Chapters: 3/11Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under The Red Hood (2010), Batman: Hush (2019)Chapter

Chapters: 3/11 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Batman: Hush (2019) Chapter summary: In which Dick brushes his teeth, Tim and Jason eat a salad, and Jason and Barbara's phone calls go about just as well.

What's this? Me, forgetting to tell y'all the fic got updated for days? It's more likely than you'd think!

"Robin means survivor."

Illustration from chapter 3 of The Protector! Anatomy is wonky af but gotta say I love how Steph turned out, she's a buff little creature

"Now the thought

Both of lost happiness and lasting pain

Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes

That witnessed huge affliction and dismay

Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast hate:

At once as far as angels ken he views

The dismal situation waste and wild,

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round

As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames

No light, but rather darkness visible

Served only to discover sights of woe,

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace

And rest can never dwell, hope never comes

That comes to all; but torture without end

Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed

With ever-burning sulfur unconsumed."

John Milton, Paradise Lost

Ngl I think this is my favorite fanart I’ve made of Jason so far

Alt. Ver. More akin to that one fallen angel painting

Me: makes headcanons about how Jason Todd would get on mood stabilizers and then stop taking them because "he is healed"

Also me: guess who procrastinated refilling her prescription

John Constantine is afraid of freaked out by two bats: Red Hood, because he doesn't know what he is but he sure is something and he wishes people would be a little more concerned to figure out what's going on, and, even more terrifying fucking eldritch get that shit away from me we're gonna die freakier, Duke Thomas, because he knows EXACTLY what he is and he wishes he didn't. And also because Duke knows this and has the time of his life using his powers to freak him out. Once these two team up, they are unstoppable.

Like, imagine the bats need magic help for a mission. John wakes up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and suddenly the corridor lights flicker wildly before turning blinding, he now has seven shadows the shape of which is slowly turning from his silhouette into horrifying images, just as suddenly turning off into complete darkness, and then at the other end of the corridor is the silhouette of a man with glowing eyes that tilts its head to the side like an owl, pulls flaming swords out of his heart and just fucking stares at him without blinking, most of his face and body wreathed in shadows even were the flaming swords should shed light. And then, right behind him in a crepuscular half-light that stems out of nowhere, even though he can't see anybody in the corner of his eye, a voice whispers: "you're needed in Gotham." And then bam, full darkness and they're gone. And John probably knows it's them pretty quickly but that makes it so much worse??? He's a powerful magic user, regularly does work for Justice League Dark, he's fought demons and been through hell. He thought he'd seen anything horrifying and Eldritch and undead there was to see and become numb to it. But the existence of these two? And the fact that life (well, fucking Bruce Wayne apparently) decided to make them brothers? That's enough to give him nightmares.

I think Duke Thomas should get to give off eldritch horror vibes to all JL-associated magic users. As a treat.

I need someone to write a fanfic where the League are convinced they work like Doctor Who right now oh my god this is gold

Tim starts spreasing a rumor that every Robin is the same person, they just work like Doctor Who.

Even better: no one was ever told otherwise so everyone just assumed they were the same person and the kids lean into it

Bruce: This is my sidekick, Robin.

8-year-old Dick: Nice to meet you, Mr. Superman!

Clark: Nice to meet you too, Robin.

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12-year-old Jason: 'Sup.

Oliver: Robin, you look... different.

Jason: What's that supposed to mean?

Oliver: Nothing. I mean, different is good, right?

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14-year-old Tim: I'm here! Sorry I'm late.

Barry: Wait, I thought Robin died.

Tim: I got better.

Barry: I see.

Barry: The pants are a nice touch.

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Damian: I have arrived. You may now grovel in my presence.

Arthur: Alright, this one MUST be a different child.

Damian: What are you talking about?

Arthur: You are six inches shorter than last month.

Damian: Perhaps you got taller.

Arthur: That... actually makes me feel better. Thank you.

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Steph: *walks in*

Hal: Someone tell me what the hell's going on.

Steph: I transitioned.