#Overprotective dick grayson

[lena-liam-00]

Alguien se acuerda el nombre del fanfic (ao3) donde un Dick más joven viaja al tiempo de Batman!Dick y se super frustra y no entiende porque es tan protector con Damian y esta así de: "Por qué eres así? Déjalo en paz!!"

Ayuda T-T

Someone remembers the name of the fanfic (ao3) where a younger Dick travels to the time of Batman!Dick and he gets super frustrated and doesn't understand why he's so protective of Damian and he's like, "Why are you like that? Leave him alone!"

Help T-T

Found it

[brokelifesstuff]

hey does anyone know any fan fics were nightwing is like crazy protective over his brothers like kill bad guys protective if so pls send names😭

[lapseinart]

I just think this is very funny

[graytodd]

Hiii! Can I plant an idea in your wonderful brain? the batfam pampering their pack omega 🤭🤭🤭👀👀

I honestly drew this panel twice; the first option didn't seem to fit your suggestion. I hope this is what you were hoping for, anon !♪

[6helpneeded9]

You guys know what everyone needs more of...

It overprotective Batfam. I know Bruce is not a good parent in some eyes, but guys let me have this.

Like they wont show it, but like as soon a some of the JL memders start getting... too close. That's when it could show, cuz look how cute it would be.

Superman: Have you been eating today Batman. This is like your seventh cup of coff-

Batman: Tea it's tea.

Superman: oh- okay, but you still need to eat

Nightwing: He ate. Why are you so worryed it's his body.

Red hood: Do you think were bad enough to not let our father eat. This is his health day he has to eat.

Superman: Batman has a health day? Good does he have a rest day? Or is it all the same day.

Nightwing, mumbles: We'er trying to have a rest day..

Red hood: Mind your fucking B-

Batman: Hood. Superman thank for worrying about me,but i think my kids have it under control.

Red hood,mumdles somthing: He dare doubt us...

Like is that so cute. It always warms my tiny heart, it makes it grow 10 times as big. Thus this might not be everyones cup of tea, but it mine and i'm proud.

[supermanshield]

This is just two dads and their son

World's finest #177

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

Bruce: We should stop worrying about Jason and let him lead his own life.

Dick:

Bruce:

Dick: Do you wanna follow him or should I?

Bruce: Let's both do it.

[littlefankingdom]

My hot take is that Bruce is not wrong for being wary/not full trusting the Teen Titans with Dick's safety.

There's a difference between trusting your kid's friends when they hangout, and trusting your kid's friends when they are fighting criminals and threats against the nation/the planet.

They are teenagers, not adults, they will make mistakes because they are learning, they are still growing. They can, because teenagers do that and it's normal, make a decision based solely on their emotions without realizing the larger and longer consequences. Like, go on AITA reddit and you can find a ton of posts from teenagers who, because they were hurt, said or did something back that was overkill and/or had worse consequences. How can Bruce be sure that none of these kids are going to refuse to help Dick, because they got in an argument earlier, and his boy will get harmed because of it?

Bruce can expect Diana and Clark to keep Dick safe and sound, but he cannot expect the same from kids. It's unfair to them and to him.

Of course, the teenagers are going to be mad at that, and maybe even hurt, but Bruce isn't wrong.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Calvin Rose finds a catatonic teenager roaming the streets and… well, the poor kid looks dead on his feet, and it’s raining cats and dogs, he can’t just leave him there.

And, it’s fine. He’s just passing through (can’t risk more with the Court still at large) and will be back on the road come morning. And he’ll sleep easier knowing he kept the kid from certain death.

So, really, how the hell did he end up with the very same kid riding shotgun and nagging him to turn up the radio to Phoebe Bridgers?

[luffyrose]

Dc x Dp Random Blurp #1

I know I've got more than one before this but these are the ones I probably won't ever write so feel free to take them and run with em-

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So we all know Dick (you can probably all guess that Dick and Jason are my fav bat kids with how much I talk about them lmao) has lotta trauma in general. In the general canon we all follow for like fics and stuff though, there's one thing I think most people don't put into their fics and stuff and I had an idea with Danny being kinda adopted/brother-napped by Dick involving it.

The thing?

Falling.

Someone he loves falling and he's not able to help. Sure he's spooked his family as a joke pretending to fall off things. But here's the thing, they all KNOW that they'll all find a way to catch themselves.

But what if Dick had gotten a harsh hit from whatever rogue decided to play whack-a-mole with the birds and when he saw a kid on the roof where they were fighting (idk why they're up there, ask the riddler or two face or whoever-) and his already slightly concussed brain starts to work overtime.

The kid is on a roof, which is already a bad sign! The kid looks kinda...strike that a LOT like Jason before he died? Even worse!

So when whatever stray attack ends up sending the kid tumbling over the edge, Dick is literally milliseconds behind him. It's not a tall roof, and even if Danny was a full human, he likely wouldn't have suffered too badly from the fall if he didn't land completely wrong.

Probably.

Reason Danny isn't flying? Something triggered his fight or flight and his body chose to freeze this time, falling did not help that. Maybe it's the Joker doing all this, we love clown trauma.

Either way, Dick is oh so quickly grabbing this random kid who he can only register as Tiny Jason he had failed to be a good big brother tm too, and is literally just taking the impact of the fall in favor of ensuring Danny didn't get hurt AT ALL.

Danny is now emotionally attached whether he likes it or not because hey! A random hero saved him and is still hugging him and he feels like safety, so he will cling on just as hard, and no Jazz! He definitely isn't crying-

Dick refuses to let go of the kid, muttering apologies to Jason, which the others are pretty quick to realize why when they see the kid's face. It's a whole mess. Partially because they have a delirious Dick who won't let go of this random child and said child hisses at them when they try to get him off just as much.

For a lil extra spice you could make it that Danny and Jason are related somehow and Jason upon seeing the kid both KNOWS they're similar and recognizes him as his kid brother and is just like "Oh god- oh god he's alive(questionable) and traumatized(definitely)-"

[kittykate23]

A reminder that I have never touched a comic in my life

Still love the batfam tho

[lothirielswandc]

GOOD EASILY FADES AWAY [VILLAIN, Ch. II)

Read on AO3 here!

Finally given room to breathe, Damian returned to his position at Raven’s side. He placed a gentle hand at her lower back. “Mother, this is my Raven.”

Bruce Wayne coughed into his elbow.

“That escalated quickly,” Selina muttered into her wine glass. “Alfred, be a dear and top this off.”

“Only if you save some for me, Miss Kyle.”

Selina and Alfred both watched with the rapt attention of opera attendees as Talia looked between Damian and Raven. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Raven said. “Damian’s told me a lot about you.”

“I would hope so.” Those similar jade eyes drifted back to Damian. Then to Raven. 

Raven prodded ever so slightly with spectral senses at Talia’s emotions. She felt absolutely nothing from her. The underlying love and adoration Talia felt for Damian had a strong presence in the room. But there was nothing else. No hint of annoyance or delight. Like Talia was only made of logic. 

It should’ve been a comfort to Raven, not to have her senses overwhelmed with every single person in the room, but a new wariness rose. Being an empath had its rare perks. She could sense things in conversation that others couldn't. Raven had no idea what irritated Talia, what she liked…

“I have something for you. Come,” Talia gestured languidly with her arm, a movement that rivaled the sleekness of a raindrop gliding down skin. Talia danced to her seat. There was no word close enough to describe her inhumanly-fine grace.

“Why is she seated at the head of the table in your house?” Selina hissed to Bruce.

“She’s only in town for the evening. She’ll be gone soon. Just let her do what she wants.”

“Last time you did that, she drugged you and forced you into conceiving that,” Selina’s gaze slipped toward Damian. They glared daggers at one another. 

Bruce sighed, “You won't let that go, will you?”

“Alfred! More wine!”

Alfred sprinted to the rescue, uncorking a new bottle. Raven and Damian stood across from Bruce and Selina, about to sit down.

“I was hoping she’d sit by me, beloved,” Talia said.

Raven and Damian exchanged a look. Bruce audibly gulped. 

“Okay,” Raven said, ignoring the intensity of the room as she moved over one. Damian seated her before taking the chair across from Selina. 

“Damian told me you were incredibly well-read. I thought you might appreciate these,” Talia set a stack of three hardcover books on the table, tied with a green bow. “Excuse the plainness, I’m not much of a gift wrapper.”

“No, her expertise is chloroform and handcuffs,” said Selina, rolling her eyes.

Alfred moved to fill Selina’s wine glass. Bruce raised a hand, “We’ll take a break for now, Alfred.”

“Thank you,” Raven ignored their exchange and undid the bow to her gift. She studied the golden inscription along the spines. 

“They’re some of the rarest novels from my father’s library. Ra’s had some collections delivered directly from Alexandria’s Library,” Talia said proudly. 

Damian peeked over Raven’s shoulder at the titles. They exchanged a small glance. Raven begged him silently not to open his mouth.

“They’re lovely,” Raven said. 

Talia’s acute awareness of her son was uncanny. “Something on your mind, beloved?”

Raven’s hands curled into her napkin beneath the table. When this is over, we’re establishing new pet names. 

“She’s read all of those already,” Damian said quietly. 

“Ah,” Talia leaned back in her chair.

“It’s a wonderful gift. I enjoyed them very much — it’s nice to have physical copies,” Raven said. 

“Yes. Perhaps you can visit me and we’ll look at Ra’s books together,” Talia said. Something Raven couldn't identify seeped into Talia’s tone. “I only wish I had met you sooner. It would’ve been nice to show you Damian’s home.”

“My home is here.” Damian said. His hand found Raven’s knee beneath the table. “You decided long ago that it was best for me to stay with father.” 

Talia’s mouth opened right as the double doors burst. 

“ ‘Ello, Batsy!” John Constantine bounded into the room with a bottle of champagne under each arm. His boyfriend, Nanue, was on his left, Zatanna Zatara on his right.

Zatanna gasped as soon as she saw Raven. She skirted the table to swoop down for a hug. “Look at you! Your hair looks so pretty —! You look so cute in bangs. Someone might mistake us as mother and daughter!”

Zee’s soft laugh filled the uncomfortable silence of the room along with John’s loud voice and Nanaue’s thundering footsteps. John’s eyes met Raven’s as he set the champagne down, suddenly seeming to read the frostiness of the room.

“Little stiff in here, eh?” Constantine nudged Selina with an elbow. Raven could’ve sworn she heard a hiss. 

“These are your parents…?” Talia’s voice cut clearly across the noise.

Raven’s brain was already tongue-tied, trying to map out the answer to the question.

Zatanna turned away from Raven. “Oh! You’re Talia, it’s so nice to see you again! We met after one of my performances, didn't we? Bruce took you —”

“Of course he did,” Selina muttered. She uncorked one of the champagne bottles with a batarang. A vein was showing on Bruce’s forehead.

Talia’s slender finger pointed at Zatanna. “You’re the magician. The entertainer. Ah, yes, I remember you. You specialized in making elephants float.”

“She can do a lot more than that, love,” John winked. The sound of a chair groaning across the floor followed as John dragged it to the head of the table, wedging himself between Raven and Talia. It was hard for Raven to discern why John would sit there of all places, but he usually found himself directly in the line of fire, anyway. 

“Selina, always a delight! Damian! You look as yummy as ever!” Nanaue licked his rows of razor-sharp teeth. 

Damian shuddered and looked away. Bruce raised his empty wine glass, “Alfred?”

“Coming, Master Bruce.”

“What are those?” John flipped open one of the books Talia had given Raven. “Oh, Alexandria’s stuff, yeah? I have the real copies at the House.”

“Excuse me?” Talia said. Her perfectly-curved eyebrows knit together like knives clashing.

“Yeah. Couple of fake copies out in the world. You can tell these three are some of them due to the binding on the spines,” John shrugged.

When he saw Raven’s look of disdain, his head turned slightly to the side. Raven could hear the gears clicking in his brain. “Oh, bollocks! It’s gift-giving time! We have something for Demon Boy, don't we —? Zee, Nan, stop flirting with the teenage boy.”

“We’re not!” The two said. 

Both hovered over Damian. Zee’s hand was on Damian’s bicep, “Wow, that is authentic.”

“And he smells like a sweet potato pie!” Nanaue chuckled.

Bruce said, “Alfred, more wine.”

“I’m afraid we’re out, sir.” 

“...Damn.” the strong, well-collected Batman pouted over his empty wine glass.

“We’ve got something for the Demon Boy, alright,” John Constantine stood, “Follow me, Baby Bat.”

John strolled along the table to the large french windows lining one of the walls. Damian looked at Raven as if to say, do I have to? before standing upright. 

Damian joined the dark arts master at the windowsill. The windows looked out at the pure black night — but some red still bled along the tips of the sky. 

Damian’s back grew rigid.

“What is that?” he said.

Constantine smiled, but it wasn't a true, happy smile. It was his mocking, I’m-being-an-ass-and-I-know-it smile.

“Your present. From me, to you. I heard you’re into hellspawn,” Constantine said.

Raven shoved her napkin aside. The exuberant feelings wafting off of Constantine worried her. She briskly made her way towards them, “John —”

A loud roar came from outside. The building shook. Glasses rattled (there were many empty wine bottles on the table now, courtesy of Bruce and Selina). Dust hissed from a ceiling crevice. 

Steel shrieked in the air. 

“What have you done?” Talia said. When Raven looked back, Damian’s mother had drawn a long sword. She stood on the table.

“So dramatic,” Selina rolled her eyes. “Could’ve at least chosen one with a hilt that matched your dress. Some thought into an outfit goes a long way.”

Raven reached the windowsill. The sight before her almost coaxed a scream from her lips. The reddened sky wasn't from the sunset — it was fire . 

Flames spouted from a massive dragon bat destroying the grounds. It pounced on the shrubs cut into animals and left the grass scorching. Its long claws scarred the ground. Crimson-leathery wings stretched outward, fanning the flames.

Raven’s fingers clenched the windowpane with a grip so tight it hurt. She looked back to Damian’s face — her breath caught in her throat. A look of wonder crossed Damian’s face. There was a small smile on his lips. 

“I like him.” 

Raven looked back and forth between the smoldering lawn and the flames reflected in her boyfriend’s eyes. 

“You want to keep him?” Raven said.

Damian’s nod was slow. He was still transfixed by the beast.

Constantine chuckled to himself.

Raven shot him a glare. Why would he give Damian anything at all? Raven didn't mention gifts. Constantine had already voiced his hatred of Damian Wayne. So why —?

“Go on, say hi,” Constantine urged.

Damian raced to the far right window and threw it open. A precarious rope swayed before him. He took hold and slipped down the building.

“Who put that rope there?” Bruce said. 

Alfred shifted from one foot to another. “You have a lot of rebellious children, Master Bruce. Perhaps someone wanted to ignore a curfew…”

Raven and Talia reached the window at the same time. She gripped her sword tight. 

“This is what happens when I leave my habibti in the hands of his father,” Talia growled. 

Constantine’s laughter continued. Raven turned to him and the full-out grin on his face.

“Why would you…?” Raven paused. A sick, disgusting answer dawned on her.

No. That can't be true. That’s insane. 

And incredibly hilarious.

Raven ignored her father’s voice in her head. She took a step towards Constantine.

“You didn't.” she said. 

“Uhuh.” John was still smirking.

“I can't believe you!” A crack jutted up the glass window between them as Raven’s voice rose.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Raven closed the distance between them until only inches remained between John’s face and hers. “You hate my boyfriend so much you tried to kill him?”

Damn. I think this is the one time I’m rooting for that glorified quack of a magician.

SHUT UP! 

“Kill is a strong word. Scare, maim perhaps —” Constantine’s tone remained nonchalant, and that angered her more.

“You can’t respect my decision to be with him?” Raven snapped. The house shook once more, but not from the demon bat outside.

“Respect the decision of a teenager? Boy, never thought you to be the delusional type, love,” Constantine said.

“And I suppose your bold move to threaten Batman’s son is completely logical.”

Constantine sighed. He slapped his hands over his eyes and slowly dragged them down, stretching his face. “Oi, kids are a headache. Look, love. You come from the realm of magic, monsters, and mayhem. Baby Bat deserves to know —”

Raven interrupted him. “He already does! We were in my head a month ago, for Azar’s sake!”

Constantine shook his head. Zatanna approached them. She shot a scowl at Constantine that faded into an uneasy expression.

“Unleashing a demon bat on Robin was dumb, John. But…you do have a point,” Zee looked at Raven. Her unspoken apology was written in her blue-gray eyes.

Raven’s eyes darted between them. Zatanna didn't simply remain in John Constantine’s life. A moment when John held Zatanna’s hand once in Raven’s head flashed across her mind.

“Funny. You’re judging my romantic partners when a lot could be said about yours.” Raven said.

Constantine’s face filled her vision. His voice lowered to a threatening timber. “Don't go there, love. You’ll regret that.”

“Like I’ll regret asking you here tonight?”

“By the gods,” Talia’s plea cut them off.

Everyone’s gaze trickled back to the window. All warmth left Raven. She had let her attention stray from Damian. He was strong. But could he hold off a huge, fire-breathing monster —?

Raven and Constantine looked out the window together, frozen.

“What the bloody fuck.”

The dragon bat pounded the ground with its claws. Dirt went flying in all directions. Its eyes were intent on the massive branch in Damian’s hand. 

When he threw it, the beast trampled what little stood in the gardens. Its footsteps boomed like thunder. The demon bat jumped in midair, leather wings slapping the air as a mouth full of massive teeth clamped on the stick —

“What do you know? He really hits it off with hellspawn!” Constantine said, amazed.

Raven and Zatanna glared at him. Zee shook her head at him, “When this night is over, we’re taking a parenting class.”

Selina approached the window with her empty glass of wine. She skimmed the destruction outside with little care. A cruel smile came to her lips as she looked over at Talia, gaping as her son played fetch with the giant monster. 

“Books seem like a pretty lame gift now,” said Selina.

Talia sighed. “I knew I should’ve given her the cursed swords instead…”

Bruce banged his head against the table in the background.

Damian waved at the broken dinner party from the ground. The demon bat charged towards him and sat by his side, drooling over the tree branch.

Damian’s eyes met Raven’s, “Rachel — this is our child now! Come meet Goliath!”

— O U T S I D E   T H E   D I N I N G   R O O M —

The Batfamily lingered outside the door to the dining room, stuffing hands into their mouths to muffle laughter.

“You think we should call for help?” said Tim from his hiding spot behind the drapes. 

Jason Todd snickered as he studied the new hellscape of a lawn. “I like the drunk magician’s style. They’re gonna be dope-ass in-laws!”

“Do you think we should go and help them?” Stephanie asked. 

The Batkids looked at one another.

“Nah. They’re fine.”

Jason glanced over at Dick, “Hey, Dildo. If I order Doordash, will Demon Boy’s new pet chase the delivery guy?”

“There are women present, Todd. Clean up your language,” Cass said. “And order some ice cream, we’re out.”

Read on AO3 here!

[cucuxumusu]

Okay, but little vampire!Bruce, who saw his parents get brutally killed by humans, and religion and torches. Who, terrified, decides to retire from society to this old mansion with his butler, and for years he trains to be stronger and prepared in case he is attacked again, and generaly distrust and hates humans.

Vampire Bruce who years later still adopts little vampire!Dick and Jason who had also been abused by humans, and are on the verge of death. Who teaches them how cruel and evil human can be, how they can never trust them, and how to defend themselves.

And then, one day, little Dick mets Clark, the farmboy on the nearby mountain.

At first it's just curiosity. Dick sneaks out to assess the enemy, but Clarks keeps doing interesting thing and Dicks is a noisy boy. Eventually Clark finds about the little gremlin spying on him, and thinking he is just some boy from the village, he decides to gain his trust with treats, and by letting him pet Krypto. Dick is still distrusting thanks to his past and Bruce teachings, but eventually, they warm up to one another.

The problem is that Dick keeps sneaking out more and more, and eventually Bruce follow him and finds out what he has his son so fascinated. Hell breaks lose when he finds out. Dick is grounded for the rest of eternity, and Bruce goes on overprotective mode for several weeks, screaming at them, and watching over them, and even little Jason starts to get terrified.

Dick however doesn't give up, he likes Clark and keeps on defending the guy and throwing tantrums so he can go see him again. The drama escalates to the point that Bruce decides to pay a visit to the human to prove a point to Dick.

A day latter he sneaks upon Clark in full vampire regalia. He is coming out of shadows, his eyes are glowing red, he is prowling menacing towards him, and his expresión is terrifying. A nightmare come alive to prove a point.

And of course the farmboy screams terrified at his aparition, and punches him right in his face.

[phoenixkaptain]

Random Teen Titans thoughts.

The Brave and the Bold #54 has a few great moments, but my favourites are:

-Batman says he guesses he can spare Robin for a little bit

-Aqualad gets a letter via eels bringing him a message in a bottle

-the villains name is Brom Stikk. His grandfather or whatever (Jacob Stikk) told the people of the town that they could have the land if they paid him and all of his descendants one passenger pigeon feather every year. They never explain why he asked for this

-Robin comments that passenger pigeons have been extinct since 1913. Robin just knows this very specific piece of information

-Aqualad and Kid Flash have an ongoing little rivalry, but Robin does not care about any comments made about him. They question his competency, and he says nothing. They tell him they were wrong in the end, and he says nothing. He is just vibing

-Robin, to reach the villain, drives a fire truck out of the station, extends the ladder, and precariously balances at the very top of it while fighting a man who made it rain fire. I’m on the fence as to whether or not the truck was still moving as he did this

-the villain floods the town, despite one of his opponents being AQUALAD. Aqualad manages to stop the town from flooding, but does so by getting a narwhal to bore a hole through the cement to reach the sewage system and by god I wish I was making this up

The Brave and the Bold #60:

-Prof. Holmes and his comedically oversized syringe

-the villain is called the Separated Man. He is a giant who can separate his body parts. Prof. Holmes made the serum and accidentally made it so that the serum turns you evil

-the comedically oversized ear that somehow manages to eavesdrop on them, I assume by hiding behind the rock that is smaller than it

-the Separated Man goes underwater, but Robin does not give the comedically large syringe of anti-serum to Aqualad, who could presumably swim down, inject the anti-serum, and swim back up. Robin does it himself. I don’t understand why

-the comic ends with the teens of the town (plus the Teen Titans and Prof. Holmes) riding back to town on surfboards. Prof. Holmes is riding on Aqualad’s shoulders, made all the funnier by the fact that Aqualad is so tiny. Wonder Girl rides back on Prof. Holmes’ son’s shoulders. Kid Flash, we can assume, is also riding someone’s shoulders, but whoever he’s on is out of frame

-Robin is riding on a T-posing young man’s shoulders. This fills me with questions. I have zero answers

[aleks-norward]

Heeeeeey, I have completed my one-shot story of Dick Grayson! I struggled with writing these past 6 months, but this story I wrote like in a day. Last time I wrote in such speed I was still in middle school☹️. If you like teen!Dick and Bruce’s father/son dynamic, overprotective and fatherly Bruce and fluffy beginning that will definitely continue into a terrifying middle act… This is a story for you!🙂

Synopsis: Dick Grayson had no idea that the role of Hamlet in the Gotham Academy school play was something of a family tradition in the Wayne lineage. Only finding out after receiving the role, Dick must now not disgrace his father's name before the entire city elite. But what brought Ra’s al Ghul premiere of the school production? And why was he so interested in talking to Dick specifically?

[dark-dragon-8]

[This actually made me laugh]

Jason: *to tim* I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. I guess it’s because of work an’ shit

Tim: *unphased* uh huh.

Dick: *walking in* hey guys, what’s up?

Tim: *sniggering* Jason’s been having trouble sleeping because of work.

Jason: What the fuck are you laughin-

Dick: You’re having trouble sleeping little wing?! Oh no! *opening his arms wide* If you’re having trouble, come sleep with your Big Brother! I’ll take care of ya 💕

Jason who has a mommy kink and a massive big brother complex on Dick: *insanely turned on* fuck…

Tim: *glaring daggers of promised murder and violence at Jason* *whispering* Don’t. You. Dare.

Jason-petty ass-Todd: …you know what dick, I think I’ll take you up on that!

Tim, lunging out of his chair at him: YOU MOTHERFU-