Zahri
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Jason really wants Helena to stop laughing at him. He’s trying to be a good Catholic boy for his mother.
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When Dick announced he was looking at new places in New York, Damian froze, in that way that Dick had been learning meant he was feeling very deeply inside.
Change is hard. Letting go is harder, especially when you’re not quite sure you belong.
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What do three guilty but generally well behaved heroes have to do with mercenaries and supervillains?
Not a lot, and trying to join said mercenaries’ team is probably an overreaction.
At least they’ve worked with Black Alice before.
(As far as the Secret Six go, they’ve never been particularly picky about members)
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In other places, other towns, a kid sitting rugged up on the balcony would be looking at the stars. In Gotham, with its eternal horizon glow blotting out the stars, Tim Drake was instead waiting and watching for the Bat-Signal to rise over the city.
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A quiet evening. The Wayne family brownstone. Janet Drake’s cooking roast lamb with browned potatoes for family dinner.
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- Part 5 of Mother's Day
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All Alfred wants to do is keep up with the cricket. His charges have other ideas.
Bookmarked by Zahri
23 Jan 2026
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Incredible. Alfred struggling with people interrupting him watching the cricket while also struggling with the fact it’s England playing the Ashes in Adelaide (with obvious results)
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Dick sounded amused. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“You should have known.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My latent psychic abilities haven’t kicked in yet,” Dick said. Then, as if the possibility was just occurring to him: “You told someone you were coming, right?”
Tim made a noise, vague enough for Dick to interpret however he wanted.
“Hey,” the next tug on the blanket was sharper, as was Dick’s voice. When he got the blanket down enough to see Tim’s face, he raised an eyebrow, repeating, “You told someone you were coming, right?”
Or: Tim and Bruce have a fight. Tim does the only logical thing and goes to Dick about it.
Bookmarked by Zahri
19 Jan 2026
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The one where Bruce grounds Tim over a school thing, and Tim takes off to Dick's.
Tim didn’t want to cry, but he figured it only half-counted as long as he kept his face hidden and the sound muted. Dick’s presence was solid and steady next to him, and it was easy enough to follow his breathing pattern to calm himself down, after. When Dick noticed he was trying to, he breathed a little louder, so it was easier to catch.
“You could have just called me, you know,” he said eventually, when Tim had pulled his arm down and mopped up his face on his own sleeve.
“Bruce took my phone,” Tim reminded him soggily.
“You could have commed me, then. Smartass,” Dick corrected, with enough emphasis that Tim could hear the eyeroll in his voice. Then, in a softer voice, he added, “I know B can be an asshole, Tim. But you know he didn’t mean it like that.” His elbow nudged at Tim’s side. “You’re the one who's always telling me.”
“That’s different,” Tim said, although he knew the minute he said it that he’d just given up ground he wasn’t going to be able to get back. Dick and Bruce had just been so good together when they’d been Batman and Robin, though. Sometimes he thought Dick forgot that too easily. “He doesn’t want to fight with you. Not really.”
“He doesn’t want to fight with you either, Timmy,” Dick said, taking the surrendered ground with such intentional gentleness that Tim didn’t feel quite as bad about giving it up.
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"You would have done better to choose a daughter of a more traditional house," Osmerrem Pashavaran said. 'The Ceredada girls have just as many ridiculous notions as your sister."
(the daughters of the Marquess Ceredel certainly do have notions)
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Bookmarked by Zahri
02 Dec 2025
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It happened gradually, was the thing. The emperor’s rings were tighter in the evening than the morning; that was normal. And if the fit of the rings changed, little by little, the change wasn’t large enough from day to day for any of them to notice. And then Nemer found himself thinking it was time to contact Dachensol Habrobar about adding some ease to Edrehasivar’s signet ring, and realised all of a sudden that something had changed.
The signet ring had fit perfectly at first, Nemer was sure of it. Hadn’t it? Or was he remembering that wrong? Maybe it had always been a little snug, maybe they had accepted that it didn’t slide on easily in exchange for the security of knowing it wouldn’t slide off easily.
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Maia's edocharei notice something is wrong, and do something about it.
Bookmarked by Zahri
31 Oct 2025
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The one dealing with Maia’s hand discomfort and possible arthritis
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Good things are not meant for the Waynes.
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Tim, Damian, and Dick manage to get away from Gotham for a little while, only to get attacked on their way back.Bookmarked by Zahri
06 Sep 2024
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The one that really reminds me of Batman & Robin 2024 Annual.
They take turns picking over the weapons. A pair of escrima is tucked into Dick’s belt, a hatchet looped into Tim’s jeans. Damian stands sentry over them, held still by Tim’s hand on his hip while they push knives into his pockets.
“Back to the cabin?” Tim asks, when Dick starts kicking the remainder of the knives under the car’s hull.
“To the city.”
Tim grimaces. That’s thirty miles from here. A fifteen hour hike at the very least.
“Leave the bow,” Dick says, prying it from Damian’s hands. He hands him the empty duffel bag. “Are you good to run?”
“We don’t have much of a choice,” The boy grumbles.
“I could carry you,” Dick offers, and Tim knows he would, if Damian just asked.
He doesn’t.