Lazarus

idk okay

It was an accident :(((

More dad Bruce comics hehe

... and that's why I stick to fanfics and fanarts these days.

Jason: *putting on a coat at six in the morning* dick: whoa, wait, you’re never up this early. What are you doing??? Jason: *non-chalantly* I’m going to adopt a child dick: Jason: *walks out the door* dick: *knocks over like fifteen things in order to follow his brother* JASON. WAIT UP. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. Jason: *heading to his car* I’ve decided to adopt a child, Dickie, get with the program. Dick: WHY??? Jason: *sighs* because I had a dream in which I adopted a kid but then I woke up and it wasn’t real and I felt very sad and guilty for abandoning my kid Dick: Dick: you had a dream— Jason: that I adopted a kid, yeah Dick: and you’re currently mourning your . . . Imaginary child Jason: kind of, yeah Dick: Dick: *tearing up* I’ll call B and get together the necessary paperwork. Meet you at the adoption agency in thirty?

Dick's puppy dog eyes are extremely powerful

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

a little comic for jasons birthday. on being robin & batman and being brave & scared

there is a voice inside my head that whispers “wing au” every time i join a new fandom. it is currently winning.

Since we all agree that people of the Alley of Crime adore Red Hood and believe in him, I think it is time to imagine Jason in a scene similar to the one from OG Spiderman, where his identity is accidentally outted in front of crowd of people, and they all are just choose to protect him and help him out.

So maybe Gotham is facing especially nasty trouble, and vigilantes are on the receiving end this time. So maybe Jason is thrown at the dirty Alley in his part of town, wounded, with helmet flying off, and there is just a crowd of people staring as bleeds out, astonished. And Jason thinks, oh, that's the end — he can go and shoot himself, honestly, because he just failed the man rule every vigilante have: never show your face, never reveal your identity.

But people are... helping him? His eyes are half-open, breath laboured and pained, but all he hears is gentle murmuring:

'God, he is just a kid...'

'He must be younger than my son.'

'Poor child...'

He feels soft elderly hand against his cheek as someone from the crowd, an ex nurse, comes closer to bandage his injuries, while a kid, barely with the size of his helmet, brings it back, sticking out their tongue as they try to place it back on his head, to hide his face.

'It is okay,' the old woman reassures him. 'You are safe with us, son. We hadn't seen anything.'

Jason's eyes sting, because, oh.

It is his people. He loves them. He will die for them.

And they love him just as much.

He still waits for someone to out him, though. But the week ends, the villain is out of the picture, and no one says a thing. The only proof that it ever happened is civilians, who keep waving at Jason — not Red Hood, just Jason — when their paths cross somewhere in the shops or streets.

And that's how he knows that it is them; it is them, and they keep him safe as much as he keeps safe them.

My official designs for my ghost riderAU. The designs are pretty cannon with a few things I liked personally. I promise I’ll have more pages out soon! Coloring has just been a nightmare💀

Commissions are also open!!