#[There's a lot that can be said about people telling Bruce to 'man up' and how unhelpful that really is]
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𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 : The Incredible Hulk #-1 1997
#: ABOUT : B r u c e B a n n e r#: E D I T S#[Ahhhhhhh I could talk about these panels forever]#[First of all Ross not liking Bruce because of his father is one of the greatest retcons of all time]#[Second of all Ross is completely right when he said First turns into a little boy when he's around his father]#[There's a lot that can be said about people telling Bruce to 'man up' and how unhelpful that really is]
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You Randomly Get Kidnapped but You Can Handle Yourself (Batboys)
(Requested by @nesting-dreams ily sm thank you for all the ideas/prompts xxx)
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Dick: He was never one to have or tell you what you could and couldn't do. For you, you wanted to work a job like a regular person even though he said he would financially support you. You didn't want to feel like you were mooching off of him.
So as unfortunate as it was you were trying to get in your vehicle after working a really long shift at the hospital while on the phone with Dick, a man came up behind you and they were very swiftly beaten with a metal waterbottle.
Dick was obviously very worried cause of what he heard and he was already patroling the area which meant he very swiftly came to you. You were sat ontop of the man, his arms pinned under your knees as you brutally smacked him over and over with a waterbottle.
"You wanna kidnap people in the middle of the night, You Little Shit?!" You were yelling.
Nightwing had to pull you off of the man noticing the damage you did, it took everything for Dick not to laugh at this man. He got beat up by a tired nurse with a fuckin waterbottle, needless to say he was proud and the man was swiftly arrested. The pair of you went home to have a well deserved nap.
Jason: Being the man he is he decided that it was a fantastic idea to give you a very strong tazer for your birthday because he thought you might need it and you really wanted one.
"I hope someone would, I'll taze their dick off!" You waved the uncharged tazer around very happy about the gift.
"You'll taze their dick off?" He laughed as he appreciated your enthusiasm.
Unfortunately, when you hope for something bad to happen it usually brings bad things around, you we're trying to get into the apartment with Jason was on the other side which of course the dumb ass trying to kidnap you didn't realize that.
By the time Jason get out there you were very clearly tasing this mother fucker in the balls. The man was groaning in very obvious pain, a shot of electricity to the family jewels didn't feel very good.
"You wanna go again, Asshole? You want me to taze you in the mouth, I'm sure that shit hurts just as much."
"I think you got him, Babygirl." He was smiling with full pride. He knew you would never use the taser without knowing 100% that you could do it without getting hurt and you very successfully did.
The man was left there and Jason brought you back inside, put your tazer back on the charger and then showed you all the ways he was very proud of you.
Bruce: He really didn't want you to have any sort of self-defense tool because he knew that if you fought back the likelihood that they would hurt you is extremely higher.
Naturally, you being you you bought a little bracelet that if you press it then it makes a very loud noise which can hurt whoever's ears you're pointing it at.
Another feature on there is that it sent him your location which was probably something that he would have been okay with if that's all it did but alas it was not.
From sparring with Bruce you knew a lot and this asshole pissed you off, trying to kidnap a woman while she was pumping gas? "I think the fuck not."
You had very promptly pushed the button and cupped it against the man's ear which caused him to get disoriented and fall flat on his stupid face.
"That's why you don't mess with girls at the gaspump! Suck my metaphorical dick, Motherfucker!" You would think that this was a Fortnite game with the way that you were acting, to anyone else it would have been the funniest thing ever but of course Bruce doesn't have the biggest sense of humor.
He thought what you were doing was reckless and stupid, you should have gotten your car and left. Bruce proceeded to lecture you the entire night about exactly what you should have done and why it was dangerous and how you're lucky that it didn't turn out worse than it was.
"We don't take pride when we hurt someone and we sure as hell don't gloat. What we're you thinking? He couldve got up. That was reckless."
Tim: Tim craved coffee like it was some sort of drug needing to be injected into jis veins and you really really loved the little muffins the coffee shop had. You got up early in the morning and we're making your way to the coffee shop.
You figured out you were being followed quite quickly so of course the only thing you had in your bag was your wallet and maybe a few pens. Nothing the regular person would think would be overly useful in a situation like this.
The pen was useful though if you used it right, it was swiftly brought between your fingers, you texted Tim you were being followed. He very promptly shot out of bed to protect you, throwing on whatever close were scattered around the messy bedroom.
Once he found you, you were leturing the man on all the places you could stick the pen. The man was on the ground pinned to the floor. None of the Batboys were ever gonna let their woman go out of sight without some sorta training.
"I could stick this in your jugular, if you'd like. I could gove you the choice you were never gonna give me."
"You could stick it in his eye, its less lethal and could be considered an accident." Tim chimed in with a smile, the smile on Tim's face was quickly matched by yours.
The man underneath you was panicking because for all he knew you two were complete psychopaths considering jow many Gotham has. He started begging for you to let him go, You got off him while clicking the pen which made him run off like a little crybaby.
Tim and you walked hand and hand to the coffee shop like nothing ever happened. You both knew the pen wasn't what scared him if was your confidence and the way you spouted things off like a crazy person.
Damian: Damian was very much his father's son and he would do the same psychotics weird ass shit that Bruce did. The only difference was he asked you and you very clearly said no to a tracking device being put in you but that did not stop him from doing it and he did it very easily without you noticing.
Of course he didn't know anything was wrong until he noticed that you're tracking device really didn't move too much. He was kinda worried but it was instantly interrupted.
The phone rang and it was a guy calling for ransom while a guy in the background argued with you and said something about you stabbing him in the ass.
"We want a million." The man said off the bat.
"That's all your gonna ask for?!" Then there was the sound of the phone hitting the floor while you beat the shit out of them with a chair leg.
"You should really have better quality shit if you're gonna kidnap someone!" You yelled while the two men grunted on the floor, the first one had had the chair smashed into his back and this one was being wacked with a chair leg.
Damian showed up in regular clothes, he could tell by the phone call you didn't need any help.
"How the fuck did you know where I am?" You asked with clear suspicion and irritation.
"I traced the cell phone call." He lied very easily but there was something off and you could tell. He always kind of scratched his chin when he told you a lie and he had a shitty poker face.
"You put a tracker in me?! When we get home, you are cutting it out. I dont care that you track me but I'd rather not have a weird piece of metal in my body, Damian! I already have this stupid birth control for you, but at least that shit's been tested."
He knew that there was no point in fighting with you so therefore when the both of you got home, he cut it out and he stitched it back up and did everything he could to apologize without actually saying the words. You wore tracking bracelet from then on, a lot less invasive of the body.
Damian definitely was left apologizing over that for months cause he knew he betrayed your wishes and your trust. It was flowers, jewlery, gifts galore. Damian was never good with his words, you knew he was sorry but you wanted him to say it. Once he did the tension between the two of you quickly evaporated into thin air.
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One of the bats has to go undercover as a patient of a particularly suspect new and upcoming therapist. Bruce already has a backstory fleshed out and a cover identity, but that's no fun now is it.
Dick: Okay, the bat council is now in session. First things first-
Steph: I'm the realest.
Jason: Shut the fuck up.
Dick: No, no arguing. We're here on a MISSION.
Tim: That's right, a very important mission.
Dick: One of us has to go undercover as Dr. Hoffman's patient. But why? Why are we seeking therapy?
Tim: Wrong answers only. If any of you get too real, Dick can and will find you a real therapist.
Dick: And Tim, no superhero related answers. Bernard's PowerPoint nights give you too much of an advantage.
Tim: You're just jealous I know that Batman is actually a tulpa.
Jason: You shut the fuck up too.
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Dick: Okay, I'll go first to get the obvious answer out of the way. I'm going because I'm secretly Batman, BUT I'm not here about that. I just have incredibly selective amnesia and can't remember the code to the Batmobile.
Jason: Oh that one's good. Let me think.
Steph: Hoffman is a man, right?
Dick: Right.
Steph: Easy, I'll claim womanly problems. Maybe get prescribed a vibrator.
Tim: *wheezes*
Dick: Ok Gotham's in the dark ages of psychology but not THAT much.
Steph: Spoilsport. Fine, I'm Batman's long lost twin sister.
Duke: Come on, we can't all go to therapy because of Batman.
Jason: I don't know, I feel like all of us should go to therapy because of Batman.
Cass: I'll go because I'm Batman.
Jason: I'd vote for you.
Duke: I think I would go because Metropolis isn't real.
Tim: Like, the whole city is-
Duke: It's a conspiracy. The government wants us to think there's this wonderful city where nothing bad ever happens and an actual alien from space saves the day. Tries to make us buy into some utopian bullshit.
Tim: Hoffman's just going to drive you there.
Duke: Ha! He's not getting ME to a secondary location. He might be in on it.
Steph: Compelling, definitely compelling. I nominate Duke's for first place.
Jason: Don't jump the gun.
Tim: Yeah, you haven't heard ours.
Steph: Well? Let's hear it then.
Tim: I'm an alien spy, sent here to study humans. Only I'm not doing well because I was taken in by rich people and they act weirder than me. I want to know what it means to be human, but whenever I look around all I see is how to make a good margarita. It makes me... sad.
Steph: That's no good. We said wrong answers only.
Jason: Solid four out of ten.
Tim: Fuck off.
Jason: I think I would go because I was convinced I was the second coming of Jesus which is all fine and good, but my whole family is Jewish so it's making things a little awkward at the dinner table.
Steph: You did come back from the dead.
Jason: I did and I'll tell him that. Took a little longer than three days this time, though.
Tim: Okay, I'll be honest. Jason and Duke's are the best.
Dick: Hold on- Damian, do you have an answer?
Damian: Of course. And not one so foolish.
Duke: Well?
Damian: Well, my whole family is comprised of vigilantes and I'm under a lot of stress to be one as well and continue the family tradition. I will of course swear him to secrecy and avoid naming any vigilantes by name.
Dick: ...
Jason: This is what I'm talking about. This is exactly what I'm-
Dick: Yes, okay. Game's over. All of you are getting psych referrals in your inbox by the morning.
Steph: What about-
Dick: Duke won.
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"Guys!" Nightwing shouted once he and Batman arrived in the main are of the Bat Cave, "I have some fantastic news!"
Bruce pulled his cowl off, his amusement no longer being hidden as he nearly failed to keep from laughing.
Everyone had gathered in the Cave to await the two who'd gone to the Watchtower, so everyone was already there to hear the exclamation. Even Alfred was with them all.
"Calm down, Big Bird," Jason said from his place on the meeting table, "What's going on?"
Dick was bouncing on the balls of his feet, "Can I tell 'em, B? Can I, can I?!"
Bruce chuckled, "I'm not stopping you."
He cheered before turning back to the rest of his family, "They think there's a total of three-" he held up three fingers on his left hand, "-of us operating within Gotham, myself excluded because I'm in Bludhaven."
"Wait," Stephanie called, "They think Batman only has three people helping to cover Gotham? They know we're human, right?"
Dick shook his head, his grin only getting bigger. "Nope! They think Batman only has two sidekicks covering Gotham with him."
This caused everyone to laugh, the humor breaking any seriousness anyone would've tried to control to keep on topic. It was nice, Bruce smiled, to be able to let loose with everyone like this. His family was altogether, spending time with one another, doing things that didn't include head hunts or injuries.
Alfred took his place beside Bruce. "This is nice, isn't it."
"It is."
"You can die a happy man now?"
A chuckle. "You killing me off so soon?"
"Of course not, Master Bruce," He's smirking, "I'm simply stating a fact."
"Ha!"
"What're you guys talking about over there?" Tim called. Everyone had gathered at the meeting table to go over final details and slight changes for the set up tomorrow. "C'mon! We've gotta finish putting this all together."
Duke nodded from over his shoulder, "Yeah! New information allows room for some much more fun!"
Jason smirked. "Yeah, old man, Alfred! We want to see if we can get away with switching out with each other. It'll confuse the hell outta the Leaguers."
Bruce raised an eyebrow as he and Alfred joined the kids at the table. "How are you going to pull that off? Despite what you all may thing, the others are all a lot more observant than given credit for-"
"Except the Flash and Green Arrow." Cass cut in.
"Hey!" Dick said, "Don't dis Barry like that!"
"Yeah," Barbra agreed, "And Ollie's whole thing is spotting details. He prides himself on it!"
"If that were true, then we wouldn't be planning on how to mess with them, now would we?"
Tim nodded, "Damian's right."
"As you were saying?" Bruce prompted.
"Well," Jason continued, "You, Damian, and Dick have to be here as Batman, Nightwing, and Robin. They all probably know about me, so I'll stay out of the Cave, but you can bet your ass that I'll be in the Clocktower with Babs, listening in on everything." He looked to Tim and Babs. "Should we set up cameras?"
Tim thought for a second, "If we want to record this, then yeah. I can have them all set up by morning."
"I'll help you set it up before I head out tonight," Barbra agreed.
"Anyway," Stephanie interrupted, pulling the attention to herself, "Tim, Cass, and I could totally get away with running around and messing with their senses and shit. And if we can get Kate and Selina in on this-"
"You've already talked to them, haven't you." Bruce asked. The matching grins on everyone's faces was answer enough. He sighed.
"Having fun," Cass patted his arm, "Bonding."
He snorted. 'Bonding', yeah right. Maybe letting his coworkers be the target of his childrens' whims is a bad idea. Then again, their not hurting anyone. It's all fun in games.
Bruce sat at the head of the table. "Alright. We all know about Superman's ability to hear heartbeats and breathing patterns. He's able to memorize someone's vitals, especially his friends. It's safe to assume he's got mine down, as well as Robin's and Nightwing's."
Damian scoffed. "Changing my vitals will be no issue for me."
Bruce nodded, "Me, either."
Dick nodded along, "Soundseasy enough. But what's the plan?"
"Oracle will call you out for an emergency in Bludhaven. Red Hood will call me out for some information at the docks. We'll met up at the Clocktower and switch costumes." he explained.
Barbra had a manic look on her face. "We should have Steph and Cass stay away from the Cave at first, then have them come in separately, but sharing a costume." SHe turned her attention to the blonde. "You have a spare Spoiler costume, yeah?"
Stephanie matched her grin, "Naturally."
"What about me, Tim, and Damian?" Duke asked.
"How would you and Tim like to be actual bats?" the red head wondered, "Or maybe ghosts?"
"Do we get to mess with shit?" Tim asked.
"Naturally."
"I'm in," the two responded.
"Damian will run distraction," Jason said," He'll be the only one who stays with the JL the whole time they're here. Alfred will have to keep cover upstairs. I'll bounce between the Manor, the Clocktower, and patrol."
"Are you quite sure?" Alfred asked, "That's quite a lot to be doing."
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he assured.
Brice cleared his throat. "If everyone's ready?" Looks around the table before nods of affirmation. "Good. Finish up any last minute changes and preparations. They've agreed to meet at the Watchtower at fifteen hundred New Jersey time so that I can bring them here. Damian, I want you to come with me."
"Of course, father."
"Ready? Break."
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dick grayson instagram hcs
basics
we are pretending dick is not a cop in this because i said so!
he's a professional model but also does perform at a local circus as a special guest
he's not actually going to the olympics (yet) but the american team has been trying to contact him for the better part of the decade so maybe you can convince him to go
he's kind of like one of your friends who you think is chill and normal but then you go to their ig and you find out they're something of a local celebrity?
everybody in gotham already knew him as bruce wayne's son but also he went semi viral on tiktok and got a bunch of new fans (and some edits) out of it
he used to have a less serious pfp but his management convinced him to use this one instead
followers + following
obviously you're there
as well as his friends and family
he manages to get away with following the superheroes since i mean, basically everybody else does as well
also a lot of industry people that he meets, both for modeling and gymnastics/trapeze
highlights
he is an abuser of the story function
will spend any opportunity to brag about his pretty girlfriend and all of the dates and trips you guys go on
he is weirdly good at taking photos, will give you tips on how to pose to get your best angles
also he has a lot of fans so he likes to post a photo of you every once in a while to remind everyone that he's happily taken
will also repost your work related stuff to be like hey look at how cool my gf is at her job!
dude has a million highlights that he updates for the fashion weeks each year
a lot of photos of his looks, him meeting with certain designers, it's mostly his team who posts this
same thing with his shows in the sense that it's usually other people (including you) taking photos of him while he's performing
but this is a more personal venture of his so he asks everyone to send him the pics and he decides which ones to post
will also repost stories from fans who came to the show!
oooh this man posts the most jaw dropping photos of himself
he will have just woken up and post a photo that makes you think it's so unfair how perfect somebody can be
he just likes to post when he feels good about himself and i support!
haley and (i did not come up with a name for your guys' cat so you guys can have fun with that!) also have their own dedicated highlight
it is exactly as cute and wholesome as you would think it is
there are even more highlights if you keep on scrolling. he has highlights for each year's fashion weeks, as mentioned, as well as trips you guys have been on (the most recent is a trip to greece and italy!)
posts
once again he's one of those infuriating sort of famous people who are like fine as hell but they post just enough cute and relatable content that he actually seems like a real and very nice guy (fun fact, he is!)
you can tell immediately when he's been on a trip because he'll have at least 3 posts up and they're all of the same place
you guys are like the photo taking couple
if you weren't good at taking pics before you started dating, his skills definitely rub off on you
he'll do the thing where he gets you to pose for him so he can take a photo of you and then you take the same style of photo for him
it's disgusting you guys have matching photos on your feeds of each other
if it wasn't already common knowledge that you guys are dating, i can imagine the conspiracy theory videos being like guys they were in the same place? at the same time? and they took the same type of pics? i think they're dating
he loves cooking with you (while i personally think it would be really funny if he can't cook, in some of the comics they do mention that he can cook, but either way he enjoys cooking with you)
you guys are like the parent friends who host dinner at their place and there's usually a theme surrounding seasonal ingredients and everything's plated really well
you probably watch cooking shows together and are now you can't serve a dish without some microgreens or sliced radish on top or something
also yes he did plan the picnic and he's quite proud of it
he watched all of those charcuterie board hacks to make the flowers and fancy cheese arrangements
and there were chocolate dipped strawberries, champagne with glasses, and freshly baked cookies (alfred might have helped with that one)
also yes he does wear glasses!!!! only at home when he's reading or staring at a screen too long. his prescription's not that bad
jason ver.
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MY FAVORITE IS DICK GRAYSON FORVER WILL BE DICK GRAYSON AND HERE IS WHY
DICK GRAYSON X Y/N ( FRUSTRATED ME EDITION)
- first of all , he is the hottest character in dc (literally the comics have written this line by line)
- he is the real one with communication issues. You think jason struggles with that? NO jason uses any chance to tell me people how much he suffered. But dick? He wears a smile, he hides everything he is feeling
- the only person who gets to see the real him is YOU. The stress, the pressure, the mommy daddy issues...cmon. and bruce prolly was the worst at raising grayson and learned from his mistakes for the rest
- dick is someone who tries to be happy. Who tries to have a normal life. Who tries not to let his issues affect him . But they do which is why he has so many fucked up relationships. But when he meets you he wants to keep you, he needs to keep you with him. So he tries yet again to open up, fix his issues, love you the way you truly deserve.
- AND let us all not pretend we are all not stressed asf in life. He is so joyful and bright and will almost never dull the mood. Car karaoke ? Done. Skinny dipping in some random lake you drive by? His suggestion. Amusement parks? He is excitedly pulling you to all the rides and WILL 100% WIN YOU THE BIGGEST TEDDY
- he is deep, he js in touch with his feelings and he knows how to take care of you. Idk abt u guys but I have issues . I want a man who gives you those words of affirmation, who makes it super obvious he likes you.
- he needs you just as much as jason or tim or damian do. He also never had genuine love, he also has been a soldier a leader the person responsible all his life. He needs yo hold you, he needs that peace and quiet away from everything he has to deal with . He wants someone he can come home to and just show how drained he is .
- he is so kind to the world but he WILL BURN IT FOR YOU . I refuse to believe any other opinion on this. No matter how big a hero this guy is...remember how he killed joker for jason? Someone he said he hated? Broke the no kill rule?? Yea imagine what he will do for you.
- and how dare u suggest he isn't jealous/ possessive. He gets so cranky..not insecure and u don't have to coddle him and avoid all other men ...but u do have to give him extra kisses
-HE IS THE REAL GREEN FLAG fuck the whole " a hero will sacrifice you for the world but a villain will burn the world for you" NOT HIM NO HE WILL KILL EVERYONE OKAY cuz how date anyone suggest taking you away from him after everything he has done for the world. You are his reward and you better remember that.
- slow waltzing in the kitchen while he sings you his favorite love song, giggling in a pretty cafe while sharing a piece of cake( he is feeding you the whole thing and will kiss you when u Ask why he isn't eating any himself) , getting tipsy and walking back home all sweet and drunk and in love. He is adventurous and wants to experience everything With you.
- best part, everyone around u will love him. I'm sorry but I like it when my bf is liked by the old ladies and my parents and my boss. He will make you the power couple, even if you aren't as "powerful". He is your biggest loudest supporter always. Always introducing you to ppl as if you cured world hunger , telling everyone just how smart and kind you are taking any opportunity to talk about You. And dancing with him at galas makes you feel like a princess
- he will get the best gifts, say the sweetest things, be the most supportive kind eyes only for you guy once he genuinely falls in love.
I love jason a lot too, and tim and bruce too. Like yes I daydream about all of them But I just hate how underrated my boy here is.
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Idk if you're familiar with rodger from all american dad, but like. It would be SO funny if Tim had a similar situation (only ofc, other people would talk about him rather than him talking about himself) like
Jason: man I really need someone who knows *wild ancient lore*
Dick: Oh, you could talk to tim! He knows all about ancient lore
Jason: that tracks ig
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Damian: I desire to branch out into other styles of art
Jon: Oh, well, you know Tim right?
Damian: Yes I know my brother's into photography-
Jon: No, one of his aliases is a well known art thief, and Kon tells me he actually knows a lot about art because of it so maybe you should talk to him
Damian:...go back to drake being a well known art thief.
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Dick: I'd actually kill whoever made this puzzle. Seriously. I can't get it
Bruce: *takes one look at it* Tim did that. Talk to him
Dick:
Dick: wdym he did this-
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Bruce: hey does-
Alfred: *points at tim*
Bruce:
Bruce: fair point. *turns to tim* hey bud, do you-
I am not familiar with American Dad :( But this concept is hilarious ^^
Let it extend past the batfam too ~
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Green Lantern: "Hey, do you think Batman would be able to look at this [specific alien species] crime cases?"
Flash: "Talk to Red Robin."
GL: "Spooky's kid?"
Flash: *shrugs* "Apparently, he solves cold cases even in other galaxies."
GL: *sighs* "Of course he does."
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Red Hood: "I need [specific plant] to compare to a drug sample I found."
Poison Ivy: "You didn't ask Red Robin?"
RH: "Why would I ask him?"
Poison Ivy: "... Because he grows rare plants. We trade sometimes."
RH: "Right. Sure. Okay. Fucking hell."
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WW: "I'm sorry, Cassie. I know I said we'd spar this afternoon, but delegation work came up."
WG: "No worries. Anything I can help with?"
WW: "Unless you know [some country's laws/traditions], I don't believe so. I appreciate the offer."
WG: "I mean, I know quite a bit from when Young Justice invaded a country."
WW: "What?"
WG: "If I don't know it, I'm sure Tim does. He made several guides based on in-person research in case it happened again."
WW: "I see. Perhaps I'll contact him."
#also my bad for mischaracterizations. feel free to rewrite them to be more in character ^^#trying to not make any character seem incompetent#tim drake#thank you for the ask!!!!#dc au
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Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey - His denial (Part VIII)
It's a big series about an afab!reader who doesn't like Bruce Wayne and who still falls in love with him (he fells quicker and harder)
Reader's origin story // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 //
Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of crying several times, hard times for reader and for Bruce, language, ANGST and more ANGST
“You know Ma, it’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me what happened between you and Bruce, but we’re all wondering why you broke up with him?” Jason asked you as he was helping you prepare a meal for the two of you. “Also, everyone's a little bit worried you won’t be our mother figure no more.” he added
“I’ll send a message on our group chat to let you kids know that I’m still there for you, no matter what happened between Bruce and I.” you replied instantly.
You loved those kids as if they were yours and you were eager to keep taking care of them, even if it wasn’t at the manor anymore.
“Good to know,” Jason hummed and kissed your cheek.
He would have been devastated if you had run away from his life, like all the adults that were supposed to care for him - apart from Alfred, of course. And he was well aware that all the other children - adopted or not by Bruce - loved you. You were bringing some peace and joy in everyone’s lives. That was why they nicknamed you “Hope” for when they talk to you over the comm’s.
“And I didn’t break up. We agreed on it, Bruce and I.” you finally said, to which Jason arched an eyebrow.
“Really? That’s not what he said”.
“Well, we agreed that I’m a civilian and that it was making things too difficult. Bruce has also been very busy and… I don’t know, maybe it was just not working anymore” you explained, trying to get away from this conversation as fast as possible.
You had spent the whole night crying over this break up. You had never been heartbroken like that before. You loved Bruce like you never loved anyone before. You just didn’t want to resume crying in front of Jason.
“Bruce can be an asshole… But I really don’t think he meant to make you feel neglected” Jason frowned
“Are you taking his defence now?” you softly teased to hide your sadness away
“No, never. Just… He loves you” Jason whispered
“I don’t think so. But that’s okay. I never thought I’d date someone for so long anyway. And I’ve meet all of you, and I’m very grateful for that”
“Ma…” Jason started but you cut him off
“I don’t really want to keep talking about him” you said and Jason dropped the subject
You did your best to forget about this conversation. You didn’t want to hear the little voice in your head saying that maybe Bruce was still in love with you, but was too stupid to let you know about it.
You managed to push the voice away, until during an interview with Bruce Wayne, the journalist asked him if it was true you were not together anymore. You hadn’t meant to watch this interview, but your boss needed you to write an article about it. At the question, you couldn't help but fully focused on the TV and you caught a glimpse of vulnerability flashing across Bruce’s face. Only people who knew him well enough could have seen it. He quickly smiled at the journalist.
“We’re only taking a break, nothing permanent” he instantly replied and you stared at the TV, thinking “wait what??”
“Oh so, you’re not open to any new relationship?” the journalist asked “A lot of women in Gotham are eager to know if they have a chance with you or not. Men too. And everyone else, really”.
Bruce softly chuckled, but you could tell he was actually quite uneasy
“No, I’m not open to any new relationship. I still belong to Y/N.” he replied and you started to cry again.
You hated him for lying so blatantly in front all the whole city. He didn’t belong to you, you would know otherwise. You felt so sad, so angry. You hated yourself for having fallen for a man like him.
“Belong to? Quite a strong expression. Are you in love, Mr. Wayne?” the journalist hummed in interest
“Now I believe you didn’t ask me to come to talk about my romantic relationship” Bruce quickly changed the subject, but no need to say you started to cry even harder.
Of course he wouldn’t say he loved you, because he didn’t. You didn’t want to be such a mess again so you turned the TV off.
But a few instants later you received messages from the kids asking you if it was true that it was just a break and that you would come back home at some point. They were all so adorable, saying they understood if you needed to take a breath from the Batfamilly, especially when things were so difficult in Gotham. They promised to keep protecting you no matter what anyways.
You had no idea what to answer at first. You didn’t want to hurt their feelings. Eventually you told them the truth: “I’ve told you I’m still there for you as well, and I’m touched you are all so eager to have me back at the manor… But in all honesty, I’m not too certain what is going on and why Bruce said all of this. I don’t want to talk to him, but I guess you can ask him directly”
No need to say that everyone was pretty disappointed in your answer and that none of them asked about it to Bruce.
You didn’t want to go back to the manor. You didn’t want to run into Bruce. You thought several times to ask the children to grab your belongings for you, but it would mean for them to come into Bruce’s room and the man wouldn't be happy about it. They were welcomed to come into his room only when they needed help or reassurance after a nightmare. You could also tell that the children didn’t know how to deal with the break up.
You didn’t want to force them to be in between Bruce and you.
Unfortunately you needed clothes from his place because you were soon going out of Gotham for a couple of days. You waited until the last minute to finally go back to the manor.
Everyone was out, except Alfred who greeted you with a warm smile. His smile flattered when you told him you needed to take some belongings from there. He didn’t stop you. However you were certain that he sent a message to Bruce.
You were in a pretty dark mood. Your mother had discovered your father wasn’t dead. You were a little bit surprised that the Batfamilly wasn’t on the case yet. Maybe Falcone did a good job to hide things away. Or maybe no one wanted to deal with something that might end up hurting you.
Either way, you knew things were going to be hard and your mother was going to hate you for having lied to her about your father. You wished things would have been better with Bruce, because you would have loved to have someone with you. You didn’t want to drag the children in this mess, so once again it was you alone against your past.
You jumped when you heard Bruce’s soft voice talking to you. You had been so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard him gently opening the door.
“What are you doing?” he leaned against the door frame to seem relaxed but you could tell he was watching you with great intensity and concern.
You wouldn’t have believed it if he would have told you, but watching you removing your belongings from your shared room was eating him up alive. He needed all his willpower to not prevent you from doing so. When you resumed your action of packing away, he felt his chest tightened.
“Packing. Need to go see my mom. Some stuff happened with my dad… And I need to deal with this mess.” you explained
“Anything I can do?” he offered
“Of course not. You have enough to deal with anyways.” you shrugged “By the way, I won’t be able to grab everything right away, so I’ll probably come back for the remaining things. Obviously you can send everything to my flat if you don’t want me to come again” you added, looking for a brief instant back to him
“Look, Y/N, I guess this isn’t the right time to speak with you, but can we maybe plan something for when you’ll be back to Gotham?” Bruce offered, almost pleading with you
“You mean to speak about how we went from “we agree to break up” to “you break up” and finally to “this is just a break”, Bruce?” You paused and turned around to fully watch him this time.
Bruce moved a hand into his hair. He had no idea how to fix your relationship.
“You broke up. For my answer to the journalist... It was just easier to say that” Bruce tried and you rolled your eyes at him.
He internally cringed, why wasn’t he able to say the right thing when he was already missing you so dearly?
“Whatever, Bruce.” you finally said
“So yes for a date when you’ll be back?” he insisted
“Whatever, Bruce” you said again which hurt him more than he wanted to admit.
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☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 6
Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader
written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, will probably get NSFW later, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!
warnings: tense conversation ahead, reader character has more loyalty than sense
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Chapter Selection
“Umm, why is Bruce Wayne requesting a table in your section?”
My head snapped up from the silverware I was rolling to meet Edna's eyes. “... Me?”
“Yeah, you! What's going on?” She leaned in conspiratorially; “you're not in any kind of trouble, are you?”
I laughed a bit awkwardly. “Not that I know of.”
“Hm… well, he's at table 6, so …” she waved me off.
I grabbed a pen and rushed over. Bruce Wayne was an imposing man up close. He looked a lot like Jason actually, and I had to remind myself that Jay was adopted. He followed me with his eyes as I approached; an intimidating, emotionless stare.
Before I could open my mouth, he spoke my name. Not a question, a matter of fact, as if we'd met before. “... Um … yes, sir. That’s me. … Can I get you started with anything?”
“Just a coffee please. And when you have a minute, get one for yourself and join me.”
I nodded slowly and went to tell the shift manager that I needed a quick break. The diner was practically empty at this time of night, so he gave me minimal shit for it, and I took the coffees back to the table. Mr. Wayne gestured for me to take a seat across from him.
“… I'm sorry we're meeting this way, but it became … necessary.”
“... Necessary, sir?”
“Please, call me Bruce. … Um, yes; it seems my children have been a bit … overzealous in protecting their brother, and you are owed an apology.”
I blinked repeatedly. “... S- sorry?”
He sighed softly. “I believe you met Dick and Tim?” I nodded. “Dick informed me that you've been dating Jason, and … last night I discovered that Tim has taken it upon himself to run a background check on you.”
I blinked slowly. “Oh … Well, I guess that makes sense. Your family is well known, it's logical to want to know exactly who's getting close to you.”
Bruce stared at me, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly as I awkwardly sipped my coffee. “... You aren't upset?”
“I mean, it's definitely weird to hear, but I can't say I'm surprised. When I realized who I was talking to it did seem probable that something like this would eventually happen. … Anything interesting in the report?”
“... All pretty standard stuff. … It said you dropped out of college, may I ask why?”
I shrugged. “Life got in the way, and I didn't know for sure what I wanted to study. Couldn't justify the expense anymore if I didn't have a clear trajectory.”
“The Wayne Foundation has a higher education fund, I'm sure you would qualify for a scholarship.”
“That's kind of you, but once again - unsure what path to pursue. That money would be better spent on people who do know what they want from school.”
He observed me for a moment. “... Interesting. … Well, nevertheless; on behalf of my boys, I'd like to offer you our sincerest apologies. They know they've crossed the line, and have been reprimanded accordingly.”
“I … thank you, I guess? But I don't think I'm the one who needs the apology.”
“No? Your privacy was invaded.”
I shrugged. “They haven't bothered me since introducing me to Jay, which I already forgave them for because … well, it gave me Jay. But from what I've heard they've been doing more than the usual amount of protective-sibling stuff towards him, and he's getting frustrated about it. Seems like he's the one who'd want to know they're going to stop.”
Bruce nodded once, seeming to be deep in thought. “... Jason-”
“Wants to know what exactly you're doing here, Bruce.” I nearly jumped out of my skin. I hadn’t seen or heard him approach, but Jason was suddenly looming over the table, glowering at the man across from me.
“Jesus! … Jason, what the hell?” I cautiously reached for his hand, hoping to calm him down a bit.
His demeanor shifted entirely when he turned to face me. The sharp anger in his face slipped away as our eyes met, and the faintest hint of a smile slid across his lips. He gently stroked my knuckles with his thumb, turning fully toward me.
“Hey Doll~”Jason leaned over me, gently cupping my cheek with the tips of his fingers. “How’s my favorite girl?”
I blushed bright red, unable to stop the grin that spread across my face. No one had ever been so openly affectionate with me in public before, and while we had made some progress in the casual touching department, this was the first time he'd touched my face. I could feel Bruce's eyes on us, but mine were transfixed by the look on Jason's face. There was something in his eyes I'd never seen before; he looked focused and determined, but for the life of me I couldn't guess what he was determined about.
“I … I'm good. … What are you doing here?”
“Just taking out some trash, darling.” He smirked a bit.
“Jason, really, I wish you would calm down.” Bruce's sharp stare was trained firmly on the back of Jason's head. “Dick said you've been dating this nice girl for months, so I wanted to meet her. If you aren't going to tell me these things yourself, and you clearly aren't going to bring her by the manor, you can't be surprised when I eventually take matters into my own hands.”
“Don’t you know better than to harass pretty girls at work, Bruce? Someone should have taught you better.”
The atmosphere had been tense in the first place, but now it was frigid. I gently squeezed Jason's hand, frowning. “Honey, that was uncalled for. He's not harassing me, he just came to apologize for your brothers.”
Jason growled a bit; “They have mouths, they can apologize for themselves.”
I sighed softly, gently cupping his hand on my cheek. “Jay, … why don't you take a seat at that table,” I pointed to one a little bit away; “and when my shift is over we'll go home.”
He frowned; “no, I'm staying right here.”
“Jason, you're going to get me fired if you keep bothering the customers, which is exactly what Bruce is right now.”
“You don't need this job, I'll-”
“I'm gonna stop you right there. This is not 50 Shades of Gotham, you are not my sugar daddy, and we are not married. You are not going to be paying my rent any time soon. If you want to watch over me you can take a seat. Otherwise I can give you my keys and you can wait for me at my place, or you can find somewhere else to be for now and I'll call you when I get off.”
A look of annoyance flashed across his face, and for a moment the green flecks in his eyes seemed more prominent than usual. “... If he says or does anything you don't like…”
“You'll be my knight in shining … denim. I know~” I turned my head a bit to kiss his palm. “Go on, now~ I'll come over as soon as I can.”
Slowly, he stepped back, letting his hand drop to his side. Glaring at Bruce the whole way, he took a seat at a nearby table, and Edna went over to take his order. Bruce looked me over, a curious expression on his face.
“... That was … interesting.” He mused, sipping his coffee.
“I’m sure he didn't mean what he said. He gets a bit defensive when Dick and Tim bother him about us too, but once he's had a minute to process he always realizes they're just trying to be brotherly … in a weird, slightly overbearing way.”
“Oh, that was all par for the course. No, what's interesting is how readily he backed down. It usually takes him hours to calm down enough to be rational when he's upset with one of us. …”
I clenched my jaw. Jason hadn't told me much about his family, but I knew they had a tense relationship, and I felt like I was starting to see why. “... It probably helps that I'm not treating him like he's being irrational. I don't know the full story, but I do know that something in his life taught him that you showing up here is a threat of some kind. A threat he felt he had to come here to protect me from. And while I'm sure that’s not what you mean by it, I also know that telling him he's wrong won't solve anything. He doesn't trust based on words, he trusts based on actions. I don't know what actions of yours have taught him this about you, but here we are. So if playing the protective boyfriend role helps him to feel safe, I'm not going to belittle him for that. And if you are, then I don't think we have anything else to say to each other… Sir.”
Bruce watched me through my whole rant, a detached look on his face almost like he was gathering evidence. It would be unsettling if I wasn't already seething inside. After a moment he smiled softly, finishing his coffee.
“... I'm glad he found you.”
“... You're … glad?” I blinked slowly. After all I just said, I hadn't expected to hear that…
“Yes. I think you'll be good for him… I do hope you'll consider coming to the manor for dinner one of these days; I know the boys met you briefly, but the others are curious as well. Particularly since Damian spoke so highly of you.”
“... He did?”
Bruce nodded. “... In his way. He said you strike a fair bargain.”
“I see … Well, meeting everyone will depend mostly on Jason. I'm not opposed, but I'm also not going to push him. You shouldn't either.”
“... Damian was right.” Bruce smiled a little, sliding a business card across the table to me. “Please do call if I can do anything for you, or for Jason. He … he doesn't reach out to us very often, even when he probably should. … I worry.”
I took the card, nodding slowly. This was definitely the weirdest interaction I'd ever had in my entire life. “... Alright. I'll do that.”
Bruce dropped far more money on the table than was necessary for two coffees -for a moment I wondered if he even knew how much two coffees cost- and made his way to the door. In the next instant, Jason was crouching next to the table beside me.
“Babe?” He frowned, looking at the card in my hand. “… He gave you his personal line. … What did he say?”
“... Apparently Damian likes me?”
He chuckled a bit breathlessly. “... Of course the demon child likes you… what else?”
I stood, pocketing the card. “... My shift is over in an hour. Do you want to wait for me? We'll talk after.”
He groaned softly; “you’re really gonna make me wait?”
“We'll get those doughnuts you like on the way home.” I gently squeezed his hand. He sighed softly, but smiled, lifting my hand to his lips.
“You’re torturing me, Doll…”
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Superbat Week Day 3: Alien Biology
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“I’ve been meaning to ask, how exactly is it that you fly?”
Clark looks at Bruce, eyebrow raised quizzically. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” Bruce starts, gesturing at Clark’s form as the man in question happily eats Chocos out of the box, “how exactly does it work? J’onn, for instance, levitates with the help of his telekinetic abilities. It would be useful to understand how it works for you.”
Clark then gives him a huge grin, eyes twinkling with either amusement or the option Bruce hates most: mischief. “It’s because I actually have invisible wings!”
“Clark.”
“No, it’s true,” Clark insists, eyes wide. “Kryptonian biology is very different from most species, you know.”
“Clark.”
“Fine, fine,” Clark huffs. “It’s no fun trying to pull the wool over your eyes, you know? You could throw me a bone every now and then.”
“Of course,” Bruce admits. “But where’s the fun in that?”
Clark throws his Chocos at him, grinning.
--
“Hey, Spooky!”
Bruce turns begrudgingly at the grating sound of Hal Jordan’s voice. He supresses the part of him that is curious. After all, Hal usually— and thankfully— avoids him for the most part. It gives Bruce a lot more peace in his day, but also has the unintended and unwelcome side effect of making him interested whenever the man swallows his pride to approach him.
“Did you know about this? Did you know and just decide to keep this from everyone?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Hal rolls his eyes. “I’m talking about Supes, man.” He looks around the empty corridor, and leans in closer to Bruce, voice dropping to a whisper.
“Did you know that he has invisible wings?”
It must be an effect of all the idiocy in the air around him, but it’s almost like Bruce can feel his thoughts coming to a screeching halt in his head.
“I… he what?”
The first thing that occurs to him when his brain begins to function again is that Clark is probably way prouder of this idea than he has any right to be. And apparently, for good reason, because Hal seems completely taken in.
Bruce hates being wrong. Especially about this.
“Yeah! He sorta mentioned it in passing… but damn, you think you know a guy, huh?”
Bruce says nothing. He simply watches Hal stand before him, rubbing his head in consternation. And in his fugue state, Bruce makes one of the most questionable decisions of his life.
“I knew.”
“What?” Hal shrieks. “You knew? And didn’t mention this to anyone?”
“It wasn’t my secret to tell.”
Hal frowns. “I guess…” Then he sighs, running a hand through his hair, frustration visible on his face. “I guess you’d know that, huh? And I can safely say that it’s the truth, cause you’re allergic to pranks and fun.”
“Goodbye, Jordan.”
--
By the end of the day, the whole Watchtower knows of Superman’s magical invisible wings. Bruce can hear the poorly hushed conversations flooding through the entire satellite.
“Batman said he had them, so it must be true!”
“Yeah, he hates fun, he’d never go along with it if it was a prank!”
If only they knew.
--
“—And now people keep asking if they can feel them!” Clark huffs, head resting on Bruce’s lap.
“Mm.”
“It was funny at first, and it still is… but now, I think it’s falling apart.”
Bruce pats his forehead. “All pranks come to an end. It’s an immutable fact of life.”
“It’s just too good to be over so soon!”
Bruce wisely keeps his thoughts about the quality of Clark’s pranks to himself. Instead, he looks up from his laptop to observe the silent pout on his face, and makes a few calculated decisions. Then he picks up one of Alfred’s cookies and tosses it at Clark’s face.
“What’s this for?” asks Clark, confusedly.
“I’m throwing this at you, in lieu of a bone.”
--
Bruce has faced many dangers throughout his career as a superhero. Dangerous criminals, the best martial artists in the world, magic users, and even literal demons. But this might be the hardest thing he’s ever done.
“You want me to make Clark a pair of…” Zatanna trails off, and looks back down at the piece of paper he’d handed her. “…invisible attachable magic wings?”
“Yes.”
Zatanna looks up at him, looking absolutely miserable.
“What did you do this time?”
Bruce bristles and glares. “Nothing.”
“If you’re in the doghouse, it’s best you fix whatever you’ve done on your own—”
“It’s not an apology present. I’m helping him with a project.” Zatanna looks mildly curious for a split second, and realization dawns on her face.
“So his invisible wings aren’t real?” she whispers, looking stricken.
Self-control. Bruce is a master of self-control. He will not raise his palm to slap it against his forehead. He will not give into that ever-present urge.
“Of course not.”
“Damn,” she murmurs, looking away as though revaluating her entire existence. Luckily for her, so is Bruce.
But she bounces back fairly quickly, which is only a credit to her character. “All right, I’m down.”
“Thank you.”
--
“You know,” Zatanna insists as she rolls up her sleeves theatrically, wand already held in her hand, “I’ve never seen you go the extra mile for a prank before. You really love him, don’t you?”
“…Just do the spell.”
--
Clark’s wings are a big hit. The Hawks are especially thrilled. Bruce loses just a little more faith in everyone’s competency per second.
But seeing Clark’s excited face as he beats his invisible wings and bamboozles everybody within arm’s reach makes it all worth it. Not that he would ever admit as much to the man himself.
But unfortunately (or fortunately, if Alfred is to be believed), Clark knows him too well for all that.
“How hard was it to ask Zatanna to make these for me?” When Bruce doesn’t reply, Clark just grins, his arms coming to wrap around Bruce from the back. “I bet it was hard. I know how much you hate asking for favours.”
“They aren’t permanent, so enjoy them while they last.”
“Sure, sure.” Clark stops speaking, and the Batcave is left in its natural state of silence.
“Thank you, Bruce.”
Bruce doesn’t turn to look at him. “It’s just a pair of wings. Zatanna made them in five seconds.”
“That’s not what I mean. I just—” Clark leans in closer, pressing himself against Bruce’s back, and Bruce can feel his warmth flooding through him.
“This was the silliest thing ever, but you went along with it anyway.”
“Clark.” Bruce turns himself around in Clark’s arms, and lays a hand on his face. “It’s not silly. If you found it amusing, who am I to get in your way?”
“I was so sure you found it… what’s the word you used? Juvenile?”
Bruce gives him one of his lesser, weaker glares. “And now you’ve decided that I’m an expert in comedy? After all the time I’ve spent projecting the opposite?” Clark just laughs, quietly, subdued in a way that leaves Bruce feeling profoundly uneasy.
“I guess…”
Bruce pats his head, ruffling through his hair. “Since when have you cared so much about what I think?”
Clark just looks at him, and then sighs, dropping his head down onto Bruce’s shoulder. “I always care about what you think,” he mutters. “Your opinion means the world to me.”
Bruce’s first thought is to tell Clark that his faith is misplaced. That Bruce isn’t as worthy of admiration or respect as Clark seems to think. That Clark is giving him far too much credit.
But there’s something in the way Clark says those words, quiet and heavy, that renders him speechless, unable to say anything; something that leaves him wishing that it could be true. And so, he just stands there, in Clark’s embrace, trying to convey all the things he can’t say.
It’s Clark who breaks the silence, obviously. “You know… if I told you I had invisible wings right now, that wouldn’t be a lie…”
“I suppose so.”
“I guess I am different from you today. Biologically. Even on the outside.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
“So…” Clark lifts his head up to look at him, expression positively sultry. “There’s a lot of fun we could have with these. Don’t you think so?”
Bruce just looks into his eyes, and raises a hand to run his finger along the soft surface of Zatanna’s magical wings. He drags his hand back, and rests both his arms around Clark’s neck.
“Let it never be said that I don’t know how to have a good time.”
Clark laughs, and kisses him.
--
“You know,” Clark says, conversationally, idly messing with Bruce’s hair. “I might not have actually had magic wings, but you know what I do have?”
“A penchant for silly pranks?”
Bruce looks up to find Clark waggling his eyebrows, mayhem already gathering in his eyes. “Well, yes,” Clark says, “but I was thinking more along the lines of horns that can detect lies. What do you think?”
Bruce just sighs, and buries his face in Clark’s shoulder. “I can’t lie to your horns. That’s a terrible idea.”
“So…”
“Fine. Let’s do it.”
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a semi lengthy post on the relationship between the drakes:
disclaimer: I am too lazy to find more panels than what I already have so u kinda have to just trust me when I say stuff which works a lot better over on twitter where people actually Know Me but. I will cite the panels I have used and highly encourage u all to read robin 1993.
I know this is an unpopular opinion but I think the dc fandom, the part that actually reads the comics, does way too big of a pendulum swing on fanon’s crazy abusive drakes thing. I do think the drakes neglect tim and neglect is a form of abuse. it’s not inaccurate to call the drakes abusive. I do however think calling them abusers is a stretch.
the fanon portrayal IS inacurate, I feel mainly due to the fact that they leave out how much love they all had for each other. and you can see that shown over and over again. especially the way jack speaks to tim right after janet's death and with jack’s reaction tim being stranded in no man’s land.
(batman (1937) #480)
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(robin (1993) #72)
is his reaction in no man’s land a dramatic one? yes. is it unwarranted? not at all. for all jack knows, tim could die. and his response to that is anger. something any parent fearful of losing their kid would exhibit. he clearly cares deeply about tim’s wellbeing, in fact, he cares so much he makes sure the news of tim being trapped in no man’s land is shown on every station.
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(robin (1993) #72)
which, while embarrassing for tim, ends up being pretty much the sole power no man’s land comes to an end. go dad power!
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(robin (1993) #73)
in addition to that, tim clearly mourns his parents. not that you cant mourn an abuser, but that’s not what this is.
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(detective comics (1937) #621)
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(identity crisis (2004) #6)
not to mention, of course, that tim did have mrs. mac when the drakes were on trips. he was not left home alone edit: I have since been corrected by the lovely spoilerjpeg that mrs. mac was not hired until after jack drake woke up from his coma. it is assumed that tim was at boarding school during these years, given the drakes did not have a place of permanent residence before.
in contagion, when tim is literally on his death bed he hallucinates his family, alive, happy, together, and aware of his identity. he misses his mom. he very clearly loves her, and he sees himself running up into her arms.
(the batman chronicles (1995) #4 - begger's banquet)
tim's identity remains a point of tension, as tim desperately wants to reveal it to his dad, but cant, as it would compromise the identities of the rest of the bat family. you see this illustrated as early as batman 480 which I reference in this post multiple times, and the issue of robin in their relationships remains up until the death of jack drake. it hits a peak in issue 124 of robin 93, where jack discovers tim's identity and is well, upset. saddened. afraid. his first thought isn't anger, it's immense grief. he's clearly afraid of losing tim, he mourns the him. and this panel is later paralleled with tim's reaction to jack's death. jack doesn't even blame tim, he instantly goes to bruce, filled with grief and anger. he doesnt know what to do. and how do you threaten bruce wayne or batman? let alone both? bruce has endangered his child for years now, without telling him, and his eyes, forbidden his kid from telling him, this reaction, in my opinion, makes complete sense, and I honestly commend jack drake for it. it takes balls to stand up to bruce/batman and he's doing it for his kid.
(robin (1993) #124)
all this being said, I think the drakes never really wanted to be parents. it’s the expectation of the times. theyre academics, travelers, their lifestyle isnt suited to that of a child’s.
(robin (1993) #11)
(batman (1937) #480) - the note reads: "Dear Dad, I wish could go back and start over again! When I was a kid, I used to dream - to pray - that you and mom would stop travelling, forget business and just settle down. We'd be together, the way a family ought to be... now I have my wish. I'm going to with you all the time. And it's tearing me apart."
tim addresses that letter to "the father I never knew." tim and jack got the chance to rectify that, but tim and janet’s relationship never really had the time to recover from it and I think tim can have an idealized version of her in his head as a result of it.
jack really fails tim in a number of ways. he says he’ll make an effort after janet dies and you expect for that to be a catalyst for him, especially because he actively says it will be, and it isnt.
he does this a number of times. he says he’ll make an effort and then he doesnt. or he ends up making a huge amount of effort all at once and then stops, the cycle repeats. tim learns to expect it.
(batman (1937) #480)
(robin (1993) #15)
later, he goes way too hard on the strict dad thing, which I get, because tim isnt an easy kid by any means, but he forgets that tim has never Had that structure, and he needs to actually build the relationship’s foundation first if he wants to decide to be a parent now, and he never does.
(batman (1937) #480) - the note reads: "Funny. how once you never seemed to care - at least, you never showed me that you did. And now you want to run my life. Do you really think we can start over..?"
jack also often doesnt even give tim the chance to explain himself, even in situations that really weren't his fault.
(robin (1993) #44-45)
it never really ends up being just tim and his dad, because the second jack gets out his coma he brings in dana, and shes honestly what keeps the relationship from not worsening. dana is often the mediator, telling dana to ease up on tim. it’s dana who influences jack to put in an effort. shes the catalyst, not janet’s death.
(robin (1993) #47)
warning for the upcoming pages - mentions of underage (consensual) sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism after an implied sexual assault (from someone outside the relationship)
(robin (1993) #45)
even with her mediating, things are still rough between jack and tim. jack very clearly has no idea how to parent tim, never really having had to before. tim has always been extremely self sufficient, mainly due to his parents' neglect.
(baatman (1937) #480) - the note reads: "I've no idea who you think I am, Dad - but I'm not that boy. I had to fend for myself for a long time. I changed, Dad. I have a lot of... secrets."
jack really never had to discipline tim, mainly as a result of often not being around to do it. which means he is not always the best parent, and not what tim needs. he also misinterprets a lot of tim's behaviours that he has as a result of being robin as a sign of disrespect.
(robin (1993) #45)
dana's presence is also another point of conflict as well, another way tim’s belief that jack will always choose something/someone else over him is reinforced. and he’s not wrong to think it. jack’s neglect of tim continues well after janet dies.
(robin (1993) #12)
I think tim is right to be pissed when jack all of a sudden decides to step up. I think jack’s reactions to tim’s actions make sense, but I cant defend them when he hasnt created the foundation needed to execute that. plus, he switches often between being too strict, with him watching tim too closely and judging him for it, and being neglectful.
I see a lot of people say “tim doesnt make an effort either!” well. Yeah. hes never had to before. and it’s not On Him to make that connection at all. hes the kid. and honestly the effort jack makes, especially in the start, feels like a way to display his masculinity to dana. or just... strange. and maybe not what tim needs, instead being what jack tries to project onto him.
(total justice (1996) #1)
I think sometimes people end up projecting on tim and/or projecting their parents on the drakes and they dont want to acknowledge their own parents’ mistakes, so they defend the drakes'.
the drakes arent bad parents, but they arent good ones either. they're human, at the end of the day. theres a lot of love between the drakes, and a lot of hurt too. it’s very hard to find nuanced conversations about that. I think they have a very realistic relationship, especially given the times.
#dc#dc comics#tim drake#the drakes#janet drake#jack drake#dana winters#robin 1993#batfamily#batfam#thank you nana batgirlT__T on twitter for asking me a question on their relationship#spent hours making this and did not peer edit so if you find any spelling mistakes please god tell me. thanks all#analysis#riley talks comics
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Listen, Steve is grateful he gets to work at a Stark-funded hospital. He is. Not only is the prestige of working there even for a year going to carry him through his entire career, but if he stays for five years, the Maria Stark Foundation will pay off all of his student loans. Their clientele are people typically in poverty and he loves that he can help the less fortunate. It's all he ever wanted to do after watching his single mother scrimp and save as a nurse just to make sure they had a roof over their heads. He would never do anything to jeopardize his position or the reputation of the hospital.
"That custodian is going to be the reason you're fired," Natasha declares, and both Clint and Bucky spin from their nursing charts just in time to watch Steve almost fall over as he attempts to get one more glimpse of Tony's ass as he pushes his cart, whistling, toward the elevator. "Is this your way of getting out of the gala? Getting shit-canned the day before?"
"Are you going to tattle on me to Dr. Potts?" Steve asks her bluntly.
Natasha says nothing for several minutes, mulling the idea over in her head. Finally, though, she mutters, "I guess you're better than Hammer. He actually put his hands on Tony."
Steve doesn't know how to respond, because he'd only gotten his position after Dr. Hammer had groped Tony one too many times (apparently Tony had never reported it? It had actually been one of the nurses) and got fired for it. Again, he's grateful for the position, but he knows other doctors would shank him for the opportunity. He's just looking, but maybe he shouldn't look? Tony isn't a piece of meat. He's a respected member of the hospital staff.
Tony stops and bends over to pick up a piece of garbage on the floor, and even Natasha whimpers as his pants lovingly cup each of his cheeks.
Luckily, they're saved by one of the PR interns coming out of a hospital room and chirping, "Are you going to the gala tomorrow, Mr. Tony?"
"Peter how many times do I have to tell you," Tony begins, sighing, then shakes his head. "Yes, my mother is finally forcing me to show up for the gala."
Steve does a minute fist pump, and Bucky immediately drags him into a noogie that makes him squawk about his hair in probably the most unattractive manner possible.
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"Gala" is probably too fancy a term for it. Unlike the Foundation galas, where the Stark family squeezes donations from the other wealthy elite for all they muster, this is more of a get-together between other hospitals to compare notes. Women are in cocktail dresses and the men are a healthy mix of suits and slacks-and-polos. The only people really decked out in formal wear are those with the foundation.
Steve is trying to be very casual as he keeps an eye out for Tony. He hasn't seen him yet, but he's hoping to ask Tony for at least one dance. Dr. Potts had said Tony liked to dance when he'd been talking with her and Natasha at the start of the gala. (She'd made really deliberate eye contact with him when she'd said so, too, so Steve figures she at least approves of him??? Even if she also kind of scares him.)
"Oh my God," Bruce whispers, wine dripping down his chin. He's gone ashen.
Steve and Thor turn to see what he's looking at, and Steve immediately understands. He feels as if he's just been simultaneously punched in the gut and head.
Because Mrs. Stark has finally arrived at her gala, dressed to the nines and yet somehow making everyone feel at ease in their own clothes. She's being escorted by a handsome man in a tuxedo.
The man looks a lot like Tony from the custodial department. But Mrs. Stark keeps loudly and proudly announcing that he's her son.
"I'm so fired," Steve whispers, voice cracking, as Bucky finally steps up beside him and claps him on the shoulder.
#ideas#stony#tony is smitten with steve but also oblivious#also he just wants to work on the machines at the hospital but his mom said no lmao#not unless he gets an actual job there#did she mean custodial work? no but she's never going to let tony know he called her bluff
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Cold Hearted
A/n: another inspiration that came randomly, also long again…
Gun fire… it just wouldn’t be a typical Gotham day without a bit of gunfire.
The party you were at was a simple gala hosted by some deep pockets that the company you were working for invited you too.
All things were going well, and folks were dancing and talking all the way from ceos to political figures and smaller employees. Until Mr Freeze came crashing the party…
A lot of people scattered around and a few even made it out of the venue before the other guys that followed him with the guns came shooting in the air.
You were lucky enough to get out of the main room towards the kitchen, keeping a low profile from the panic in the main room.
Maybe there was a back door, a different way to leave and notify the police if they weren’t already on their way.
Suddenly the kitchen door swung open and came in two men with guns, they had a man who’s face you couldn’t see following them with another two men with guns behind him.
“You really should’ve thought twice about playing hero Mr Wayne.” One of the said.
Mr Wayne? Your boss?… great.
They hadn’t notice your presence yet, hiding behind one of the kitchen shelves. You crouched down lower, looking around for something to help, but you were basically gonna be actually bringing a knife to a gun fight.
“Hey!” Jumping back you got scared as the sudden voice from behind you shouted. Where the hell did this guy come from?
You tried to back peddle away from him, but it was useless. He quickly grabbed you by the hair and dragged you to the other group of men along with Mr Wayne.
“Found a straggler.” He threw you down, almost causing you to some your head against the floor, but lucky you stopped yourself.
A few men laughed, you also heard a couple of them whistle.
Feeling an arm around you, glancing up through your dis shuffled hair was Mr Wayne. He was bent down trying to get a look at your face to see if you were injured.
Smiling gently, you moved your hair out of the way, nodding to him that you were fine. He helped you up even though you didn’t really need it, you were grateful nonetheless.
“We really don’t have time for this. Turn around walk to the freezer.” The man standing in front of us directly was waving his gun in the direction behind us to the kitchen freezer.
“I’m sure this isn’t necessary, we can all go out to the main room with everyone else.” Mr Wayne took a step closer to the man.
The man smiled at him, but it wasn’t friendly. He then took a pistol from his waist and shot it at you, the bullet grazed your arm. You cried out, falling to the floor, you held your arm as the pain hit you all at once.
“I wasn’t asking for opinions.”
Mr Wayne quickly dropped down in front of you, putting his hand over yours that was already covered in blood from the wound.
His expression was hard to read, it was a mix between worry and something else… anger maybe? There was a dark look to him you didn’t know he was capable of, it kind of scared you…
“Can you stand?” Just like that the expression was gone and all that was left was concern. His voice was gentle and soft, absolutely nothing like how he just looked.
You nodded, feeling the sting feeling that came from standing up. Even though your legs were fine, any sort of movement was bringing pain to your arm.
Mr Wayne held you close to him, still holding your wound that still hadn’t stopped bleeding. You both walked towards the freezer, opening it slightly, he stopped, looking back to the men behind you.
The man raised his gun again, which was all that was needed to move forward. The blast of freezing air consumed you, it was sorta helping with the feeling of your shoulder but not that much.
When you both turned around the men smiled back at you. Then the door closed, locking you both in…
Bruce tried to push on the door, but it was absolutely pointless. You could tell he knew that too. He sighed, clearly frustrated.
You had found an empty crate to sit on, still holding your arm tightly you sat down, ignoring the sudden chill it brought to your thighs.
Turning around, Bruce looked down at you. He instantly took off his blazer he was wearing and wrapped it around you. Crouched down in front of you, he gently put his hand on your wrist. “Do you mind if I look at it?”
“No, I don’t mind..” you slowly removed your hand that was covering your shoulder. Hissing slightly as the pain came thru again.
Looking up at you he stopped. Once you nodded you were okay, he continued to really try and get a look at your shoulder.
You weren’t sure what the hell kind of medical experience he had, but you did know that his father used to be a doctor, maybe he learned something from that. Although the idea seemed silly, he definitely looked like he knew what he was doing.
“Just a graze, the bleeding makes it seem worse then it actually is. I don’t doubt it hurts though.” He looked back to you, then looking at your dress. “I’m going to do something, don’t worry, I’ll pay for the damages.”
Before you could ask what he was talking about, he took hold of the bottom of your dress, ripping a long piece of fabric off.
“Oh..” you we’re a bit disappointed since you did just buy it yesterday, but when you saw him use the cloth to wrap around your shoulder, there wasn’t much you could argue about.
Once he finished, the wound was covered and the bleeding stopped for now. It was a bit tight but you knew that was needed to prevent anymore blood spilling.
You looked to his white shirt that was now stained, along with his hands and even some blood got on his pants.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, you almost didn’t catch it.
“Sorry? What for?” They were probably alive because of him.
“I got you shot.” He stated, looking up at you.
“Oh… Mr Wayne, you didn’t get me shot, you were trying to help.”
“So much for that.” He mumbled.
“You weren’t holding the gun, and it’s just a graze, I should be good to go once help comes.” You tried to sound optimistic, which definitely was hard to do locked in a freezer.
It definitely felt colder then before, you weren’t sure if it was because you both had been here for awhile now, or the temperature had actually dropped.
“It’s colder.” He commented. Standing up, he looked around and found the temp reader. “Negative eighteen… it’s dropping.”
“Dropping? Why would it be getting colder unless-“
“They planned to freeze us from the beginning.” Looking around, he looked up to the two huge fans that were blowing near the ceiling. “I gotta break those fans, it’s only making it worse.”
Looking up at the blowing fans, you knew he was right, the closer you were to them was even worse then near the door. “How? Throw a turkey at it?” You joked.
You made eye contact with him, he raised an eyebrow at you. “Sorry… I’m not helping.”
He shook his head, “you’re in pain, and freezing, if anything you’re actually pretty calm given the situation.”
“Yeah… I guess I am.” Thinking of the alternative of what could happen, this situation didn’t seem so bad. “Could’ve been worse..”
Stacking a few crates, he was already reaching for the fans, working on trying to ether break them or turn them off. “Oh yeah?” He finally popped the panal off. “And what is worse then turning into a snowman?” He teased. The fans suddenly stopped, a small success for now.
“Being alone with them.” You said simply. When he didn’t say anything back, you looked up to him, your eyes widened at the look he was giving you.
His face had that expression from before, a scary look from a man who was always smiling for the public. You didn’t wanna know what he was thinking, so you cleared your throat. “But you were here, so it all worked out…” you laughed nervously.
Getting down from the crates, he sat down across from you. Rubbing his hands together, he blowed on them probably trying to warm them after being so close the fans.
“Here.” You leaned forward, taking his hands in yours. Since the both of you were cold, you weren’t even sure if this was helping. Pulling his hands towards your mouth, you started to blow hot air on top them, hoping that would help even the slightest.
Doing that for a few minutes, you finally looked up to see him staring down at you. Just then the thought of what you were doing made you nervous. Pulling back you placed your hands onto your lap, looking away from him and to anything else. “Uh… sorry.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “It’s okay, that kinda helped.”
“How long do you think we’ve been in here for?” You wondered.
He glanced down at his watch, “probably twenty minutes. If I had to guess how long till help comes, maybe an hour?”
“An hour!?” You looked back to him, “could we even survive an hour in here?”
He looked back to the temperature reader, it was getting lower. “Not if the temp keeps lowering. The fans being off helped, but it didn’t do anything to make the the temp rise.”
“How wonderful. I’ve always wanted to be like Elsa.” You rolled your eyes.
“We’ll get outta here. What kind of boss would I be if I let one of my employees freeze to death when pay day is tomorrow.” He looked back to you.
“Was… was that a joke? Did you just make a joke?” You smiled. Seeing his mood become a little lighter.
He shrugged, “thought you would use some distraction, maybe take your mind off the pain.”
“Actually… it doesn’t really hurt anymore.. I think my arms went numb.”
Looking more concerned now, he brought one of his hands to the side of your arm. “You can’t feel that?”
You shook your head no, which only made him worry more. Standing up, he started to unbutton his collared shirt.
“Woah! Uh what are you doing?” You asked, looking away from him.
“Body heat, it’s the only thing that’ll make us last longer, it’s gonna be the waiting game until someone finds us.” He pulled the crate he was sitting on closer now, placing it right in front of yours.
You still hadn’t turned to look at him. Moving your legs to spread open since he had moved the crate right in-front of you now. You heard him sit back down so now he was only a few inches from you.
“Hey… I know this might be uncomfortable, but this is the best option.” He sounded so sweet, probably being fully aware of how this was indeed going to be uncomfortable, but he was still right.
“Okay.. just as long as it’s not brought up at the next conference meeting.”
He knew you were joking to make yourself feel better. Truth be told he wasn’t sure when help would come, by now the signal he sent Alfred earlier should’ve made it thru and the police would’ve been contacted. However, the time it took to find you both was unforeseen. All he could do is help you last as long as possible.
Scooting closer, he wrapped both his arms around your neck, trying to avoid any pressure on your injured shoulder. The height difference with you two wasn’t exactly ideal, especially when his goal was to put as much of his open skin on you.
“You’re gonna have to probably straddle me.” He said.
You just about choked, “Uhhhh, excuse me?”
“You’re shorter then me, if all I can do is warm your neck, there’s really no point, you need to be closer and you being a similar height will be easier. Also….” He hesitated for a moment, not sure how you would feel on what he was gonna say next. “Your dress…”
You were confused for a second, wondering what was wrong with your dress….and then. “Oh…”
He sighed, “you know what I’m asking?”
You nodded, trying to hide your face to keep him from seeing your embarrassment. “Body heat… so the dress. Okay, I get it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You really shouldn’t apologize, you’re trying to save us.. I need to just grow up… we’re both adults.” It was taking a lot for you to control your heart rate at this point.
“No. It’s completely understandable. It definitely goes against every HR guideline ever made.” He was trying to lighten the mood again.
“HR guidelines probably don’t have a loophole for near death experiences… so I guess I can’t complain too much.”
“Here, take off the blazer first, I have an idea.” He said, pulling his hands back he waited for you to slip off the blazer.
Once you had it off you handed it to him to hold. And now, the dress... "Uh, could you maybe....the zipper?"
"Yeah, of course." Reaching behind you, he undid the hook on your zipper, and then he pulled it down about half way. If this wasn't a freezer and you two weren't sitting on wicker crates waiting to freeze to death; this would probably be a super sexy, intimate moment.
"Thanks." you mumbled. Slipping your arms from the dress, it fell to your waist, you were thankful in that moment you wore a bra. The chill quickly reached the now open skin, although it truly wasn't any worse than what you were already feeling. "Okay, now what?"
Taking the jacket he had in his hands, he pulled it around your shoulders like before, however this time instead of you putting your arms through the sleeves, he pulled you closer, gripping your thighs to be wrapped around his waist. You were almost sitting on his lap at this point, your chest pressed up against his.
"Wrap your arms around me."
So you did. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you slid your hands up his back. and under his white dress shirt. You didn't really feel around, but you could've sworn you felt scarring, not really expecting it just made you wonder what it was that could’ve caused such damage.
Just then he finally moved his arms under yours, taking you by surprise he had basically lifted you up to bring you closer. Now you were sitting on his lap... great...
Now that his arms were behind your back, he took the blazer and slipped his arms through the sleeves, pushing it all the way up so the collar was now to the back of your neck and the inside of the blazer was covering you from behind. Once it was pulled up as tightly as he could get it, he hugged you against him.
Resting your head on his shoulder, you started to feel the bit of body heat he was producing. You hoped he was feeling some of yours as well.
"Surprisingly, it's kinda working." You said, surprised at how quickly it made a difference.
"You thought I was just doing all of this to get you undressed? I know better to buy a lady dinner first." He teased.
You tried to laugh, but it came out rough, causing you to cough. He instantly took notice, turning his head down to look at you.
"How is the pain?"
You shook your head, "It doesn't hurt anymore, nothing is really hurting anymore."
"I don't think feeling nothing is a good thing." He commented, taking a quick look at the thermostat. It got lower again. Damn it...
"Man, I thought heat was supposed to make you sleepy, not the cold." You yawned.
"You're tired?" He asked.
"Yeah, probably should've had that extra coffee today." you were mostly joking, but you felt him stiffen.
"Whatever you do, don't fall asleep. Keep talking, sing, just don't sleep." He urged.
"Why not? What would happen?"
He didn't say anything for a moment, probably thinking he shouldn't really say anything. "You might not wake up."
You became still, not really knowing what to say to that. He must have noticed your change of behavior, because you felt him hold you tighter.
"That's not going to happen, you're going to keep talking, help will come, common, tell me a bit more about yourself. Lets start with your name..."
"Right, my name. Uh... Y/n."
"Good, nice to meet you. I'm Bruce."
You laughed again, it was raspy and barley audible. "Funny."
"How long have you worked at the company?" He kept going, glancing at his watch. It's been about forty-five minutes...
"Two years, and...a month... How did you know I worked for you?" You struggled to get the words out, your teeth were chattering now.
"I recognize you from all the charity and gala conferences. You're normally keeping notes that the director should be doing."
"Wow, you really pay attention to detail."
"I've known for a few weeks now, you have way better hand writing then he does." More light hearted jokes.
"Heh, does this mean I get a gold star?"
Bruce laughed, his chest was the only bit of movement you could actually feel left. The wound couldn't even be felt anymore, your feet were a lost cause, and who knew how many fingers you had at the moment.
"I'll give you a whole damn trophy, just keep talking."
Nothing sounded better right now than a nice nap. You closed your eyes, bringing yourself closer to his neck. Just a bit warmer.
"I just wanna say, Mr Wayne-"
"Bruce."
"Bruce... All things considered, you aren't the worst person in the world to die with." Your voice was just about gone now, it was getting harder now every word seemed like a workout.
"You're not going to die, we have a conference in a few days, I expect you to take lead. Keep taking. What's your favorite tv show?" He kept pushing it. "What do you do on the weekends?"
"This is the worst game of twenty questions."
"Jokes. Good, keep going."
"I have this neighbor, he says he doesn't break "my flower pots, but i know he does. I've seen it." You start to stutter, "I know some people are just mean for no reason, but my poor pots."
"What a jerk, I'll go with you after this, we can both give him a piece of our minds." He heard you laugh, it was a good sign.
"How nice, you can do that for me... right?"
He looked back down at her, "Y/n, open your eyes."
Slowly she opened them back up, staring up at him she smiled softly at the bright blue. "Beautiful..."
Bruce watched her eyes close again, he shook her gently, but they wouldn't open, again harder this time, nothing...
You thought you heard his voice calling out to you, but when you slowly opened your eyes, it was blinded by white lights, a few unfamiliar faces kept trying to talk to you at once, nothing was making sense.
Again your eyes closed and you couldn’t fight it, it went dark once more.
The second time you woke up, there was the light again, but it wasn’t as harsh as the first time. You looked around, seeing it was dark outside, must have meant you hadn’t slept for that long.
You knew instantly you were in a hospital. The beeping monitor was a dead giveaway, and all the wires you were hooked up to felt like it weighed more then it should.
The room had flowers all around, some on the window seal, a couple on the side tables, even a few bouquets on the floor. They were all beautiful.
Still scanning the room, your eyes landed on the figure that was slouched in the chair beside you. His head was down and arms were crossed on his chest, his hair hiding his eyes, and one of the hospital blankets was draped across him.
When you eyes finally adjusted you instantly recognized who it was. “Bruce?”
He moved slightly, raising his head he looked around until his gaze landed on you. His stare widened, and he quickly brought the chair he was sitting in closer to your bedside. “Hey. You’re awake.”
Taking your hand he gave it a gentle squeeze. “How are you feeling?”
You gave him a small smile. “I feel warm.”
He nodded. “And no pain?”
“I feel my shoulder a little bit, maybe a bit stiff, but not terrible all things considered.” You we’re grateful to feel the tips of your toes, and his hand that was touching yours was much warmer then before.
You looked around the room. “Lots of flowers.”
Bruce looked around, “yeah, a few people from the office came to visit.”
“All of these are from a few people from the office?” You asked.
“Uhh… no, some are… the rest are from me.” He rubbed the back of his neck, realizing now just how many there were.
“Wow.” Not turning away you looked at each bouquet. “They are beautiful, thank you.”
He nodded, leaning back in his chair. “You won’t have to worry about your neighbor anymore ether.”
You looked at him curiously. “Do I even wanna know?”
“Nothing but some simple communication.” He said.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope, I can be very persuasive.”
You laughed, “I guess so, wow…thank you.” You looked down at his hand, still holding yours, you gave it a squeeze. “Thank you”
He laughed, “you already said that.”
“I know, but you did more then you needed. Probably wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you. What happened after I passed out?”
He sighed, “well, you almost hit hypothermia, you probably would’ve been in a worse state but doctors said the body heat helped. It’s amazing you last as long as you did, especially being shot.”
You looked at your shoulder, it was all bandaged up and didn’t really hurt anymore. “And who found us?”
“Alfred, my butler, he got to us in time.”
“Tell him thank you for me.”
Bruce smiled, leaning forward he gave you hand a little pat, “I will.” Standing up, he brought your hands to him lips and gave a gentle kiss. “I should get going, let you rest a bit. I’ll come by later.”
“Oh, Mr Wayne, you don’t have to do that.”
“Bruce. And of course I will, you gotta conference to lead in a couple days.”
You groaned. “I thought you were kidding!”
He laughed, leaning forward he gave a small peck to your forehead. “I was…” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “It’s actually scheduled for next week.” He teased.
You rolled your eyes, feeling his breathe on your ear started to make your face heat up. Trying to keep from embarrassing yourself even more you brought the blanket closer to your face.
“Goodnight, Bruce.”
He smiled back, “Rest, that’s an order.”
“What are you gonna do fire me?”
“No of course not, I’ll probably just give you so much work you can’t leave your desk.” He winked. Taking his leave out the room.
Your eyes widened. “You’re kidding…right?!?”
He had to be kidding…. Right?
#batman#batman x reader#batman x you#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x y/n#dc comics#dc universe#bruce wayne#queen bruce wayne#dcu
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so all ive been able to think about is gotham for the past several days, and more specifically how gothamite culture has to be SO drastically different and jarring to literally anywhere else in the world. Like even other super cities like metropolis, or central city, or wherever else are at least KINDA normal. Like yea u have superman or wonderwoman or the flash but they dont really have to deal with the same level of bs as Gotham.
That being said here are a list of things that I think are extremely normal to Gotham, and other things that happen in thay horrible little city:
• the episode of Hot Ones with Brucie Wayne where no one thinks he’ll even be able to stand the 2nd or 3rd wing but he eats all of them with no reaction, and Sean Evans (or the in universe equivalent) just sits there like “wow no one has ever had literally no reaction before this is really crazy, and Bruce Wayne of all people?” Afterwards Bruce has second thoughts and realizes that maybe he should have played up his reaction to the spice a bit more. People Inside of Gotham are a little shocked because everytime he eats in public it is the most boring, bland, flavorless food imaginable. (he handled the spice so well because Batman is ready for all potential threats and forms of torture. Ridiculous levels of spice included)
• Gotham schools offer courses in self defense. In some school districts its actually mandatory, thats usually in old gotham or downtown gotham. In more affluent areas, self defense is still taught in schools, but most kids are sent to some ritzy trainer to make sure they can defend themselves.
• No one even blinks when theres a new vigilante by the time Damian comes around. Theres still a little buzz but by the time Duke shows up, people are like “Oh cool another one. HEY BRO WHATS YOUR NAME.” I saw someone post here about how when the Wayne kids get mad at Bruce, they go to Selina and make public appearances as Stray, Catwomans sidekick. I personally believe that Tim was the first one to do it but Dick does it the most, and gothamites didnt even need to get used to Stray showing up sometimes, nor did people really care that Stray was always wildly different heights, shapes, colors, etc. the additude is kinda like “I have taxes and job security to worry about. If a new vigilante is what were doing then so be it.”
• People tend to think that Gothamites aren’t smart, but that city is home to the Richest, smartest, most creative people alive. They mostly just lack morals. Like Dr. Freeze, Harley Quinn, hell even The Riddler are all insanely intelligent. Half of Gothams Villains have at minimum 2 Doctorates in something or other. Gotham generates a lot of cash as a whole, and small businesses thrive there. They have high employment rates, and most citizens have their associates despite everything happening around them. People who have never been to Gotham before expect to have to talk down to the citizens but Gothamites just kinda roll their eyes at them and carry on about their merriment.
• Gothamites CONSTANTLY says “because I’m Batman” when they don’t want to explain themselves. Kids hear it a lot from parents and they also get “If you don’t go to sleep, Condiment Man i gonna come and cover you in stinky relish.” Because truly what else is condiment man good for.
• Gothamites who work at BatBurger and typically work the night shift are used to visits from Batman, Robin, Red Hood, Cat Woman, Harley Quinn, etc. Sometimes they remember the workers and ask about their family, and how life is, and other things like that. Theres some barely 18 y/o who just graduated high school who worls at Bat Burger, and asked Red Hood to help him impress his gf by saying theyre friends. He like fuck it why not and tells the gf that the kid helped him save an old lady’s cat in a tree and now theyre bffs. She totally believes it. Score.
• I see the Gotham thinks Batman is Bruce Wayne’s boyfriend theories and raise you: Its pretty common knowledge that Bruce Wayne is Batman, just no one has the heart to tell him. Also theyre scared he will quit if anyone brings it up. So from this Gothamites created the joke that BW and batman are dating and when asked about it in an interview, dick grayson is like “……yes! My adoptive father is dating the guy who dressed up like a bat every night…!”
• this cuased and arguement between Bruce and Dick because no! Bruce isnt dating Batman! (stray was seen again that week) HE IS BATMAN! But fuck now the public thinks theyre a couple so now bruce gets asked about it and hes like “haha yes my spooky bat bf is who i love very dearly!” As punishment He makes Dick bring him flowers in the batsuit because “as far as he is concerned, this is his shithead son’s fault.” Thats a direct quote btw. Little does he know this somehow ties back to Tim Drake before they met.
#gotham#in my heart of hearts i believe these things to be true and real and canon#bruce wayne#batman#jason todd#red hood#batburger#brucie wayne#ofc vi writes too#dc#biblically accurate headcanons#believe me#source: trust me bro#tim drake accidentally started the batman and brucie wayne are a thing as a troll thing on reddit in his stalker era and it just kinda stuc#lol
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I really respect Jules Giles-Peterson, her work is great, and she's pretty good at consciously trying to avoid casual anti-transmasculinity from what I've seen. But I do really wish she could talk about transmasculine history with the same depth she talks about transfem history. Not because she should HAVE to– I have no issue with her focusing mostly on what she knows best. But every time she brings up transmasc history I'm like!!!! if this is a topic you want to bring up there's SO much more you can be saying here.
I just read this article by her:
And I think it's in general good! I was really happy to see a well known transfem scholar writing something on this topic, since so many people seem to have blinders on when it comes to the very obvious intersection of trans and abortion issues.
Additionally, she uses this as an opportunity to talk about transfem/transmasc community and the support networks between us, which is lovely. She illustrates not only the connection between trans people and abortion but also how that has been an opportunity for collaboration and shared resistance.
However... it feels to me like there's weirdly little focus on transmascs in this article about trans abortions? It feels like more time is spent rehashing the "trans men went stealth and moved away, trans women formed communities in the cities" model rather than exploring the relationship trans people have had to their abortions throughout history. She acknowledges that the chance to achieve that ideal "cis passing married successful straight man" life was slim, but then she doesn't explore what possible experiences OUTSIDE of that slim chance where like.
And I fully acknowledge that it's hard to talk about a lot of transmasc history because so little has been recorded. But that doesn't mean nothing has. While not technically related to abortion, I feel like it would be well worth it to bring up Ferdinand Alexander Bruce, given that he is a historical trans man that we know gave birth. Even more, we know it because he wrote an memoir, so we actually have his own words in his gender and life. Bruce was stealth at certain points in his life, but his transition was public and he was outed repeatedly, leading to constant discrimination. It's not known if his pregnancy was the product of sex or rape. He is an invaluable look into the history of transmasculine pregnancy and the relationships trans people had with pregnancy throughout history. This is the kind of trans man in history we don't think about because his life did not fall into the standard narrative of "transition, pass, marry a woman, get outed after death."
She also brings up the association of trans women and sex work, as a point to how trans women would have established a network of care for trans men using their knowledge as sex workers (a group that has always been closely tied to abortion). I think this a really good and interesting point, but I also think she misses the opportunity to explore the history of trans men in sex work. Sex work and general promiscuity has been associated with FTM crossdressing throughout history (also see this). Many trans men and nonbinary people present as feminine cis women while doing sex work today. There was even an anthology released recently on the experiences of transmasculine sex workers.
I think this is a good article but it's just... disappointing to see people approach this topic, that so much can be said about, and barely even scratch the surface of saying something new. Especially when her work on transfem history is so good.
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Harvey Dent is a working class man
I don't know why tumblr insists on cycling through such discourse and at such a vitriol level. First of all, don't harass each other - especially over a fictional character. It's childish. But, there has been some discourse that Harvey is an elitist character. Wrong. Harvey has consistently been portrayed as a man with a working class background - almost always except for one or two portrayals. The comics have established this for decades and as said, is the same in almost every portrayal of Harvey. His father was an extremely abusive alcoholic gambler. Let me tell you right now that most gamblers are completely broke. Not all, but most. Harvey would not have been able to get to where he was without hard work and dedication. He was only able to attend law school because of his scholarships and in the Arkham series, Bruce's help. In the Arkham series, Harvey lives in a tiny, dilapidated flat. From what we see of his bedroom, he doesn't appear to own much of anything. Leslie Thompkins talks about how poor he is and has to provide a lot of resources to him. Harvey talks about how he grew up in interviews and is an inspiration for other kids who grew up as he did. Batman the Animated Series has pretty much so the same situation, but without Leslie Thompkins. His father was poor and always was poor, even when Harvey visits him as an adult. Telltale Harvey has a broken down car that hardly works and depends heavily on Bruce for almost anything financial. The Long Halloween establishes that Harvey was not wealthy as he seems to have acquired either a bit of debt or at least severely depleted his funds in order to buy a home for Gilda.
Additionally, there seems to be this idea that lawyer = rich. No. it takes years to pay off college loans. A lot of lawyers - and doctors have to wait a decade or more for their degrees to finally pay off. Even if Harvey had graduated with no debt, he was still a brand new lawyer. Newly graduated lawyers do not make that much money. DA's do not make much money, especially at first. There are other law subsets that make far more money.
Additionally, it's rude to assume that everyone from doctors to lawyers to professors are all wealthy and that they didn't work to get where they are. It completely negates the hard work that many did and ignores the backgrounds that many come from. I would know this because I was friends with a lot of law students and med students in graduate school. (And before anyone comes for me, I'm a first generation college student who needed scholarships.) Trust me. They're struggling. Harvey came from NOTHING and that's one of the reasons why he was seen as such a shining star and inspiration to the people of Gotham, something the Arkham series heavily touches upon. Additionally, I have never seen Harvey or Two Face act elitist towards anyone. It's simply not in his or Two Face's nature. At the risk of sounding arrogant, if you don't even know that Harvey had an abusive father and Harvey was extremely impoverished - how can you be harassing anyone over what "Harvey really is". Harvey fans, please feel free to add on with more examples.
#harvey dent#two face#batman rogues#gilda dent#batman#arkham asylum#the long halloween#gotham rogues#arkham series#batman the animated series#batman the telltale series
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