#Barbara Gordon is Batgirl

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This is self-made. Date: 18.08.2024.

OMC = Original Male Character

OFC = Original Female Character

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[schrijverr]

I'll always be a little insane about early days Dick's Robin and Barbara's Batgirl, especially before B revealed his identity to Barbara

Because for Barbara it is: I trust you, you're my best friend, I share this thing with you that is so unique and I can never share it with anyone else. But I also don't know who you are and if I'm right in trusting you, because it could be anyone under that mask. And you probably know who I am, but you haven't trusted me and you've never said. So I know you're out there, but I don't know where to look for you, or how. Because if I passed you in the streets, I wouldn't know that you're my friend. I wouldn't turn to you to be partners if we're in the same class, even though we're partners in Justice. I know you, but I don't.

And for Dick it is: I trust you, you're my best friend and I share everything with you. There isn't anyone my age who gets what I'm doing like you do. But I also can't tell you why, because despite the fact that I know you, I can't trust you, not really. Because you don't know who I am under here and I don't know how you'll react when you do. I share a school with you, but I can't be your friend. I'm an alien amongst peers, but the one person that gets me, who is my friend, is a stranger here. And it hurts, because you're right there, but I might as well be miles away, even though we're partners in Justice. I know you, but you don't.

Like I'm so emotional about them and I'm trying to capture this vibe in my Growing Pains fic, but I wanna explore this concept for forever

[incorrectbatfamandfriends]

Headcanon that since Jason can’t go out with his family publicly, what he does instead is show up in random disguises.

Bruce is chatting up some socialites at a gala, talking about the joys of fatherhood and how rewarding it is. Meanwhile he made eye contact with Jason disguised as a waiter twenty minutes ago, and is currently trying to stop his eye from twitching.

Dick is speaking to a third grade class as a part of the Bludhaven Police department outreach program, except when he walks in Jason is sitting behind the teachers desk, playing the role of substitute.

Babs can’t help but stare when Jason hands her a coffee from behind the counter of her favorite coffee shop. (His name tag reads Peter, and for a second she thinks she’s actually lost it).

Tim walks into Wayne Towers one day and on his way in, he waves to his secretary- lo and behold Marjorie has been replaced by Jason. It takes him three hours to notice.

Cass walks into ballet class to discover her teacher had to take a sick day- his replacement is Jason in a beret who talks in a terrible French accent the entire class, only to drop it at the very end to talk in a thick New Jersey accent. Her entire class talks about it for weeks.

Stephanie hails a cab on her way home one night, only to find Jason driving. She’s not sure how he pulled it off or how he got a cab, but her mind is effectively blown.

Duke is on a school trip to the natural history museum, and when the tour guide introduces himself, Duke can’t help but role his eyes. Jason gives a surprisingly good tour, even throwing in some tidbits about a robbery that went down just last week that the Signal stopped.

Damian’s encounter happens when he’s with Jon in metropolis. He’s watching Jon play baseball, and when Jon steps up to bat, he can’t help but notice a the umpire looks a little familiar.

[violetsyrenart]

If you get it, you get it.

[spocks-husband]

In Bruce's phone, he keeps the contact photos for all his kids as their baby pictures (or the closest approximation that he has).

Dick's is a photo of him when he'd first designed his Robin costumes, smiling ear to ear as he proudly showed off his first hand-sewn prototype.

Jason's is a picture Alfred got of the boy sitting on Bruce's shoulders while they went over a case.

Tim is him fast asleep in the middle of taking notes on his first real mission (he wanted to impress Bruce really bad).

Damian is a polaroid he got from Talia of him when he was about a year old, teething on a mango seed as he sat on the floor of his mother's room.

Cass is entirely blacked out except for her big bright eyes that can be seen in the darkness-- Bruce thinks it's the cutest photo ever.

Even Babs has hers set to a photo of her with her first computer, grinning happy as she probably hacked into a federal database somewhere. He got that photo from Jim.

Likewise, of course, Alfred's (very bareboned) smartphone that he barely uses has Bruce's contact set with a photo of him playing in the snow as a little boy.

[robinhuntr]

Gothamites waking up to the loud ass Batmobile racing down the street at 3 am bc the local murder clown thought it would be funny to try something

[incorrectbatfam]

Alfred gets sick of Bruce breaking and losing stuff on patrol so he gets a label maker and starts naming items after the kids

Alfred: I got you a new phone, just like you asked. Its name is Jason. Try not to let it die.

Bruce, tearing up: Why would you say that—

[video320]

I drew the bat family

[demonicsuffrage]

Jason definitely tries his best to keep his siblings out of crime alley but they just. Don't listen.

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Tim, arriving into crime alley while Jason's injured, to solve a case that Jason had stopped him from meddling in: Finally, He's not here

Jason, standing directly behind Tim, with a punctured lung and a gun full of horse tranquilisers: Boo

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Jason, putting up a barricade in front of the alley: Stop coming into my territory already!

Dick, backflipping over the barricade and into Crime Alley: It's payback for when you cosplayed Nightwing and came into Bludhaven.

Jason: ...Fine

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Damian, at family dinner: Todd, I demand that you allow me entrance to the alley-

Jason, spraying him with water like a misbehaving cat: no.

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Steph, wearing camo print and openly walking into crime alley: You can't see me right now, so you can't kick me out

Jason:

Jason: Good one. You can come in for ten minutes.

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Barbara, trying to fly a drone over crime alley because Bruce wanted reports: This is foolproof

Jason, sniping down the drone: No.

Barbara: I jinxed it

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Duke just waltzes in and out because he works during the day and Jason doesn't. Cass also waltzes in and out because she blends so well with the shadows and he never spots her.

[ditzybat]

Dick, sighing: it’s hard being the only emotionally adjusted one in this family

Tim: LOUDDDD incorrect buzzer

Jason: you’re the most like Bruce out of all of us, and that man isnt exactly the poster child for emotional stability

Damian: I concur, while Timothy and Jason see their feelings as afterthoughts, and fear mine underminded - you, Richard, brood and suppress until the miscommunication blows up in your face, just like father.

Tim: exactly, the most expressive and normal one of our colony are the Batgirls… and that’s saying something

[theerurishipper]

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[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Created on 29.12.2023. The second chart is missing the most popular tag because the number is so much higher than the rest you can barely see anything on the right side of the scale otherwise.

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Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Includes all popular Ao3 tags directly connected to the tag "Barbara Gordon". Shiptags were NOT included.

More charts will follow. :)

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[schrijverr]

Growing Pains [Dick's POV] 6

Chapter 6 out of 6

Dick knows who Barbara is under the mask, Barbara doesn't. This causes some strange interactions as their friendship develops.

In this chapter, Dick and Bruce let Barbara into the fold of their identities, something Dick is a little nervous about. Though he shouldn't worry, despite her teases, Barbara truly is his friend.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Chapter 6: Identity Confirmed

Dick is nervous as they drive in the Batmobile towards where they located Barbara to be. He is excited for patrol too, but it’s getting overshadowed for the moment.

He is glad that Bruce wasn’t mad when he told him about accidentally outing himself to Barbara and therefore also likely outing Bruce. However, just because Bruce is cool, doesn’t mean Barbara will be. He still remembers that she seemed to have something against him. What if she doesn’t like Robin anymore now that she knows it’s him under there?

So, he stays quiet as Bruce parks next to the building she’s on while they wait for her to come down. Which she does after a second, landing next to the Batmobile as she cocks her head and asks: “What? Not feeling up to walking tonight?”

Batman doesn’t reply and instead grunts: “Get in.”

It says a lot about how much she trusts them that she doesn’t even hesitate before jumping in, already leaning forwards as Bruce starts to drive to continue the conversation. “So, where are we going?”

“The Batcave.”

Dick can feel that Barbara looks at him, but he doesn’t look back. He wants to and his rational side tells him that he’s being silly, but he isn’t ready to face her yet. It seems safer to do that in the familiarity of the Cave. Of home.

Fortunately, Barbara takes his silence in stride and directs her next question at Bruce again. “That’s cool. Is there a reason we’re not patrolling?”

“We’ve decided to let you in on our identities,” Bruce explains.

She’s quiet for a moment, then she says in a smug voice: “Was that always the plan, or just because Dickie here spilled?”

His ears burn slightly of embarrassment, but he also immediately drops his resolution to wait until they’re in the Batcave. His honor is at stake! So, he yells: “Hey! I didn’t say anything incriminating.” Because he hadn’t.

“No, I just figured it out,” Barbara says happily. “I totally knew already too, by the way.”

He still feels a little guilty about spilling and he withstood a lot of anxiety over it, she doesn’t get to claim that she figured it out earlier. So, he hotly protests: “You didn’t. I saw your face, you only figured it out today.”

“I was already suspicious,” now Barbara is getting defensive too, this was not how Dick imagined this car ride. “I knew something was up with you, you’re not subtle at all.”

“I’m the most subtle,” Dick protests again at the new lie. He can’t have Bruce thinking he isn’t sneaky, he’s been very sneaky. “You didn’t notice me for weeks.”

“No, I let you observe me for weeks,” Barbara corrects condescendingly. “If you weren’t Robin, you’d be a creepy stalker or something.” Dick’s ears burn even more now, he never meant to be seen as a creepy stalker, he was trying to ensure the safety of him and Bruce, that’s totally different and makes it okay.

Then, she has the gall to turn to Bruce – who has been suspiciously quiet this whole time, the traitor – and say: “You should really invest in more sneaky training with this one.”

“Don’t listen to her, I’m plenty sneaky,” Dick yells, trying to shove her back into the backseat in an attempt to salvage the whole situation.

Despite the hostility, the atmosphere is far from it. He and Barbara have always bickered and when he focuses, he can hear the teasing tone as she tries to break the tension.

That doesn’t mean, he isn’t feeling incredibly betrayed when Bruce finally opens his mouth and says: “Hm, I don’t know, Dick. She might have a point,” leaving him guffawing in offense.

Barbara seems amused by his misery and joins in the betrayal by turning to Bruce and ignoring him to causally say: “I should get to sit in front next time. He’s shorter, that’s safer in the back.”

“You can’t have shotgun,” Dick complains, getting over his speechlessness. He turns to Bruce: “She can’t have shotgun! I always have shotgun.” He has to maintain this, he’s Bruce’s ward, that means he has to pick his side right? Barbara is already taller than him, he can’t loose this too.

But Bruce is not responding to him and a feeling of dread arises. He is so protective of Dick, which is sweet and makes him feel safe, but he also has his dignity. He’s already eleven!

However, before he can shake Bruce and demand a reply, they enter the Batcave and he is distracted again. Because he remembers fully taking it in for the first time, how cool it all was, he wants to show it off to his friend.

So, he excitedly follows after Barbara, who is looking around with the same awe and slides up to her as he smugly says: “Pretty cool, huh?” She remains quiet, just looking with wide eyes and Dick can’t help but laugh at her a little. He feels like she deserves it after bullying him in the car in front of Bruce.

At that, she snaps out of it, scowling at him as she pushes him. Though he knows it’s not mean spirited, he knows how hard she can push and that’s barely anything. She says: “You probably weren’t much better.”

“I was plenty better,” Dick tells her smugly, because he was and he can lord that over her now. “I didn’t even react.”

Bruce undermines him a little in his smugness by commenting: “You were too busy yelling at me to let you commit murder.”

Dick pouts at him. He’ll probably never let him live that down, even though he didn’t commit murder in the end anyway. Bruce gives him a gentle look, knowing it’s a sensitive topic and trying to make it easier to bear by making light of it. It’s nice that he tries.

He’s without the cowl now, but still in the suit. It’s Dick’s favorite Bruce, because it’s the most real one.

Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Barbara’s head snap towards him and she asks: “Who were you trying to murder? Are you still murderous?”

“Nah, murder is in the past,” Dick says, because he did decide on that. Still, that doesn’t mean that ever present anger doesn’t flare up again when thinks back on it, so his voice is strained when he adds: “He was going after Tony Zucco. I wanted in.”

An understanding look dawns on her face and Dick wants to crawl out of his own skin a little. He nearly backs away when she puts a hand on his shoulder, because he doesn’t want a hug right now, he might cry and he has a reputation to uphold. But Barbara is always surprising him, so she doesn’t hug him, but says: “If you ever change your mind, I’m here to help.”

Dick can’t help but be shocked for a little. She’s very serious about it. Then the ridiculousness of the situation hits him and he lets out a giggle and he grins: “Thanks, Babs, I’ll keep it in mind.”

“No killing,” Bruce interrupts them and he sees Barbara cringe a little.

He gathers that she doesn’t know that he isn’t actually grumpy, so he breaks the tension by stage-whispering: “It’s his rule.”

“Ahhh,” Barbara replies, relaxing and giving him an exaggerated wink. Dick can’t help but feel delighted that she’s his friend.

Especially when their shared shenanigans get Bruce to sigh, before he says: “Go change. Penguin is robbing Gotham Bank.”

“Change?” Barbara and Dick ask at the same time.

“Yes,” Bruce answers, gesturing to a set of display cases, “I’ve had Lucius make better costumes for you. More protection and safety precautions. Don’t worry, I kept your design.”

Dick hesitates for a moment, he’s attached to his current suit. It’s the one he wore with his parents, but Bruce’s promise that he kept the design makes him approach. Indeed, it’s the exact same suit.

He stands there for a second, before getting startled by Bruce, who whispers: “So you can maintain the original safely.”

Warmth spreads through him, because Bruce always seems to know how to make it all a feel okay again, no matter how heavy his chest gets. So, he excitedly changes into his new suit, carefully folding his old one.

When they leave the Batcave, Bruce stops Dick and says: “Batgirl rides shotgun.” Then to both of them, he goes: “No names in the field.”

“Why does she get to ride shotgun?” Dick complains, while Barbara quickly scrambles in, because she’s mean and doesn’t want him to have any fun. He should have rights to the shotgun.

Bruce doesn’t seem to care about his right though, just saying: “Bank robbery, remember, Robin?”

Dick sulks as he gets in and informs Barbara: “I liked it better when you weren’t riding with us in the Batmobile.”

She sticks her tongue out in return, leaving him to sulk as Bruce drives them towards the back robbery.

It’s nothing monumental, being out here with Barbara also knowing. It’s just a thing now. She knows.

However, it is big to Dick, because she’s his friend. She knows him wholly now and doesn’t look away. She doesn’t care that he isn’t born rich, she isn’t uncomfortably sympathetic about his parents and she doesn’t take his barbs seriously. She gets wanting to fight, she gets the rush of grappling through the city. She gets him. And he gets her.

They work together like a well-oiled machine that has been weeks in the making. Her and Dick are on the two assassin looking ladies duty. He’s the distraction and hitter from the front, while Batgirl flanks from the back.

Maybe he should work on his stealth a little more, but he has always liked being in the spotlights more. The light to their shadow, right?

When the fight is over and the villains restrained, they return to the Batcave – Bruce probably wants to write his report right away, because he has something up his ass about maintaining an accurate database of encounters – Dick doesn’t care, because he wins shotgun and Bruce doesn’t order him to the back. Honor restored!

When they get back, Alfred is waiting with cookies, greeting them in his composed manner as always: “Welcome back, sirs and miss. I have some tea and cookies.”

Dick loves Alfred’s cookies and despite having shared them with Barbara before, he’s excited to do so again, now finally able to tell her who made them. So, he cheers and drags her along, saying: “Alfred makes the best cookies.”

They’re both happily stuffing their faces, thanking him for the cookies. Alfred smiles at Barbara, then replies: “You’re welcome, Miss Barbara. I do want to officially welcome you to the team. And to thank you for looking after Master Bruce and Master Dick.”

Bruce is pretending he doesn’t hear, but Dick just feels the rush of embarrassment. He already does enough stupid shit where Barbara can see, he wants to look somewhat cool in front of her. Though, he probably doesn’t help his case by whining: “Alfreeed, don’t say that. If ever, I was looking out for her.”

Alfred just raises a pointed eyebrow at Dick and one look at Barbara tells him that he’s going to be screwed for forever. Especially when she grins at Dick and says: “I don’t know, without me there, anyone could have snuck up on you.”

“That was one time!” Dick exclaims, the blush not leaving, much to his dismay.

Barbara is enjoying this moment and he knows it, she is cackling loudly as she ruffles his hair. His hair! He tries to duck away, but can’t escape her as she teases: “Keep telling yourself that, Dickie.”

“Dickie is absolutely not going to stick,” Dick warns her, because it makes him sound like he’s five and he’s already grown, thank you very much. To show that, he sets in a counter attack in the form of tickles, which has her dancing away.

Their little game turns into actual sparring when Bruce starts to call out tips to both parties, until they are both on the ground, panting.

Bruce appears in their sight, holding out a hand to both of them as he pulls them to their feet. He smiles: “Could use some work, but you’re getting good.” Then he holds out a piece of paper to Barbara and explains: “These are some exercises you can do at home. We’ll train every weekend here. These are rotating meeting points for pick up on patrol, memorize them, then burn the paper.”

Dick is proud of Bruce for letting Barbara in like this and he’s proud of Barbara for seeing past his whole ‘I am the night’-shtick, because she salutes: “Aye, aye, sir.”

Bruce seems to be amused as he says: “I’ll drop you off near home. The Commissioner is off work soon,” he then adds. “Dick, time for bed.”

“I’m not tired,” Dick immediately protests. He can’t have her think he has a bedtime, he’s Robin. Though his effort is undermined by a yawn and knowing Bruce or Alfred will say something otherwise, he amends: “Okay, maybe a little tired. Bye, Babs, see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Dick.”

Then they’re both quiet for a second, he isn’t sure whether they’re just going to wave, shake hands or hug. He remembers how on the roof she hugged him, how it was nice to have that. He’s always been a touchy person. In the circus he was surrounded by people who’d hug him. Bruce is getting better at it, but it can’t hurt to have more people to hug. So, he makes an executive decision and hugs her, glad when she hugs back.

He doesn’t want to make it weird, so he quickly steps back, before bounding up the stairs backwards as he waves and calls out: “I’m calling shotgun for next time!”

“You can’t do that,” Barbara yells back, but Dick pretends he doesn’t hear.

The next day, he’s a little nervous, because what if it doesn’t translate to outside their sidekick gig? What if she shuns him at school again?

But he needn’t have worried, because the moment he sets foot into Mr. Stevenson’s class, she is there, giving him a grin and waving at him to come over.

Some of the class is giving them weird looks, but that’s something else to worry about later. He’s sure that between the two of them, they can come up with a sufficient explanation as to why they’re suddenly friendly, when they seemed enemies not so long ago.

Dick doesn’t want to go to school. Not really. It has always seemed more pointless than focusing on training, but with his friend here, the world isn’t just a place of anger and training. It’s nice to have someone to hang out with here too, it makes school just a little bit better.

[vodrae]

Damian walks up for the first time in his brand new school , his teacher by his side, he watches the other children playing. They run after each other and grab shoulders and arms.

"ADOPTED !" Yells one boy.

Quite suprised, Damian asks:

"What are they playing ?"

The teacher cringes hard but finds no good way to say it.

"Ehm....Bruce Wayne and the orphans...?"

[andstuffsketches]

girl who lives in a cave

[jesterraconteuse]

You don't understand there's a part of me that wants Alfred Pennyworth to never age but there's another part that's like

As Alfred grows older his body grows tired and everyone notices. And for Bruce that's his surrogate father. For everyone else that's Grandpa. Immediately there's a secret boot camp in the Batcave for everyone to start learning how to better care for themselves. Selina Kyle assisting of course.

There's already disability accommodations for Barbara so they just need to tweak and add some stuff. They've learned from her needs and start researching on how to care for the elderly for Alfred specifically.

On paper he's still a butler but really everyone (who lives or stays for a long time in Wayne manor) makes sure they learn how to do the hardwork for themselves. Most of his job is just to be there for them honestly. They insist on doing things for themselves.

But Alfred is Alfred. So he knows what's going on. And he's so deeply proud of them. He doesn't let him do anything he insists he can or wants do himself. He's still his own person after all, and they gradually learn his boundaries and patterns.

Bruce keeps paying him but not in a way you'd pay a butler usually. More in a way where you'd send money to your retired parents.

Do you see my vision?