#Batless

[coloredsnowo]

oh brucie

[chronicbatfictioner]

I'm dying, please help, I just found your "Exchanges and Compromises" but it's chapter 13, and I need the 1st cuz now I'm hooked, please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please, PRETTY PLEASE give a link with thr first chapter?? Or is it on another platform or something that'll give it to me? I'm so so so so so sorry if this is trouble, I'm just dying from not knowing the beginning and ending☹️🥺🙏

Hi dear anon! I’m sorry for not linking my fics to my AO3 - I forgot! Anyway, here’s the link to AO3:

Exchanges and Compromises (44892 words) by outlawserenade Chapters: 27/27 Fandom: Batman - Fandom, Nightwing (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Robin (Comics), Detective Comics (Comics), Green Arrow (Comics), Birds of Prey (Comic), Catwoman (Comics), Batgirl (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, Dinah Drake/Oliver Queen, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle, Dinah Drake, Oliver Queen, Helena Bertinelli, Lucius Fox, Jim Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Bane (DCU), Thomas Elliot, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne Additional Tags: will add villains in the tag as they come, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, New 52, will add characters' hero alias as they come too, if I tag now it'll spoil the whole thing, maybe I'll tag once everything's been posted, Or not, just see how my mood goes, Jaytim - Freeform, definitely JayTim, dickbabs, 'cause it's my jam, Stray!Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Tim Drake is Catlad | Stray, Dick Grayson is a Talon, Talon!Dick Grayson, Damian is Damian Series: Part 1 of Batless Summary:

A single change brought by the unlikeliest person brought a change to an entire universe.

=A fated night, 20 years ago - so everybody thought and believed. A fated night that brought Dr Thomas and Mrs Martha Wayne, along with their 10-year-old son, Bruce, to the Cinema at Park Row to watch an old movie rerun. A fated night in which Dr Wayne had forgotten his wallet at the concession stand, and the concession attendant had chased him as they got out of the theater to head back home.=

You will need an AO3 account, I think (also I prefer, since I don’t have the headspace to deal with bots >.<).

Happy reading! <3333

[gnzma]

[ i mean he Did beat up two former skulls before kicking them out post-the-whole-aether-bullshit but to be fair one tried to take his place and egged him on and the other tried to kill another grunt and ripped off his bat's wing so- ]

[softsadrainy]

:) cassandra cain my bbg

batless one, i saw someone else draw her doing something ballet related but i completley forgot who and im so sorry if i find them ill tag em !!

[kneelingshadowsalome]

i love your works and your toxic könig so much 😭 for some reason in my head könig was always like a puppy in love even outside of aus but i like to imagine him like this sometimes.

basically if he feels abandoned bc you were busy with something else (literally taking a shower for like 10 minutes or not looking at him while he was talking) he will start crying and needs you to kiss him a bunch of times and tell him he's your favourite boy baby husband man boyfriend sweetheart for like an hour lol. he literally can't stand it if he can't touch you or talk to you for long periods of time (let's say the reader is a civilian and könig often has missions he has to leave for). he literally goes insane and keeps rereading those screenshots of loving messages from you he has an entire folder on his phone for, literally he convinced himself that you've already left him for someone else and is now going to be crying himself to sleep.

when he does return he's literally scared, so it feels like you attached him to yourself physically and that's why he never leaves your side. always holding hands, könig always being there even if your have to move around the house a lot or do the most mundane tasks even if he himself has chores or things he needs to do. kind of creepy bc he's just silent but feels like he'll die if you disappear from his line of sight for more than two seconds.

even aside from that listening to you talk fondly of someone, anyone really: a friend (if he lets you have them), a random cashier (if he wasn't there with you to talk to them instead of you), a relative (if he even allows you to talk to your family) he's so!!! like hurt and upset and goes quiet for long periods of time.

like eyes red from crying, nose stuffed and he's like "i'm fine nothing is wrong" then goes back to crying somewhere more private.

and this kind of behaviour makes sex kind of uncomfortable Sometimes. he often needs you to repeat that you're his, only his, you can't look away from him, you HAVE to be holding his hand when he fucks you but somehow it's a 50/50 when it comes to power dynamics.

either he manhandles you and shows you that he's the only man, the only person you could ever need or love and that he won't ever let you leave him; or he's completely subby, like "please hold my face and kiss me while you're riding me for as long as you want, i'm only yours and i wanna show that" kind of way.

i am insane basically thank you for coming to my ted talk.

This was one of the best Ted talks I've ever been to! I loved every word, every second of it!! 🥳🥹 My god, I want more... I need me some encore now.

I love subby König, holy Christ. And tbh... what's beneath the toxic, crazy killing machine König is someone who is horribly, and I mean HORRIBLY love-deprived and touch-starved and super duper insecure. Which means there's bound to be some subby behavior leaking through toxic König too!

König would so need to have you on his sights at all times. And when he's working, it's annoying because... he loves his work but now he's just thinking about you. What are you doing at this very moment..? Have you talked to someone today? A friend, a colleague, a family member? A stranger??

Do you sleep ok without him (because he doesn't, he just tosses and turns in his bunk/cot/the ground all night when you're not there), and why haven't you sent a text today? He's gonna call you as soon as he gets somewhere more private.

The longer the mission lasts, the more sullen and broody he gets. After a few days, he kills his enemies with a thousand yard stare only because they're basically what's between him and his squeeze.

And yes he has to touch you like a thousand times a day or just watch your every move when he finally gets home. If you're in the bathroom too long he comes to knock on the door and ask if everything's alright (you ran there to have a moment's peace from this big cuddly behemoth who looks at you with that creepy batless obsessive stare... frankly it's disturbing)

And oh my god stop – holding hands during sex? Oh my god. Imagine him bordering on being rough (because he's *missed* you goddammit 👿) while wanting to entwine your fingers together✨️. Toxic König is a huge romantic, even if the "romantic" things he does are a bit... questionable. And he wouldn't shut up during the first round after he got home!

"Say that you missed me,"

"Tell me you're mine... Say it. Now,"

"You're always teasing me,"

would be some of the things he'd say during pounding you to his heart's content. (And you wouldn't even know how you've "teased" him this time... Like... He's the one who left for a week long mission...? 🤨)

After sex he would be so much gentler, but no less demanding and whiny. He needs so much validation and gets odd and grumpy if you don't give him some. If you'd try to domme him though, he would become even more unbearable (being a sub is this man's secret fantasy but he doesn't even know it himself).

[oceanstriology]

Bats

Batty batty batty

Just caught a Betty

Seems a bit nerdy

She heard of me

Green purple

Life hustle

It's a hoax

Her titties are toast

She looks like she saw a ghost

Let's find what's on her purse

Betty that wont please batty

Betty needs a daddy

Bats are women not pests?

Bats have some side quests

Bus, car, train, plaine,heli, song of Adele

Clock is ticking

One more thing the goom is mimicking.

[coloredsnowo]

batfam au where bruce is just purely Brucie Wayne, and all his kids are secretly vigilantes (he is utterly clueless)

After he adopts dick

Dick: *trying to sneak out the window*

Brucie: “Dick my son, where are you off to on this glorious evening”

Dick: “erm. a party.”

Brucie: “have fun I hope you ‘slay’ 🥳

Dick “haha.. yeah” *jumps out the window*

—

Jason-

Jason: *also trying to sneak out the window*

Brucie: “Are you also a party-boy like your brother?”

Jason: “No Im going to go beat people up”

Brucie: “So youve gotten your brothers sense of humor ^v^”

—

Tim-

Brucie: “Tim why do you never get any sleep?? I’m worried”

Tim: “I’m. Studying for AP exams.”

Brucie: “still you need to sleep :(”

*tims watch buzzes*

Tim: “Haha!!! I need to. go study with Dick and Jason now. bye Bruce”

Brucie: “At this point I’d rather you constantly going out to parties like they did”

—

Damian-

Brucie: “Dick I cannot believe you have been taking your 8 year old brother out until god knows when?????”

Damian: “Father we ar-“

Dick: “YES BRUCE IM SORRY FOR BEING SO IRRESPONSIBLE AND LETTING A CHILD GO OUT AT NIGHT. NO REASON A CHILD SHOULD BE GOING OUTSIDE.”

—

Brucie: “Alfred I feel like my kids are keeping a secret from me…”

*moment of silence*

Brucie: “No theyd never keep anything from me. my darling children.”

(comms)

[chronicbatfictioner]

Exchanges and Compromises - Chapter 4

Gotham City, present day

If anyone asked, Timothy Jackson Drake might or might not have died three years ago with his parents; at the same time the news got out that they were killed in Haiti after a kidnapping gone wrong. Some presumed that the then-12-year old might or might not have committed suicide out of grief. Other said he had also been murdered in his home, bereft of his parents' protection. Others said he'd had a fluke accident at the Drakes' Downtown Penthouse when it went up in flames after a superhero had thrown a villain through it; as in through the entire Penthouse suite and shattered it to debris.

Or something along that line. None have seen Tim Drake since then, and no one noticed that he had posthumously graduated from junior high a few years afterward, or posthumous enrollment in Gotham's Public school. In a school with 40+ students per class, no one noticed an 'Alvin Draper' taking the seat and credits for 'Timothy Drake'. Once upon a time, Ms. Julie Madison - a science teacher of Gotham Public - had commented that she'd allowed "that Draper kid," to sit in her class because she thought that Alvin was simply "a street kid who wanted to attend school, but haf no parents to help him enroll and such."

As far as Ms. Madison was concerned, as long as there is a body attached to a name in the enrollment list, she couldn't care less. Plus, Draper was a quiet boy who would sometimes get to class with a few bruises on his face - probably from fending for himself on the streets. It is, unfortunately, quite a common sight in Gotham,

Unless, of course, a query should be made to Drake Industries' highest executives and/or shareholders who have been working in the company for the past ten years and sworn to secrecy off their lives and their loved ones' lives. Preferably those who were there during the time when the police eventually apprehended one of the shareholders for orchestrating the kidnapping and eventual death of the Drakes. Some said that it had been Tim who presented the evidence - others said it was a vigilante or a costumed superhero, as the city was starting to be swarmed by both.

Said query might or might not find that, in spite of his youth, the now-16-year-old heir has actually been running the company without even bothering to show up at the office. Said query would probably find that Drake Industries' business is doing fine - the very young heir that runs the company from behind the scenes has the knowledge and skills in business and manufacturing of his mother, the legendary Janet Drake who had nearly singlehandedly built an empire that is the Drake Industries.

Fortunately, the interest or curiosity of whether Tim Drake was alive or not was very small. The shareholders mostly more interested to know that they would still get their dividends. The Executives were mostly interested in keeping a secure job and fairly unlimited decision-making freedom, All of them still remembered the fate of the shareholder who orchestrated the Drakes' kidnapping. He didn't die, or incarcerated - at least not for long. But rather he had lost everything he owned when a vigilante looted his home. The vigilante even found his hidden stash of cash and jewelries, as well as his overseas bank accounts.

So no, the executives and shareholders of Drake Industries would much rather enjoy their time in the company, and getting dividends without doing too much. Don't try to reinvent the wheel, they would say. Some even would flat out said to not rock the boat that's sailing calm water, lest Leviathan would come out and destroy them all.

Sure, it was a small empire, compared to the other bigwigs out there. If anyone asked Tim, the company of some 500 employees would probably be one of the smallest companies in Gotham's list of 500 manufacturing companies. But hey, it's a company that still continued producing, making small but steady and tangible profit for its shareholders, and creating benefits for its customers - the people who needed to buy generic medications.

Tim supposed he should count himself as lucky - if 'luck' include his parents getting murdered, or that their murderer left a trail of evidence that even the best lawyers couldn't clean out, not especially after the evidence was delivered to Harvey Dent, the best DA Gotham City has to offer.

Or maybe the 'luck' was the fact that they had forgotten about the then-12-year-old Tim who had been tucked away safely in a private boarding school. Or so they thought. No one ever knew that Tim had taken his bicycle from the Boarding school - a few miles outside of Gotham City - to go back home and picked up his mother's files from the safety deposit box and studied them. No one in the boarding school never knew that Tim had gone home to an empty house, left empty after his parents' death; safe for his housekeeper, Mrs Mac. No one noticed that Tim had forged Mrs Mac's signature and shanghaied the family lawyers' firm to make her his legal guardian.

Mrs Mac herself had never known that the Drakes' will was forged, and had accepted the guardianship gleefully. She has been caring for Tim, definitely. In spite of her absentminded-ness and ignorance of where Tim should be at, at all times (school), and not be at by nightfall (the city, looking for objects of interest to photograph); she cared. She has been providing Tim with regular meals and cleaned his clothes. That was enough for Tim. Sometimes, when she remembered, she would even make a birthday cake on dates she thought was Tim's birthday.

Sometimes he would get two cakes in a year, sometimes twice in a month. Oh well, he wasn't complaining.

Not that Tim was ungrateful of her - he knew that she would rather leave as soon as anyone come with a higher salary offer; than puttering about in a 8-bedroom manor that would only remind her on daily basis that Tim's parents were dead. He made sure she couldn't, though, by having a clause in the will that would get her arrested if she was to neglect or abandon Tim before he reached age 18.

Still, the fact that Tim increased her salary by 10% each year seemed to do the trick just fine - and to make her forget that she would be arrested with child neglect if anyone find out what Tim was doing. 

Aside of taking photographs, Tim was also scouting places for one formidable creature of the night better-known as Catwoman.

Several months after the death of the Drakes; rumors had started about a vigilante-slash-thief that stole from the rich and give to the poor. The vigilante would break in to the safest of safety deposit boxes, and cleaned out the contents. Some more unfortunate rich folks had not only their life savings cleaned out, but also family heirlooms and other inherited goods. Artworks, jewelries, baby teeth -- nothing was sacred for the greedy vigilante.

Tim's home, however, had never been hit - in spite of the plethora of artwork and antiquities within that had come with his father's archaeological ventures through the years. Tim had gotten curious, and thought that maybe, on his moves around the city trying to figure out the ways to get evidence on his parents' murders, he could see the Catwoman.

Little had he known that the Catwoman had seen him, until he started scoping the house of the shareholder he believed had arranged for his parents' murder,

Tim had nearly fallen off the emergency ladder he was holding onto, when a soft, throaty voice practically purred, "Really, a kitten such as you shouldn't be roaming around the city by this time of night..."

But he didn't fall. In a split second, Tim realized that this woman, who was wearing an all-black leotard that left fairly little to the imagination (and made Tim realized must have been part of the reason why she was never caught by any male cops), could help him, instead.

So he'd boldly announced, "I've been looking for you, Miss, and I have a proposition."

Said proposition, as far as Tim was concerned, paid off with interest. First and foremost was that he was able to find the evidence needed to implicate the shareholder who'd murdered his parents. Second was that he'd managed that without a scratch on him - relatively. Third was that he'd managed to deliver the evidence to Harvey Dent without being seen. Catwoman helped.

Okay, so maybe she'd acquired some incentives as well. But it was not like the shareholder guy would miss his Degas or Renoir paintings, or the little trinkets of jewelries, or his overseas bank accounts...

And then Catwoman made Tim an offer he simply could not refuse.

Which was probably the general reason how Tim found himself in this... little predicament.

[cleromancy]

IF he has a bat on his chest, then the muzzle. if he's batless, the full face helmet.

I need some opinions bc I can go back and forth on this subject but -

Reblog with your reasoning if you have it.

Or you can just pick what looks the coolest.

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

April 7: Jump

Day 7 of @hinnymicrofic

She used to jump whenever he walked into a room.

Ginny remembers the frantic skitter of her heart, pumping blood into her cheeks so that she could feel the heat emanating from them like a flame. Red, and stammering, and twelve. 

She doesn’t, anymore. She’s older now, better at hiding the skips of her heart with a grin and some banter. She’s gotten so good at it that she fools herself into thinking she’s as impervious to his presence as she pretends. 

They’re at a point now where she’s certain Harry considers her a friend in her own right. A good one, even. And when she pulled back the layer of liking him through the lens of an embarrassing childhood crush, she uncovered that she just liked him, as a person. He’s funny, in a dry, acerbic kind of way that catches her off guard sometimes. He’s reserved but surprisingly kind when opportunities present themselves to be. And of all the people she banters with, he’s secretly her favorite. 

There’s no room now for skittering hearts and glowing cheeks. She values their friendship, has very nearly convinced herself she’s content with it. 

But then. But then.

It’s Christmas Eve. The smell of roast lamb and cocoa lingers in the air. She saunters in from the den, where her brothers are still laughing uproariously at something Fred had said, and Harry’s at the counter pouring himself some more cocoa. He smiles at her when she enters. 

“Oi! You’d better have left some for me.”

He levels her a flat look. “Course I did. I like my bogeys batless, thanks.”

There it is again, the liking him. “I reserve that hex for the likes of Zacharias Smith. You’re welcome.”

“Good to know where I stand.”

They laugh. Her heart skitters at the sound, but her hands are still as she pours herself some cocoa, well-practiced in her performance of impenetrability. 

She reaches for the milk and brushes against him. 

It’s small. No elbows in butter dishes or dropped mugs. But nonetheless she notices, and the realization burns hot and sweet like cocoa on her tongue.

He jumped. 

[antrunner]

The babygirl polls have been an absolutely magnificent trainwreck and I for one cannot wait for the batless poll(s)

No more popularity votes, time to give the people what they want

NO MORE BATS, THESE HEROES ARE GONNA DUKE IT OUT IN THE BBG RING FAIR AND SQUARE

[tonysaintborgi]

I'm curious, when and how did Good FREAKEN Evening People start? And do you schedule it or do you go and reblog it twice everyday?

I've seen it on the daily every day for years but never thought to ask!

couldn't tell you when or how it started honestly. however, i follow uwu-tang-clan so I've been seeing the bat for years. and originally i only rb'd it when i saw it y'know. but then one day, for whatever reason, she didn't reblog it. and i went... hey, where's the funny bat? i want my funny bat!! and i went and rb'd it myself. then the second batless day came. and the third. (idk i assume she was busy that week) and every night I went I want my funny bat! and i realized. maybe if i love Good FREAKEN evening people! so much, maybe i gotta commit to the bit and share it like every freaken evening y'know? but by that point i had multiple people telling me how much they also love Good FREAKEN evening people! and i always find myself wondering like Wow Okay Maybe I'm Beating A Dead Horse Here but every time everyone's like "NO WE LOVE Good FREAKEN evening people! WE LOVE HIM SO MUCH" so like that's how i learned to stop worrying and love the bat

but also mobile has this super cool "post tomorrow" option that schedules a post 24 hours later. this makes it A THOUSAND TIMES EASIER because i usually open tumblr at some point between 4-7pm, and I'll just go and schedule the posts for the next day with that option. I don't know if i could have actually committed to the bit if it wasn't for that post tomorrow thing lol

[frostybearpaws]

batless mccrashguire: maybe we can compromise with finding a B-plus, AB is not as common as—*picky mcfangsface’s eyes light up*

the other vampires (tm): *starts carving stakes*

Blood+ is better than Blood-C, I’ll die on this hill

[nadja-my-darling]

In an hour or two there should be a new episode. Except it is over. And I am listless, aimless, batless—

[ikabolt]

Is it Batfury? Batless? or Vengeance?

[portectorisms-a]

     | @devoutscreams continued from here.

Hazelnut gaze watches the book rise from his fingers as if someone had just simply whisked it away with their own hands, rising high above his head, gaze never leaving it's solid form before it lands, open in the palm of them an before him. He'll admit, it was rather impressive considering he'd never seen such a trick in his entire life. No one harbored such skills upon the Ark and if they did, they surely kept it to themselves, which would have been silly, as that would have been a thing to let one of the so called criminals get away with the crimes they had been caught committing. Still, he let's a sigh leave instead of a laugh and he lets his gaze shift from the book, making note to return for it at al a later time, back to the man who now stood batless in front of him. The subject before was doctors. Hot ones at that and he thinks back to Abby and how she was so willing to risk the lives of so many others just for her daughter. For Kane. The taste became sour in his mouth at the thought. She had changed after the six years she had spent in the bunker with his sister, left eating the cubes of her friends and patients, along with those of the grounders that failed in the pit in Octavia's eyes. He felt a shiver of regret at the thought and a part of him wondered, would Abby have been on the side of those murdering others or would she have chosen the one he had? The side to fight to survive like he had done every single day since his birth? Would she have laid down her license like she seemed to have done ages ago on the Ark or would she have upheld the values of the promise she had made? "Depends on what's causing that thrilling tremor to pass through my body, *Doc*." Bellamy replies easily, fear still kept the hairs on the back of his neck rose but he's danced with the devil long enough to know how to play a game like this. A killer? He had looked one in the eyes plenty of times but Ji-Woon was different than the others. Like Frank. There had been humanity left inside of him. "Why don't figure out what's causing those tremors first then you can touch my body to find out my vitals." Lips curl at the corners, a smirk dancing upward there.

"Never." Bellamy replies seriously just then. Something in his gaze shifts from the flirtatious tone of the previous subject to something more...serious. Darker, but it's only there for a flash of a moment, nothing visible for someone who wasn't watching just his gaze and only his gaze. After all, Bellamy had mastered the art of not showing a certain side of him. He couldn't, for Octavia's sake growing up, he couldn't let others know he had a secret sibling hiding under the floorboard of his flat or in a closet near the kitchen part of their living space. He draws a breath at Ji-Woon's touch, letting it shutter a little half way though. A notion that allows the other to know he's interested in where this would be going to night. Always keep your options open, after all. Bellamy let's a small smirk dance over worn features just then. Frank was interesting to spend time with. Someone he could shoot the shit with, as he had once heard Joey say in passing, but Ji-Woon? Admittedly, Bellamy had never met someone quite like the eccentric man walking, no, stalking around him like he was. No one had ever done this dance before. A strange tango Bellamy was stuck racking his memories to know if he had seen it before or talked of such notions. The Grounders had different methods of warfare than what he had read about in books, but they still fell under a similar category, as did those in the Mountain and those on Sanctum, but this? He was left in awe. Left in wonder. "If you sing for me, then I'll do something in return for you. Consider it an exchange of gifts." Bellamy offers easily, keeping his spine straight and his gaze always shifting with the other as he moves to sit on the desk, eyebrow raising as legs spread slightly and the finger is rested to Bellamy's chin, causing him to raise it without realization. "It's genuine. No one on the Ark had the trade of a musician unless it was to play the instruments and even then, only the privileged..." A pause, the last word leaving his lips with a tone of venom caked to it's edges. "Got to watch those concerts. I used to steal recordings to play for my sister and before that, my mother used to hum a song for me."