#Grayson concept

[marskiiii]

TOOK FOREVER BUT SOOOOOO WORTH IT!

aka mY IDEAL BATFAM UNIVERSE TYVMUCHBYEEE

[neuro-psyche]

I think Dick and Jason would have multiple “what the actual fuck are you saying right now” with Tim and Damian when it comes to quality of life/monetary differences. Sure, Dick and Jason got used to Bruce’s “is $100 a good enough tip on a $30 bill?” shit, but hearing Tim talking about a new laptop he bought for $5000 literally is like a punch in the gut.

If they ever went on a cruise (which they totally wouldn’t because cruises are floating death traps), Jason and Dick would be in awe of the fancy amenities, where as Damian would be unsatisfied with the quality, since he grew up with every single amenity known to man. Tim would just feel like it’s all normal since the Drake’s were extravagant and travelled all over the planet.

Jason : My bedroom is bigger than my fucking apartment.

Dick : I could do a full gymnastics routine with the space in my room.

Tim :

Dick :

Tim : My room is normal sized…

Jason : You grew up in a mega mansion. I hardly think you’re the benchmark of a normal room-

Damian : I must agree with Drake. This room is frankly underwhelming.

Dick, staring wildly at him : What do you mean underwhelming- Dames there’s an aquarium wall in your room.

Damian : Yes. Underwhelming.

Jason :

Dick :

Jason : Do you want to-

Dick : Jump off the boat? Yes.

[nemoredraw]

Family photo

Concept art about my Batfamily ☺️🙏 please don’t be rude.

[theerurishipper]

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Masterpost

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick: Happy Chrismis!

Damian: What is Happening.

Tim: Is Chrismimth.

Damian: what are you fools-

Steph: Merry Crisis!

Damian: Father, they have lost their minds.

[All four stare at Bruce expectantly]

Bruce, sighing: Merry Crysler.

[feyburner]

Guess who got hit with a de-aging beam 👍🏻

Page one text:

Dick: Let’s see, you’ve met ✨me✨, Duke, Dami, Al… who else is around…

Dick: Oh hey! It’s Jason!

Jason: Uh.

Timmy: Jason………. Todd?

Dick: That’s right!! (Wow, good memory!)

Jason: Hi.

Dick: T-TIM?!

*

Bonus:

[snoozyfruit]

🌙🪽✨✨

[jaythes1mp]

The Incident

Before the incident, you were no one special. 

Growing up, your family belonged to the middle class, your mother a waitress and your father a construction worker. You were an only child, raised by your grandmother from a very young age, as your parents were young and unfit to care for you. Choosing to spend their time working and partying with their friends rather than looking after their baby.

You hadn’t gotten into any of the colleges in your area, so you resulted in making a basic wage by working dual jobs. Saving up just enough money for some scrappy apartment on the outskirts of Gotham.

One afternoon, just before you were able to clock out of another grooly ten-hour shift, six masked women had smashed through the front windows, raiding the store.

The back room was dimly lit, with only a couple dusty desk lamps shedding any kind of light. You were shoved to the ground and forced to sit amongst the other victims while the women gathered whatever they came for. One of them, presumably the leader, began to count the people they had captured, when she stopped and took notice of you. It was the luck of the draw, really. 

You were terrified, practically trembling as the barrel was shoved up against your temple, the hard shove against your front being the only warning to move. 

You don’t remember much after that. Seeing four of the infamous masked fighters coming to rescue your fellow workers and subdue the other robbers. You, however, weren’t as lucky.

Just as the blunt edge of Robin’s katana was slammed into the side of the woman’s weapon, a shot rang out, echoing throughout the walls. 

The weapon was knocked to the ground by the force, completely out of her reach, and she was wrestled to the ground by the vigilantes.

You’re not sure why you fell, but everything suddenly felt warm.

As the room around you grew dizzy, your head spinning from the impact, the world around you felt like it was slowly fading, blurring and darkening at the edges of your vision. The ground was growing sticky beneath you at a rapid rate, turning dark as the deep red liquid began to seep and pour out around you like a spreading fire.

You remember all four of the vigilantes rushing towards you, their faces twisted into panicked masks unlike anything you had ever seen, not even the one time when you had broken your arm as a child. They were more worried than your father would have been at the thought of you dead. 

Oh... I’m dying.

You wanted to chuckle at how absurd it was. You were barely twenty four, and here you were, lying on the cold, dirty floor of a back room, shot through the chest. 

Fuck, my chest hurts.

A deep, shaky breath left your lips, watching as the last few moments of your life were spent looking at the frantic and worried faces of Gotham's heros.

You weren’t sure why they were so devastated. They had all seen death before, first hand. You shouldn't have been any different. There was nothing special about you. You were just an average, worthless citizen, no friends, a shitty job, and an even shittier apartment.

Your hand moved to the hole in your chest, a pained scream ripping through your lips, your eyes squeezed shut.

Then it all went black.

Or.. at least it should have.

Instead, you woke up. 

Gasping frantically for air, you looked around, your heart racing. The looks of the worried teens around you were inconsequential.

Your hands flew to your chest, clawing at the covered skin, looking for the bullet wound that had once been there. It's gone…

A deep, shaky breath left your lips, a relieved sigh following right after.

Then, you finally looked up to meet the eyes of your tenth grade literature teacher.

After the incident, you had found yourself flung back nine years into the past. However, this time, things were different from how you remember them to be.

Now, a cocky, billionaire’s son was claiming to be your best friend, your neighbours, who you vaguely remember having been old, crabby couples, were now completely different. Your old friends were nowhere to be found, And the ever prevalent vigilantes in Gotham seemed almost obsessed with you.

This is a slightly over-detailed synopsis.

I created this idea while I was working on chapter three for Here, Kitty.

If you’d like me to make this drabble into full chapters, then please reblog, comment, or message me. If it gets no interaction then I will understand that it was a shit concept and drop it. If not, then I have a lot of ideas for how the plot will spiral, and a potential twist-ending.

IF anyone was interested in it, then it would include both the BatFamily and SuperFamily, as yanderes.

Thank you for reading through all of this, lovely readers💚 Feel free to send in any suggestions or questions!!

[greenapplebling]

(kid)Tim: *suddenly feeling an impulse to do something*

Tim, looking at Dick: ...

Dick, distracted with his phone: ... Tim? What-

Tim, with his teeth attached to Dick's arm:

Dick:

Tim:

Dick: That's not how you bite someone

[mysterycitrus]

if i was given like thirty seconds to have a psychic convo with the next writer for nightwing i would hold them by the ears and force them to stare at this single page

it isn’t really the context for this page but it’s still so important. nightwing as a character — for as much as he’s a lynchpin and the vital supportive backbone of every hero under forty — should never ever forget the people he lives down the hall from, the civilians he works with, the regulars he sees on the subway. please reconnect him with his roots. please don’t forget his civilian supporting cast. stop making him a disengaged billionaire and give him some real gd problems to give a shit about

[incorrectbatfamandfriends]

Dick: As your favorite sibling-

Tim: That’s Helena.

Dick: She’s a cousin at best. As you’re favorite legally related sibling-

Tim: That’s Cass.

Dick: As your favorite Brother-

Tim: That’s Duke.

Dick: As your favorite OLDER brother-

Tim: That’s Jason.

Dick: I never tried to kill you.

Tim: In this life no-

[marskiiii]

dick's been thru some stuff....

also,,, is it canon that dick has a stuffed elephant doll named after zitka...? or is that fanon?

[acid-ixx]

(12/31/24) — dc masterlist

ft. platonic/romantic! yandere characters x gn! reader

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01. — again &. again

(platonic! yandere batfam x gn! neglected reader x romantic! yandere conner kent)

02. — brutus

(again &. again villain au! inspired by arcane) (under construction)

03. — a loving family, an unpalatable desire

(romantic! yan bruce wayne w/ platonic yan! batfam x gn! spouse reader x romantic! yan clark kent w/ platonic yan! superfam)

04. — like him

(platonic! yan al-ghuls x gn! reader x platonic! yan batfam) (uc/discontinued; to be rewritten)

✮ — ONESHOTS, DRABBLES, &. ASKS !

01. — platonic! yan batfam x gn! chronically ill reader

02. — romantic! yan jason

03. — lovefool ; the cardigans ; (yandere! dc characters x gn! reader) ; #series: lovefool

01. — main fic.

02. — socialite! reader.

04. — to you, my greatest passion ; (platonic! yan batfam x gn! traumatized reader)

01. — main fic.

02. — family in every universe.

03. — willing victim trope.

05. — planned fanfics for the future

01. — main link.

02. — poll one.

03. — poll two.

06. — operation dominion ; (yandere! dc characters x gn! isekai'd reader)

01. — concept.

07. — no pain, no gain, right?

01. — main fic.

02. — more concept ideas.

[ivysangel]

No thoughts, head empty, only this one:

Dick + baby fever + jealous + mating press = well hello bed, I love you, lmao

Thinking about male manipulator!dick who begs you to let him hit it raw. He's in your ear saying, "It feels so much better, baby," and "But, if you loved me," whispering all the reasons why you should toss the condoms this time.

You give in, insisting that he at least pulls out, telling him that you're not on birth control and you don't want any surprises. He gives you a phony promise that he won't pull anything and subtly nods his head at your words before finding his way inside you.

His body is pressed to yours, legs over his shoulders as he keeps you folded in half with the sheer weight of his body. Your fingernails leave bright streaks of red down his back, the type of open wound he can't get enough of, and your orgasm reaches its peak as his hips start stuttering. He's close.

"Lemme fill you up, baby," he groans, "Don't you want it?" his pace falters, deep calculated strokes now much more shallow and sporadic. "Come on, I know you do."

Bleary-eyed and in a state of delirium, you nod your head, and he's quick to take his chance before you change your mind. His final stroke hits you deep. Cock twitching inside of you as warm streams of cum fill you up, the complete opposite of what you'd initially wanted.

He's still inside you when he starts placing soft kisses on your face, calling you his pretty girl, and saying how much he loves you. "You'll pick up a plan b in the morning, right?" you ask, and he gives you another phony promise as he gently fucks his cum in deeper.

[ky-landfill]

It's not your fault, baby bird.

[cricket-moth]

NEED a fic where batman and superman have been working together for years already and then come together with the justice league

and this is fine and chill and yeah they’re the world’s finest, what more can you say. maybe they’re in a relationship or a situationship or something in between. and then one day Little Baby Robin Dick Grayson shows up with his bats.

Itty Bitty Sunshiney Child with a brightly colored outfit AND a pension for ruthlessness? holy shit this is batman and superman’s son wow. don’t know how that happened but oh well, not the strangest thing they’ve seen this week.

they all call him “your boy” or “your Robin” and neither man blinks an eye at this. half the time they says, “go ask your father,” he runs to kal. and there’s no way that kid can move like that without some kind of gravity distortion akin to superman.

until SOMEONE asks something STUPID and maybe it all ends up with this being dick’s long term plan to get his fathers, in fact, together.