracked his body. Never had his bed called more loudly.

“O, I’m headed in for the night.” Even his even tone sounded achy. He grappled off the building and found his bike.

“Early night. You good K?”

“Another growth spurt. I’m going to have to get the suit adjusted again…”

“Again?”

“Yeh… Alfred is gonna bench me probably.”

“Sounds like you might need it, Bat-giant. Maybe we should call you big bird?”

“Real funny, O.” Tim rolled his eyes and sped off towards the manor.

“You know NW is going to use that one.”

“Well, it all depends on when he takes notice at how big I’ve grown… I need all new clothes but I’ve been too busy.” His voice grew to a grumble.

“What about grabbing some of Jason’s clothes?”

“Not a chance, they’re too short. I’ll just have to bite the bullet and ask Alfred for help. I’m too tired to go shopping.”

“Well, get some rest Kea. Signing off.”

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It had taken him two more weeks of dodging everyone before he’d approached Alfred. Alfred had took one look at Tim and his uniform once he’d fessed up and had returned him to light duty… and contacted Dr. Thompkins. Tim knew better than to voice his irritation… but he was definitely irritated. She’d told him that this should be the last of his growth spurts. Relief had flooded him at the announcement.

“So I’m done?”

“As far as I can tell.” She eyed his chart and then looked him over. “But at 6 foot 10 I’m going to insist you up your calorie intake. You’re far under the weight needed for your frame.” She examined his arm muscles carefully. “Your muscle tone and structure has shifted as well. You’ve bulked up some. However, you should be much heavier and be intaking more calories. I’ve already talked to Alfred and I expect significant weight gain and new muscle definition.”

Tim simply stared and nodded his head. He’d gone from one of the shortest bats to the tallest. No longer could his older brothers or father dwarf him. The only downside was adjusting his fighting style a little. He considered how intimidating his new height would be and how he could use it against criminals… Mostly though he thought about taunting his brothers.

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Two more weeks passed before Alfred, Tim and Babs had decided to break the news. They waited until patrol was ended and Tim had donned his new costume. He blended into the shadows and prepared for his family.

It didn’t take long for everyone to slip off their cowls and dominos, but Tim waited..: and waited until relaxation had set in. Only then did he swoop in. He glided down from a hidden ledge and spread his cape dramatically. Silently he landed behind the group.

“What took you so long?”

Batman turned and glared. There was no other response but a twinge in his cheek let Tim know he’d startled him.

“Did you get stilts?” Jason scoffed. “You look ridiculous. Just because you’re short—-“

“How?” Bruce set down at the bat-computer and stared at Tim.

“Science… Bruce. Science.”

Two Lives, One Secret: Tim Drake or... Danny Fenton?

Tim Drake isn’t just the son of the Drakes. He’s also Danny Fenton from Amity Park. By day, he was Danny—the son of Jack and Maddie Fenton, with an older sister, Jazz. But thanks to an odd arrangement with the Drakes, he also had a separate life in Gotham. Whenever the Drakes needed a perfect son for galas or appearances, Danny would take on the role of “Tim.” It was a weird double life, but it worked.

Danny spent most of his time in Amity Park, fascinated by Gotham from afar. He kept track of the Bats through hacked city cameras, news reports, and anything else he could find, his obsession growing with every glimpse into Gotham's vigilante world. He wasn’t meant to be part of it, though. Until one day, everything changed.

Danny Fenton died.

Becoming a halfa—a ghost-human hybrid—meant he couldn’t stay in Amity Park anymore. Not with ghost-hunting parents who'd never understand. So, Danny ran. And where else to go but Gotham? The Drakes were more than happy to take him in full-time, because they simply never noticed the ghost that now lived in their house.

In Gotham, he truly became Tim Drake. And eventually, he caught the eye of Batman, and became the third Robin. The ghost powers came in handy—turning invisible, phasing through walls, avoiding danger—but it also became his biggest secret. No one, especially Bruce, could ever know the truth.

Now, Tim lives two lives—one as a Gotham hero with a ghostly past, and the other as the son who’s hiding from his real family. And with every patrol, every moment in Gotham’s shadows, he’s haunted by the truth. Because if anyone found out, it could destroy everything.

Something I will forever be lokey kinda pissed about is the fact that Joker Jr was, and will not be, canon. It is one of the best storylines and plots out there, and it was made for a singular movie.

Just think of all the plot it could bring, all the trauma. It would also bring Tim some type of recognition because when you ask a person about all the Robins, they have something to say about all of them: Dick was the first and he's Nightwing, Jason died and now he's a crime boss, Damian is the biological child and was an assassin. But when you ask about Tim, all they can really say is that he's the smart one.

People only really begin seeing Tim as a good Robin once they read Young Justice or Red Robin. Which is why Joker Jr. would have been one of the best paths they could have gone down for him because instead of him being known as the smart one, he would have been known as the one that survived.

And think about how it would further his plot and character relationships. His and Bruce's relationship would be even more torn, enhancing just how out of place Tim feels and how differently Bruce treats him. Jason and Tim's relationship would be enhanced over the trauma bonding, and it would also even help with Jason's arc after he finds out yet another Robin was hurt. Him and Damian would get an understanding of each other because both of them are trying to escape a sour past.

Joker Jr. should have been canon for Tim because it would have furthered so many aspects of both him and his family, and the only reason why it's not is because DC are cowards and apparently can't appreciate a good plot.

I am forever sad because of this.

Funny

Alfred: Who is this?

Seven year old Bruce: His name is Danny. He's my older brother

Alfred: You're an only child. You don't have a brother.

Bruce: Mom? Dad? Do I have a brother?

Thomas: I only ever loved your mother, and I find baby-making repulsive—no offense, Brucie—so biologically, no, you don't have a brother. Emotionally, on the other hand, if you feel like he is your brother, I don't mind calling him my son. It's not like I can't afford it, nor can this lad outrun me.

Alfred: That's... kidnaping, sir.

Martha: Oh don't be so uptight Alfred. You Brits worrry about the sillist of things.

Alfred: Silly thing? You mean the law!?

Martha: Yes, that's a pesky thing. Besides, he has my eyes and Thomas' nose! That's obviously our son.

Bruce considering Danny: He does have your nose, dad.

Thomas proud: A chip off the old block that one. Good job catching your brother Brucie.

Bruce: Thank you! I used my innocent face like you said, Mom!

Martha beaming: A pretty face is a valuable weapon, darling!

Alfred whispering to Danny: Blink four times if you want me to get you out of here. The Waynes are not entirely sane.

Danny:..... The kid just said he needed someone to walk him home cause he was lost.

Alfred: That's how they get you. I once offered Master Thomas my coat during a suprise downpour. That was four years ago, and now I'm a butler. He gave me an embroidered apron with the words, "You're mine now, Brit"

This looks awesome I love how the light works

August Character Illustration Poll on my Patreon picked Zuko from all the ATLA boys bUT……..I had to add jet,,,

consider….jet alive and a part of team avatar in book 3….