#Bruce thought he was taking in one kid. He was... But he was not

[dcxdpdabbles]

Clark: Mr. Wayne, can I ask some questions for the Daily Planet? Bruce: Certainly, especially for a reporter as handsome as you, Mr.-? Clark: Clark Kent. Bruce: A name as lovely as the man. Fitting. What questions do you have? Clark: There have been hundreds, if not thousands, of paranormal incidents reported within the Gotham Clock Tower, built and owned by your family. Do you believe these rumors have any weight? Bruce: You mean the legend of the Ghost Boy? Well, it's an interesting story, but in all the years I've been inside the clock tower, I've never seen the famous Phantom. Of course, I also haven't been inside it often, as my Grandfather closed it to the public due to safety concerns, and that included my family. Clark: Then you think that nothing is inside the tower? Bruce: I think the paranormal is real, especially with aliens like Superman being real, but I genuinely believe the Gotham Clock Tower ghost is just an old wives' tale. Clark: Hmm. Including the Lure? Bruce: Yes, including the Lure. As any Gothamite can tell you, the legend states Phantom's singing lures children into the Tower to never be seen again. Children are cautioned not to walk near the Tower after sunset or fall victim to the Lure, but I visited the Tower multiple times as a child, and many other children did too. It's often a dare Gothamites do as teenagers, practically a rite of passage. Clark: Quite a dare. Bruce smiling: It keeps things lively. You know how kids are. They claim they aren't scared, but everyone who does the dare is shaking in their boots. Clark: On the topic of those dares: What are your thoughts on recent rumors claiming that the string of missing teenagers are victims of Phantom? Bruce: I know Batman has made a statement, indirectly, since Commissioner Gordon was the one at the press conference - that he believes Phantom is behind this, but there is just no proof. Personally, I would rather a real detective investigate the missing cases than a man who hides behind masks. Even if Superman agrees with Batman. Clark: You don't seem to be much of a Batman fan. Bruce laughing: You seem to be one. I can tell I upset you with my opinion of him, but really, I think Batman is worthless and necessarily violent. He only punches at the problems but doesn't seem to fight for a better life quality in Gotham, and that's where crime really comes from. Clark is annoyed: Batman risks his life for this city. Bruce: You risk your life walking through the city. But I digress, if people want to believe Batman's warning of Phantom waking to kidnap teenagers, well, that's their opinion. Clark: Thank you for your time, Mr. Wyane. I'm sure many Gothamites will agree with a man as knowledgeable as you. Bruce: Thank you! And hey, if you're inclined in the same gender, I'm free this- Clark: Good day, Mr. Wayne. Tim watching Clark leave: What was the point of that? Bruce: Kent has a sway over the public; if he writes to take the warning seriously, then the people will listen. How was the stakeout? Tim: Oh, there is definitely something in the Tower. Its glowing green eyes locked with mine six different times, no matter how much I moved on the roofs. I was far away enough that Lure couldn't reach me, but I did hear a faint singing in the wind. Phantom is back. Bruce: Then tonight, we contact Zatana and John. That thing is going to give the kids back.

[sangunary]

Yandere BatFam x other dimension Reader.

SYPNOSIS: In another world they did love you.

IMP: Reader did get neglected in her dimension.

You've never been a figure or anything important, not something worth the light. Even in picture everybody looked so good and you're just there, even just from a glance it's hard to notice you.

You've tried to shine to take that light everybody else have in their grip but the light was purposefully avoiding you.

No amount of grade, beauty or perfection would make you their baby. Someone they cared for.

You weren't some star like them just the black sheep, everybody else have a life they can call theirs but your life was already written out for you, every possible things already carved out by everyone else but yourself.

Unlike Dick you weren't charming or good looking everything about him was amazing and admirable... The first Robin and the first to become their own person. Not even Bruce get to curve his story...

He treat his siblings equally, that was what he preached... It was true. You weren't a family to him, you didn't matter enough to be apart of his family.

Even when Jason decided to started killing you stayed by his side, brought him food and even tried to build an actual relationship but it was no use.

Everybody called you desperate for crawling to him when he needed somebody and the moment he healed(kind of) he throw you away. Ignoring how you were the only one who stood up for him, took all the insult and humiliation for his sake yet he took you for granted.

You took the word, hit and almost got disowned, for somebody who doesn't even care. You almost died for somebody you thought was your brother yet he didn't do shit when the family almost disowned you for staying by his side... Didn't offer home or solace. Just ignored your suffering for his sake.

Tim was smart everything you adore in a brother, stayed by his side spent sleepless nights just to watch over him when he was in the hospital, trying your best to support your brother who you fear might die.

Yes, everyone didn't get enough sleep but you didn't even sleep stayed by his side to make sure no harm could happened to him. Took your time to read book's knowing he can't even hear you, doing everything.

Yet when he opened his eyes he hugged the family and not you, even have the audacity to ask you to go out while they had some 'family' catch up...

Damian was one hell of a monster, yet you never gave up on him. He was just a kid and you wanted to be the admirable older siblings you never had.

It wasn't easy it never was, the constant lie about you to everyone and yes nobody in this world pity you enough to hear your side... Yout life was already hell and it wad just unfair how everybody else got what they wished for and you never get anything... Not even a family.

To the eyes of the media you were the black sheep often left out even in family portraits or any major Wayne gala, just some avarage citizen that was living the life...

Bruce couldn't remember your name's at times blaming it on old age, Alfred only saw you as an extra mouth nothing more nothing less.

Even when The joker kidnapped you and made Bruce choose between you and Catwoman he almost hesitate, you were never the first or second, you weren't an option to everybody... Just some extras living with them to make them look better.

Being you was painful itself, when your family who were supposed to be the hero rejected your presence.

So, when you accidentally step into another dimension you became attached.

Your false family loved you to no ends, you were dead in that universe... Dying a gruesome death.

Yet when they saw you alive even tho you weren't their family they cherished you and most importantly treat you like a family.

There was no more I no more threats just a loving family.

Who will do whatever to make you stay.

"I like this" You told them, you couldn't help but smile.

You've never played games with your actual family before, to them you were an actual bot with nothing interesting.

"Oh, you won't like it for long... I'll beat you"

Tim said as he aggressively nudge at you to make you lose control.

"Hey! That's cheating, someone take him out!"

Barbara stood up for you.

"Everything is fair in games... As long as you're the winner"

Damian speak up as he instinctively grab Tim hoodie and cover his eyes with it. To let you win.

"That's cheating! I should have won"

"Everything is fair in games... Just gotta have the right support"

You couldn't help it, everybody were together. You were finally in the picture, you didn't have to fit in they just have to accept you and they absolutely did.

You couldn't help but tear up, your heart aching slightly.

"Little wing are you okay? Should w-"

Dick spoke before he was cut off by Damian.

"Let's beat up Tim, he made them cry"

"Huh?! Im the one that lost... Your violence towards me make them scared!"

Before anyone else could argue on who made you cry Jason who was just there because of you spoke up.

"Don't be so obnoxious and loud... They're obviously emotional for a good reason. Bunch of wannabe adult in this room"

With that said he would gave you this handkerchief which was very unusual of him.

Taking a seat next to you on the ground as he pick up the extra controller, not even weirded out by your suddenly burst of tears just pure understanding.

Your Jason was the one who kick you aside the moment he felt healed but this one... He was trying his best to comfort you, he didn't like to be so upfront yet he was doing this to save you from embarassment and a little comfort.

Looking at the Handkerchief you couldn't help but smile, the same one you gave to your Jason when he came back but the one you made was burned into crispy by the very person you made for. He took it and throw it inside the crumbling building that was ignited into flames by him.

Called it a waste of fabric and time, not worth his precious time or life even tho you spend weeks stitching everything by hand... You just wanted to encourage him to be better you didn't knew he would take offence to your kindness.

There was some holes on the handkerchief yet it was extremely clean and ironed... He seems to cherish it alot.

"Took it everywhere and I ruined it, it was my lucky charm but you're here now so you'll be a good replacement"

"I don't think being compared to a literal fabric is fulfilling"

Duke commented.

"It's not just a fabric it's made by our beloved sibling here, shame on you Duke, shame on you"

Stephanie tease him with a fake offended look.

"They only made it for Jaybird... Im abit upse- Very upset"

Dick decided to bring another reason to start a full on war again.

"Hey! I want one but with our special logo!"

"This is childish, but I need one for a good purpose"

"Im the oldest so I should be first"

"Want one"

"Enough!"

Bruce spoke up, seems like all the arguing had finally went into his brain.

"As your Father... I am first priority"

"Master Bruce, as your somewhat father I must be the first I insist"

This was what family should be, united and happy. One that are willing to be by yourside even at your worst, willing to take the hit with you and just be ourselves to eachother without shame.

While you were finally getting the life you deserved your actual family were crumbling. Trying to find you, turning every nook and crook up side down.

Gotham was turning into literal hell, they were acting like dog hound pounding onto anyone who they assume have information on your whereabouts.

It seems like they have finally realised your worth. But you've already replaced them.

You were slowly healing but too bad they won't tolerate being replaced.

Watch me flop.

[womanofwords]

Frozen Heart (Part 10)

TW: acts of school bullying.

Tim and Barbara were hacking the website of Gotham Prep for any information. You'd told the police that you didn't remember anyone who'd assaulted you, but they could find disciplinary reports of anybody who'd been reported for bullying you and sort through names from there.

It was too many names.

"How many times did this happen to them?" Tim wondered. "It was like everyone in Gotham Prep hated Y/N. It's easier to list the names of kids that left them alone."

"Some of these kids seem to operate in groups," Barbara said. "The same names appear next to each other in reports. They were gang bullying Y/N pretty much every single day. And they got next to no punishment for it."

"Wait. There's a mention of cyberbullying here," Tim said. "And a YouTube channel. Reckon you could find that, Babs?"

"In a hot minute," Barbara said, cracking her knuckles.

*_*_*_*_*_

Barb was right; she could find the YouTube channel in a hot minute. The content was sickening.

And it was mostly of you.

Videos of you having garbage and food thrown at you, videos of them burning your stuff, videos of you having signs stuck to your back. There were other kids in the videos, but you were clearly the unwilling and unwitting star.

"They were a target for ages," Barb said. "A very, very popular target."

"We have to tell Bruce," Tim said. "He should know."

"You do that. I'll try and make a breakthrough with Y/N," Barbara said.

Tim let out a low whistle. "You sure you want to do that? Dick just left their room, and he doesn't look too good."

"First, I'm not Dick. Second, I have useful knowledge to impart onto them," Barbara said. "I'm sure Y/N would like help living with a wheelchair."

"Don't come crying to me when you get burned," Tim said.

Barbara scoffed as she approached the den of the hissing cat known as you. She got there just as you were leaving. "Y/N, just the person I wanted to see!" she said. "You look like you're struggling with those new wheels. Would you like your big sister to help you out?"

You turned to Barbara with lidded, jaded eyes. "No thank you. I can do it."

Barbara rushed to get your attention back. "But you have so much to learn! As your big sister and a wheelchair user, I can help you. I know all the tips and tricks. Just look at these wheels and feel them."

"I'm not allowed to do that. It's rude to touch someone's wheelchair."

Barbara recoiled. Those were her words. She'd yelled them at you when you tried to take her to your room by pushing her wheelchair. You'd ran away crying after she'd yelled at you. At the time, she'd just thought you were a brat.

But now she wanted you to ask her about everything. She wanted your childlike wonder, to be the one that you went to when you had questions.

"There, there, little one," Barbara sighed, seeing you slowly and jerkily wheel yourself away from her. "You're going to love me soon."

"So, did Y/N burn you, Babs?" Tim asked.

Barbara shook her head. "No. I got iced out."

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[thewritingfairy]

When I think of nobody's child I feel that one of the most depressing and scary things is that the reader can't learn self defense/will have the hardest time learning it because of how their medical condition is, especially how it's got after Jason's beating.

I was thinking of an idea you can make into an UA where the reader's mother was secretly an ex assassin or a spy or something like that who was so good at what she was doing to the point that even Bruce didn't suspect a thing when he met her. He thought that she was a completely Normal person.

Maybe she left the field when she got pregnant, or maybe because of her medical condition.

The mom believes that the best way to protect someone is to teach them how to protect themselves. so she ends up teaching the reader how to fight, how to read people and how to know if someone is a danger.

I remember reading from a book named Spy secrets that can save your life. It's talked about trusting your sense of danger and knowing how to read people and situations.

It said that one of the best ways to not get in danger is to avoid it in a safe way. Know when to be nice and when to show how much you don't trust.

I wonder how much may change with this. Imagine the reader not telling the fam about how strong they are but the one who started to really see that they are strong are Damian and Cassandra.

Damian attacked them with a katana and in the kitchen and they blocked him and fight him of using a pan. (I took this one from Rapunzel 😅) Like imagine Cass walking in on the 'Normal' kid fighting the son of assassins. 🗡️vs🍳

Also imagine when Damian attacked Tim the reader defended him (using the pan again?).

I believe in this UA they will tell the reader about their nightly activities. Maybe the reader didn't want to join because they know their medical condition and how the vigilant life can negatively affect it.

I don't know how Jason attacking them will go. But if they are strong enough to fight off Damian they will be strong enough to fight him off (?).

Anyway, I love how you portraited Jason. Even if he is a bigger asshole in this fic (I love Jason) he's still believable in a way. I can imagine a universe that has a Jason who is like that. I mean there's a universe where Bruce sacrifices Damian to a Demon to protect Gotham.

Love your work. Please take care.

-😶‍🌫️

Story mentioned: Nobody's child

First off, I absolutely understand why you feel that Reader's inability to defend themselves is one of the most scary and depressing thing. But what I believe is the scariest part about this is, they used to be able too. Reader always had moments of great health. Before Jason's attack Reader was already losing strength, but they didn't know why, after Jason's attack their illness just flared up.

They were able to defend Tim because their mom made sure to keep their health up when their first health flare disappeared. Reader's mama was basically obsessed with preventing another flare up, but did that obsessing in a productive and non-toxic way.

But your au idea is a good one, and Jason's attack would still make sense as well as the other details (to an extent). Health can come in waves, some weeks I do have the strength to carry 4 kilos with both arms. Some days I cannot carry 1 kilo with my bad arm. And I used to be able to lift up to 10 and 20 kilos (something I was really proud of and my doctor too, this was with the help of my bad arm/shoulder. I am advised to not pick up more then 2 to 3 kilos alone with my shoulder as it could stress my birth condition severely if I lift the object wrong).

Reader's health also comes in waves, and their waves are more problematic then mine because due to their drive to get out of the Wayne manor they forget to take care of themselves. And they have no one to help them, sometimes a wave is just too harsh and you cannot get out of it yourself, so their health tends to get worse and worse until their friends (and Duke) can help them or motivate them to try and get their health back.

But I like the pan idea, tangled is my favourite practice new languages movie bcs the humour of the pan hitting Flinn or another character translates in every language.

[ichorai]

chiropterology — knight in shining kevlar.

drabble synopsis ; batman forgets to turn off his comms. warnings ; sexually suggestive.

series masterlist.

Gotham was a murky city. Polluted smog crept through the alleys, too thick to be water vapor, but too thin to be dangerous to inhale. Just terrible enough to survive. The streets were fissured, walls graffitied, and lights constantly flickering. 

Your shoes echoed pattering noises as you hurried down the puddle-strewn sidewalks. Being out this late was something you often tried to avoid, as it was practically begging for someone to come and mug, kidnap, or shiv you in the guts. You’d lost track of time while helping Tim “gather intel” on a few criminals, which was really just stalking, but you were nothing if not supportive of your son.

As you turned into a rather dark and dreary, but empty pathway between two run-down buildings, having taken this path a million times through the city to get to the manor, you suddenly heard a familiar whoosh-and-thud noise behind you.

A grin twisted the corners of your lips.

“You shouldn’t be here,” said Batman, his cape and mask casting an intimidating shadow onto the side of the building, voice deep and gravelly. You understood why so many civilians were terrified of him; if you hadn’t known that was your husband under that cowl, you would be, too.

“I’m getting deja vu,” you hummed, drawing closer with a smile and raising a finger to slot beneath his stubbled chin. “Except—last time you landed on top of me instead of behind me. I'm glad you've improved your aim.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” he susurrated, making a pleasant tremor dance along your spine, like a spider skittering up a wall. Bruce began to step forward, crowding you behind a rusty metal fire escape. “You’d like it if I landed on top of you again.��

“Mmh, Batman,” you protested, a laugh edging into your tone. “I’m a married woman.”

The uncovered half of Bruce’s face twitched with amusement. He watched the way your chest rose and fell, your pupils dilating with want, kindling excitement behind his ribs.

“Are you going to hurt me?” you whispered, breathless, tugging on his chest plates with two fingers, pulling him even closer.

“Not if you play nice. Unless you want me to…” growled Bruce, the tip of his nose brushing your cheek, lips only a hair’s breadth from yours—

“DEAR GOD, MAKE IT STOP!” a tinny voice screamed so loud that you could hear it clear as day from Bruce’s mask. Both you and Bruce violently flinched at the interruption. 

“Is that—Spoiler?” you whispered, eyes cartoonishly owlish.

Bruce looked genuinely shaken as another voice awkwardly said, “Hey, Bats. Oracle here. You kinda… left your comm lines open.”

There was a long pause, Bruce quietly asking, “How many of them heard that?”

“Uhm… all of them?” came Oracle’s apologetic response.

“I need bleach!” shrieked Stephanie. “For my ears!”

“Please, someone call Black Canary so she can blow my eardrums,” Tim lamented. 

“Someone kill me again,” Jason groveled. 

“I do not understand,” Damian’s voice added on to the chaos. “Why would she think Batman would hurt her?”

This ensued another round of terrified howling. Bruce drooped at the sound of his kids screaming in his ear. He leaned against you as you started giggling, shoulders shaking with the effort of muffling your snorts. 

“Cutting your comm line,” Barbara said, though not without a laugh in her own voice.

“So—we can never go home now,” you said, looking none too troubled by the thought. “This is a great time to tell you that I’ve been working on one of those miniature boats, you know the useless ones that are always trapped in the glass display bottles, and I was thinking I’d take my shrink ray and reverse-engineer it to make things bigger and—”

Bats sank further into your touch, effectively shutting you up. You ignored his sharp armor poking at your stomach. “The kids are never going to let us live this down.”

“Honey,” you chortled, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to face you. “Forget the kids—I’m never going to let you live this down.”

This only made Bruce curl into you further with embarrassment. You began to laugh so hard that tears sprung into your eyes. “This isn’t funny. I’m going to have to go into hiding.” Well, it was clear where Dick got his dramatic side from. 

As you recovered from your fit of giggles, you wiped a stray tear away, still chuckling to yourself. “Chin up, Batsy! On the bright side, at least this’ll spook them into giving us more time alone.” 

Bruce merely grunted at that, still looking unhappy, reminding you of a drenched cat that had been forced to have a bath. “Hn. I guess so.”

You leaned forward to press a kiss against his exposed jaw. “Now stop sulking and take me home. My knight in… shining kevlar.”

“Hn.” One of Bruce’s arms wound around your waist as he produced a grappling hook from his utility belt. “Hold on tight.”

[punkeropercyjackson]

What's your take on Reverse Robins/Batkids AU'? I'm personally not into it but if you made your own version, how would it go?

Hmmm i'm not into them either but i do have some thoughts

Red Hood Tim is only done by people with white male power fantasies.Red Hood Stephanie is mid too and gives white woman fragility.Red Hood Duke is the only good one tbh-Imo,it's a mantle that only works for black characters and that's what partially fuels afrolatino Jason.Stephanie is clearly black but y'all are too attached to your vision of mean white nerd girls as thee femininity to see her black alt baddie swag

Stephanie as the first Robin is the most fitting take on it.She's the sunniest Robin in terms of personality and that's the driving force behind Dick since his creation

Cass honestly i think can't be changed from a Batgirl without loosing the spirit of her character.Her creation was brought by wanting to give us a defiement of the stereotype east asian women only exist under white men's favourings so her first mantle being a fem exclusive one is neccessary.That said,her endgame mantle should always be Batman and none of the Batboys should get it and frankly,neither should Stephanie

Not what you asked but fuck Carrie Kelley.I hate that personalityless white girl for getting filed in under Robin instead of Duke who's infinitely more Robin-coded than she ever was or will be and i hate the fandom for embracing her instead of him in their white pop feminism bullshit

Speaking of,i believe my Duke rewrite/fixit technically falls under Reverse Robins except it's just him and Damian.I assumed that was the canon order originally and was appalled to learn about the Duke erasure and the fact it took DC THAT long to give us a black Robin AND only to not even keep him around so out of black nerd spite,i made him the 5th Robin and The Outlaws' Robin in the No52 aka my name for my DC canon.He's basically everyone on the team's kid brother and there's even an arc called 'Outlawed Robin' where the N25 tries to take place through universe glitching but The Outlaws pull together to keep Duke as their Robin and all of them together too.As for Damian,Bruce knew of his existense but never got to meet him for his own safety and it gave him great grief as it did Talia and Damian himself didn't feel too much on it thanks to his youth and thinking he was just a mystery.Him taking up the Robin mantle is still on arrogance except he didn't even know Batman was his dad yet so it's even funnier and Bftc dosen't happen and we get him regularly appearing on Red Robin 2009 and occasionally Rhato and The Unbreakables(Cass' team Stephanie is on too)

And for Tim.......I see him as native/cherokee so his adult mantle is Hawk.No feathers or any of that shit on him,he has a punk red and black costume with some visual influences of his tribe's traditional fashion and his Red Robin mullet era was him growing out his hair to connect to his roots and by now it's down to his waist

[gaywriterdude]

Time Travel AU Part 3

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Jason really hated cults, he thought as he downed his sixth coffee in as many hours, glaring blearily at the monitor as if it was the computer’s fault he hadn’t slept in three days. The case had been keeping him busy, busy enough to resort to asking for help. 

When Jason had finally given in and called Tim for assistance — because he still wasn’t ready to face Bruce and his Bruceness, Dick had things going on in his own city, and Cass and Steph had begged for the weekend off months in advance — Tim had declined because he was with his weird vaguely-polyamorous friend group in California investigating suspicious activity on the coast. Jason figured that it was a half-assed coverup for a beach trip where his brother got to see them in swimsuits. But hey, happy days were few and far between in their line of work, and Jason knew if he asked Tim would come back to Gotham in a moment to help out. If he was honest with himself, Jason knew that any one of his family members would drop everything to come to his aid if he let on how serious he suspected the case was. He wasn’t ready to face that information just yet, though, so he called up Constantine. 

He’d summed up the whole situation — kids snatched off the kids, Jason investigating and finding a series of recently-abandoned bases for a cult, finding the forgotten hastily-sketched runic circle (that did God-knows-what) on a used napkin, and an otherwise severe lack of information. Constantine had taken one look at the sketched circle, sweared ferociously, and told Jason he’d call him back. 

So Constantine was no help whatsoever, as usual, but later promised to talk to one of his contacts about it and send him Jason’s way. Jason sincerely doubted that that would happen, because he knew the type of people that were John Constantine’s contacts. Case in point, Jason was one of his contacts. 

Which led to now, with Jason approaching his third day awake and already pouring another cup of coffee. These cultists were dangerous — dangerous because they were stupid people, most likely amateurs who got brainwashed by the leader into thinking they were improving the world, but somehow two steps ahead of Jason at every turn. And they were taking children as hostages, which usually meant sacrificial bullshit. Children. Sacrifices. 

No one messed with children in Jason’s territory. No one. 

Just the thought of it made his vision bleed green around the edges, anger burning hot in his throat. He had been investigating this for almost two weeks, and the situation was only getting more dire. The cultists were moving bases more and more often, and if Jason didn’t save those kids soon they would be shipped out of Gotham and murdered. 

Jason ran a hand down his face with a sigh. 

Fuck. 

He’d wanted more information, but he was running out of time. He had a location, and a few hours of staking it out beforehand would have to be enough. These kids couldn’t wait. 

Half an hour later, he was crouched on a decrepit rooftop in full Red Hood gear. The warehouse across the street was the target, because it was always a fucking warehouse.

Jason watched as a van pulled up to the warehouse doors. The driver, a lanky man with a scruffy beard and a weakness in his left leg that he tried to hide, got out and went inside. Jason took the opportunity to grapple across the street and perch on a closer rooftop. Through one of the scare windows, he could see a group of 20 or so people moving around inside. A few of them stood toward the back in a circle, guarding what Jason realized, with dread pooling in his stomach, was a group of unconscious hostages. Children. Unconscious children. Jason had to fight to stay present and not let the green take over. God, how he wanted to slaughter every one of those bastards hurting kids in his turf. But he had to be smart about this. The kids would get hurt if he didn’t. 

Jason sat and observed the cultists for a while. He could tell that there were more cultists, probably a few different teams of them doing the same thing across the US. Most of the men were untrained, and talked about their leader as if he was God himself. Unfortunately, he wasn’t learning much more than what he’d already assumed. Child sacrifices, brainwashed cultists, an egotistical leader. They referred to the ritual as “The Summoning” in hushed whispers, talking of their leader’s soon gain in power eagerly. Either they were going to sacrifice the kids to this leader in order to summon him, or they were going to sacrifice kids to summon a different being and use that being to give their leader more power. Either way, kids would die. Kids would—

—a warehouse, forehand or backhand, laughter, fire, pain, green green green—

Jason shook himself out of the memory. Those kids wouldn’t be him. He had a distinct lack of back up, and Constantine’s guy had failed to contact him with any help as to what the ritual actually did, but it was fine. He had won with worse odds before. 

The warehouse door slid open with a shuddery groan. Jason looked down to see the cultists roughly dragging the kids to the van one by one. 

Fuck. He was out of time. 

He made sure that the kids were out of sight first. Then, Jason backed up, took a running head start, and jumped off the roof with his guns already aimed. He’d tried to hold off on killing to keep the timid peace, but he didn’t have time to waste on non-lethal methods. He shot two cultists on the way down, and a third once his feet hit the ground. A fourth man came running at him with a poorly held knife. Jason shot him in the kneecap and kept moving. He fought his way inside, knowing the kids were safe in the van behind him. The fifth, sixth, and seventh cultists collapsed in the doorway. The eighth and ninth tried firing at him, which earned them each a headshot. 

Jason lost count after that. 

He let the green bleed in, just a little, just enough to feed it and keep it satisfied. He fought like an angry beast, which he was. By the time all the cultists were dead the warehouse was a bloodbath.

Footsteps. Jason turned to see the same lanky driver from earlier run out the warehouse doors. Fuck. It was a distraction. Fuckfuckfuckfuck—

Jason sprinted after him, but he was at the back of the large warehouse and despite how fast he was, he wasn't the Flash. In the few seconds it took to round the corner to where the van was, the door was slamming and the man was driving away with all the kids in the back. 

Jason sprinted across the street to where his bike was parked in an alley, barely on it before he was ripping away after the van. It was trying to lose him with sharp turns and shortcuts, but Jason had been raised on these streets. He knew every shortcut. He followed the van viciously, pushing the bike to its limits of speed. 

It was leaving Gotham, Jasonr realized as the van led him on a twisted chase across Gotham toward the bridge. 

Fuck. If he didn’t catch them in Gotham, the cult was basically lost to thin air. Fuckfuckfuck—

Jason needed backup. 

He needed Bruce. 

He hadn’t talked to Bruce since he’d gotten back to Gotham from his escapades with the outlaws, save or a few stilted acknowledgements when they crossed paths on rooftops. It wasn’t as hostile as it had been when Jason’s every day was full of green, but they didn’t talk. Surprisingly, Jason talked with everyone else. Reluctantly, but Dick had heard his baby brother was alive and wouldn’t let anything stop him from hugging him. Alfred ended up joining Jason for tea every Sunday, because “I will not let him keep me from my grandson any longer,” which did not make Jason tear up. Then Tim had wormed his way in, somehow. 

Tim was different. Jason, in a rage-filled green haze, had planned to clip the baby bird’s wings to teach Bruce a lesson. He’d been snapped out of it by the thought that Joker had clipped Jason’s wings, bragged about it in those exact words, and the Red Hood refused to be a child’s Joker. He hadn’t gone through with it, in fact his repulsion at the idea of him hurting a kid the same way he himself had been hurt had shocked the green back long enough for him to learn to get a hold on it. But the guilt stayed. And he’d antagonized Tim, admittedly, to try and ignore that guilt. But Tim was nothing if not determined, only proven by the fact that he’d blackmailed Batman into becoming Robin and it worked, so eventually after weeks of Tim somehow showing up wherever Jason was — be it his numerous safehouses or on the way to the grocery store — Jason had relented. He had a little brother now. 

The girls showed up in his apartment one day with Tim and didn’t leave. Cass, who he learned had been adopted sometime during Jason’s training with the League, and Steph, who’s whole shtick was showing up and not leaving, as it turned out. They grew on him. 

Point is, he somehow ended up with a myriad of siblings that regularly invaded his safehouses. But he hadn’t talked to Bruce, or gone back to the manor. He wasn’t ready. 

But everyone else was unavailable, and there were more cultists than his limited information told him about. Jason would throw away his pride if it meant the kids lived. 

He called Bruce. 

He didn’t have Batfamily comms to call Bruce. His siblings just hacked Jason’s own comms when they needed to talk. He only had his phone. 

Jason, like an idiot — a desperate, stupid idiot — called Bruce on his personal line that he’d memorized at the ripe age of 11 when he’d been adopted. The private one that only his family knew. 

“Hnn,” Bruce grunted when the call went through. 

“Bruce,” Jason said with embarrassing desperation in his voice. The silence was charged for a moment. “Bruce, I need help. Cultists, child sacrifices, I tracked them down but the guys in the warehouse were just a distraction so that the driver could get away with the kids, and I’m trailing them but I’m only one person, and they’re about to leave Gotham and then the kids will be lost and– I need help,” Jason rambled, barely recognizing what he was saying. 

“Location,” was all Bruce said. Jason sighed in relief. 

“Headed to the bridge near Burnsville, they’re probably gonna try and cut across to that small airport outside of town. Windowless white van; driver is a medium height skinny white male with brown hair and a brown scruffy beard, wearing all black and a green beanie. Approximately 15 unconscious children in the back ages 4 to 11,” Jason reported. 

“Bridge. If not, airport. Keep me on the line,” Bruce said gruffly. In the background, Jason heard the batmobile starting up. It was still early evening, Bruce usually started patrol later. Was he already in the suit or had he put in on the moment Jason asked for help? Jason didn’t dwell on it. 

“Fuck, they got a headstart — shit — they’re almost at the bridge—” Jason mumbled under his breath, not caring that Bruce was listening. 

“10 minutes,” Bruce grunted. 

“I don’t have 10 minutes, B” Jason snapped. The nickname slipped out on reflex, like Jason was a disobedient teenager again. Goddammit, this was why he didn’t talk to Bruce. 

He was racing across the bridge, weaving expertly between cars with the van in his focus ahead. The van turned off at the end of the bridge with a squeal of tires and onto the diagonal road that cut across all of Burnsville. 

“Shit, van just turned onto 5th St. Fuck, B, hurry up.” 

“I’m coming, Jay,” Bruce said from the other end of the phone, voice slightly haggard Jason ignored the slip, just as Bruce had ignored his own. 

“Police?” he barked. 

“Meeting us there. Ambulance too.” 

“Good,” Jason huffed. His fingers tightened around the handles of his bike as he sped down 5th after the van. “Fuck, I’m coming, kids, hold on…” Jason muttered. 

A car honked as Jason swerved around it at a red light. He didn’t have time for stoplights. The van was already too far ahead of him and Bruce was too far behind. 

Another minute passed in tense silence. The van had made it to where 5th street turned into a highway out of town. 

“5 minutes,” Bruce grunted. The batmobile roared in the background. Jason’s motorcycle roared in response as he sped up. 

He was almost to the airport. He was almost to the kids. They would be fine. They had to be. 

Jason saw the airport in the distance, a small plane and five other white vans waiting. Fuckfuckfuck—

“Ambush,” Jason managed to grunt out before he was leaping off his bike, guns out and firing in an instant. Bruce might’ve said something in response, but Jason didn’t hear it. 

The cultists were smarter than Jason’s tired brain gave them credit for. They’d planned for decoys to distract Red Hood and his notorious anger, had an escape plan and multiple teams outside of Gotham, as well as more waiting at the airport to load up the kids. And to Ambush Jason, but they probably didn’t plan on him not being lost with all the twists and turns through Gotham. 

The fight was brutal and quick. Jason was on them before the door to the kid’s van could be opened, guns ablazing. Roughly 30 people in all black with a red insignia on the chest, rushing at Jason. Jason rushed back, pushing the cultists away from the vans and away from the kids. Not all were armed, and even fewer had actual guns, but Jason had just fought 20 of them and he’d been awake for 3 days. Luck was not on his side. 

He distracted the cultists, yelling sarcastic remarks to get them angry and careless, while the batmobile screeched to a stop. 

“Fifth van! Kids!” Jason yelled over the chaos. He barely saw Batman’s nod before he was gone. 

10 cultists were down. Police sirens wailed in the distance. One man got a lucky shot in and hit Jason in the shoulder. Jason shot him in the head for that. 

Sirens closer, roaring in his ears. Or maybe that was his heartbeat. Jason only had to hold out for a few more minutes. 

Batman joined the fray, fighting off anyone who tried to get close to the van. More cultists dropped. 

The plane whirred to life in the background. 

Three cultists surrendered upon seeing Batman gunning for them. The other two got quick shots to the head. Jason would probably be lectured about that later. 

A slew of cop cars and ambulances ripped into the parking lot. They made quick work of arresting the cultists that were alive, while the EMTs rushed over to the van where the children were being kept. 

Jason swayed on his feet. 

Batman turned to him, but one police officer called him over for clarification. Everyone was distracted, no one noticed the woman who’d hidden behind the van and snuck behind Jason with a needle and a knife. 

“Guess you’ll have to do,” she hissed as the world went fuzzy. 

By the time Batman looked back, Jason was being dragged onto the plane that was seconds from taking off.  

Jason blinked, saw Batman’s concerned face running toward him from across the airstrip, and then the world went black. 

￣￣￣￣

Jason woke up laying on his back, arms and feet tied together. He stayed perfectly still, glad he still had his helmet on so he could open his eyes and check his surroundings. He was in the center of a large runic circle. Shapeless figures in all black robes, that same red insignia on the chest, were wandering around the large dark room. Somehow, even after all the cultists he’d taken down, the room was full of more. In the center of the circle with Jason was a large, glowing green hourglass the size of a person. 

Through an open door on the back wall, Jason could see more chained kids. Probably backups from whatever cities the abundance of cultists came from. Jason’s heartbeat raged in his ears. He only hoped that Batman was tracking him and would get there before the cultists could try and use the kids in a second ritual. Knowing Bruce, he’d probably been tracking him since the first moment he’d stepped foot back in Gotham months ago. At least it would be worth it. 

Jason took a deep breath, trying to shake off the effects of the sedative. It was strong — and, God, did Jason hate being drugged — but he was a large man so it was already wearing off. His head spun, eyes slightly blurry, but nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. He could feel the blood dripping from his shoulder wound and onto the carved runes below him. 

Fuck, they were probably using his blood to power this shit. They had tied his lifeforce to the circle, even if he escaped he’d probably still die. 

Fuck. 

The cultists began to form a series of rings around Jason. The innermost ring all cut their palms and dripped their blood directly onto the carved runes. A drop of blood hit Jason’s face. 

The shapeless figures started chanting in a language Jason didn’t recognize. Below him, the blood moved unnaturally to coat all of the runes. He was getting more and more lightheaded. The sand in the glowing hourglass dripped down rapidly. The chanting continued to the beat of the pounding in Jason’s head. The circle was almost fully covered in blood now. 

The thing about realizing that he was about to die after forcibly clawing his way back to life through pure rage and spite, is that Jason really didn’t want to. He’d finally found equilibrium, he had siblings, and Alfred, and the Outlaws, and his trusted men in his gang. He even had Bruce, kind of. He wanted his dad, though, deep in his subconscious, and now he would never have that. At least it was him and not the kids. 

A window shattered as Bruce burst into the room. The outer rings of cultists shouted in shock as Bruce plowed right through them. 

Jason felt the smallest flicker of hope. 

The inner ring continued chanting, louder and louder. The circle was full of blood and starting to glow softly. The hourglass was nearly empty. 

Bruce knocked out more shapeless blobs on his quest to Jason. 

The volume rose. The glow got brighter. 

Bruce started running. 

Jason felt it, the moment the runes had locked onto his lifeforce. Seconds before the ritual would finish. He locked eyes with Bruce, and time slowed. 

“Dad!” Jason screamed. The hourglass broke, and the world was replaced by blinding red light and pain. 

[sesshoraku]

This is my first official post. I’ve been a lurker for too long!

BatFam Headcanon:

I keep thinking about a baby Damian who’s like 4 or 5. That’s Bruce’s baby!

I think there should be a communal laundry basket that Alfred made for unclaimed clothes. (The kids, and I mean ALL, including Duke and Stephanie, steal each other’s clothes) Damian is such a fussy little guy about clothes textures. So, anything that is big and soft are his.

Jason is looking for his red hoodie that was mistakenly put in the communal bin. He finds Damian watching Bluey or Wild Krats with it on.

Jason: That’s my hoodie. Give it back.

Damian: It was in the communal bin. Therefore, it is mine.

Jason: It was mistakenly placed there. Now, give it back.

Damian: No! It’s mine. I followed the rules.

Jason: *annoyed* Give it! (He lunges for the 5 year old)

Damian: No! (He high tails it out of the room to Bruce’s office)

Damian: Baba! Todd is being unreasonable and abrasive!

Jason: That’s my hoodie and he knows it! It was put in the communal bin by mistake! Tell him to give it back!

Bruce: *Tired dad stare* okay, technically Damian is in the right.

Damian: Told you!

Jason: What!!

Bruce: *holds hand up* but, it was a mistake. Damian, I know you like the hoodie. How about I trade you? You can have my Gothams Knight hoodie as an equivalent. How does that sound?

Damian: but, that’s not apart of the communal bin. That’s your favorite one and no one else is allowed to take it.

Bruce: It’s okay Damian. I’m giving it to you. So, the rule doesn’t apply.

Damian: *After careful, intense thought* That is acceptable.

Damian flings the hoodie off and in Jason’s direction. He takes Bruce’s hoodie and it’s exceptionally soft from years of wear. And it smells like Bruce. And it swamps him. The sleeves are too long and the hoodie hits the floor over his little feet. It’s adorable! Damian is ecstatic! (Secretly, Damian has had his eye on that hoodie since forever)

Bruce just looks at him with the softest expression of adoration and love that he avoided a conflict and that Damian is happy.

Damian marches off to go back to watching his show and Jason stands there for a moment kinda lost.

Jason: I think I just lost the chance to be his favorite person.

Yes Jason, you did. Bruce holds the number 1 spot and no one can move it. Jason tried to give it back, but Damian is content with Bruce’s.

(Scattered Brain, but it’s a bit of an honor for Damian to commandeer your clothes from the communal bin)

[microwavesaferat]

So Bruce now has several adult children that could very easily take up the cowl (and already have in some cases) but he doesn't seem to be retiring any time soon. So let's say he gets injured in the field, like Bane back-breaking stuff, and he is forced to retire. He wants one of his kids to take up the mantle. Not necessarily pretending to be him, but as the new Batman (like Terry McGinnus in Batman Beyond).

Issue is he doesn't know who the cowl should go to, so he calls a meeting. Everyone is sitting at a long table in the manor when Bruce discusses his sudden, but overdue, retirement.

Bruce: So now we come to the splitting of assets.

He places the cowl on the table in front of him.

Bruce: Figure it out yourself.

He gets up and leaves.

Expecting a fight to break out, he waits to listen at the door in case things get out of hand, lord knows he doesn't want a physical brawl over the cowl. He doesn't expect what happens next.

*silence*

Stephanie: Not it!

Tim: No way!

Dick: Been there, done that.

Damian: No.

Cass: no.

Babs: Already got a job.

Duke: Uh, I think I'm busy that day.

The only person who hasn't said anything is Jason

Dick: Looks like it's you Jay.

Jason: Fuck no, I figured killing people made me exempt already.

Bruce happily sheds a tear, knowing his raised his kids so that none of them want to follow in his footsteps.

After an all nighter where the kids argue over who should take the role

(notable points include:

Tim: I thought you were the 'Blood Son's Dames, it's your 'birthright' and all.

Damian: I plan to donate blood tomorrow.

Jason: Dick, you're the oldest, you take it.

Dick: No! Have you seen how good my ass looks in my current suit? A cape is gonna ruin that silhouette!

Stephanie: Why don't you want it Tim, you're already CEO of WE, why not become full Bruce?

Tim: *shudders* Ra's already is obsessed with me, if I become Batman, he won't leave me the fuck alone.

Eventually they call Bruce back in, having come to a decision. Bruce walks in, not sure who has taken it, but his bets are on either Cass, Dick or Damian. He looks up at the table to see:

Sitting at the head of the table, with the cowl over their face...

Bruce: Um... Alfred?

Dick: Yeah! He has the most experience out of all of us!

Duke: This also means we can keep doing our own things as well.

Jason can't stop laughing at Bruce's face.

Bruce: You're really playing along with this Alfred?

Alfred: I am the night Master Bruce.

Bruce: Real fun-

Alfred: I think you'll find that I am vengeance sir.

Bruce: Okay, I ge-

Alfred: I, young Master, Am Batman.

Bruce phones Kate who laughs in his face.

[outtamynoggin]

Dick's commitment issues (?)

Jason: You have the worst commitment issues I’ve ever seen.

Dick: Excuse me?! I don’t have commitment issues... I commit to everything. Jobs? Had like six. Identities? I’m legally at least four different people. Trauma responses? Baby bro, I’ve been loyal to mine since I was eight.

Jason: …That is deeply unsettling.

Tim: *muttering* At this point even the Joker has a stabler identity.

[jewelsli]

Not that I don’t love when Bruce’s kids outperform him and give him heart attacks, but I think it’s funnier when the kids think they are better fighters/spies/infiltrators/etc. then him but he’s just so proud so he lets them think that they are.

I think that Babs would be a really good hacker, the best in the family, but Tim, who thinks that he is the next best(and is still scarily good) has no idea that Bruce only let him think that he broke his record of hacking into secret organizations.

Dick is amazing at acrobatics, and centers his fighting style around it much more. He even won gold in the Olympics for gymnastics! Bruce doesn’t want to tell him that he trained under several gymnasts, contortionists, even ballerinas!!! and has the acrobatic fighting style mastered, so he (within reason) let’s his kid win on most occasions, he doesn’t need to fake loosing on trapeze though(I am still giving the kids SOME things they are better at…)

Cass knows that nobody can lie to her, she can spot everyone’s tells and knows most people better then they know themselves. Bruce is, however, extremely paranoid and also has a kryptonian he works with regularly. He lies so well that he can convince himself he’s telling the truth(which is literally the point in case of advanced lie detectors), and so what if he lets some of his tells be more obvious around his baby, he’s so proud of her for picking up such small things! And while Bruce is AMAZING at reading people, he can’t beat Cass, it is however much closer matched then the others think.

Let’s be honest, Bruce is banned from the kitchen and isn’t good at cooking… or so everyone thinks. While he’s not as good as Alfred or even Jason he could whip up something Gordon Ramsey would be proud of if he actually tried to.

Damian in the best fighter with swords, this is undisputed. Bruce just hopes none of his kids find his crate of custom katanas in the attic, if they do then he’ll say they are for Damian.

Tim is an amazing investigator, so good in fact, that Bruce has trusted him on his hardest cases. Everyone assumes this is because Tim is a better detective then Bruce, but he just loves seeing how proud his kid gets when he gets a breakthrough.

Batman doesn’t kill, Red hood does, everyone in their right minds knows that’s a lie. Before Robin came along, leaders of drug operations or terrorists would disappear into the night, never to be seen again. The only people who don’t seem to know this are the Bats children themselves. Sometimes you can still hear a cut off scream in the dark before the news announces a missing person that everyone just knew was doing something horrible, criminals are more wary on nights that the Bats brood are in. And people running trafficking rings pray that it’s the Hood when a knock sounds, the bat doesn’t give those people the mercy of death.

All of the bat kids know more languages then Bruce, and they keep learning more to throw him off, for a family of detectives they really should have thought about the fact that Bruce traveled the entire world, he knows ancient languages and the words that world in other galaxies use, if he could speak Martian then he would have learned it by now, he still does know that part that he’s able to learn.

Idk I just need more of Bruce being skilled at SO many things while his kids are like “oh yeah Bruce? He’s good but I could defeat him easily” and Bruce just so proud of his babies when they do ANYTHING.

Bonus:

Tim made a plan to neutralize Superman at some point, it wasn’t as good as Bruce’s but he replaced it so fast. When he later uses it to take down mind controlled or something Supes Red Robin is watching.

Nobody notices that Batman whispers something to Superman before he goes deathly pale and acts like the plan is working so well he immediately gets defeated. As for what Batman said to him? It was basically ‘Clark(they aren’t supposed to know identities here btw) my kid made this plan and I swear to every mortal and immortal force that if you don’t take the fall right now you will regret it for the rest of your life” and Batman was usually scary but this was like, God will cower before him terrifying and it scared evil Superman so much he went along with it.

Res Robin was smiling so brightly that later Clark honestly couldn’t be mad at the Bat.

Edit: I forgot to add this but unbeknownst to EVERYONE (including Alfred somehow) Bruce can and will stay awake longer then Tim and his drinks are somehow worse in terms of caffeination. The difference is that on the fourteenth day with no sleep everyone thinks it’s only been three even though he is Vividly hallucinating. The ability to hide his lack of sleep for the first week and a half leads them to believe he’s actually the worst at staying up since on what they think is his fourth day of no sleep (it’s his seventeenth) he’s talking to an apparently very vivid hallucination of Alfred the Cat in a suit and a Tiger named Tawny(he had met the tiger earlier that week) and having a civilized conversation with them

[vigilantesyth]

Damian wayne head cannon, bro is either over dressed or underdressed but always in style. The Wayne's tend to just pick a stugle some times as Dick, Jason ans steph and known for being in tight/short/ skimpy fits with loads of accessories and Bruce, Tim, babs, cas and Duke tend to do a...lot because why show up if it's not to show up? They are beautiful humans and they show off. Damian is from a place where everyone dressed over accessorised.

You can not convince me that the RAs don't walk around with gold/silver/broz/metal and gems apart of every fit.and everyone dose it too just they the main blood line is extra about it something about the wight helps training and you can't go around looking homeless if your a ra. So dami comes with his own gems why thank you and gets more 'anonymously'. It's also a good way to get in his good graces or earn is help or silence(this is abused by the family on 'don't tell xxxx').

So some days you see Damian in this 50 layer kimono because he favourite anime character of the week died or in botty shorts and a crop top (Both with mannny accessories) because he just felt like it.

Mind you he is still wearing heavy jewellery so people do try to rob him. But he is Damain, his rep is of a wild but beautiful dog. He dose bite he also has security detail thanks to his mother and grandfather that only do nothing if they themselves send assassin's to harm him.

He knows everyone knows. They are his old servants and nanny's he acts like it too. Alfred likes the extra help and plays card games with them. One of the mannor floors is dedicated to Damains 'guards'.

Witch leads me to another au.

The nanny's and servants help with house work alot so alf have more time with the family and the family gets to know them as well but they know the servants don't need to awnser to them and it's only because Damain likes them it happens. They are loyal af.

One time burce asked Damain why can't he act like kids his age at the time. The only kids outside of his siblings he knew was the rich brats at school.

This gose wrong fast.

As damaian has them disguise themselves in a mall area and plan for a meeting with one of his classmates who talked bad about his mother one day to come fight.

Damaian had an outing with a 'friend' that day conveniently.

So they met at the mall the kid had like 10 guards all buff and some with guns. Damaian smirked, and like a demon who won a prize, he started cackling.

Brat" why ate you laughing your surrounded "

Somebody was recording in the background BTW. There was even a crowd. When the guards surrounded him he grinned and clapped.

His guards sand up some dropping trays and lifting guns, others lifting knives. All looking at the small crowd of 11.

D: "No you are surrounded"

People in the crowd gasp as more jumps from. The 3rd floor to the 2nd floor some hand off wires with more guns by now even some coming out of the crowd with more weponds totalling to almost 300 men and women.

D"now what was it you said about my mother?being a broke, whore?"

He lifted his hands and grined eith a glint in his eyes.

"Everyone around you is an enemy shawn. You best kneel and beg before me for forgiveness before I have them wiped you off the map."

By this time the crowd was growing and it was on the news all asking who the armed people worked for.

Then they turned red in the center from Sniper aims and it becomes national news it's on NBC and BBC how some wayne kid plans to kill a classmate with 100 men and 40 snipers for being disrespectful to his mother talking about how Bruce is letting his kids use his money.

Then a chopper appears because damain is dramatic he came that way and his family *caough * Dick *caough * made it worst.

His grandfather walks out in all his glory, and it becomes known to the world as it is now world news it has the kids' parents showing up even. That Damian is a part of the Al Gulh royal family, and they came out of hiding because of the disrespect they faced in a school. The parent where bowing a grovelling to spare them. Then talia shows up in her crown princess clothes. It makes RA act even bolder because she often refuses to wear clothes he gives her. She apologized for the mess her son and father cause on international news.

The a chopper came over from the Korean royal family asking who disrespected their family.

Damnian becomes international overnight. His mother and grandfather now have Twitter, and so do the very much hidden in the plane sight empire. While the world want to know what land is, they refuse to talk about it.

And Bruce is pissed he scolds him and then some when he reaches home. Damaian said.

"You said 'why don't I act like other kids' I acted like my classmates are you happy now?"

Bruce sinks in defeat and noe has to make up a story as to hoe he and talia met and now has to fit royal meeting into Damains schedule as the korean[ he didn't know ] side of family also wants turns with him and his siblings if they wish to come. Ras is the same and nobody questions damians linage again.

And all racist comments stop in his presents, his slate wiped clean anyone who offended him where either expelled or conveniently disappeared. Gotham acts like it's an every day thing and now news reporters and other people try to dig into his life more than the other Wayne's forming sort of a protection for them because who cares I'd Jason and Tim had a gun fight in the middle of Gotham (paint gun) all of Gotham didn't care because they too also joined into to the mess.

Damain looks actually too tired to care now because too much is on his plate and he can't get work related injuries else take a leave of absence which last time made international news again, he played off the brused lip as he lost a tooth while reading a book and it fell on his face. Had to get check out infount of t.v to confirm it by at least two nations doctors. All 3 of them did and confirmed the sooth got shook out by something falling on his face. [It was jon. Jon fell on his face].

Damian also has to walk around with food testers and his school released his gardeds once to show off and his private touters [smartest people in the world] showed thier certificates from when he was a child of him being thr smartest kid they have ever thought.

It's not the end of it, Damain now basically sits and eats at galas because who has the standing to talk to him, both good and bad because everyone is watching him and he don't have to talk to them.

(I'm just building help:^

I need to stop alright one more

Sick as fuck rn )

Damains clothes become trendy and scrutinised. Because look at this, he is either over dressed or under dressed but never worse dressed and refuses to care about gender or cultural norms. Once, we wore a whole silk gown to a beach, like the after divorce, or just married a rich man type gown with the slit and everything with heavy jewellery, garter belt and that toe chain that ties up to your calves with a parasol.

(In my cannon, he looks more like talia than Bruce)

[puppetmaster13u]

Okay I have started randomly thinking about the Aliens Vs Predator game (the 2010 one). Specifically the xenomorph campaign, along with xeno-batfam. Y'know, just slowly rotating it.

Just thinking of a what if scenario slash crossover y'know. I mean the vibes are there with xenomorph experiments and all that y'know. Just pondering on if Bruce never ended up on Earth per se

Heck maybe the JL don't even exist yet or something idk, just rotatin ideas rn lol

Here's a playthrough with no commentary on if anyone is curious, though do be warned for blood violence and death, y'know the usual for Alien lol

[mishy-mashy]

Given the way BNHA genetics work, where the kids look the most similar to their mothers, Shinomori might have been Bruce's nephew

Y'know, I didn't think about that, but yeah- a lot of characters look like their moms (Midoriya, Bakugo, Uraraka, Jiro, Koda, etc)

I actually think they might've been cousins. Subscribing to the idea of [most kids take after their mothers], maybe they're cousins through their mothers?

Having OFA for 18 years and dying at 40 means Shinomori received it when he was 22. Shinomori being 22 years old seems close to how old Bruce actually could've been when he was alive himself.

Shinomori being Bruce's nephew is a cute idea though. I still think they'd be close in age, but Hikage can call Bruce "Uncle" to mess with him

Hikage: Uncle-

Bruce: Please don't make me feel old.

An adult that's a few years younger than you, calling you uncle. So like. Bruce could've been the babysitter / older cousin / uncle to weirdo Shinomori and he's just so used to babysitting that it automatically translates over to patiently dealing with Kudo and being protective over him (+ anyone in his care)

(Bruce gave OFA away before he went to go fight, so he really was protecting what was put in his care [Yoichi + Kudo] so they didn't disappear with him. Even if it was just a responsibility and basically their last organ that happened to manifest consciousnesses)

Bruce has Kudo. Shinomori has Banjo. Both are shorter, more risk-taking people that lead the way, but need someone level-headed by their side because they might charge in otherwise.

If they're related, that means Bruce probably also ages well too. And it means Bruce also might have a baby face like Shinomori-

(They look alike. They're also very so cute)

[bluegarners]

ik i can rag on bruce a bit here and there, but i sincerely believe him to be a good man trying his best to be a good parent and it's a little frustrating when people exaggerate his and his kids' reaction to things they do/argue about. it's a trend i notice in fanon/fanfiction and canon comics, and it breaks my heart a little bit that there seems to only be those two extremes these days: one big happy family where everything and everyone is forgiven forever, or everyone hates each other and argues over the littlest things and no one is ever forgiven for anything. i know it can be difficult to balance dichotomy and figure out good ways to write/show the nuances of a family like the batclan, but i just feel like people often forget that at all of their cores, each of them are good people trying to do good things in a shitty world. they want to help others, they want to help each other, they are all trying to do the right thing, and what makes them argue sometimes is that they all have different views and morals on how to go about. at the end of the day, they have the same goal but not the same plan, and, to me, that's what makes them fight/be gruff with one another. they don't necessarily hate each other or hold some weird grudge because they just don't like the person or whatever; they are complex individuals and characters that have certain mindsets that overlap but also contrast with others

[huldrabitch]

Can we talk about playing as Jason in Gotham Knights and getting the ends scene? I would fucking love to talk about that and see more art and writing inspired by Bruce going through the exact same effects of the Lazarus pit as his son, and going from blind aggresion to primal protectiveness for his kid. Literally almost killing the person manipulating him, anything to protect his son, never letting the past repeat.