I Still Write About You. You Probably Forgot My Name.

YES this is one of my biggest pet peeves while reading fics or hcs

I think it's often forgotten that all the Bat-kids are Bat-trained so, while some of them do have specific strengths, they are all at peak human condition and have professional training in literally every task.

I see so many versions of the Batfam where Dick is the flexible one, Jason is the strong one, Tim is the smart one, Damian is the weapons-trained one, Cass can disappear, and Stephanie and Duke are ignored or treated like civilians.

So, while Dick obviously is the best acrobat and his fighting style is based on his gymnastics training, it's important to note that all of the Batkids are only slightly below his level. They are all on par with professional gymnasts.

And, while Tim is this expert detective and hacker, they are all trained to be able to hack the fucking Pentagon.

Consider them all getting an A in every test of every skill, it's just that some of them have specific interests, so devote more of their time to their skill and get an A+ instead.

So here is a list of their A+ skills:

Dick: acrobatics (obviously)

Jason: marksmanship (this ranges from guns to slingshots, amazing with a paper airplane aimed at Tim's eyes)

Tim: computer and detective skills (this man never leaves the house, he has skin paler than paper and access to every CIA document)

Damian: welding weapons (it takes a lot of practice to weild a katana non-lethaly)

Cass: stealth (when asked for comment, she disappeared into the floorboards)

Steph: pissing off the rogues (it's what she devoted most of her time to)

Duke: encouragement (he was a major player in We Are Robin, he could encourage anyone to join the fight. Also, he makes the sun shine behind him to form a dramatic silhouette and you can't say no to that)

Bruce: Paranoia

Anyway, this was a really long winded way of saying, while I appreciate the Nightwing Dancing on a Pole propaganda, I humbly present the simple fact that Jason would also be up there.

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Personal hc that before Jason, dick was a total teenage dirtbag.

Dick was always seeking his father’s approval, just to see if he *truly* cared. Bruce was always so preoccupied with Wayne Industries and off world missions that he never took time to truly acknowledge Dicks feelings.

There would be several times Wally would put out Dicks cigarettes before he could protest. Arguing “they aren’t good for your health!”. Dick would simply just vow to buy more and smoke in secret for the next time.

In his civvies, Dick would get arrested for “disorderly conduct” because he doesn’t believe in blind obedience. On a deeper level, the Gotham police reminds him of going to Juvie when his parents died, and Dick can’t help but lose it a little. It’s a PTSD response for him, to reject the local Gotham PD.

Dick and Commissioner Gordon are on a first name basis for how many times he’s picked Dick up for causing too much ruckus around Gotham. Bruce always pays his bail and wordlessly takes him home.

In his later years as Robin, Dick would get in trouble for experimenting too much amongst his peers. Getting invited to parties, drinking too much, smoking too much… it’s almost a cyclical thing for Dick to stumble through his open window at night, or to wake up hungover in someone else’s bed.

All of this was an attempt to see if Bruce truly cares, if he would actually stop Dick from making these unhealthy choices that are slowly killing him.

Dick constantly sought his father’s approval, but never truly got it. Bruce understood what it was like to be an orphan, so he would let Dick make these mistakes without interfering. From Dicks perspective, it seemed like Bruce never truly cared…

“You must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”

— Juliette Lewis

The one where the team realizes Robin is in fact a real boy

For some reason, the other members of the young justice team never seem to realize that Robin actually has a life outside the vigilante gig. He mostly only ever talks about training in the batcave, new gadgets he’s working on, complaining about Gotham rogues. They sort of forget that there’s a real kid behind the mask.

So it’s kind of like a bucket of water being dumped over their heads when they witness him actually acting like a normal kid.

“You have a test tomorrow,” they hear Batman say, followed immediately by a groan from Robin. “It’s time to go home.”

“Ten more minutes!”

“Not ten more minutes,” Batman says. “Now. Dinner, study, then bed.”

“Can’t I just skip tomorrow?”

“Absolutely not. School is important.”

“Says the drop out.”

“That’s not the same and you know it!” Batman says quickly. “Keep stalling, and your PlayStation gets locked up all weekend.”

“Fine,” Robin whines, stomping towards the zeta tubes.

And the entire Mount Justice is quiet after they leave, the team not quite sure what they just saw.

“Wait,” Wally stutters, his fingers pointing between where Robin and Batman just were and the zeta tubes they disappeared into. “Does that mean - Robin goes to school?”

“I assumed he was like, homeschooled. Or, like,” Artemis stumbles over the words, not quite sure how to explain her thoughts.

“I thought he was a ninja or something,” Conner says.

Kaldur just sort of shakes his head at all of them. He’s apparently the only one who didn’t think their youngest team member was some sort of robot or cryptid. Maybe because the first time he met Robin, he’d been whining to Batman about how his weeknight crime fighting curfew should be extended to 3am, and Batman actually laughed and told him “nice try, but no way.”