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Nancy wasn’t someone who was meant to be a sister. She was an independent soul from day one. She’d come into the world kicking and screaming, faced with a society that told her that she had to stick up for herself, because no one else would.
So Mike had been a wrench in her plans. With him came the title of big sister, the expectation to look after a smaller person even when they were dumb and rude and annoying. Nancy never wanted to be a sister, much less a big one, and Mike had gone and messed that up.
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“You…you’re Jordan Brekker.”
Jordie appraised the man silently, keeping his knife firmly against the stranger’s throat.
“Bastard of the Barrel, Dirtyhands - I go by a few names,” he said casually and let the sharp edge of the blade rise slightly to touch the man’s lips. “Once I cut out your tongue, you won’t be able to say any of them.”
A heavy silence fell between them - interrupted by a crunching sound. Jordie sighed and looked over his shoulder to where Kaz was eating an apple.
“Can we go to the fair now?” he asked impatiently. The man frowned.
“Who is that?”
Jordie plunged the knife into the man’s throat and shook his head.
“Kaz, we’ve talked about this.”
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Jordie lives and becomes Dirtyhands. Sometimes, it's a little hard to be Jordan Brekker when your baby brother is Kaz Rietveld.
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- Part 1 of The Six of Swords
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You're too Busy Talking Over Me to Hear What I'm Saying by Distracted_obsessions
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
23 Jun 2024
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Timothy huffed a laugh then raised a hand. "Your mother didn't like you enough to keep you, Jason didn't like you enough to protect you, Dick didn't like you enough to stay, Bruce doesn't like you enough to hold a conversation with you, and don't even get me started on your grandfather." Every statement was accompanied by a finger counting each one.
Damian stumbled over his own feet, barely catching himself on the railing. He stared down at the darkness without seeing it as all his defenses failed him. He opened his mouth to rebuff him but all that came out was, "And you?"
"Do you really want to know about me right now?"
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Damian and Tim get into an argument after a bad mission and Tim says something that upsets Damian's worldview. It doesn't matter though. Damian just prove that Tim Drake, the super genius, is wrong. It can't be that hard, can it?
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It turns out that growing up in the League of Assassins complicates your definition of self-worth.
Or: Damian’s Saturday nights did not typically involve an underground sequence of caverns, a drugged brother, and a bloodthirsty monster snapping at their heels, but he was nothing if not adaptable.
Or: If I am all you want to be, and you are all I want to be, why together are we not enough?
(Can be read as a standalone)Series
- Part 3 of The Happy Batfamily Universe
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The girl and magic staff were nowhere to be seen, instead a fine layer of blue, shimmering dust covered the ground. In the center, where Red Hood and Nightwing should have been, was what looked like a pile of yellow and black fabric until it started shifting and moving, revealing itself to be two human forms.
Tim stopped dead in his tracks, nearly slipping in the dust, causing Robin — who was apparently right behind him — to crash into his back.
Robin mumbled a few curse words directed at him, but stopped short when he saw what was in front of them.
It was two young boys, both with messy black hair, both covered in a fine layer of glittering blue dust, and both wearing the old Robin costume. It was Dick's design, the brighter one, closer in color to what the Flying Graysons had worn, and with a startling lack of pants. But it was the one that Jason had worn too.
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Or, Dick and Jason get de-aged by some magic, assumptions are made, and those assumptions are very, very wrong.