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Meeting his father for the first time (B&S 47-50)

First time seeing the batcave/this child is feral (B&S 53-58)

dear dad, here is a dead bird. do u like it?????? (B&S 72-73; 77-82)

LOOK AT ME MOM (B&S 89-96)

Damian says Fuck History (B: RRAG 33-34)

SHOW HIM THE ZOMBIE (B: RRAG 40, context on 42)

Damian says Fuck Ghosts!! (B: RRAG 51-56)

Stop hitting yourself (B: RRAG 56-61)

Breaking into the batcave and Tim's a jerk for no reason at ALL (B: RRAG 88-94)

Alfred does my dad love me :(? (B: RRAG 98; 103. Minus continued Tim fight.)

Nice job birdbrains (B: RRAG 124-131)

DAMIAN OUT!! (B: RRAG 134-135)

thx 4 the save dad (B: RRAG 226-228)

BUT MOM :( (B: RRAG 229-232; 236-238

Damian says Fuck Ambulances (Batman RIP; 145)

Did we just watch Batman die??? (idk end of RIP, look for exploding stuff)

Damian says FUCK NIGHTWING (BR 2009; #2 14-18)

Did you just save my life? (BR 2009; #3 12-15)

Geeze Dick I can fight blind :T (BR 2009; #4 18-21)

Big Bro #3 SUCKS (BR 2009 #5 6-9)

ffs jason THANKS A LOT (BR 2009 #6)

Aren't you dead?(BR 2009 #8 22-23)

This recovery arc sucks (BR 2009 #9 5-11, 15-18)

but I like the status quo NOW (Br 2009 #10 15-18 [part for context])

changed my mind; new spine sucks (BR 2009 #11 16-end)

electrocution will solve this problem (BR 2009 #12 7-9)

Moms suck (BR 2009 #12 14-18)

Movie night with the fam (BR 2009 #20 start-5)

Birthdays with Mom (BR 2011 #0 10)

The last birthday with Mom (BR 2011 #0 11-15)

no one cares about your dead parents Dad (BR 2011 #1 7-12)

And I didn't kill anyone! (BR 2011 #1 16-20)

Quality time with Dad (BR 2011 #2 9)

Damian says FUCK CHESS (BR 2011 #3 3-9)

This is fine (BR 2011 #3 10-19)

Dad you SUCK (prelim Ducard background) (BR 2011 #4 13-17)

With Ducard (BR 2011 #4 20-21; #5 5 to #6 3)

Thank fuck my dad is Batman (BR 2011 #7 start-8)

Double tap (BR 2011 #7 11-end)

A moral discussion (BR 2011 #8 13-end)

We're not so different you and I, Tim (BR 2011 #10 15-19)

Jason talks to his furniture (BR 2011 #11 start-7) NTS3

Big brothers aren't all bad (BR 2011 #12 8-9)

y. you aren't my real dad nightwing (BR 2011 #12 17)

goddamn bounty hunters (BR 2011 #13 13-16)

Do you even know what selfishness means? (BR 2011 #14 18-20)

It's not me who needs protecting... It's the 4 highly trained and experienced adults!! (BR 2011 #15 start-11)

Damian says fuck this murder in particular (BR 2011 #15 19-#16 15)

for FUCK'S entire sake Joker (BR 2011 #16 16-end)

Well this is nothing but nightmare fuel (Batman 2011 #17 start-7)

fuck (Batman 2011 #17 8-15, through to end for misc cutaway scenes)

what the fuck is a "game"? (Red Hood 2011 #17 13, 15)

Todd's sad attempt at being a big brother (Red Hood 2011 #17 4-5)

Jason's receding hairline (Batman 2016 #16 16)

Artistry (Implied canon, montage)

Violin practice (Implied canon, montage)

You trust people. That's what makes you you. (NW 2011 #17)

Trust me, they're a curse (not canon; loosely based on this)

MEMORY

MEMORY

MEMORY

MEMORY

MEMORY

MEMORY

TAKEN

guess who's got a NEW SPIIIINE (BR 2009 #8 18): Write Up | IC thread

Shut up and let me train you Jon (SS #6 5-12) Writeup | IC thread

Are you using my hand for a tissue :/ (GA #7 7-14) Writeup | IC thread

And that's how I learned how to dispose of a body (Reference, SS #1 14; AoSS #6 5) Writeup | IC thread

There's a new Batman in town (B&R 2011, Annual #1) Writeup | IC thread

Time to fuck off, Tim! (B&S 66-70) Writeup | IC thread TBD

Forest training (implied canon) Write up | IC thread TBD

Boss baby (BR 2009 #10 3-5) Writeup | IC thread TBD

sup granddad. fuck you. i'm out. (B: RRAG 76-77; 79-83) Writeup | IC thread TBD

Family Portraits (BR 2011 #10 5-8) Writeup | IC thread TBD

This is NOT my order and I hate you (Batman 2016 #16 11-13 pre-Bruce's outburst)

Brothers beWARE! (BR 2011 #10 11-13)

Dads >>> Moms (B: RRAG 182-184)

Torture lessons with Ducard (BR 2011 #6 16-end)

who cares about you dad AM I STILL ROBIN??? (BR 2009 #16 29-end)

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Memory 16

The day is bright and clear-skied. You are sitting at the top of a grassy hill overlooking the sea, an easel before you and an artist's pallet in your hand. In spite of the clear day, you're painting a storm out at sea.

"You are as dedicated with the brush as you are with the name, Lord [REDACTED]. My eyes behold the masterpiece of creation all around, and like the great masters, you have managed to capture a piece of it. I never thought I would see talent like theirs in my lifetime. I am a student this day."

Your art teacher's words barely make an impact. It is only a painting, no more impressive than any of your countless others.

"Judging from the heft of this satchel," he continues, "I assume the mission in Egypt was successful?"

It had been successful. An easy, if bloody, excursion. You still bear a few broken arrows from the battle, sunk too firmly into your armor to remove. Still...the mere mention of the mission sets an uncomfortable, sickly weight in your stomach. A sign of weakness, to be sure.

"Do not trouble yourself," he assures you. "Art is rest for the body and soul. I will deliver your hard-won spoils to the gates of [REDACTED]'s citadel and return with more supplies for the lesson."

You don't notice when he leaves, but you do notice his absence when you run out of the blue you need to finish shading the waves. Irritated, you return to the citadel yourself to seek him out. He will need to be scolded for his negligence.

Your mother finds you first. Tall and imposing, she lays a hand on your shoulder and guides you down into the citadel's dungeon. You have not been here often. Most of the punishments carried out down here are irrelevant to you, but today is different. You are brought to one of the dungeon's deepest rooms. A pair of guards have caught your art instructor, and The Hand of [REDACTED] turns to look at you and your mother when you enter.

Memory 17

The playground is covered in snow and children, all filling the air with their bright laughter.

You are perched in a tree, your cloak wrapped around you to ward off the cold. A boy climbing the dino-slide catches your eye. He's being reckless, and while it comes as no surprise when he falls it still makes your heart lurch in your chest. You jolt forward, only stopping yourself when you realize the boy's father is right there, arms out to catch him and wrap him in a warm embrace.

That stings too. The boy is safe, but as you watch his parents comfort him there is nothing you can do to ward off the sinking weight of longing and loneliness in your chest.

The memory blurs, and it is late at night. You're perched on the headboard of someone's bed—a bearded man, easily in his late 30s. The man is sound asleep, and that sense of longing has returned with a vengeance.

"Father," you whisper, "...I am truly alone."

The man does not stir, but it does not trouble you. He shouldn't see you now, wouldn't recognize you even if he did.

"But I cannot allow your legacy to languish in the hands of unworthy pretenders. You will come back to me..." He must come back to you. Who are you without him? "I know it...and when the true [REDACTED] returns...he will find his city as he left it. Safe. Protected."

You slip silently off the headboard and across the room to the window, the same way you'd entered.

"Your son will not fail you," you declare, sparing one last look at your sleeping father. Satisfied that he has still not woken, you slip out the window and carefully slide it closed behind you before leaping from the building.

Edited 2019-12-25 06:07 (UTC)

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