Robin (1993) #121

Robin (1993) #121

Re-reading the early issues with Bernard and this scene was just so gay. Like they consistently try to make him be straight but it always just comes off like a queer kid desperately trying to stay in the closet

Oh my fucking god

This Is How You Win the Time War

Tim woke up to find Red Hood standing in his bedroom.

This wasn't much of a surprise. It had been a year since Hood tried to kill Tim, a little less than a year since he and Bruce had the confrontation that left Bruce grim and withdrawn -- well, more grim and withdrawn than usual. In that time, Hood had made a name for himself in the criminal underworld. Tim wasn't sure whether he believed the stories of heads in a duffel bag, but clearly a lot of people did, and Red Hood had to be intimidating enough for that kind of legend to seem plausible.

Logic dictated that it was only a matter of time before he tried to add Tim's head to his collection. They had unfinished business, after all.

Tim had just started to scramble up into a defensive position -- alone in Drake Manor, in his pajamas, no weapon close at hand -- when Hood said, "Identification. Imbroglio. Phasotherapy. Farinaceous."

The word sequence made Tim freeze, awkwardly crouched on the bed in his boxers and t-shirt. He stared at Red Hood, who was not actually wearing his helmet right now. Nor a domino mask. He stood in the doorway to Tim's room and stared back at him.

Finally Tim gathered himself enough to ask, "Metaplasia?"

"Nope," Hood answered. "Or, 'laundulet' or whatever. It's really me."

"And you're in a time loop." Tim eased down into a crouch, not quite ready to relax. "I'm going to assume I taught you those code words -- "

" -- in a previous loop," they said together.

"Yeah," Hood said and then he -- his scarred face broke into a grin and he -- he strode across the room, sending Tim backwards, trying to go up the wall like a spooked cockroach, except Hood caught him and pulled him forward into a. Hug.

"I love you so much," Hood rasped, ignoring Tim's hands around his throat. "You little weirdo, I love you so much. You're the only one who prepared for this."

Losing my fucking mind

Jason is an "I'd kill for you" person stuck in a "live for me" family.

Happy birthday Kim Dokja 🥺🥺🥺 to celebrate, a few artists and I have done an art collage of the various outfits for him!

If you'd like a print of this, you may purchase it here. ALL PROCEEDS will go to Care for Gaza :]

Thinking about the way Tim Drake specifically is written by fans. I feel like it’s such a huge insight into the people writing him. Maybe not every single one of the but most of them?

What would you do for the people you love? Who would you become for them? What would you change for them? At the end of the day can you say they would do the same for you? How does it feel to know you’d give everything to see a set of eyes that look at you as if you’re a story worth telling