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Like to charge reblog to cast

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Heavily based on the art work I saw on here where robin uses Batman’s cape for cover when it rains by @jello-jelly-coconut it was too cute not to do something based on it. Best stuff I’ve seen on this app.

*on patrol*

Tim: it’s raining.

Jason: tough shit.

You: it’s pissing it down.

Jason: don’t worry sweetheart-

Bruce: *putting his cape over yours, Tim’s, Damian’s and Dick’s head*

Dick: how long is your cape?

Bruce: long enough to cover all my kids.

You: but I’m not your-

Damian: *covers your mouth* it’s too late for you to say that, father has imprinted upon you.

Tim: that’s one way to say he practically adopted them into the family.

Bruce: Jason join them.

Jason: fuck no-

You: please?

Jason: *crawling under Bruce’s cape and muttering under his breath* the things I do for fucking love.

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THIS QUEEN

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Me after clicking a p link thinking it was a fic rec.

Jumpscare.

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"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

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THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

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You know those photos of little birds sleeping together on a branch, all cuddled up in a line? This, but its the Order of the Robins from Dark Knights of Steel, high up on some precarious ledge:

(The photos in question:)

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"No... impossible! That spell should have driven you insane!" "Buddy, lookie here. I AM insane."

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be mindful of why you're on tumblr to read fanfics readers, u see how i don't post hateful comments on other writers' works, cause that's very inconsiderate and not cutesy. instead, if i don't like the fic i simply stop reading it and move on to read another fic that i'll like, very demure, very respectful, very approachable. let's be mindful 🙄

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Heyyy I thought of something fun today. How about a Ruka Rengoku reader. Let’s say the reader and Bruce are married, and Reader is like herself but whenever one of the kids need to hide for some reason (for an example hide and seek, or they’re in trouble) Reader always hides them under her blanket or when she’s going out under her big jacket. I thought it would be cute!

Bruce Wayne was Gotham’s Dark Knight. Stoic. Fearsome. Intimidating. His wife, on the other hand, was… well, his exact opposite.

She was sunshine incarnate.

Not in the fragile, dainty kind of way—but in the way fire could warm a hearth or burn an empire. She was laughter in the manor, mismatched slippers at breakfast, humming while holding a katana. She was a Ruka Rengoku kind of woman: fierce, loving, chaotic, and always ready to smuggle a child under her coat like a criminal on the run.

And the kids? Oh, they abused it.

It started small.

One stormy afternoon, Dick—barefoot and guilty—ran into the kitchen, hair wet and eyes wide. He’d broken Alfred’s favorite teacup. He didn’t mean to. It just… fell. But Alfred’s wrath was biblical, and he didn’t want to face the music.

Reader took one look at him, opened her huge knitted blanket, and said with a conspiratorial wink, “Quick, into the mothership.”

“Mothership?”

“My blanket. You vanish. I claim diplomatic immunity.”

He didn’t hesitate. He dove under the blanket, and she immediately went back to sipping tea and flipping through a gossip magazine like she hadn’t just harbored a fugitive. When Alfred walked in, narrowed his eyes, and asked if she had seen Dick… she just smiled beatifically.

“Haven’t seen that child all day,” she said. Dick barely held back a snort under the folds.

It only escalated from there.

Jason hid under her trench coat like a street rat when he snuck out for illegal street racing. Tim buried himself under the couch blanket to avoid family therapy. Even Damian—proud, dignified, painfully dramatic—once crawled under her big fluffy jacket to dodge Talia’s surprise visit.

“Mother must not find me,” he whispered. “Then become one with the fluff,” she whispered back, zipping him in.

She was the unofficial Safehouse™ of Wayne Manor.

Of course, Bruce noticed. He wasn’t blind—just tired. So very tired.

One night, he came home from patrol to find suspiciously large child-shaped lumps under the living room comforter. Reader sat cross-legged on the couch, a plate of cookies in hand.

He raised a brow.

“Darling… are the children hiding under your blanket again?”

“…No.”

A muffled cough. A sneeze. The sound of a phone vibrating.

“…One of them just got a text.”

She smiled sweetly. “It’s the haunted blanket.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “We have cameras. You know we have cameras.”

“Do we have cameras in my heart, Bruce?”

“…I’m going to bed.”

Despite himself, Bruce found it endearing. They all did. No matter how grown the kids got—no matter how capable, blood-soaked, or battle-scarred—they always found sanctuary in her laugh, her oversized coat, and the “mothership” blanket.

Because Reader wasn’t just a hiding spot.

She was home.

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Heyyy how about the Batfamily with a Kotoha! Reader. You know Kotoha from kny. I wonder how they would react if they saw Reader barefoot in front of their house, escaped from her abusive husband and her mother in law who would bully her. Oh and her baby? Her baby is the opposite of Reader, I thought it would be funny when the baby has the opposite personality then Reader.

I hope you know Kotoha, I like her she’s such a cutie.

Jason: Your baby just growled at me.

Reader (soft smile): Oh, he does that when he’s shy. ♡

Tim (clutching his wrist): He bit me and said “touch again, I break finger.”

Reader (giggling): He’s very protective. Isn’t he cute?

Baby (staring into Tim’s soul): “Try mama again. I double it.”

Damian: He threw a spoon at me when I asked if he wanted fruit.

Dick: He’s got good aim, too. Nailed Bruce in the temple with a sippy cup.

Bruce (dead inside, nursing a mild concussion): It was filled with juice. Frozen juice.

Jason: This kid’s got rage in his DNA.

Barbara: But he cuddles her like she’s made of glass. It’s kinda precious.

Baby (latched onto your side like a koala): “Mama good. Mama soft. Mama mine.”

Cass (watching in silence): He would end us for her.

Reader (genuinely confused): Oh no, he’s just a little shy around new people. He’s actually very sweet!

Everyone, covered in baby bruises and fear: …We’re not new people. We live here.

Baby (glaring from your lap, whispering): “And you’ll live because she loves you.”

[Later in the kitchen]

Alfred: He watches her like she’s the last good thing in this world.

Jason: She is the last good thing in this world.

Tim (peeking into the baby monitor): He’s sitting guard at the door while she naps. Not moving. Just watching.

Dick: That baby would fight Batman if he even looked at her wrong.

Bruce (from behind them, quietly sipping tea): He already tried.

Reader (walking in with soft humming, hair loose, warm smile): Oh! Would anyone like onigiri? I made too much ♡

Baby (grabbing a butter knife and pointing it at Damian): Mama eats first. Or we all die.

[Scene: Wayne Manor. You gently set your baby down in his little blanket nest.]

Reader (smiling softly): Mama’s just going to make tea, okay sweetheart? ♡

Baby: soft “brrrrrghhh” and a gummy smile

Jason: Aww, he’s chill today!

[You leave the room.]

Baby: silent pause… then a deep gremlin growl

Tim: Uh-oh.

Baby: stands up, fists clenched, growling like a tiny bear cub “GRRHHHHHHHH!”

Damian (side-eyeing): He’s preparing for battle.

Baby (launches a rattle at Dick’s head): “BAHHH!!”

Dick (dodging): HE’S ARMED.

[Two minutes later — you return, holding tea.]

Reader (smiling): Did he miss Mama? ♡

Baby: gurgling coos, throws arms up, smushes face into your neck “Brrrghhh~ 💖”

Everyone else, ducking behind furniture like shell-shocked soldiers: He went full demon the second you left.

Baby (snuggled into your arms, drooling peacefully): purrs like a kitten

[Later: You’re taking a short nap. The Batfam watches the baby.]

Jason: Okay, she’s sleeping. Be cool, little dude.

Baby (blank stare): “Hhhhhhh.”

Tim: He looks like he’s plotting war.

Baby (grabs Alfred’s cane, bonks Jason): “MMMAAAHHHHHH!!”

Damian: He’s speaking in tongues. This is demonic energy.

Cass (pointing to the wall): He drew your funeral with crayons.

Bruce: He peed in the shape of a bat. On purpose.

[You wake up, yawn, and walk back in.]

Reader: Did my little angel behave? ♡

Baby: gasp flops into your arms, makes happy dolphin noises “Brr-brr-BRRHHHH!! 💕”

Everyone (bruised, one eye twitching): …He’s manipulating you.

Baby (makes innocent “blblblbl~” sounds while hugging your leg): 🧸✨😇

[One more: The Batboys try to teach the baby combat.]

Tim (holding a soft padded training dummy): Okay, punch the target like this, see?

Baby: stares at him… then flops on the floor with a long fart noise “Pppffffbbbtt.”

Damian: He’s refusing.

Jason: He won’t even look at the training stuff. What gives?

[You walk in and sit down to watch.]

Reader (cheerfully): Ooooh is my baby learning to punch like Dami? ♡

Baby (immediately sprints to the dummy and SLAMS it over): “YEEHHHHH!!” grunts like a mini sumo wrestler

Dick: …He only fights when she’s watching.

Bruce: That’s terrifying.

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You two go cringe together then lol

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Peter Parker in Gotham prompt but it is wingfic Gotham. Not Peter Parker wingfic, but everyone else in the universe.

Everyone thinks someone cut some kids wings off, featuring batman trying to find peter, peter thinks batman is mad about him being a meta so hides and sneaking around, hides in an abandoned building away from weird bird people, rarely leaves his chosen "residence" but whenever he does he gets reverse mugged. Lots of concerned citizens, peter giving out heart attacks like candy by jumping off buildings, peter fits in much smaller spaces then everyone else, peter has to sew the backs of shirts closed due to wing holes, peter has no idea why everyone apologizes to him when they see him. Pure chaos every which way.

Title suggestion: I'm just gonna wing it