Alternate Ending Of The Horse And The Infant;

if you’re up for it I’d love to hear all your cass & tim head canons

DUDE okay so I've got a lot of them

They've been mistaken for twins until people get a good look at them. This happened a lot when they were younger, Batgirl and Robin, enough that it's a running gag between Dick, Babs and Steph that they refuse to explain to the others. Bruce knows the joke he just pretends he doesn't, and it bothers Damian especially so much

They're twins spiritually. Cut from the same cloth (Bruce's) into different articles of clothing, but from the same cloth nonetheless.

They're all vibes. Literally all vibes.

Cass knows Tim's lame and a loser and everything, but like...that's her little brother. Her amazing, amazing little brother. She won't deny he's a freak and weird and a loser and strange, she knows he is objectively if nothing else, but it's part of what makes him him.

They rarely refer to Bruce as "Bruce" to each other. It's always "him". 'You sound just like him right now.' 'He sent you didn't he?' 'This was his idea, wasn't it.'

Cass told Tim that when she's Batman (when, mind you, not if), Tim can be her partner. Tim was very touched but said he won't be Robin then and he doesn't want to go back to Robin. Cass told him that she never said anything about Robin and that Batman’s only been a girl once so they can change the rules a bit.

Cass is Tim's odd-perfect-skilled-kind-good big sister and Tim is Cass' genius-weird-sweet-good little brother and it's a dynamic so unique to them. They're mirrors, and they're aware of the fact, but haven't put much thought to it except that they are.

Tim talks and thinks a lot, Cass doesn't talk a lot and she's good at detective work when she puts her mind to it, but she rather wouldn't a good percentage of the time. So she lets Tim do it for her when he can because he's good at and likes it, and in return she points out when he's overthinking and catastrophizing and getting too into his own head about stuff and drags him out of it.

They're each other's favorite siblings, hands-down.

Cass gets in Tim's space a lot, physically and into his stuff. Tim has slightly more courtesy about it, but knows she's fine with him in her stuff and space so does so a lot.

They don't always get each other but they love each other and that's enough for them. It makes up for it, to them.

Same haircut! Steph cuts their hair with kitchen scissors in the middle of the night while exhausted and she's the only stylist they accept. She charges only Tim.

These two are autism and audhd solidarity so sometimes they're coninhabiting the same space content, sometimes Tim's talking about everything and anything and Cass is listening, sometimes they're there in complete silence.

They both knew and cared about Batman (either as a figure or as a hero) before Bruce (the man and their dad) so they make the distinction a lot more and a lot clearer than everyone else.

They both want to go to Bludhaven again, keep Dick company and maybe settle down again, but they were so sad the last time they were there that they associate the city with horrible memories.

They're both fashion disasters but Cass wears whatever's most convenient and Tim genuinely think he dresses well. Cass sees nothing wrong with Tim's fashion sense and Tim sees no reason to too say anything about hers, especially since he knows she doesn't care.

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So that’s basically how it went down

one piece saved my life man

i can no longer take any description of a male protagonist seriously if the writer describes him as ‘brooding’

because i used to think ‘oh, that’s sexy and mysterious, etc’

and now i think of this

once you’ve been loudly cussed out by 2.5 lbs of feathers, that word only ever means one thing

ALLHP ; who's the father LOL

thought about this again. kind of amazing how we’re all just chasing ways to duplicate how this scene makes us feel, either in life or in art.

Mace: *dragging Kenobi and Vos out of the slam poetry night by their tunic collars and stops Tholme and Jinn from leaving them behind* No, you heard our rules after last week’s incident, they’ve been banned!

Qui-Gon: *ready to argue* What in the galaxy could my sweet baby padawan have done to get kicked out?

Tholme: I must admit, despite Jinn’s willful ignorance, I understand that mine could get banned, but he never mentioned it so I would like to know what he did.

Mace: Obi-Wan wrote a poem about a galaxy wide war that gave seventeen people True Visions and I had a shatterpoint migraine till last night. So for him it’s either me or him in that room and I’m the host so it’s me.

Qui-Gon: *taking a sheepish Obi-Wan into his arms for a pity cuddle cause that poem had led to like four straight days of council sessions and an enslaved Dathomiri child being found in a senator’s house on Naboo* To be fair. Obi-Wan had some good points.

Tholme: I’m scared to ask. What did mine do?

Mace: He didn’t write a poem so he went up to the mic and started licking it. It was the most disgusting noise I ever heard. If he gets near a mic I might have to drop kick him. Safer for him out here.

Tholme: *deep sigh of sadness* Yeah that sounds like something he’d do.