They Have AO3?!?

who can relate

As a artist

Ik Damian be crashing tf out

Damian:*muffled screaming from upstairs*

Duke: what the fuck was that..

Steph: oh thats just Damian in his art studio

Duke: isn't art supposed to be relaxing??..

Steph: 🤷🏼‍♀️

Damian: *yelling* I FUCKING HATE COLOR THEORY *window smashes*

I can't explain it, but Batman needs to be mythologized. In Gotham, that is.

Logically, they know he's just a man, made of skin and bones and blood, like all of them. Those who met him, who had the ill luck to, say he feels like the city itself.

When danger approaches, with the click of a gun or hiss of a knife, it’s not the police people pray to. There's a single name that rivals Gotham‘s, and it’s not them.

So much so, there's whispers of what might happen, about guidelines being stepped. Kinda like how if you're compared to Aphrodite, you might die.

Such as:

If you see a wounded bird, of any kind, take it to a vet, or nurture it back to health. You’ll get robbed otherwise.

Don't wear pearls. Just don't.

Never let your son walk alone at night. Never lay your hands on them, either. The Bat doesn't take kindly to it.

the people are yearning for battinson/corensupes superbat (i am people)

You'll never be able to love a single person, you love everyone, you love too much, you'll never be able to place all that love into a romantic relationship.

(My exhausted, sick, and in pain mind came up with when thinking on me being aroace.)

Okay but imagine, while dead, ghost Jason witnesses how people spoke ill about him and blamed him for his own bruthal death. Like, his own family not only don't try to defend him or rebut what they say, some of them even start it.

It's a sucker punch. He's dead and can't defend himself and his own family are being so awful. Maybe he thinks that they don't want him, they didn't like him, they didn't really love him.

So he goes away to follow A) random person who wasn't there when people were trash talking him or B) random person who did defend him.

And when I say random, I mean random. It could be anyone from Roy to Two Face to a citizen who overheard Batman scolding other vigilantes at three in the morning and scolded him and all of them for having the audacity to talk like that about a dead kid.

Just, imagine ghost Jason following a nice grandma he didn't even know in life because she was the only one who he ever heard defend him, saying his death was not his own fault. Maybe at first just because he feels so lonely and lost, but then he gets attached. He sits on the isle while she cooks, he follows her grandchildren to and from school to try keep them safe (like tugging their clothes when way ahead is dangerous, making them trip when something goes flying towards their way, and so), he sits in the arm of the couch when she and her daughter talk about their day, etc.

And when he goes back to life and bumps into that person he feels something warm on his chest and doesn't know why. Maybe he's really partial to this specific cape, maybe he's more open to this one rougue than he is with the family, maybe he meets that old lady and connect right away.

this made me so emotional, this is insane. imagine Jaybin's ghost strolling around, hearing how he is being criticised for his own death, how they twist and turn his story to fit a convenient narrative, but then he enters the Crime Alley, and it is so drastically different. they all miss the Second Robin, they talk of him to their children, they cuss out if they hear Batman mumbling some non-sense. after all, they are not stupid — they knew that the Second Robin was *theirs*. they heard it in the way he spoke and understood them, how he fought for them earnestly. and they don't know details of what happened and how he died, but they know that this kid was anything but what others tell about him now.

so they keep his memory. they always speak of him nicely. and Jason is so, so touched. his heart aches, but for once, it is a pleasant ache — he sits around elderly women hissing at Batman, protecting "their grandson", and he sits on the windowsill of the bedroom of a kid, whose mother tell him stories about the Second Robin sometimes. he is home. and he is loved.

once he is back in the Crime Alley as Red Hood, he feels safer than he ever was, even though it feels like a ridiculous thought. he doesn't remember his days as a ghost, but he knows that these people are *his*. that he is at peace with them.

and if one of the old ladies raises from her squeaky chair to pat Red Hood on his helmet and to tell him that he grew up beautifully, knowing damn well who is hiding under the hood then no one needs to know.

In your Dick but everyone else is ducks pic, I noticed no Duke Duck, but I’m just very curious as to what a Signal ducky would look like lol

Oh Yeah you're totally right I kinda loose track with illustrations like these I always want to include a bunch off stuff but then I forget😅

I’m gonna use that as an opportunity to draw the whole Gotham gang as ducks (it not all of them just the ones I kinda of know^^)

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.