#Cassandra Cain is trying

[lambypop]

🎀The Tails of Coccinelle Moon and The Batman🎀

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Chapter one:

Day gone wrong

TW: blood, Bruce having PTSD and flashbacks, perhaps a panic attack? Emotional neglect?, miscommunication, yandere (platonic) behavior if you squint (The Robins towards their dad in later chapters btw), the word Daddy is used affectionately and specifically in a platonic way as in father and daughter, pls don't be weird.

Platonic!Batfam x Ladybug/Magical Girl!Reader

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It's weird how everything started, he can't remember how did he got in this situation, him under the rubble with a half conscious Superman who's just laying there with kryptonite stabbed halfway into his side, he's pretty sure he has a broken rib and a ripped muscle, but he can't let his best friend co-worker just lay there as he bleeds out, so he crawls out of the rubble and immediately goes to do the first aid that he learned at med school.

"Clark can you hear me?" he half whispers half choked out as he presses the wound

"MHmmh d-dunt te-tell Louissss" Clark tries to say coherently but he groans in pain

"pf- I'll try not to" Bruce says as he grabs Clarks red cape to use it as cloth........but wet? why is it wet? huh it runs down his hand dripping...

drop

drop

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Red...... red... it's everywhere....... its blood.... too much blood, w-why is there more red than blue??

"B-bruce?" Clark Jason whispers as he grips Bruce's other hand "Dad......" Bruce snaps out of it and does his work taking what he needs out of his utility belt, but his hands can't help but shake, he carefully takes out the kryptonite and tosses it slightly away so he can do his best to bandage Clark as he himself tries to calm the best that he cans to work properly at least.

Once Clark is okay for the situation they are in Bruce makes a mental note to take his meds in time, its 2:43PM its fine its okay, he has 17 minutes before he needs to take them, he'll be fin- he suddenly is in the watch tower as all of them are re-going on what went wrong in the mission.

"Okay everyone what went wrong today?" Wonder Woman asks with a tired look, she wants to go home Bruce thinks, he knows them maybe more than they know themselves.

But Bruce isn't really listening to the lecture, he's lm his head he can't forget how his hands shaked when he was aiding Superman, it was..... It was as if he was in that alley again..... Helpless, scared..... Alone, and its past 4 and he still hasn't gotten his meds, but that's fine because he's been practicing breathing and those therapeutic exercises that Dinah recommend him to try, so he momentarily closes his eyes and inhales as silently and as much air as he can before exhaling silently, it could even be described as a sigh...

Click

Click

Click

Click

His eye twitches under his cowl he cant help but tighten his eternal scowl, his eyes dart towards the computer, Cyborg is tapping the keys as he writes the mission report, he tries to distract himself with the corner of his cape or looking at the Batfam comms chat that is empty.

"Batman.... Batman... Bruce!" Diana calls it makes his break out of his trance, he grunts in aknowledgement "Can you tell us what went wrong this time? beacuse you seem to look like you have better places to go" Diana says a bit harshly, It makes bruce want to recoil on his seat "So? go on beause i'll remind you it was your plan and you were the one that surprisigly did not follow" She says, In Bruce's eyes its clear she's stressed and a lot, with whats happening in Themyscira, something about a wind bag????? he's not so sure but he doesn't holds it againts her but her gaze looks so pointed and so bother........ suddendly the suit feels tighter. ".......Superman injured" he grunts out "He would have been okay" Diana says her patience thining "Yeah Spooky, we've talked about team work haven't we?" Hal says as if putting salt on the wound which gets him a discret kick from Green Arrow under the table -Ocuh- "what we mean is that we need to communicate more Bats" Barry says softer than anyone else as if trying to calm the situation..... "WHAT? i didn- ocuh!? stop kicking-" BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ----------- he can't hear anything.... why cant he hear anything? why, why, why

"Nononon if he wants to be on the team he needs to-"

"He's right-"

"ofcourse not!"

"He doesnt trust-"

He breaths heavely but to normal eyes no one wold realized that, he silently stands up and walks to the headquarters infirmary to sit down besides a passed out Superman, he takes out his comms.

- I'll be home early

-Huhm? u okay B?

-Do you require assistance father?

-No, I'll just head home earlier than expected, the meeting was cut short

-👍✌️😊🫵🏠🙏🤞🫶

-Thank Cassy, yes I'll be heading home safe

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Ding

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-hey old man..... u okay? u don't sound okay, you don't write like that.

-Im okay Jay, Im fine.

-Wuthever, not like I care.

-Sure chum sure.

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He pats Clark's shoulder and then leaves the Watchtower directly to the Batcave, He walks straight to the Batcomputer chair, he takes off the cowl and his hand directly runs down his face tiredly.

"Master Bruce" Alfred says with slight confusion "you are here early" Bruce can't help but rub his eyes and then look at Alfred "The meeting... ran short" Alfred just nods with acknowledgment "are you perhaps thinking of having some time for yourself?" He only eon a small hum from Bruce as he removes his cowl and cape and starts to head to his room.

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"Do you think Bruce is okay?" Barbara asks as she pokes on her strawberry milkshake "He always has something going on, i dont think its something to worry about probably his paranoia" Dick answers her question with ease as he checks on his phone the clock "u sure man? his texts seemed kinda off" another voice says entering the room "we're sure Duke, the old man's fineee" Jason says with a half groan "Not everything has to be about that fckin man" he rolls his eyes as he continues readig his new book "I please ask you to not talk about our father like that Todd" A more little yet very much serios voice said in a corner of the room, what was more surprising was the audible clap on the other and more darker corner off the room that got mosts attention -"👦🏾🗡️👈🏻👍🏻//🫱🏻‍🫲🏾//🫵🏻✌🏻🫷🏻🙅🏻‍♀️🗣️🙊👉🏻👨🏻"- Cassandra started to sign slightly agressively trying to comunicate a bit of her frustration beacuse she isn't getting why are those two talking dissmisively about their father "Oh no Cain, it is my pleasure to agree with you in this one, yes Jason and Richard should refrain to talk like that about father" Damian says as he appears behind the couch with not only Titus but also Jerry the Turkey "He was an ass last patroooollll" Stephanie chimes in jumping over the back of the sofa to sit just beside Jason "Why do you think Tim isnt here today?" steph remarks half joking...... but someone in the hallway must have feel it way to much.

....... ....... .......

sigh

He walks away. He's tired and stressed out of medication, and Clark is still unconscious, so he walks back into his room to think, how can he keep this up? He is exhausted. At some point, he starts packing a suitcase without even realizing it. He also calls his assistant, asking her to blank out all of his meeting and other Wayne Enterprises Activities for an undefined time but if they need something urgently to give him a call.

He's not sure when he called a driver to pick him up, or at which moment he stepped into his Private Jet. The only thing he's sure about is that he is going to France, to Paris, to be more exact, to visit his daughter, his first biological child. After all, it is the scheduled visit he usually makes, only that this time he's half a month earlier.

Ring, Rign, Ring

"Alloooooô?" a foreign voice answered him with a snicker and some giggles in the back, the voice didn't sound very French more like it had a tint of a different accent ".......who.....who's this?" Bruce asked slightly confused at the unfamiliar voice on the phone "Je m'appelle Mar-" the voice got cut off by a soft, happy, and familiar voice "Girls!...DADDY?! AAAAAAAAA" and exited and a familiar chime sounded thro Bruce's phone and a some small playful fuzzing in the back "DAD! OWHHH HELLO FATHARRRR" Bruce couldn't help but smile widely and let out a small giggle "Hello, my dear -" his voice was a bit cut off by the turbulence "Ohhhhh Daddy, when are you coming to viiiiiist meeeee" the girl dramatically suffered and pouted even tho he couldn't see her, laugh could be heard in the back of the call "I'm already on a Jet" before bruce could utter another word a loud and happy gasp was heard and he couldn't help but melt at the sound of his daughter to be so happy to see him "REALLY!?! OH THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU PAPA, I'VE MISSED U SO MUCH!, you're gonna love the new things I've done! so much stuff has happened and I NEED to tell you!!!!!!" you can't help but be so happy about it, it's your dad and he's coming to see you, he always does every 2 or 3 months and it's great, the weeks he spends with you are the best, he makes breakfast, takes you to father-daughter dates, you both volunteer at community stuff, its so splendid the time you spend with him even tho its kinda limited BUT that makes every single moment even better! "when do arrive papa?" you ask with a smile "Tomorrow morning" and another happy scream is heard, yeah he loves his daughter, because she may be a bit spoiled but he taught her better, she's spoiled not rotten and the only "normal" child he has...... RIGHT?! 🐞🪄💜

(yes, the reader is gonna be a bit Disney coded, I'm too depress right now so this is me writing fluff for myself and other people who would like to read it), (Yall can send me questions or anything, or comment stuff i would appreciate what people think)

[bianc0re]

Take a picture, it will last longer

[lokutofu]

World’s Greatest Detective fails to correctly identify his children 😭

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

[everwalldigan]

I love the idea of all the robins kinda being clones of each other with just a few differences and a concussed Bruce not being able to tell who he’s squinting at so he just says generic statements and avoids saying any names

Bruce (sitting at the breakfast table): so… how’s the weather… dick?

Jason (grinning): you do know I’m gonna hold this against you for like, the next 2 months right

Bruce: (groans into his hands)

Bruce (walking into the living room): hey have you read through the files I gave you yesterday?

Dick: (confused cause he took a day off to surprise Bruce) ?

Bruce: so?

Dick: er… no?

Bruce: Dick?? What are you doing here?

Bruce (walks into the kitchen with a fresh concussion): Jason? I thought you were on a mission with the outlaws?

Tim: (frozen through mid fridge raid, having assumed they were past Bruce calling him Jason since yk. He’s a shit brickhouse now and Tim is, well, obviously not): uh?

Bruce: *turns around and leaves*

Bruce: Oh hey Cass, when did you arrive from Babs’?

Damian: (slowly turns around in the black hoodie he’s wearing) we’re not even the same gender

Bruce: (under his breath) yeah but the same height

[prlssprfctn]

Bruce: I am rather concerned. Do you all, perhaps, need an additional health check? How come most of you don't hear my commands through comms from the first time?

Barbara: That's because half of them have a music blasting in their ear at the same time.

Bruce: What—

Damian: Nonsense. Neither I nor Cain do this.

Jason, shrugging: Your loss.

Barbara: And here goes a guy, who listened Hozier's Nobody Soldier and Rammstein's Rein Raus during today's shoot-out.

Dick, giggling: Of course, he would listen that—

Barbara: What are you laughing about? You had your female K-POP bands blasting on the background.

Dick: I was streaming—

Tim: During shoot-out?

Barbara: At least, they were listening music. You put Kon's forty minute lasting voice message on.

Tim, shrugging: I am not ashamed. I am multitasking, if anything.

Bruce, concerned: ...Do you all realise that all of this could serious—

(The bickering sounds intensify)

[andstuffsketches]

um, can you play a song with a beat?

[pacificwaternymph]

Did you guys know that Duke's tag on Ao3 only has 7,000 fics? Because I didn't.

[azz-modeus]

Cassandra Cain

[thy-valhallen]

Cass, pointing at Jason: we're twins

Tim:

Jason: *6'3" 200 lbs of Latino rage and muscle*

Cass: *5'1" 120 lbs of Chinese murder and love*

Tim:

Tim: you're just not

Cass, patting his shoulder: it's okay. easy mistake. we're fraternal twins

Jason, holding up a gun: yep. twins.

Tim: ... good for you

Cass: :D

[aingeal98]

Ultimately the resolution of Jason and Cass fights comes down to the fact that while he has his own ideals that don't mesh with the bats, Jason can be flexible. DC skipped the whole reconciliation with the family but while he's willing to kill it's generally a means to an end to him, not the whole entire point unless you're talking about Joker. Meanwhile for Cass the question of killing vs not killing is dead serious to her which means any time they're working together and things start going off track it's like:

Jason: Look if we kill this guy we send a message to his boss which makes it easier for us to negotiate with him from a position of power and I just think that-

Cass, snatching one of his guns and pointing it at her own head: Go on, pull the trigger. Kill him. Kill me. Go tell Batman that you let his daughter die to make a negotiation easier. He already let you die so no problem right? You think we should die? You think our life only worthwhile as part of a plan, just because we're killers? Are we doomed? Are we rotten to the core with no hope of redemption? Go on then, kill us and kill part of your soul alongside it. You clearly don't care for it so why are you even trying? Kill yourself along with us, come on Jason let's all just die right?

Jason, slowly backing away: I think you may be projecting a tiny bit so just. Calm down before I call the suicide hotline please.

Cass, slowly lowering the gun and knocking the random henchman unconscious: Yeah that's what I thought, fucking pussy.

Jason: Mm yeah you know what I hate you actually. Fuck this mission I'll just shoot you right now if you're going to be this annoying about it.

Jason, explaining things later to Dick: So I just kept shooting at her until I ran out of bullets and we both calmed down enough to call a truce. We tracked the guy down and didn't kill anyone but I did blow up the batplane just as a last minute screw you. Is she always this uh... intense?

Dick: Yeah, one time I broke up with Barbara and she threw me out a window. She's just like that.

[emacrow]

Cass secretly brought home a cardboard box during Mr. Freeze attempt to freeze gotham again after patrols.

Problem being is nobody knows that she brought home a creature until things started going missing.

First it was Damian's favorite katana, then dick's nightwing mask, Tim's personal coffee mug that he still accusing of Dick taking it, Duke's special sunglasses, one of the Barb's purples USBs, one of alfred's cookie mixing batter spoons, Jason's old Robin cape during a few months or so..

It came to Bruce attention the moment his batman belt went missing when he went down the batcave...

Someone brought something home that taking their stuff and mostly all point to Damian who swears on the lararus pits themselves that he didn't do it.

Cass is quiet the whole time.. until Tim noticed and pointed out that in the board of missing stuff and clues that She didn't get any of her stuff stolen..

Her face went still before a tiny adorable dust of pink went across her face as she handed signed that she may have.... found a abandoned creature during patrols... a couple of months ago.

Cass leading them to her room to her closet that look iced cold yet able to function still where a makeshift nest of sort of soft blue space related blankets, and all the stuff that were stolen along with other items they didn't even noticed were taken.

And the culprit behind it all was a tiny little looking 8 year old boy with pale skin, glowing defying gravity like black mixed white hair, with pale mixed greenish blue eyes. The kid wearing one dove hoodie Jammies, staring wide eyed at them.

Before the batfam can speak, Cass made a shushing motion with her mouth as she signed that he can't really control his voice that sound much like a banshee.

Part 2

[lotus-lost-n-found]

Some Batfam Headcanons because the brain never stops;

Jason hates being called "Bruce's Son". But he hates it more when hes called "One of Wayne's Orphans/Wayne's child" because fuck you I'm his son-! wait no--

With the exception of Damian, they rarely refer to Bruce as "Dad/Father". Either it didn't occur to them/didn't see the need to/thought it would be strange. But when Dick/Jason/Tim/Cass are tired or injured it might slip out. And Bruce might just crumble a bit at it

Doesn't mean they don't say it to their siblings when Bruce is out of Earshot.

"Dad said you couldn't." "What do you mean Dad said I couldn't use that mug? It's my mug!" "You snooze you lose Timmy Boy-" "Jason don't be an asshole-"

That being said Bruce says "son/daughter/child" at every available opportunity he can after he knows that they have acclimated enough that they wouldn't be uncomfortable/know they can tell Bruce that they don't want to be called that.

First time Bruce called Dick "son" in a way that meant "You are my kid" and not in a "This police officer just called me son with a brow furrow" way Dick grinned and carried on with the conversation. Later he wondered if his dad wouldn't like someone else calling him Son; but Dick thinks about the life he was given because of Bruce and thinks maybe his dad wouldn't mind.

Calling Jason "son" is a hit or miss situation, even before he died. The first time it happened he was confused, he didnt think that was the relationship they had and it made everything change for him. He got frustrated--not angry--with himself and Bruce at this sudden emotional turmoil. Wasn't he just the kid Bruce picked up in an alleyway? Wasn't he just some street rat in bright Robin clothing? (He lets himself believe that he can be Bruce's son. If for only a little while).

Tim cries after Bruce is out of earshot, it would've been a year or so after his parents died and he was adopted. He didn't think he could have been wanted like that again. Even if you think the Drake's had A+ Parenting or not, I don't think he would have gotten a lot of confirmation of being wanted otherwise.

Cass smiles, emotions carefully concealed under her expression. She's grateful she found Bruce and he doesn't mention it if she leans a bit closer in a request for closeness.

Damian doesn't expect anything less, he only appears satisfied. But also relieved that he has gotten the confirmation that yes, Bruce wants and accepts him.

EDIT 10/11; hiii, i have added Duke, Steph & a Bonus in a reblog you can find on the same blog under my 'batfamily headcanons' / 'sore rambles' tag. have fun :)

[casscainmainly]

Jason and Cass' opposing views on murder is so interesting. Their conflict is not purely moralistic - that is to say, it's not purely that Jason thinks murder is okay, and Cass doesn't. It's their identities, their original and most fundamental worldview. Jason is a murder victim and Cass is a murderer. Yes, Jason kills people as Red Hood, and yes, Cass dies multiple times, but this never truly erases how they see themselves. Jason will always have been murdered, and Cass will always be a murderer. They are unable to fully extricate themselves from those roles, and thus will never approach life or death the same way.

[undertheredhood]

any dc character: *confessing something about their past they kept hidden out of fear/shame*

their batfam bff who had already known for a while and is now desperately trying to hide that they knew the truth this entire time: “oh, wow! that is so crazy, i am so sorry you had to go through that.”

[prlssprfctn]

Being in Gotham-side of Internet must be so fun. Like, you open YouTube, and when searching for work-outs, you find "Batman working out routine." Or, you scroll through articles and bump into another 300 conspiracies about Signal. Instagram has reels with Timothy Drake inspired looks. Twitter keeps shipping Orphan & Spoiler and writing blind items about them. Damian Wayne is a constant guest on Reddit, giving advices how to take care of different types of animals. Circuses in the town have the whole Nightwing and Boy Wonder inspired shows. Girls on Tiktok try to re-create Red Robin's wings for the upcoming Comicon. Tumblr keeps score on Red Hood's mystery weapons appearing out of nowhere, trying to figure out if he is meta or not. Bruce Wayne's thrist edits flooding every social media. Local true crime podcasters have a series of episodes on Jason Todd's mysterious death.