Often mistaken for the instructor. That’s understandable – He’ll help anyone who looks like they’re having a tough time.
He’s… distracting. For obvious reasons.
But, actually, it’s his positive energy that’ll make you keep coming back to finish the grueling regimen.
Will sometimes come in wearing a very loud outfit that screams “80s” because he knows that it amuses some people, then backs it up with a few Flying Grayson-esque stunts.
JASON:
The one that other gym rats steer clear of.
He’s basically a shadow in a dark corner of the gym pumping 200 lb of iron with one arm while smoking a cigarette with the other.
What’s with the bright green liquid in his blood-stained water bottle?
As “mythical” as he seems, he’s actually adorably polite to the employees. (They swear they’ve caught him wink at them.)
TIM:
The one wearing a Bluetooth headset and a watch monitoring all his vital signs.
Pre-installed surveillance cameras that feed information directly into his laptop, which he’s constantly checking out as he works out.
The other board members of Wayne Enterprises have no idea that he’s actually on the treadmill while on an online conference with them. (Pretty fit, Timmy!)
*referring to the stuff in his water bottle* “Oh, this? It’s, um, pure liquid caffeine.”
DAMIAN:
“Whose kid is this?” a staff member announced, right before his finger broke “inexplicably”. (It never happened again.)
If people steer clear of Jason, they’d rather not come in at all when they know it’s this little guy’s day.
You know that thing when the person next to you’s so condescending that he can’t help but smirk loudly and mutter “weak” every time he sees you break a sweat, but you can’t really do anything about it because he’ll growl at you (and who knows what else)? Yeah.
Besides, it’s uncomfortable every time his cat (Pennyworth, is it?) sits on your face while you’re trying to bench-press.
*sheepishly rubbing his neck while staring at his phone, a lopsided grin forming on his lips* “You’re kidding…”
Calls Babs and Wally to make sure that it’s not a prank (He’s that genuinely suprised and grateful.)
Cheerfully tells Bruce about it over a rare breakfast together (and knows that “Hn” means Bruce didn’t understand a single word he just said)
Jason:
“Isn’t that like… a container you put your drink in?” (Oh, that’s right. Tim made his account to use as online bait for criminals.)
*sees the mobile app for the first time*
*scrolls through the Batfamily tags*
*grunts in mild amusement over some posts*
*reads “10,000” and raises an eyebrow*
“This kinda stuff’s popular, huh?”
*stares blankly at the phone for a second* “Online bait. Sounds… Useful. *gets on his motorcycle and speeds away*
Tim:
*shakes his head, chuckles at how much Jason still has to learn about the modern world, hopes he doesn’t do anything rash and so turns on his Red Hood tracker, and logs into Tumblr on the Batcomputer*
*clicks “Block” on another porn blog* “Aaaaaand that’s got it. Yup. Still 10,000.” *gets up and heads to his bedroom*
*sits back down, refilled and smoking cup of coffee balancing on his lap (No, Timothy!)* “Or, maybe if I try a different algorithm –”
Damian:
*takes a screenshot and hits “Send” in 30 seconds tops* “We’ll see who’s ‘super’ now, Kent!
Posts pictures of his pets posing majestically with captions of quotes from ancient League manuscripts to (indirectly) express his gratitude
"Command Drake to stop hacking into my account, Father! I command it!” when he notices his follower count dwindling
Wow, um. Thank you. Your support has been inspiring me to make original content, too. Just… Thank you.
Sincerely,
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Dick:
*sheepishly rubbing his neck while staring at his phone, a lopsided grin forming on his lips* “You’re kidding…”
Calls Babs and Wally to make sure that it’s not a prank (He’s that genuinely suprised and grateful.)
Cheerfully tells Bruce about it over a rare breakfast together (and knows that “Hn” means Bruce didn’t understand a single word he just said)
Jason:
“Isn’t that like… a container you put your drink in?” (Oh, that’s right. Tim made his account to use as online bait for criminals.)
*sees the mobile app for the first time*
*scrolls through the Batfamily tags*
*grunts in mild amusement over some posts*
*reads “10,000” and raises an eyebrow*
“This kinda stuff’s popular, huh?”
*stares blankly at the phone for a second* “Online bait. Sounds… Useful. *gets on his motorcycle and speeds away*
Tim:
*shakes his head, chuckles at how much Jason still has to learn about the modern world, hopes he doesn’t do anything rash and so turns on his Red Hood tracker, and logs into Tumblr on the Batcomputer*
*clicks "Block” on another porn blog* “Aaaaaand that’s got it. Yup. Still 10,000.” *gets up and heads to his bedroom*
*sits back down, refilled and smoking cup of coffee balancing on his lap (No, Timothy!)* “Or, maybe if I try a different algorithm –”
Damian:
*takes a screenshot and hits “Send” in 30 seconds tops* “We’ll see who’s ‘super’ now, Kent!
Posts pictures of his pets posing majestically with captions of quotes from ancient League manuscripts to (indirectly) express his gratitude
"Command Drake to stop hacking into my account, Father! I command it!” when he notices his follower count dwindling
Wow, um. Thank you. Your support has been inspiring me to make original content, too. Just… Thank you.
(Let’s face it: they all need Alfred. But left to their own devices…)
Dick:
It comes naturally to him, a perk of being a father (even if he isn’t on this Earth yet) and big brother figure to people within and outside of the Batfamily.
Unashamedly reads maternity books out of curiosity.
Cooing, babbling, silly animal sounds and corny jokes. He’ll be utterly annoying to grown-ups, but absolutely delightful to anyone below the age of 8.
Gentle disciplinarian.
Jason:
Protective. Even from himself. None of his weapons within a one mile radius (unless locked up in a Wayne Tech-grade safe).
Doesn’t mind being vulnerable around young’uns and will indulge their playtime fantasies. (*to toddler* “I’m, um… *looks around to make sure that no one else is around* Red Robin Hood.” But Alfred is around. He always is.)
Reluctantly pulls out Shakespeare from a shelf when asked by a toddler, “Will you wead me a bedtime stowy?”
Tim:
Takes baby-proofing to another level. (He prefers that things be on autopilot because he’s a busy, busy vigilante.)
But once in a while he can’t help himself and goes into Kid Mode. (Supervillain who?)
Sneaks kids into the Batcave for a “field trip” when Bruce isn’t around (and Bruce pretends he doesn’t know).
Actually enjoys helping with homework (even if he’s lazy to do his own).
Damian:
Hates it… Then pretends to hate it… Then actually finds that it pleases him.
Because he likes having a protegé (“Master Damian, he is four!” But he doesn’t understand why that matters since he canonically started training around that age.)
Is secretly fascinated by Lego and other “children’s toys” and somewhat surprised that swords and encyclopedias don’t fall into the same category.
Most likely to get stared at (for obvious reasons)
Keeps calling Alfred to report on available varieties for each item on the list and bargains for his or his siblings’ favorite snacks
Sings along or dances to the jingle while waiting in line at the cashier
Jason:
Most likely to stick to the grocery list
But his plan to “just get this over with” is usually derailed by a senior citizen struggling to put a heavy sack into a cart or a little kid trying to reach a toy on a high shelf
Comes home to the Manor blushing deeply and with lipstick stains from a grateful old lady
Tim:
Most likely to spend the whole day in the grocery
Because (1) he’s still groggy from pulling an all-nighter for a case and can’t mentally process Alfred’s list, or (2) he can’t help but research the toxicity profile of everything on it, which somehow leads him to cross-reference them with recent sightings of… (*looks up from his phone* “Oh, Alfred! Why are you here? Where am I?”)
Damian:
Most likely to sulk the entire time (“You do not send a prince to do a servant’s job, Pennyworth!”)… that is, until he discovers the pet section
Also most likely to be sent back to return everything that he bought and pick up the things that were actually on the list
So…
Once in a while I’ll come across a comment or two on my posts asking where so-and-so is or why so-and-so isn’t included in them. And I’m grateful because none of them have been rude so far; to me, they sound more like outcries from fans who just want their beloved (and perhaps underappreciated) characters to get more recognition.
Though I understand where they’re coming from, here’s the thing: a lot of you are probably more well-versed in comic canon than I am.
One of the reasons I’m partial to certain characters is because they’re the ones I first encountered when I started reading comics and whose core “personalities” really stuck with me. I’ve gotten to know them more intimately than others and tend to read more about them. It’s kind of like discovering a TV show that really resonates with you; it can keep you from checking out other shows because you’re so preoccupied watching it.
(And I’m really not fond of writing about anything that I don’t know much about because it feels like cheating to me, if that makes sense.)
That being said, once in a while, I’ll come across an incorrect quote or think up a scenario that makes me go, “Oh, I think I might know this character that I rarely write about enough to include him or her in this”. And that’s when I really run with it because it brings me joy to make posts with a big-family feel.
So… You’ll have to forgive me if you don’t see a lot of your favorite character on here. (Trust me, it’s probably better that way until I get back to reading comics more consistently again.)
I do appreciate your comments (and will, once in a while, even stalk reblogs just to read the tags on them *snickers unashamedly*).
Spoiler: *rolling on the floor and wheezing from excessive laughter*
The Signal: *walking distractedly into the Batcave as he goes through messages on his phone* Uh, guys? I just got a text from Jason, something about – *does a double-take and covers his mouth the moment he realizes it’s Bruce* Wooooahhhh, no, no, dude – Is this really happening right now?
Batgirl: Somehow more mind-boggling than the existence of parallel Earths, huh? This is gonna confuse my dad. I should probably give him a heads up.
Me: *dials an undisclosed number on my phone* Heeeeyyyy Selina… I’m sorry to bother you, but you might wanna drop that diamond you’re stuffing into your suit and come over. I’ve got something… shinier.
Alfred: *walks into the Batcave and notices a small light in otherwise utter darkness*
Alfred: *turns on all the lights, waits for his eyes to adjust and sees Bruce sitting on his computer chair, staring into the distance* Master Bruce?
Batman: *clears his throat and wipes his face haphazardly* Alfred. I – I didn’t hear you come in.
Alfred: My word… It’s been a while since I last saw you shed a tear. What’s the matt–
Batman: *gets up and starts working on his latest gadget* Allergies! You know I have them.
Alfred: I’ve been with you since before you were in nappies. You most certainly do not.
Batman: I meant fear toxin! Crane’s b-back in town.
Alfred:Master. Bruce.
Batman: *putting on his cowl and cape in a hurry* The signal, Alfred – Gordon, rooftop – *runs into the Batmobile*
Alfred: *muttering as he picks up what looks to be a discarded phone from the ground and dusts it off* Such a simple question. But perhaps I should have known better. *sighs*
Me: *walking into the Batcave with Dick and holding my hair down as the Batmobile zooms past us*
Nightwing: *drops the cereal bar he was munching on* Broosh? Wha– He totally forgot about me! *jumps on his motorcycle and speeds off*
Alfred: I believe this belongs to you.
Me: *takes my phone from him* He’s been looking at our Tumblr account again, huh? *scrolls through the inbox*
Me: *grinning from ear to ear*
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This is so touching that it could make even Mr. Poker McBatface show some emotion, is what I’m trying to say. Thank you, thank you, @unsaddledlamb!
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