#Claire Clover

[quotidian-oblivion]

Batman: I deserve to be alone 😔

Comic writers: Of course, honey, uh- I need someone to babysit this kid for a while until he gets his own run so here's a child :D

*pushes Dick Grayson towards him*

Batman:

Comic writers: On that note, here are 17 more!

*pushes the rest of the kids towards him*

Batman:

Comic writers: 'Kay, ciao! Brb after they've been properly traumatized and heated up!

Batman:

Batman: Do you like apple juice?

[leechlets]

jumping off of @alcorian 's post about the batfamily sleep habits and schedule. by of course making the most eyesore spreadsheet possible. I present:

batfamily (and co.)'s horrible sleeping schedule

the dayshift hero isn't even there for most of the dayshift because he has school, so it's three singular heroes covering the ENTIRE DAY almost singlehandedly.

babs, alfred, and julia basically live on the comms and are seemingly just sleeping in shifts.

dick and bruce do not have a single free hour matching ever, which feels purposeful.

nobody here has a life, literally why is jason the most normal one here. half of these guys are just dropping dead to sleep for like an hour.

if one singular person goes down there is a time and place where gotham will be FUCKED if they get attacked.

[loudlittleecho]

DC Batman Prompt: Please (Dis)Incorporate

Bruce was prepping for a gala later in the evening. Tim and Stephanie would be on patrol tonight, while Dick, Duke, and Damian had to make appearances along with Bruce. 

The day had felt off. Bruce didn’t like it. He had gone over all of his procedures. Nothing about this day stood out special. 

He was walking downstairs when he froze. He noticed a man standing at the end of the staircase, looking up at him expectantly. 

The man looked completely unfamiliar, and yet deeply familiar at the same time. 

The man smirked up to him, in an expression almost reminiscent of Jason.

“Hello Bruce.”

The voice, also; unfamiliar and yet one Bruce recognized.

“Hello, I apologize, I didn’t realize I had a guest.” Bruce replied pleasantly, wondering how the man had gotten in. 

The man’s eyes crinkled; it reminded him of Dick’s when he knew something Bruce didn’t. 

“I let myself in; don’t worry, it’s just us- for now. Alfred has been called out.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes.

“No, no,” the man continued gesturing for Bruce to continue down the stairs. “I wouldn’t hurt Alfred. Caring-” The man’s body -glitched- “permissive” -glitch- “militaristic” -glitch- “butler of Bruce Wayne, Batman.”

The man was either a time traveler, a multiverse traveler, or a mixture of the two based on his stuttered body trying to find the correct adjective to identify Alfred. 

“What do you want, then.” Bruce had reached the man. The man was both taller… shorter… the same height as him. 

The man sighed, his right hand gesturing vagueling, similar to one of Stephanie’s.

“Come with me.”

He turned from Bruce, walking toward the living room often used for family night. 

Bruce tried to place his posture; he seemed to share Damian’s purposeful gate. 

Luckily Damian wasn’t at the mansion; he had requested getting ready with Dick, to be sure “Grayson arrived on time for this one.”

When Bruce reached the doorway he noticed the room had been rearranged. A swivel chair in the center of the room; the television, couches, carpet, bookcase, everything, all removed. Except for the chair. 

The man glanced at the chair. Bruce recognized the man wanted him to sit. When Bruce didn’t, the man sighed, quickly moved the fingers of his right hand, and snapped. 

Bruce found himself sitting in the chair. 

“Who are you.”

The man laughed sharp and quick. This one Bruce couldn’t place. 

“You don’t recognize me? You should.” His voice clipped with a bit of static- similar to how Barbaras did sometimes when on the comms as Oracle. 

The man glanced around the room, and looked back at him, expression calculating. Like Tim’s when he had pieced together a case.

“Family second, work first. Tonight, that is going to change.”

With that, he snapped again. Bruce tried to rush up, but found he was stuck to the chair. 

On silver disks around the room his children appeared.

Dick, with a suit jacket half on. Jason, in mid stretch. Tim, holding an energy drink. Damian holding his sketch pad. Cass, pajamas. Duke, still in uniform, hands partially outstretched, as though in a conversation. 

Instantly were on high alert. Attempting to move- 

“Not yet.”

Their bodies froze, though their facial expressions were unaffected.

“And no powers for you.” 

Bruce glanced as the shadowed corners lightened. 

The man glanced at them, then back to Bruce. Bruce noticed the mans appearance had shifted-The man stretched, and as he did he became a woman with black/red/blond/brown hair. Constantly blending under the light as the different shades. 

“We’re missing some. . .”

Bruce noticed the spacing in which his children were placed. To the right, Cass, Damian, and Duke stood a couple feet apart from one another, while to the left to near center Dick, Jason, and Tim had spaces between themselves. Between Tim and Cass a large space was apparent.

The woman snapped again.

To Jason’s left, Barbara appeared, outreaching with a book in one hand, and a small stack in her lap. To Cass’ left Steph appeared, paused in brushing her teeth. With a wave of the woman's hand, the books and toothbrush disappeared.

Instantly the spaces between his family were filled with seven others he didn't recognize.

Between Dick and Babs was a young woman around their age, with black hair and hazel eyes. Between Jason and Tim was a young woman with short reddish blonde hair and green eyes wearing glasses. Between Tim and Stephanie were two people. Two almost adult teens, a girl with half her dark hair shaved, and a boy with black hair, blue eyes. Between Damian and Duke floated a. . . Starro. And after Duke stood two people. A teen girl around Dukes age, blonde and blue eyed, and a girl around Damian’s age with brown hair and eyes. 

The woman laughed mirthlessly as the new ones also attempted to get out, and their subsequent frozen natures.

“No spores for you little Jarro.”

Bruce again attempted to leave the chair; he was unable. 

“Let’s name and label them, shall we?”

The woman pointed down the line.

"Richard “Dick” Grayson, the first Robin. Helena Wayne, daughter of Bruce Wayne. Barbara “Babs” Gordon, the best Batgirl, the Oracle. Jason Peter Todd, the dead Robin. Carrie Kellie, the forgotten Robin. Timothy “Tim” Drake Wayne, the detective Robin. Harper Row, the badass. Terry McGinnis, the future Bats, manufactured son of Batman. Stephanie Brown, the fired Robin, the purple one. Cassandra “Cass” Cain Wayne, the weapon. Damian Al Ghul Wayne, Stabby Robin, son of Batman. Jarro the Starro, the weird Robin. Duke Thomas, the daytime Vigilante. Claire Clover, the traumatized girl. Mia “Maps” Mizoguchi, the supernatural Robin, the time traveler."

She bounced on her feet.

The chair Bruce was in turned slightly to face each person that was named. 

Bruce tried to memorize the faces of the ones he didn’t recognize. Helena. Carrie. Harper. Terry. Jarro? Claire. Mia. 

“Look at them. Every child you have helped hone into a vigilante. Almost all of them would have donned a mask without you guiding them.” The disk under Jason’s and Jarro's dimmed. 

“Many of them have also died working under you.” The disks under Dick, Barbara, Tim, Terry, Stephanie, and Damian's dimmed. Jason’s and Jarro's dimmed further. 

"We all wind up as this." She motioned to herself. Her form shifted again as shadows under her grew.

“But the mission comes first.” The voice held a bitter edge. “Family comes second. Even if I am your child” -glitch- “partner” -glitch- “mentee” -glitch- “responsibility” -glitch- “sorrow.” 

She turned toward Bruce. Now her face held a green and brown eye, mismatched eyebrows. A scar of a J on her cheek. Her form shifted again, no longer specifically masculine or feminine.

"It's already started you know. The incorporating. The ones you don't recognize? They've been dropped into this universe at least for the last week. Some have done better than others.

I came here to bring the rest of us into the same universe.” Their voice cold and dispirited. “Less pain.” 

Suddenly their body spasmed. Their features painfully shifting from Helena-to Damien-to Terry.

“Time for me to go.” Their face shifted into a blend of Dick and Tim. The blue eyes pierced into Bruce’s own. The anger, the condescension had gone for just a moment. The voice whispered as a small childs. Hopeful. In pain.  “Fix this. Please.”

Their body spasmed again and they took something out of their pocket- Bruce couldn’t get a good look at it- and their body seemed to fade into dust.

Instantly the force holding Bruce was gone. The disks vanished, and the others could move again as well.

Dick was the first to say anything. 

“I’ll let them know that the Waynes will be absent at the gala tonight.”

[lynnrawr]

Okay a list of all the batkids I know! Am I missing any??

Dick

Jason

Carrie

Tim

Stephanie

Damien

Duke

Cass

Claire

Mia (Maps)

Cullen

Harper

Barbra

[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date: 11.03.2024

Please note that the two most popular ships are NOT FROM THE DC FANDOM. What is happening.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available, NOT English only. Includes all fandoms on Ao3 connected to Duke Thomas from DCU.

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

Poly ships were not included.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

[do-you-ship-this-comic-ship]

[spudbestdog]

Bruce Wayne/Batman of Earth-28 Bio:

Info:

Name: Bruce Thomas Wayne

Alias: Batman, John "Matches" Malone, Insider, Khofash, The Dark Knight, Caped Crusader, World's Greatest Detective

Family:

Simon Hurt (Ancestor)

Patrick Wayne (Paternal Grandfather, Deceased)

Constance Wayne (Paternal Grandmother, Deceased)

Roderick Kane (Maternal Grandfather, Deceased)

Elizabeth Arkham (Maternal Grandmother, Deceased)

Thomas Wayne (Father, Deceased)

Martha Wayne (Mother, Deceased)

Alfred Pennyworth (Legal Guardian/Godfather)

Leslie Thompkins (Godmother)

Jacob Kane (Maternal Uncle)

Philip Kane (Maternal Uncle)

Thomas Wayne Jr (Brother, Deceased)

Kate Kane (Maternal Cousin)

Elizabeth Kane (Maternal Cousin, Deceased)

Bette Kane (Maternal Cousin)

Dick Grayson (Adopted Son)

Jason Todd (Adopted Son, Deceased)

Tim Drake (Adopted Son)

Duke Thomas (Foster Son)

Cassandra Cain (Adopted Daughter)

Holly Robinson (Adopted Daughter)

Damian Wayne (Biological Son)

Athanasia Al Ghul (Biological Daughter)

Helena Wayne (Biological Daughter)

Mar'i Grayson (Granddaughter, through adoption)

Astrid Arkham (Relative)

Olive Silverlock (Relative)

Jon Kent (Godson)

Laura Kent (Goddaughter)

Affiliation:

Wayne Enterprises, Batman Incorporated, Justice League, Outsiders, Gotham Knights, League of Assassins (Formerly)

Gender: Male

Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status:

Married (Selina Kyle, Wife)

Divorced (Talia Al Ghul, Ex-Wife)

Broken Engagement (Andrea Beaumont, Ex-Fiancée)

Ex-Partners (Linda Page, Julie Madison, Vicki Vale, Jaina Hudson, Jezebel Jet, Natalie Knight, Rachel Dawes, Sliver St. Cloud, Chase Meridian)

[just-trash-talks]

Batman:No metas in Gotham

Signal: :(

Batman:Exept for Duke

Gotham Girl: ;(

Batman:And Claire

Jarro: :'(

Batman:...And Jarro

Clark: :D

Batman:No Clark fuck you

[arrowmaker15]

(Father's Day, pt 7 finale)

Bruce: Okay, Claire, what do you have for me?

Claire: You'll see.

Bruce: Ominous...

Bruce:

Bruce: What is this?

Claire: A custom made sign?

Bruce: Why the *fuck* is the damn sign saying "Welcome to Gotham, home of the worlds biggest furry clan"!?

Claire: Am I wrong?

[alicepooryorick]

TikTok batfan: my favorite obscure batman character is Tim uwu

Me, trying to find one other person who gives a damn about Claire Clovers or Anita Jean:

[mostsanescarletspiderfan]

The latest wfa chapter was so bad, DUKE HAS META FRIENDS WHAT ARE TALKING ABOUT CLAIRE IS RIGHT THERE.

Also why do they keep pushing the "trinity" agenda? These people have more than 2 friends c'mon.

[grimdrago]

I really hope Gotham Girl or Penny-Two shows up in Wayne Family Adventures. I never expected to see Bluebird ever appearing in there so those two obviously can't be off the table. They both have earned at least honorary batfam status. At least to me.

[goatsghost]

i just think it’s very rude and confusing to have gotham girl be her name but then her male counterpart is just gotham

like no uh hang on a second. gotham is the city. i understand what you’re trying to do but it’s complicated to talk about you now, please just go by gotham man or gotham boy, mr. gotham even, for clarity’s sake

[aliceramblesonnerdity]

God I love Gotham Girl. The question of "what if Superman was still good, still american, but mentally ill" is so interesting. And the way writers have used American culture to really build her character. The way that she thinks just because she has kryptonian powers that she is unable to ask for help, how because of these powers she's able to hide from the world whenever she wants (much the same as how someone like me struggling with their mental health will stay in their room alone, even to their own detriment.) How aware she is of her problems (especially in detective comics 1059-1061) but so unable to get herself help... all coupled with her godlike powers. She's such an amazing character I wish DC would do more with because there's just so much to do with "Mentally Ill Superman" if the way Gotham Girl is.

[aspecialgift]

Miscellaneous members of the Batfamily. I finished making these many months ago and forgot about them :c