To Look Into Later :p

Luke laughs, throwing his head back. Cast plops down beside him, flower crown in hand. “Your highness,” the brunette chirps. Luke’s laugh dies into a giggle as he takes the crown and gently sets itself on his own head.

Neither acknowledge the way that Casr’s eyes shine an eerie gold or how Luke’s shoes are stained with dried blood. They’ve both learned better than to ask when on this planet, surrounded by fields, trees, and lakes.

“May the stars guide your path, Lukka,” Cast says quietly, hours later when he stands.

“And May the Force be with you, Castian,” Luke replies, watching the Fallen disappear into the tree line.

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Fox: The guard doesn't really do Jedi.

Thorn: What do you call that then?

Looks over towards the tables where a Ten year old Padawan is enthusiastically explaining his life goals to a large chunk of the guard.

Anakin: And then once you're all free from Depur and his Sleemo Senators then you guys can go do whatever you want, there's a whole galaxy out there you know? And one day I'm gonna see all of them and it's gonna be totally Wizard and And maybe some of you can come with me and-

Fox: He's our Jetti'ika, doesn't count

Hes just a little blob! I heard of Batblob and now theres ROBINBLOB?!?!?

Tim: … I did what we’re told to do. I got an adult. The adult just didn’t listen. What else was I supposed to do Jason?

Jason and Tim are arguing, Jason brings up how Tim stole his mantle

Tim, yelling: I did what I was supposed to do!! I got an adult! It's not my fault the adult wouldn't help! I had to take matters into my own hands, I will not be shamed for that! If you want to be mad at someone? Don't be mad at me. Or Bruce. Or Alfred. You wanna be mad at someone? Be mad at Dick Grayson, because when I saw that Batman was falling apart at the seams, I went straight to him! I asked him to help, when Batman was going to tear Gotham apart, piece by piece, in his grief, I BEGGED Dick to help, and he said no, so I had to step up because otherwise no one would.

Jason, not angry anymore: Wh- Tim, you were, you were 13! It wasn't your job to fix a grown man, you didn't have to be the one to save him...

Tim: Then why didn't anyone help!!

Jason: Tim...

Tim: why didn't anyone help?

Free Hugs

Danny feels cheated somehow. When he'd detected a ghost in Gotham, he had prepared to throw hands almost immediately, like he used to do in his hometown. Instead, he got this.

Every. Single. Time. Red Hood would not. Stop. Hugging. Him.

Danny was not aware that he was teddy bear shaped, but Red Hood seemed pretty convinced that he had to hug him on sight.

When Tim was little, his parents mentioned a barely known God that spanned multiple civilizations; but no one really knew what he was the God OF.

And little Timmy, well, he felt bad for that God. Years, centuries of work only to be forgotten?

It would be like completing homework four weeks early and having everyone forget he'd done it!

So from age seven and up, Tim would start praying to this God. He had the same name across multiple languages, and Tim opted to just use what all of those names would be in English.

Phantom.

What started at first as a side thing became his predominant religion by the accident of developing a habit and continuing it over years.

When he prayed to Phantom, he felt like he was being acknowledged in a way that praying to other gods just did not provide.

Even when he kind of went agnostic, he'd always toss up a little prayer to the Almost-Forgotten God.

He didn't expect, during a kidnapping courtesy of Joker after a rather shitty patrol, for said God to manifest in front of him and fight Joker with his fists.

Or; the reason Danny survived the portal accident (sort of) was because he was already in the process of being deified by someone who was alive at the same time he was, making Tim his only worshipper. Danny doesn't find this out until way later, and finds the guy who technically kept him alive to thank him-only to find him about to be tortured by a clown. Danny loses his shit.

I present to you, brotherhood. Bashing each other and playing dirty then going to places that interest both of you.

Dick just doesn't understand their perfect and completely normal dymanic 🙄

Like, let them have their conversation calm down ur dramatic beans

Jason: holy fuck… you are the next me.

Tim, smirking: no. I’m BETTER.

Tim: How many people are you willing to kill for your mission?

Jason: How many are you

Tim: For my mission? Zero. Now, to make a point on the other hand...

And I promise you. No one will find your body… or maybe they’ll never STOP finding you. Depends on how much you annoy me.

Room full of Gotham rogues, tim enters it holding a gun a shoots a few bullets in the air to get everyone's attention

Tim: Alright, listen up, I do not want to be holding this gun, and that has absolutely nothing to do with the no kill rule and everything to do with that one time I met a future version of myself who was a mob boss who ran all of Gotham and was really into the whole shooting people thing so now any time I pick up a gun I'm like Is this it? Is this the pipeline? Is this how gun batman is created? THAT BEING SAID talk shit, get shot, understood?