Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin: *squabbling after a mission gone awry*

Red Hood: What’s done is done! *slams fist on the table*

Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin:

Red Hood: All that matters now, all that’s ever mattered, is that we’re together.

Red Hood: So, shut up and drink your beer.


Cue Nightwing bringing out two juice boxes.

In my mind, Dick, Jason, and Tim try to give Damian a second chance at childhood even though they didn’t necessarily have great ones themselves.

Reading him bedtime stories. Attending his tea parties with his pets. Teaching him the basics of sports. Even the occasional noogies and wedgies.

They’re trying to pay forward some of the things that Bruce has done for them while they were growing up because Bruce isn’t a perfect father and still struggles to be one for Damian, too.

“Bedtime Stories” by Jason Peter Todd…

Jason [sitting on Damian’s bed]: … The worst was the smell. The pain, well… What can you say about your skin congealing? But the smell was so… You know, for a second, I thought someone left a pot roast burning in the oven? But it was just my flesh. And then, finally, I was alive again.


Sweet dreams, Dami.