Is it bad I can actually see Steph muttering this under her breath on a bad day?
Anonymous said: I just read Daughters of Cain (really liked it btw) and was wondering a couple things, though who knows, my questions might be answered in the future anyway! Are Cass and Tim dating? How did they meet? If Cass was bred to be a good martial artist, does she actually know any? And since Steph wasn't, how did she do under training? A lot of Cain's children died or went wrong.
Cass and Tim are in a somewhat odd friends with non-sexual benefits relationship. They do kind of couple-ly things, and they’re really close, but they’re not actually sure how to describe their relationships. They meet in a modified, less violent version of Robin and Spoiler’s first meeting.
Cass doesn’t know much martial arts, besides what Tim, and to a lesser extent, Huntress and Catwoman, have taught her. But she’s naturally athletic and really good at climbing things. Plus she does have experience from childhood fights - she can throw a mean punch.
Steph struggled as a child, but more from Cain’s issues about losing his preferred subject. Prodigies are - to a large extent - made, not born. And Lamarck was not right, so Cain was operating off a flawed hypothesis to start with. Steph’s good. Not as good as canon!Cass at certain things, but better at others. She’s really good at communicating nonverbally, not just understanding nonverbal stuff.
Cass is young when she realizes she’s different from her parents. Her pre-school teacher asks her parents if they’re making sure she knows her ‘native culture’, and Mr. Addams, two apartments over, mutters about race-mixing whenever he sees her. Mom’s face always falls when Cass asks about it though, so she learns not to mention it. She stares at her face in the mirror, trying to find some trace of mom or dad in it, and never finds any. Her black hair is thinner than either of her parents, and her eyes are a darker, sharper brown than even dad’s are.
She can’t remember when it was that she learned about Stephanie. Kindergarten, or maybe first grade, laying a library book open on the kitchen table, and pointing out the picture of a woman with ‘Asian’ printed above her head in neat block letters.
Dad is the one to explain, though it doesn’t explain much of anything. There was another baby. Her parents real baby, though dad doesn’t put it quite like that. But the baby got sick and they took her to a clinic, and the baby they got back wasn’t the right one. The baby was Cass. Cass doesn’t understand how you could not realize you took home a different baby than the one you left home with, but she knows better than to ask. Mom wouldn’t like it.
Cass was the wrong baby. That’s all. And somewhere out there is the right one, Stephanie. Her parents real daughter.
Okay, but seriously: Tim as Robin!Steph’s civilian boyfriend. Who’s a complete dork and ridiculously in love with her, and sneaks chocolate bars into her utility belt when batman isn’t looking, and just fucking sighs over her like she’s his princess charming.
And who Batman is also ninety five percent certain manipulated things so there was a fucking internal gang war resulting in the deaths of an up and coming group of drug dealers who made several public, gendered threats against Robin.
(Tim loves his girlfriend very much, and is totally comfortable with the fact that she can wipe the floor with him. Some things, however, nobody should have to deal with. Why shouldn’t he nudge things, just a little, so the problem takes care of itself?)
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Nightwing’s being visited by an old friend from Gotham — the Mad Hatter! Desperate to protect Chicago, Nightwing’s been forced into an uneasy alliance with the mysterious Marionette. But who’s really pulling the strings?
Am I the only one who thinks ‘Marionette’ looks like Steph?
They call him Anathema.
Cursed and exiled. One cast out from the light.
Tim likes that just fine.
They call her Malediction.
Blight. Ill-wishing. The wellspring of bad luck.
Steph figures there are worse titles.
Accurate ones, for instance. Ones that point out inconvenient little truths.
They ruined a world with their birth. Everything – everything but Tim, her prophet, her beloved – became the tinder for their first fledging.
Life, death, rebirth, the endless cycle of the avian. Phoenixes and ironbirds, flame and frost. For them to live, worlds must die.
But Gotham is new, and interesting. It sings. And they can postpone their rebirth.
For a time.
trueluck replied to your photo: lonelyantics: UC SM #19 Sudden thought upon seeing…
why do we only want steph to kiss the boys younger than her
Not sure, tbh.
But seriously. MilesSteph. Batgirl and Spiderman as partners, trading stories about their struggles with gravity, getting soda during a long patrol, commiserating over wonderful but impossible to live up to predecessors. The world is not ready for that level of adorable.
an AU where Tim, Steph and Cass are all companions
an AU where Cass is a timelord and Tim and Steph are her companions.
CAUSE WE KNOW THAT IF SHE COMES BACK DC WILL FUCK HER UP
I mean why don’t we just color her red already.
…I actually kind of like this design? Though not for Steph. Somebody new.
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