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just javy picking and choosing jake in every lifetime, no matter what it is, just picking the one man who's always been home to him.

and, jake never once taking that for granted, not when they argue and disagree about everything under the sun.

just knowing for all he throws at him, javy will never let him walk alone.

I love soulmates but also this-

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I think a really good relationship dynamic is when one partner is an entirely absurd person and the other partner's perpetual thought process is, "I adore you. Why are you like this? I'm going to kiss you at such length and with such fervor that you'll get disoriented and stop being like this for five minutes and I can rest, for fuck's sake."

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it’s midnight but. mini interest check!!

interact with this post if you are interested in participating in a macheresin creation (fics art etc) event, i’m thinking of putting one together and would love to have people join.

super low stakes and i’m still tossin ideas around for what a theme would be (if any) so if you have ideas my askbox is open and so are reblogs/comments on this post :)

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Me and my wife (@viridimessorem) every day since I met her

there HAS to be a reason for this

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My wife and child everybody

:(

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jake: I think I'm coming down with a stomach bug javy: what makes you say that jake: because I've been nauseous all week, and threw up this morning billy *not looking up from his phone*: or maybe, you're pregnant jake and javy *sharing a panicked look*: nat: callie: mickey: jake: I don't know who's the bigger idiot right now, you for suggesting it, or me for actually considering it and almost having a heart attack

and, that's how the Dagger squad found out Jake and Javy were dating or at the very least, fucking

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Thinking hard about...League of Assassins. Damian sitting, whimpering, little arm tight in Ra's hand. " What have I told you of mercy?"

" That...That it doesn't serve the strong." He's little; He's too little to be the Bat's son. The other one is tall and angry, made to make the world kneel. It was too bad he escaped.

" And are you not strong, Damian? Are you no boy of mine?"

" I'm...I'm mother's strong boy."

Ra's snarls, hand raised, and, --

And Talia, cursed, soft, ruined Talia, stops him. His broken legacy, letting herself be prey to attachments that don't even want her. Departing from his lessons, from his side.

Talia can be her own demon.

She glares, fierce, holding Damian to her chest. He's crying shamelessly in her neck and she doesn't even reprimand him. " How low you've fallen, daughter,"

" Not lower than you. Make the smart decision for once in your overdue life, and don't challenge me. I don't know loss. I don't care how you hurt me. You never knew anything else. Do not touch our habibi, "

"Our? Don't make me laugh. He hasn't claimed either of you. If it bears my name, it is mine. Damian Al Gh--"

" Wayne,'' she smirks, " his name is Wayne. And I promise you won't like the consequences if you choose to hurt what's mine and my beloveds. Let this not happen again."

"Or what, Talia? You'll call Batman?"

His voice is mocking, but the green in Talia's eyes is dull and serious, " No. I'll call Bruce."

The Pit can fix death; It cannot fix fear.

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Bruce is insecure about his position in his family.

The seed was planted from the beginning, when he first met Dick and was turned down as a father.

At that time, he himself didn't think it was a big deal. Dick is a traumatized kid who has yet to know him. But as the time passed, it became something Bruce would lie awake thinking about. Should he ask again? Would Dick be mad if he did?

And then Dick leaves.

That cements it in Bruce's heart. He isn't Dick's father, and his relationship with Dick is dependent on they being Batman and Robin.

Because he was not a good enough Batman, he lost Robin, and with Robin, Dick too is gone.

Next, Jason. Bruce has a new son, one that is legally his. This time I will do everything right, he swore. Then Jason is gone.

When Jason returns, he refuses to return to Bruce because he was such a failure as Batman.

Tim came to Bruce because of Batman. Tim wants Batman and never Bruce.

Even when Tim's parents are being awful. Even when Tim needs a parent, Bruce will never be a choice Tim considers. That much was clear.

Tim admired Batman but never wanted anything to do with Bruce.

Cassandra is his daughter. She even seems to like being his daughter. But with how low the bar for her father's position is, he can't help thinking about how she would want to leave him too when she knows better.

At least there is no way she can find a better Batman, even if she finds a better father.

Damian is his biological son. Damian is proud of that fact. He feels like he should be more secure in his position as Damian's father, but he just can't. Dick is a better father to Damian than he is. He can see it. Everyone can see it. Day after day, he feels like he's losing Damain's respect little by little, each time he can't understand him or be at ease with him like Dick. To make it worse, Damian's Batman is Dick before Bruce. Damian sees Batman as something great, and Bruce is Batman, but he is still not Damian's Batman.

He doesn't know what he would do if one day Damian looked at his version of Batman and found it lacking.

Batman needed to be perfect or he would lose his family.

(If he ever told his children about this, they would scream for hours about how false it was. For years, they have seen Bruce as their father. For years, they desperately wanted Bruce to be a father before Batman. But Bruce doesn't know.)

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I have an image in my head of battison getting yelled at or like scolded by justice league members and Batfam(who always listen in cause they don’t trust the league to know when their dad needs a break) just come running like oh no oh no YOU do Not get to yell at dad.

Justice league has no idea who these young adults are but their yelling at the entire league about them being mean to their awkward dad.

OH MANNNNNN NO BECAUSE LIKE - Bruce is technically the youngest there, right? He has to be around,, I wanna say 34? Which, - to a Goddess, feels tender and breakable.

Maybe it can bc he saved Diana from something, - it's just an instinct. Something sleeping deep in his bones but ready to strike when danger hisses, but especially if it hisses at people he cares about

So yes, Diana is yelling, - asking him, what exactly do you think YOU can do? A mortal man?

And Bruce thinks, Everything I can, but doesn't say anything.

He's just... Frozen. Normally, he's not; Normally, he wrestles his shyness away and gets his point across (usually coldly and to the point, because he's uncomfortable)

because he won't allow Batman to be pushed around like Bruce Wayne was. But in this case, - he just can't, for some reason. Maybe because Diana is usually (or unusually) gentle with him.

And Clark, too, - who NEVER yells at anybody, let alone Bruce; Not even when he was being a shit on purpose, trying to make Clark snap for a quick temper check. To see if humanity's doom was Superman's bad day.

So he's silent. Takes it. Even Billy yells at him, - but it's more of a Why can't you ever think about yourself?! Yelling. He sounds a lot like Alfred scolding him.

BUT THEN.

" Dad!"

" Baba?!"

" Hey, - where's the old man?" Quietly, but Clark can pick it up, Is Papi hurt?

" Papa, let me see your arm, -"

" Wǒ bà."

" Pops, that was fucking STUPID-"

" Oh my GOD, dad, WHY would you take a bullet for WONDER WOMAN?!"

Diana points to Duke, " Thank you!" But pauses. " Um... Who are these young warriors? why is one pointing a gun at me?"

Bruce, quietly, " They're my children. I told them not to come. I'm fine."

TJL is just astounded. They had no idea Batman was a father? A father with an army of angry children to boot? " Redhood, put that away. "

" The fuck I will. I might love wonder woman but I love you more," of course there's snickering from his siblings who surround Bruce like an angry flock, helping him on his feet, but Redhood just grumbles, " Not. A fucking. Word."

Clark frowning, but we're just worried about him, - hey don't just take him! But the batkids do Not listen to him. Man of steel or not, - if your name is not Alfred Pennyworth they will NOT listen to you.

Cass is nice and stays back to reassure them Batman will be returning soon enough, pointing at herself, " I - I talk not very good. Batman understand. Words hard. Find them later. All good. But don't do mistake twice."

Honestly, I so want smiling Dick to stay back too, and just, with that blinding camera smile,

" Yell at my father again, and I'll remind you how pain tastes like. Have a good day!"

From that day, they're all Batkids super fans

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I'd like to suggest a concept.

Angry protective Bruce as Bruce Wayne who drops Brucie in public when his family and friends are threatened. Who's ready to snarl at a jackass because one too many boundary was crossed and he's DONE.

The thing is that apparently Bruce like this is even scarier than Batman. Or well, Batman is only ever as scary as that when his protective instincts rear their head.

Social media explodes. Bruce is as doting as ever to his children and kind in general. He's just doesn't have any more fucks to give.

His kids are flabbergasted. His kids are proud. They regularly get popcorn.

Other times they get angry because many people don't like this and push back and bring up nasty things from the past. WHAT did people used to say to Bruce when he was a teenager??

Alfred's hands are shaking. He's heard some of this before. But it seems that people only get stealthier.

GODDD ITS THE WAY I HAVE THE PERFECT WHUMP PIECE FOR THIS-

Here's a brutal truth about Gotham; You can either be a broken hero, or a whole villain, but you can't be both at once. One or the other, both kneel to Gotham City in different ways.

No one from the Justice League truly understood. Not until Bruce dismisses the idea of Diana being tonight's arm candy for the rich and sleazy at Wayne Gala;

They needed to get that Kryptonite from Lex's hands, and this is the perfect trap. Bruce is the man for the job. " It's what I'm for; That's my designed purpose."

He's talking about Brucie Wayne, but Clark finds more sinister undertones beneath that. But they soon understand what that means, and it leaves them with ashes in their mouth.

They watch, helplessly, uselessly, as Lex Luthor pulls Bruce into his lap, puffing cigar smoke in his face while admiring the bat of his lashes; Bruce's beauty is a death trap. That bastard won't be thinking about the labs anytime soon.

But it's disturbing to watch.

It's disturbing and wretched, watching Bruce sit there and take it; Smiling emptily, pretending there's nothing wrong when his waist is squeezed or his character is smeared.

Clark watches with red eyes as Lex grabs Bruce's sharp jawline, moving it from side to side, as if displaying an adorable animal, " Brucie's lucky he's pretty, cause there's NOTHING upstairs" while laughing with a group of equally disgusting men.

Bruce is just rolling his eyes internally and hopes Oliver and Hal will get a kick out of this, cause it's the last time he does a mission for this; Better him than Diana.

(Oliver and Hal aren't enjoying this; far from it, actually. Ollie squeezed a champagne glass so hard shards bite into his hand and Hal has to take his ring off because he WILL blast these assholes with it on)

Carmine Falcone is the spark that lights the fire, thought.

Wrinkled, ringed fingers tipping up Bruce's jaw, " When I told Tommy he'll be a looker, he punched my goddam lights out. But I was right, wasn't I? Shame he ain't here to see it,"

Clark is reminded, then, that Tim is watching this from Bruce's lens. Maybe Dick, too. Maybe all of them do. His stomach coils at the thought,

" Maybe that boy of yours, - Tim, right? - is gonna take after you and drop the chairman act. God knows this city needs more pretty boys like you."

There's another, secret truepiece about Gotham; Bruce Wayne wears Batman. Not the other way around.

The League has the pleasure of watching Bruce slowly rise from Lex's lap, smile ice-cold and dangerous and venom painted.

They watch with paused breaths as Bruce Wayne grips Falcone's head and bangs it againts the table and backhand Lex so hard a storm of teeth fly out.

The room temperature is fire, Bruce's anger drowning them in, and there's a bit of pleasure in it. Especially when their friend simply dusts off his hand and says he's ready to go, but Clark HEARS Bruce's heart stutter and panic, " I need to see Tim, - I need... I need Tim. I need my kids."

No one holds him back; They're smarter than that.

No one harms Bruce's children; There's a tall price to pay if you do, and no one's pockets are that deep. And yes, people have lots to say about it; But he's too tired and too sick and too angry to give half a fuck.

As long as his family is okay, what's more to care about? As long as they don't go through what HE went through, what's there to dig after?

But Alfred has his own shares of horror stories about teenage Bruce and how he was treated, and he isn't shy to reveal names.

" But of course, there's nothing Superman could do about it, am I wrong, Mr. Kent?"

" Superman, no. Clark kent just might, sir."

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Do you have any head cannons about the batkids absolutely loving and adoring Batman/Bruce? I'm obsessed with the idea of them being like "I beg your pardon, but he is our Father™? Our provider? We require his attention and affection at all times pls do not distract him."

omg gonna take the chance to talk abt the batkids & their love languages bc <3333

Dick's is quality time; I can imagine him being downright territoial over his and Bruce's "watching bad Gray Ghost reboots just to laugh at Dad getting mad" time, because it's his absolute favourite.

He gets to lay his tired head on Bruce's lap and sigh pleasantly when his hair is groomed. If you make Bruce tea -- no you don't. That is illegal. Dick does.

And he's just enough of a bitch to be passive agressive about it because "It's our thing; Would you take the mic from Lady Gaga at a concert? No? Then outta my tea!"

Jason's is physical affection!!! And I say that with my whole chest!! This Frankenstein Baby is touch starved and requires all tactillness, always. It's a form of self-reassurance, AND an olive branch; It's his way of saying "I'll always want my father's love" and "You didn't come back wrong; You're not made to be handled roughly. I need to know you're here and alive and content"

and he might play tough guy, might sigh as if this is a favour, but everyone sees him melt. Bonus, the image of Jason's 6'5 ass clinging to Bruce while the poor guy tries making lunch because he CAN, ALFRED, is so cute. Jason for the son who has to lean down to get his hair ruffled like a german shephard.

Tim's is acts of service and gift giving; He's vigilant, observant, pays attention to Bruce with a hawk's eye. Especially those interests he has too little time for. Give me Tim who doesn't know a loving father but when he gets him, he's super attentive. Give me Tim who seeks Bruce's company on his own free will.

Give me Tim who'll bring puzzles home and solve them with Bruce for hours, and who'll listen to mouthpiece after mouthpiece about mechanics and cars, who doesn't like getting dirty but will stay with bruce in his workshop just to watch him work. Give me Tim who gets Bruce gifts despite his dad giving him dissaproving looks. "You shouldn't waste money."

"You're not a waste."

Damian's is words of affirmation -- PLEASE. THIS BABY IS SO READY TO YELL "Batman is actually the best superhero, actually, here's a 30 slide PP presentation as to why. Number one- because I said so" it's very inetresting for Damian; Because if he got anything from Bruce, (Please, please, he begs no one in particular, let me have something from him) is a crushing amount of insecurity.

Bruce is just downright allergic to compliements; He spits them out like a rotten meal, in fact, as if his body just can't hold them down. Damian just. Won't stand for it. "Baba, you look very pretty today. "

"...Thank you, Damian. That's very kind of you to say."

"I recently learned you won't accept compliments to your character, so this will have to do. " Does he give up? Of course not. He's a Robin. They never learned what that is.

Cass, like Dick, loves to spend time with Bruce, -- but what's surprising to the Batdad? Cass is wraith made of warmth and softness. She's stealthy and moves smoothly like wind and punches like ten men. But her love is loud.

Bruce is her only father and she's not timid about saying it. Wordlessly, sure, but no less impactful, with no small amount of passion. Give me Cass who holds hands with Bruce while on the street, and shows him funny videos on her phone, and who texts with him regularly, and who has him as her wallpaper.

That is her father and she carries him lovingly.

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Thinking very very heavily about the batkids (specifically Jason and Damian) with separation anxiety? Oh, Man.

There's just a buzz of tension shaking the manor; That's how Cass would put it best.

Her baby brothers, - not young in bodies, but young in hearts, always little to her and Dick, - masking their worry, their unease, their anxiety so well. It'd look as so, to the untrained eye, but Cass knows better.

She knows Jay by the heel of his boot (dirty on purpose) beating on the carpet. His nibbled fingernails. A constant eye on his phone.

He knows Damian by irritation and chubby cheeks puffed out, and stomping. Tim tells him to stop being a brat, and that it's actually nice having the manor to themselves without Bruce brooding around.

"As always, you live to be what you were destined to be; A predictable failure. "

Tim snorts, "At least I'm not a short failure."

Duke coughs around his fast, "Not AS short,"

"Bruce gives you his favorite mug and you start acting up!"

"It's weird," Jason's as tall as the fridge he pretends to rummage through.

His movements tell Cass he's trying to busy himself, put things in his hands so his feet won't take off out the door and drag Bruce back, "3-hour meeting? He'd text by now. Did anyone get a text? I mean, - he's the only one who knows where my old books are. I need them. For...None of your business!"

"We didn't ask?"

"DID ANYONE GET A DAMN TEXT?!"

Damian climbs Cass like an abnormally angry squirrel, small fingers around her Huntress hoodie, reeling her in, "Did Baba text you? You're the princess. The favorite after me, -"

"After YOU?"

"Silence, Todd! Your moment died when you did!"

Jason quietly stares at the door.

Dick says, with all the softness and warmth and sweetness in the world, "Can you not? Please? We can wait for Bruce riiight here, mhm. I'll let you shoot Tim in all non-lethal areas,-"

"He tried; He MADE them lethal, Dick."

" And when Bruce comes back, you can pick the movie, even if it's gonna be that 3-hour long eye contact porn between Elizabeth and Darcy, and --,"

It seems like they've exhausted Damian's thinning patience.

He jumps on Jason's back, "MARCH, TODD, MARCH!" And gone they are.

"...Should we tell them Bruce is napping in the attic?"

"Nah; I'll just tell them he specifically asked me not tell them where he was. He took my Superman hoodie again."

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Having so many de aged! Jason feelings. I might just burst.

Dick and Tim theorize on how a small, happy little baby winded up in Jason's apartment. It's no secret their brother, a wall of bulk with a tender core, houses the homeless sometimes.

Maybe the baby is someone's? But if so, why was he alone? Jason isn't exactly famous for his unquestionable wisdom, but he's too caring to leave a defenceless infant by himself.

More importantly, why is this baby rolling on his tummy on a familiar brown jacket, evidently craving to be picked up?

"Can you take him? I'm not..." Tim's not good with kids; It's a running joke among them. Even If there's nothing comical about this.

Dick nods. His pride does swell when the baby giggles and coos.

"He has good taste."

" Okay, Narcissus. Let's take him home before your head pops,'' was Tim just a tiny bit jealous this little chubby cheeked thing was snuggling close to Dick, while downright glowering at him?

Maybe. A little. But babies were glorified chunks of meat, shaped just enough like a human to be considered cute. What did they know?

So they get home. It's a pleasant rarity, but they're all in one place.

All except Bruce, of course. Too busy bleeding on the streets to spend any time with them, Dick huffs,

Poor Damian is trying to jump and leap amongst them giants, struggling to take a peek at their young guest, " Grayson! I want the baby!"

" He's not a toy, Dami," they all share a silent look, clearly thinking the same thing. He got it from Bruce,

"What does it do?"

" He's a baby, Steph. He's not even aware he exists!"

" God I wish that were me,"

Duke looks at Babybird, as Dick affectionately took to calling him, with a strange, quizzical look, " He looks familiar. You said you found him at Jay's?"

" Yeah, but I'm taking him to a firestation. I just had to show B. You know he likes volunteering at daycares. Maybe he'll recognize him."

" Recognize who?"

Babybird was chewing on his own foot when the elevator doors slid open. Cass wasn't a wordsmith.

She read movements and actions as one listens to music.

Every member of her beloved family was a song of their own; Dick was motivational and calming.

Stephanie was packed with action, brimming with electrifying energy that just made you want to jump.

Tim was clean and precise with accents of pop. Duke was light and happy and silently confident. Damian was angry, and passionate and brave.

Bruce was powerful, sad, and perfectly tragic.

But when Babybird shrieked, yelled out in happiness and excitement and tried to wiggle out of Dick's arms with a sunshine beam and grabby hands?

Her father was a love song.

"Jay," The name sounds like Bruce is choking. His eyes are burning with tears, marching directly to Dick, " Jay? Jay!"

" Wh--"

"Dada!" Babybird, -- Jason? They only now noticed the white curl bouncing on top of his head, ( their inner detectives groan) " Dadadada, pap papi pap,"

They can't do anything, frozen in place, as Bruce spends the following two hours planting a garden of kisses on Jason's cheeks, full with laughter, while they read and color and build blocks.

"Uh, Bruce? I'm...I'm gonna call Zatanna."

" In a minute."

" DAD, --"

" In a minute."

It wasn't just a minute. It was an entire week.

As ridiculous as it was? They were starting to get jealous.