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when i see your light shine, i know i'm home by TheyDontBurnLikeUs_27
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU
20 Feb 2026
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"I know you're Robin," Tim says bluntly, "or at least- you were Robin, before being Nightwing. And I'm not going to tell anyone I promise! I've never told anyone before. I just really need you to talk to Mr. Wayne because Gotham needs Batman and Robin for real, not just other heroes filling in, it's not the same. And it must be so hard since Jason died but it's important and I think you should come back and you should be Robin again, at least part time, or help him find someone who can be and- and I know it's a lot to ask and I'm sorry but I don't know how to convince him alone and he always listened to you when you were Robin!"
Dick stares at him, his mouth is open and Wally looks similarly shocked where his freckled hand rests on Dick's shoulder.
Tim feels his eyes brimming with stubborn tears "Please don't tell me you're not I- I know it, because you can do a quadruple summersault."
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Tim Drake shows up to Dick Grayson's apartment rambling about Batman, Robin, secret identities, and Jason Todd's death. No one is quite sure how to handle it.
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- Part 2 of Jason Todd Lives AU
Bookmarked by Wow_a_cat
07 Mar 2026
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Alfred had survived worse arrangements than Wayne Manor. He reminded himself of that on the mornings when the house felt too large, too quiet, the kind of quiet that made his shoulders itch and his jaw ache from clenching through dreams he didn’t quite remember. He had survived tents that smelled of oil and blood, orders barked through static, nights where sleep was a suggestion and not a promise. A mansion with polished floors and soft light should not have been the thing that undid him.
And yet.
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Or, Alfred knows how to be many things—loved is not one of them.Bookmarked by Wow_a_cat
07 Feb 2026
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I’m a winged insect, you’re a funeral pyre by TrashyPandas (BlueJayFan)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
05 Nov 2024
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He reached the middle of the bridge and leaned against the railing, the bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers.
For a long time, he just stood there, staring down at the river, watching it pass without purpose, just as the days had passed him by.
The bottle slipped from his hand, shattering on the icy stones below. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the night, briefly disturbing the stillness before being swallowed up by the river’s endless flow.
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Or how Alfred took a leap of faith, witnessed the rise and fall of the Waynes and somewhere in the middle, fell in love.
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- Part 3 of Collection - Alfred's beginnings
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20 Jan 2026