Tag: big brother of the year

a-wayne-at-heart:

#the robins as

If you’re familiar with this tag o’ mine, I’m open to suggestions (as part of my celebrating the New Year with you guys).

I love imagining the Bat-sons in the most mundane, day-to-day, slice-of-life scenarios – think pet owners, gym rats, dance instructors, etc.

I can’t promise I’ll get around to every suggestion, but we’ll see.

P.S. The reason I’ve only been writing these for Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian is because they’re the ones I feel closest to. Apart from Bruce, they’re the ones I’m more well-aquainted with, so.

Ask.

a-wayne-at-heart:

The Robins as…

DANCE INSTRUCTORS

Dick

  • A lot of different styles, but mostly contempo or jazz
  • Daily outfits range from booty shorts to harem pants
  • Mind-blowing fluidity (and that he’s so easy to look at and utterly approachable is just the cherry on top)

Jason

  • Capoeira (or any style that’s close to a martial art)
  • Free sessions especially held for street kids (with Batburger meals on his tab if they choose to hang out afterwards)
  • Encourages students to embrace their individuality in self-expression

Tim

  • “I said a hip hop, hippie to the hippie, the hip, hip a hop, and you don’t stop, a rock it out”
  • Co-instructs with Cass, who’ll teach ballet from time to time
  • Makes sure to emphasize discipline as much as he does fun

Damian

  • Traditional dances from all over the world (like the Arabian Dabke) – recital-level costumes included
  • Yoga as warm-up (preferrably the one that involves goats)
  • “Water breaks are for the weak”

When your grandsons, in an effort to step out of their father’s shadow, get an apartment of their own…

Nightwing’s uniform: *splayed on the couch along with Dick’s hair products and smelly socks*

Red Hood’s weapons: *lying in wait for someone to accidentally trip on them*

Red Robin’s coffee: *spilled all over the dining table – which also doubles as Tim’s makeshift bed – and his laptop*

Robin’s pets: *walking in and out of the bathroom, soaking wet*

Alfred: *looking around with a deadpan-but-clearly disappointed look on his face*

Alfred: *clears his throat as he steps over a fallen garbage can on the floor*

Alfred: Who washes the dishes?

Jason: *defensively raising his hands in front of his face* Nobody washes the dishes! We eat the food directly off the coffee table and you know it!

Why it sometimes takes forever for Batman’s sons to finish their meals (much to Alfred’s chagrin)…

Robin: *staring at a utensil on the dining table* All of my instincts and my training are telling me to use this like a weapon.

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This is me going out on a limb here and assuming that this family still takes the time to eat.