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my proposal for tropes we as a fandom should adopt in all fanworks going forward: Duke Thomas edition

So every fandom has tropes and characterization quirks that have been generally accepted into fanon and, like, maybe? they were originally based on some obscure comic panel from the 80s or something but it doesn’t really matter because we’re all just,,, cool with it? Like for example- in the dc comics fandom, an art piece could show 3 of the bats that look virtually identical except one of them is holding a box of cereal so that one is obviously Dick Grayson… Y’know?

Anyway, these things usually come up naturally I guess but I’ve been here a while and it’s finally time to put my foot down. It’s high time for Duke Thomas to be more in fanon than “the sane one.” Because he might be the relatively new guy but he is certainly fears no gods or laws of the land just as much as the other bats, lemme tell ya. 

TL;DR here are character quirks (”canon-based” or otherwise) that we should all really latch onto seriously I’m begging y’all to make at least one of these happen-

Duke “Habitually Jumping Out of Moving Vehicles” Thomas

This one’s actually based in canon y’all; Duke did indeed yeet himself out of the back of a cop car and off of a bridge (in We Are… Robin). Normalize Duke’s wearing knee and elbow pads as Signal because jumping out of a car turns out relatively fine once and then suddenly Batman’s rooftop disappearing act seems mellow compared to the amount of times Gordon has whipped his head around to see a now Signal-less backseat. 

Like, he’s going 60 mph?? And he didn’t even hear the door open?? and tHE DOORS ARE STILL LOCKED??

Imagine this leaking into civilian life and Bruce waking up to a blurry photo of Duke mid-escape from a limousine on the front page of the Gotham Gazette.

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yesterday was a funny day on twitter XD

https://twitter.com/GailSimone/status/1061786484028596224

The feeling of power you get from holding a loaf of bread... indescribable

aksjdbjdjdbdb so i’ve been craving jason & damian fluff all day and i just binge-read like a whole lot of baby!damian aus because they’re all cute af and for god’s sake i cannot get these two out of my fucking head. so. may i present to you...

a Concept™ ~

jason todd: part-time drug lord, part-time babysitter (but both parts overlap literally all the time lol)

like you have -

Bruce, already running late to a Super Duper Fun Board Meeting™ with his hair all mussed up, his pants unbuttoned and baby!dami slung around his neck like a fucking scarf: jason i need you to watch damian

Jason, fully aware of the fact that he was literally just about to leave to go do very illegal, very gang-related things that his family Does Not Know About™: how about no

*one hour later*

Jason, decked out in full Red Hood gear holding a two-year old Damian in a cheap, Party City Robin costume ‘to preserve his identity’: see this kid? this is my kid. you lose him, i kill you. you make him cry, i kill you. you get so much as a speck of dust on him, i kill you. understand?

The poor, unfortunate henchmen tasked with watching Damian while Jason Takes Care Of Business™: yEs siR bOsS siR mR. rEd hOoD siR aYe ayE

*twenty minutes later*

Jason, sitting across from one of his gang members who’s about to piss his pants from fright bc Red Hood’s going Peak Intimidation™: so you see, Harold, if i ever find your ugly fucking mug lurking around Gotham High ever again, i’m going to shove an AK-47 so far up your—

Jason, hears the sound of little feet pattering towards the room and immediately curses every god that ever was: *internally* oh fuck

Damian, slams the door open: *screeching* BIG BROTHERRRRRRRR

Damian, toddling over to Jason as fast as his chubby little legs can carry him: big brother big brother!!! wook!! wook!! *shoves his hands in jason’s face* d’yasee d’yasee!!!

Jason, trying to salvage the situation: yeah yeah ’s really great squirt, awesome, amazing, go the fuck back where you came from—

“you’re not wooking!!!!”

“okay! okay, what am i looking at?”

“a rowwy powwy :)”

Jason:

Jason: *internally* he’s just a kid he’s just a kid, fucking calm down jason you can’t drop kick a two-year-old into the sun even tho he totally ruined your kick-ass intimidation session—

Jason: *externally* jeepers tater tot :) that’s so cool :) :) what’s its name :) :) :)

“her name >:(”

“sorry, her name”

Damian: es’melda. like in the movie! :)

and damian looks so damn proud of himself, jason can’t help but ruffle his hair even tho he totally messed up all of jason’s plans. but THEN. damian turns to harold, who hasn’t been this fucking confused since his high school calc class, and shoves his hands in his face and is like “wook!!! isn’t she pretty!! :))))” and all he sees is this weird tiny black sphere in damian’s sticky baby hands.

Harold:

Jason: yeah harold :) isn’t she pretty :) :)

Harold *sweats nervously*: uh.... yeah?

Damian: you don’... you don’ wike her!!! :(

Harold *glancing at Jason who’s tapping the barrel of his gun against the table*: *gulps* yes i do! i totally do—

“you don’ you don’ you don’!!”

“YEAH I DO, SEE” *leans in close to the rolly polly* “hi eSmErELdA iT’s niCe tO mEeT yOu”

Damian:

Damian: dat’s her butt