#DC Batfam

[softsadrainy]

:) cassandra cain my bbg

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

[timdrakewhump]

Hi, please don’t interact with my content if you’re going to be negative. No i don’t see Tim as a weak child, yes I’m going to give him problems. That’s part of fandom and head canons - it’s not how the character is, it’s how I think the character would react in that situation. Even if I did characterise Tim in a way that upset you, it’s doing nobody any good to be upset. No, I haven’t read many comics. I have two jobs and I go to full time college. I’d rather spend my spare time with my friends and family and read the comics at my own pace. I can’t figure out what leaving this hateful message gains you, honestly? I’ve taken a few minutes to look through your profile and you frequently make posts about hating fanon Tim. Why not abandon those and go to find something you like instead? I’m not a fan of the Danny phantom posts, for example, just because I haven’t watched it. I just block the Danny phantom tag. Does it get irritating when something isn’t tagged correctly and I see Danny phantom content? Yes. Do I leave a hate comment? No. I just scroll.

Anyways tl;dr if you don’t like it block it. People are allowed to do things for fun, even if you don’t like it.

Something something.. batfam not recognising the food scarcity mindset in Tim because he came from a rich family.. Tim hoarding food and only eating a little at a time.. Tim refusing to let anyone throw away food.. eating things he hates/is allergic too.. something something.. Tim’s parents not being home long enough to go food shopping for the house.. and now Tim knows how to make basic non perishables last months.. Tim who didn’t want to annoy his parents by asking for food/using their card to order it.. or his nannys or housekeeper by asking them to shop.. Jason is the only one who notices because he did (and sometimes still does) have similar habits.. anyways.

[snowcoming]

no beta we die like dick grayson is one of the best tags ever bc its immediately followed by 'BC HE DIED IN FOREVER EVIL FIGHT ME' and 'BC HE ACTUALLY DIED STFU' and 'HE DIED BEFORE SPYRAL' or any of the three and it links back to the tag thats like 'dick grayson's death in forever evil' and that entire tag is filled with people straight up screaming in the tags that dick actually died like lmfao guys we all think the same about this

[vi1223]

"Have you got everything you need?"

"Yes, Alfred...."

"Good."

Bruce walked towards the front door and was about to leave when he thought of something. He looked back into the house.

"Alfred?"

Alfred turned around in confusion.

"Yes, Master Bruce?"

"Would you.... Would you like to go with me this time?"

Alfred was shell-shocked.

"Are you.... Are you sure, Master Bruce?"

Bruce smiled and nodded.

"Yes, it's.... it's what my father would have wanted."

Alfred smiled.

"I'll go pack my things."

----

3 years later

Bruce sat at the dining table reading his newspaper when Alfred approached him."

"I noticed you haven't packed for the annual camping trip, Master Bruce. You haven't forgotten, have u?"

Alfred said as he set Bruce’s coffee on the table. Dick stops midway through his breakfast.

"What camping trip?"

Dick asked in confusion.

"No, Alfred, I haven't forgotten. I've just been too busy. And with Dick around, I think we should just skip it this year."

Bruce answered Alfred, ignoring Dick's confused glances.

"Why Master Bruce, you haven't missed a day, I don't think you should start now?"

Dick was getting increasingly annoyed, understandable as a 6-year-old.

"Missed what? What's going on?"

Bruce sighed.

"I'm busy. Besides, I can't exactly leave Dick alone in the manor. And before you suggest staying behind, you know I'm not letting you do that."

"Actually, I was going to suggest you bring the boy along this year."

Alfred nodded towards an excited Dick Grayson.

Before Bruce could protest, Dick jumped out of his seat in excitement.

"Yeah, camping trip!"

Dick exclaimed as he began jumping up and down.

Bruce frowned.

"I don't know...."

"It would be a good bonding experience for you and young master Richard."

Bruce looked thoughtful and sighed.

"Alright."

----

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Alfred?"

"No no, I have far too many chores to do. You boys enjoy yourselves."

Dick was excited. It was his first time going on a trip with Bruce since moving into the mansion. Bruce was so busy with work, they seldom had time to hang out and it often made Dick wonder why Bruce fostered him in the first place.

"So what exactly are we doing again?"

Dick asked, as they headed out.

Bruce sighed.

"When I was little, my dad would take me to hiking in the forest just north of the manor. We would camp the night and watch the sunrise in the morning."

Dick grinned.

"Sounds cool. I've never been camping before."

Bruce smiled fondly at the boy.

"When my parents died, I invited Alfred along with me. And it kind of became a tradition for me and Alfred."

Dick nodded. Bruce had told him a little about his parents' death, but he knew it was still a touchy subject.

"My dad promised to take me camping once."

Dick piped up.

Bruce looked at him with interest.

"But Haley's circus was always moving. We never even had a chance to visit the woods."

Bruce listened with interest. He patted the boy on his head. Alfred was right, this would be good for him and the boy.

Bruce suddenly stopped abruptly. Dick frowned in confusion.

"Why did we stop?"

But Bruce did not answer. Instead, he picked a pebble from the gravel floor. Dick looked on with interest.

"Choose a nice stone. You're gonna need it later."

Dick nodded and grabbed a pebble that caught his eye.

They continued on their hike and finally found a nice clearing. 

"We're here. This is the campsite."

"Yes!"

Dick placed down his things. Bruce did the same, then took the pebble from his pocket and walked over to a corner where a pile of stones were gathered.

Dick followed him curiously.

Bruce took it a marker and handed it to him.

"Write your initials and place down the stone."

He placed down his own rock on a little pile of rocks labeled 'B.W.'

"Each time we come here, we place a rock until we make a little rock mountain. This is mine."

Then he pointed to a smaller stack beside his own labeled 'A.P.'

"This is Alfred's."

Then he gestured to the largest stack labeled 'T.W.'

"And this is my dad's."

Dick did as he was told and admired the other rock structures.

"Whoa. That's tall. Your dad must've come here often."

Bruce smiled.

"He used to come here all the time with his dad. N now I come here with you."

Dick registered the information, and a wide grin spread across his face.

"Thanks, Bruce."

"Anytime, son."

----

"Come on, Cass. You should come with us this year! It'll be fun!"

Duke persuaded.

Cass shook her head, stubbornly.

It was the annual camping trip. Bruce and the boys were all packed and ready to go. It was extra exciting, as it was Duke’s first trip with the family.

Steph placed an arm around Cass.

"Yeah, you're never going to convince her to come to your little 'Boy's trip'."

Dick chuckled.

"They're right, you know. We all tried."

Babs walked in.

"Plus, with the boys out of the house. Alfred lets us throw a little girls' night."

Duke looked at them, impressed.

"How'd you make Alfred agree to that?"

Steph shrugged.

"As long as we clean up after ourselves and keep the guest list to a minimum, Alfred sometimes even joins us for mani-pedis"

Dick grinned.

"Fair enough. Come on, let's make sure Tim isn't over-packing. Again."

Duke looked concerned.

"Again?"

Jason nodded.

"Yeah, last year he tried to bring 10 packs of instant coffee. Alfred caught him just in time."

Duke laughed at that. At the corner of his eye, he noticed Damian arguing with Bruce on bringing his pets along on the trip.

----

Duke felt a little silly carrying a pebble in his pocket, but the rest just gave him mysterious grins and said he'd find out later.

Finally, they reached a clearing. Duke began unpacking his things when he noticed the others gathered in a corner.

"What are you guys... doing?"

That's when he noticed the little rock structures with each of their initials. The boys grinned as they added a new rock to their structures.

Duke was still watching in amazement when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Bruce smiling at him and handing him a marker.

"It's your turn, son."

Duke smiled and took the marker. He wrote 'D.T.' on his pebble and set it beside Damian's.

"Hey, Bruce! Your pile is almost high as your dad's!"

Jason commented, ruining the perfect moment.

-----

Note: I wrote this a while ago. It was inspired by something, I think it's a comic page. If anybody knows, please help. Thx.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Aha, Dick was out of town to Jay is the big brother for the week.

Damian stole his case file so Tim hid his paintbrushes. Jason is just tired...and a little concerned.

[v00do-d0ll]

One reason out of the many I have for not watching Batman movies/ TV shows is that Bruce Wayne is supposed to be ungodly beautiful..

Like so beautiful it’s unfair and it makes you angry.. and to me, nobody that they have casted as Batman has fit that bill.

You’re telling me that Robert Pattinson is pulling every single woman in there and making every single man feel jealous?… no, sorry but no.

The same goes for all the rest of the other Batman casts, and I guess to be fair they’re mainly casting for the Batman role and not the Bruce Wayne role; but that goes more into my personal feelings of their needing to be more Bruce Wayne in Batman movies.

But Bruce Wayne is supposed to be able to give you one glance and your weak in the knees.

Bruce Wayne is supposed to make every man in that room feel jealous and question things because of his grey-blue eyes and dazzling smile.

Bruce Wayne is supposed to be able to charm a room with his heart of gold even though he’s a ditz.

None of the actors that they have casted for Bruce Wayne has ever given me that.

So no, I will not be watching those movies. Thank you for listening to my TedTalk ◡̈

[goddessofbees]

All of them put together,

[todelve-intomy-monthlyfixations]

tim drake fic recs pls

GUYS i need help. Im trying to find those fics where tim is a part of the batfam and whatnot but his parents are still alive and he has to attend a gala as timothy drake and the batfam realise how tim acts in his 'perfect son' persona and maybe even how fucked up janet and jack's parenting is. Ik this might be like a super specific fanon scenario but I SWEAR I've read one of these fics before but can't find it ever again. i've been losing my mind over this for the past 2 days pls help.

[amgue]

Okay silly low quality doodle of Dick as Nightwing this time, next I’ll do his head/portrait

[celestetumbledryer]

“Well, since we're all gonna die, there's one more secret I feel I have to share with you”

I did not love “Batman: Wayne Family Adventures” What? i have mixed feelings about WFA. Ugh. How can you even say that, Celeste tumble dryer? i liked some parts. disliked some too. Celeste tumble dryer, it's so good. It's like the perfect webtoon. i- This is what everyone always says. Whenever they say, it's like, "Oh my..." Everyone always says- CRC Payne, Vadynea, I mean, Listen- You never see- STARBITE?! i know, i uh eh, FINE, fine artist, did not like the webtoon. Why is not? Did not- couldn't get into it. Explain yourself. What didn't you like about it? It insists upon itself, dear reader. What? It insists upon itself. What does that even mean? 'CAUSE IT HAS A VALID POINT TO MAKE, IT'S INSISTING! It takes forever gettin' in. They spend nearly six and a half hours, and then- You know, i can't even get through it, i can't even finish the webtoon. i've never even seen the ending. YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THE ENDING?! Well, how can you say you don't like it if you haven't even given it a chance? I agree with italicised text, it's not really fair. It's outrageous. i have tried on three separate occasions to get through it. And i- i get to the scene where this grown man who does not need a caretaker can’t cook for the death of him and this coffee addicted napper type guy… Yeah, It's a great scene- And they- I love that scene. It's NOT a great- It's been noted in every fan fiction. i have no idea what they're talking about. It's like they have a well done moment and then they’re falling into fandom tropes all over again- That's where i lose interest and i walk away. You know what, Celeste tumble dryer- They're speaking FANON! The language they're speaking is a language of subtly, something you don't understand. i love Batman: Under the Red Hood That is my answer to that statement. Exactly. Well, there you go. Whatever. I like that movie, too.

*meme template from Family Guy Season 4 Episode 27

this post is a very lighthearted joke. i made this post right after seeing a “i did not hate wfa” tiktok by someone i follow under this sound. does that make me a bad person? i actually don’t read fan fiction. No hard feelings go towards wfa fanatic mutuals of mine. you know who you are, i know who you are. Don’t worry, my next post compliments you!!!!! （＾Ｏ＾☆♪

With all the love in my heart,

Celeste Tumble Dryer ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[ilovedagain]

A story about Damian Wayne's ties to Ra's al Ghul, an aging grandfather.

*note: this story doesn't follow any timeline where Ra's caused Damian direct harm.

Death changes you. Damian knows that. Whether you brought about the death of someone, or someone around you dies, it changes you. No doubt it does. Though, Damian has to wonder if death is necessary—if grieving is necessary—to have a healthy heart.

Death does not touch the al Ghul family. And Damian has to wonder when that blessing turned into a curse. When it was that the green waters bringing life started to bring something different. Something twisted, unnatural, a shade of its former being.

Damian had watched as every time Grandfather emerged from those waters, slightly different. The waters gave life, it did, and took a piece of himself for itself. It took, bit by bit, the pieces of his grandfather that Damian loved.

"Master Damian, would you like another cup?"

Damian looked up from his tea mug. Alfred was standing behind the kitchen island, an exquisite china set laid out before him for polishing. It was a rare thing indeed that he would let Damian linger in the kitchen while the man worked.

Damian didn't realize he was lingering. He took a sip from his tea, stalling, and suppressed a grimace at how cold it had gotten. It tasted inexplicably like acid.

Damian swallowed. He barely thought as he spoke, too focused on holding back words like, 'The green waters back home taste like acid.' "No, thank you. I. Was wondering if, perhaps, I could assist you?"

Alfred set down a porcelain spoon gently. His face betrayed nothing as Damian waited to be dismissed, on account that it was 8 pm on a school night. But maybe Damian's face betrayed something because Alfred said, "Of course, Master Damian."

Damian stood beside Alfred, elbow-to-elbow—well, more like elbow-to-hip—and polished the china. The only sounds between them were the shifting of their clothes, the mild squeaking of cloth on porcelain, and Alfred's occasional instruction.

Damian stole glances at the man to watch him as he worked. Gloved hands with movements precise like a sculptor, or perhaps a swordsman. They didn't tremble from the throes of aging. And that shook loose something in Damian's chest he didn't know had tightened.

On a good night, Damian's mind would hone in on the simple task. It was not one of those nights, and it had not been a good night since he received something in the mail from home five days ago.

Aging no longer meant hands shaking with painful joints, no. It meant patience running out, kindness turning twisted, blood flowing cold, love burning cities.

It meant less time spent mulling over his daughter's words and more time spent criticizing her. Less hours lost in tranquil silence and more hours spent plotting against empires. Less thought spared for strangers and more thought put into how to use them. Less embraces warm with grass-stains and more embraces reeking of acid.

Less, less, less of himself. Damian has to wonder where his grandfather went, the man that loved Damian without it being at the cost of others. That loved him with a delicate love, like the first paintbrush he gave him, or the butterflies he perched on Damian's fingers. Not like a love that flowed like blood, settled thick, and used a boy as spare parts for Damian should his grandson be injured.

Aging meant a grandfather slowly losing himself to an inhuman sickness, a daughter watching over a different version of her father, and a grandson at odds with life and its opportunities, and death and its mercies.

Death changes you, Damian knows. Grandfather dies a little more every time he goes into those waters.

"Master Damian, are you alright?"

Damian has to wonder—well. Maybe he doesn't have to wonder.

"Pennyworth, could I ask you a difficult question?"

"Of course."

"As you get older—not you, specifically, rather people generally speaking—" Damian swallowed. He took a calming breath. "Is it natural to grow self-centered and care less about others? Or is that a quality that has nothing to do with aging?"

Alfred stopped polishing. He set down the plate. "Ah. I believe we grow more cynical, to an extent, as we age. That is natural. Growing self-centered, however, is not."

Damian looked down at his hands. So it was true, then, that Grandfather was not simply aging; he was troubled in his mind.

"If I may, Master Damian. What is it that begged the question?"

Damian's eyes snapped up. Alfred's polite indifference is the only thing that kept his eyes from flitting away. It would not be polite to speak with his eyes on the corner of the room. And maybe, perhaps, Alfred is impartial enough not to mind a subject as explosive as Damian's family.

"I was...thinking, is all. About Nanda Parbat and...Mother's side of the family." When nothing suggested disgust or apprehension in Alfred's calm demeanor, Damian continued. "In truth, I don't know if I should cut my ties with Grandfather."

"Oh, dear boy," Alfred breathed. He took a moment to think. "Do you care for him, Master Damian?"

Damian nodded, a slight tilt of his head.

"And does he care for you?"

"Yes."

"I wouldn't tell you to freely keep in touch as if he has never upset you. Nor could I, in good conscience, tell you to cut all ties with him."

Back to where he began, Damian's mind hurtled down the same thoughts. Too aware of the package upstairs in his room, under the bed, hidden as soon as he received it.

Alfred paused his anxiety when he laid a hand on his shoulder. He met Damian's eyes. "Why, losing all contact with a grandson is not something I would wish on any grandfather who loves his grandson."

He rolled the words around in his brain for a moment, the weight in them. The meaning behind them. Something pricked behind Damian's eyes. "Even if that grandfather is...difficult? Troubled?"

"Even then. Whatever decision you come to, you should remember that I shall be there for you, Master Damian. As will Master Bruce. And Masters Jason and Dick, I imagine.

"If you decide to keep in contact with your grandfather, he too should remember you are not alone."

And Damian had to wonder. Why was Ra's so afraid of aging? What is there to dislike about gentle lines radiating from the corners of eyes that smiled, gray rings around irises like halos, soft creases in a face that weathered life until one day it beheld one grandson, then two, then four?Damian returned the smile.

"Of course. Thank you, Pennyworth."

Upstairs, in his room, he reached into the darkness beneath his bed and pulled out the package he received five days ago. He swept away the fine layer of dust on the wooden chest. The same chest he saw in Grandfather's chambers so long ago. Small and innocuous on his nightstand, Damian had never paid it any mind. Funny how, as soon as it was mailed to him without explanation, it suddenly became the only thing on his mind.

He opened it for the first time.

And found a stack of the messy drawings of his five-year-old self. With the note: Cherish them as I do.

Damian swallowed the knot in his throat. He took out the note. He held it and stared. Maybe Grandfather wanted to do something pure and meaningful for Damian. Maybe the gesture had an ulterior motive, like tugging him back home. Damian didn't know.

Damian stowed the chest in his closet. He put the note in his nightstand drawer, beside Mother's photo. He laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling without seeing it.

Grandfather was reaching out his hand. A hand that tousled his hair many times, guided his grip on katanas and paintbrushes alike. A hand that held death in its palm, dripping acid and blood.

Will Damian reach back?

[wintersnwnderlnd]

Anyone else have really complex plot lines with C.ai that brings them to tears? No? Just me?

[zephyr-ro-emenki]

Random Batfam Headcanon's #27:

Nobody Owns the Trademark For the name Batman or any of the other Batfam Members.

Wayne Enterprise doesn't own the Trademark for 2 reasons. Firstly, because them owning the Trademark intrinsically ties themselves to Batman, claiming ownership over him, and that's something Bruce can't have as Batman is meant to be a Symbol for Gotham, not a property of WE. Secondly, because WE would have no use for owning the Batman Trademark in any form, so people would question why they bought the Trademark for it, and that would lead on a rabbit hole to who Batman truly is.

The Wayne Family itself doesn't own the Batman Trademark for the exact same reason as WE, it draws too much attention to them as being the actual Batfam.

And a major reason why nobody questions why nobody owns the Batman Trademark? Well, firstly, because they all assume that the Trademark is taken already. But secondly, Batman is a Cryptid that very few people outside of Gotham believe or know exists, and there's still a portion of Gotham after 20 years who don't believe Batman fully exists and isn't just a mass hallucination born from an Errant Scarecrow Attack or further poisoning of the water supply. They think Batman is just something that Parents invented to scare away their kids from committing crimes or forgetting to brush their Teeth. "Don't forget to brush your teeth or Batman is gonna drag you to Arkham Asylum!"

If anyone has ownership in some form of the Batman Name, it's Batburger. And even then they didn't Trademark the actual Batfam Members names, just some Batman themed Terms to use for products and their branding.

[archhamknight]

face references for everyone!

[v00do-d0ll]

Battinson is not meant to be pulling women. The movie explicitly says he’s rarely seen outside the manor, he hasn’t grown into that persona yet. That’s the entire point.

Sure maybe for RP’s Batman. But what about the other ones? Isn’t Bruce Wayne’s whole shtick to be a playboy? None of the actors casted as Bruce Wayne give that… at all

And even if they stated in RP’s Batman that he’s rarely seen outside the manor. He’s still supposed to have that beauty factor that draws ppl to Bruce Wayne, and he doesn’t give that.

Now I do understand that Battinson is very anti-social and I’m not asking them to take that away from him because I like Battinson. Give me a wet sad emo boy all day. Like 💋 muah chefs kiss 🤌🏽. It doesn’t negate the fact that Bruce Wayne is supposed to be swoon-worthy.