#This is based off my fic about Baby Damian

[lunewolf13]

I mentally had this conversation in my mind. Based off my Damian joins the Batfam really early fic:

Interveiwer: What's the first thing you do when you publicly reveal you have recently acquired a three year old?

a) Park

b) Zoo

c) Shopping

d) Take over the world

e) Other

Bruce chooses e.

Bruce: I took him to the doctor.

"Why not to the park?" The interviewer would ask. "Or the zoo? Somewhere to celebrate and spend time with your new son?

Bruce: Because the thought of him getting sick and suffering from the flu or chicken pox upsets me so viscerally that I have to suppress the urge to wrap him in bubble wrap and bring him to the pediatrician just so they can confirm to me he's perfectly healthy.

Interviewer:

Interviewer: Aren't those normal childhood illnesses though?

Bruce: Clearly you've never had nightmares of all the people you care about dying in front of you.

Interviewer: ...We're taking a ten minute break.

[zweetpea]

Mrs. “Wayne”

Content warning: Swears, Arranged Marriage, talks of having an heir, Mentions of Bruce’s Affairs, Nightwing x Starfire mentioned

Based on this since no one else has done it (or at least not that I've seen...)

BTW guys if you want to write something based off something I write I ask that you tag me in it. (Unless it's like a broad thing... like if you see my post about Bruce bringing home a girl that he met and married that day then write a fic around that idea I ask that you credit me, but if you see my Yandere Bruce x reader and decide to make a "baby fever! Bruce x reader" that's more general so I don't think it would be fair of me to ask for credit.)

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"Honey I know you're angry with us but it's what’s best for you. He's the richest man in the country." Your mother fixed your veil.

"He's a whore. And what's worse is that he doesn't even consider how it even affects his kids. I just picks up orphans off the street like they're lucky pennies or a 20 dollar bill for him." You grimaced.

"You know what a..." She sounded appalled. "20 dollar bill is? Oh how I've failed you as a mother."

"Don't be so dramatic." You rolled your eyes.

"Are you ready to go?" Your father entered into the private room. "You look beautiful Princess."

"Thanks dad."

"Come on." He grabbed your hand as you grabbed the bouquet. You wrapped your arm around his as you two walked down the isle to your soon-to-be husband, Bruce "Brucie" Wayne.

You looked down through the entire ceremony, up until the Vows. Brucie's were short and sweet. "We may not know each other too well but I swear to be loyal, thoughtful, and truthful through our entire marriage." At which you heard a faint snort from the front row. You slightly glance over and see a young man a few years younger than you trying to hold laughter, his white streak bobbing as he shook with laughter. Brucie's glaring at him.

You turned back to your inevitable spouse and said your vows. "I promise to stand by your side in all your endeavors, even if that means adopting 10 more orphans you pick up from the streets like they were stray cats." You said in a monotonous voice.

You two finish off the ceremony with the standard ceremonial officiator speach.

"Do you Bruce Wayne take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do."

He turns to me. "Do you-"

"I do." You cut him off. Surprising everyone with how forward that was. Some whispers were heard amongst the crowd, undoubtedly calling you a gold digger for being so eager to get this ceremony over with.

"Well at least she's eager! That's almost gotta ensure this marriage lasts right?" The officiator jokes to ease the tension. "If anyone objects to this marriage please speak now or forever hold your peace." The same young man who was laughing held up his hand but it was pushed down by a man about your age sitting next to him. "Then you may now kiss the bride."

You and your new husband shared a chaste kiss before you ran down the isle and out to the limo. And after a short drive you made it to the spot where you were scheduled to take your wedding photos and have the reception.

The reception was void of life, stuffy, like all those galas your parents forced you to attend. Hopefully this didn't end up like one of the incidents of Brucie flirting with milfs, sticking his tongue down a young squeezes throat, or twerking on ice sculptures.

Eventually Brucie takes you over to the loudest table in the place. "Wifey, these are my kids and co. Dick my oldest, the trouble maker who laughed during the ceremony is Jason, my oldest daughter Cass, the middles Stephanie and Tim, and Damian my youngest. Then there's Barbara Commissioner Gordons daughter, and our newest member of our family Duke."

"I'm the only blood child." Damian points out.

"Let's hope debauchery isn't hereditary."

Jason bursts out laughing at that. "I like her already."

"Really? Cause I had to hold your hand like a toddler during the ceremony to keep you from throwing a tantrum like a toddler." Dick points out.

"Can you blame me Dickie. She's your age. If anyone should be having a hissy fit it's you. Well you and maybe Babs."

"But we're not. So can't you be mature about this."

"I think Todd's lack of manners have become more acceptable considering what she said. Now it stands out less. Congrats Todd, you're now the family's second biggest embarrassment." Damian rolled his eyes.

"Haha" You laughed sarcastically. "What are you stray cats fighting over anyway that has you so rowdy? Someone throw out a can on anchovies?"

"No we're just excited to have a new Mom." Dick smiled at you.

"Oh looks like my new Father-in-law is calling me over for some business talk. I'll be back, Wifey. You just stay here and mingle." Your husband walks away and you turn back to the Brucie bunch.

"I know you guys probably don't like me or find it weird that I'm so close to your guys ages. Do me a favor and just put up with me for say five to ten years." They looked at you confused so you elaborate. "Brucie and I signed a prenup that if I asked for a divorce I'd get nothing. But give it a few years and he'll find a new fling. They'll get caught and he'll ask for a divorce to save his image. Don't worry I'll only ask for at most a million. Standard sum for a celebrity of his caliber."

Damian glares at you. "You skank."

"I'm being realistic. As a woman in high society you get to be a man's pretty young thing till you're 40. By then you've either started your own multi-million dollar business or you're the divorced crone who can't do any better. Most relationships of this caliber are shams held together by pool boys and secretaries. Or the few lucky ones that got married for love instead of PR."

"Bruce isn't like that." Tim defends.

"Oh please. I've seen him go to a date with a woman and leave with two completely different women than the woman he arrived with." You rolled your eyes

"Maybe when he was younger, but he's changed." Duke stood up to confront you.

"It's nothing personal kids, it's just business. I don't care if that's how he chooses to live his life. I won't be around much to see it anyway, I'm going to be rather busy." You shrugged, seemingly above it all.

"Busy with what?" Cass glared.

"Trading stocks and such, preparing for the inevitable divorce. Maybe I'll go sponsor some artists or a theatre production if I'm bored. I don't know, but what I can tell you is that it's coming." You turn around to walk away and see Brucie already flirting with another woman. "And from the looks of it, it's coming sooner than we could've ever guessed." You smirked, feeling vindicated. The rest of them looked on in horror.

After the reception you two left on a rather uneventful honeymoon. The private villa was garish and gaudy. It felt like a petty excuse to flaunt his wealth especially because you two spent the entire trip sleeping in different rooms. And on top of all that half way through he up and left you with his black card and flew back to the mansion to deal with an "emergency". Your best guess was a whiny sugar baby was getting pissy.

At the end of the trip you flew back and had to catch an uber home. None of them even came to pick you up from the airport. Though with how they reacted to your statements at the reception could you really blame them?

Regardless you practically snuck into the mansion with the help of Alfred who showed you to a small guest room on the first floor. It had a single queen sized bed without even a comforter, just a white duvet, and on either side of the bed were nightstands.

"Thank you Alfred." You nodded to.

"You're welcome." He bows. "If there's anything else you need please feel free to inform me immediately."

"Brucie left this with me in his vacation home, can you give this back to him and tell him I said thank you for the take out?" You handed over the black card.

"Take out?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. And for letting me use the Wayneflix account while I was there. If I may make a slight suggestion, give your regency era shows more attention. Thank you Alfred. I'll go unpack now."

"I've already taken the liberty of unpacking your clothes into the wardrobe and dresser." He revealed.

"You didn't need to do that."

"I know you requested that I not but I felt I'd rather have your room ready for you than for you to stress when you arrived." He bowed.

"That's very sweet but I have a very particular system. My outfits all fit together in a specific way." You start to rearrange your clothes in the way you see fit.

"Might I learn how you like them so I can properly sort them next time?"

"No, it's okay. I can do my own laundry." You offered.

"Have you ever done your own laundry?" He raised an eyebrow accusingly.

"Well... no." You confessed. "But you already have like 14 other people's laundry to do. I don't want to be a bother. Besides I don't want you to waste a few weeks when it won't matter in a few years."

"So Master Damian has told me you've said. Nevertheless I'm willing to learn to do this if you are willing to learn how to do your own cooking and laundry."

"Why are you helping me?"

"I've met many people whom Master Wayne has brought into his life. You are the first who's actually wanted to fend for yourself. If you are running a long con into Master Wayne's pocket it's either the smartest or the dumbest plan I've ever seen concocted. Besides, many of the Wayne's don't currently reside here full time. Master Dick lives with his wife missus Koriand'r. Master Jason lives in a renovated greenhouse studio apartment. Miss Barbara and Miss Cassandra live as roommates. And Master Wayne lives in either his WayneTech or home Office. I have more than enough time to learn."

You genuinely smiled for the first time since you heard about the engagement. The two of you spent the rest of the day organizing clothes and making cookies.

"-And that is the difference between Light Academia and Pastel Academia.”

He looked stunned. "How do you keep all this straight?"

"It's just something I got into because I wanted to disassociate from my hopeless reality. I figured fake it till you make it right? Someday I could have a different, more quiet life. And finding subtle nuances between aesthetics is honestly fun. Like a game of spot the difference."

“Oh my! Look at the time! It’s already 4 o’clock!” Alfred looks stunned at the time.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spend four hours talking about this.”

"It's quite alright Missus Wayne."

"I'll go bring these to Brucie. Might as well let him know that he's not getting any inheritance from a tragic accident that happened to me."

"Master Wayne cares for you. I hope you know that. It may not be in the most... romantic measure... but I swear that he was not lying on your wedding day when he said he'd remain faithful to you." Alfred tried to reassure.

"If you say so Alfred." You gave him a small smile.

Alfred looked at her sadly as she walked away. He wished there was more he could do to help you fit in around the manor. Someone as grounded as you would be a good addition in Brice's life, he just knew it!

Later in the Batcave, Alfred confronted Bruce

"Master Wayne I have an idea on how to keep your new wife busy."

"Why should I care about what's she's doing with her life? I have more important things to do than to worry about than some nepo-baby throwing a tantrum.

"Why should you care? How about the fact that you have never had a serious relationship and making this work is crucial for your public image? How about the fact that she has given up her entire life to cater towards your brash decision after one petty comment Mr. West made about your love life?" Alfred started listing off reasons; becoming more irate as he did. "How about the fact that if she's not kept busy during the day she'll eventually stumble upon the entrance of the Batcave?"

That peaked Bruce's interest. "I'm listening." He swivels around in his chair.

"Offer her a job as the family's social media manager." Alfred proposed.

"What? Why?" Bruce looked at him, skeptically.

"She's very knowledgeable about different aesthetics and trend. She could make this family look..." He tried to find a nice word to describe them.

"Normal?" Bruce interrupts with an almost bored look on his face.

"I was going to say civil but that works too." Alfred shrugged as Bruce groaned. "Don't take it the wrong way Master Wayne. I love this Family with all my heart but you cannot deny that they can be a bit rowdy at times."

"A bit is an understatement. It would look good for your PR... fine. Go ask her... but If it is not up to Wayne Enterprise standards you're firing her for me!"

So that's what you've been doing for the past few months.

"Jason, I'm telling you, motorcycles are out! Most girls aren't going for the bad boy vibe anymore! They're into Timothée Chalamet!" You argued over the phone with Jason, Bruce's most rebellious child, even more so than the 12 year old pain in the ass! "Fine, we'll talk later. I have an unexpected visitor anyway." You looked behind you as Bruce entered.

Bruce made a habit of being loud around the house for her. You knew he was being exceptionally weird but you didn't exactly know why. You didn't really care all that much either.

He came up behind you and started to massage your shoulders. "Jason giving you trouble again."

"...yeah." You said shrinking into yourself. The one thing you hadn't quite gotten used to was Bruce's attempts to flirt with you. You knew that he wanted to keep public image favorable, but it didn't make sense why he flirted with you behind closed doors.

He leaned down and started kissing your exposed shoulders in your off the shoulder sweater dress. You wriggled out and away from him in discomfort and he looked at you puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"I don't like you touching me." You confessed. "I don't- ...I don't see us that way... I'm sorry."

He sat on the edge of your desk. "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who should apologize. It's just that... we haven't done anything yet and-"

"And what? You think I'm a slut that's just going to put out for you?" You interrupted.

"No! I just meant that you were probably wanting me to... be more romantic... I thought you'd want me to instigate something..." He stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Well you thought wrong." You left your office angrily. You stomped out of there and went to the library. You looked over all the books they had. Classics like the Iliad and Crime and Punishment to so many romance novels. But one book in particular caught your interest. The History of Taxes.

"Who wants to read about taxes?" You cringed. The book looked relatively untouched. 'Typical,' you thought. 'Rich people can't even be bothered to try and read the books they have in their house.' She went to pull it out and found the bookshelf moving.

On the other side was the answer to one of the greatest mysteries she's had since she came to Gotham, "Who is Batman and Co?"

There it was! The Batcave and All it's glory...

Oh... the bags under his eye of sleepless nights, the flirty persona, the stomping around trying to make his presence known to you.

"Bruce Wayne is Batman..." No sooner had you said those words did you feel a sharp pain in the back of your head and the world fade into darkness...

[bluetooththereptile]

Can I request a part 2 for His Mother (Yandere Damian Wayne x naga reader x Yandere Bruce Wayne)🙏🙏🙏

Yes! For sure you can!

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: this oneshot is continuation of this fic.

Tw: mentions of drugs

The faint scent of soaked wood was in the air, and your den's condition was stimulated so well that if it wasn't for the walls around you, you'd feel at home. Minus the sunlight of course, and a fresh breeze, the air made you feel weak and sleepy and its scent was sort of sweet on your tongue, as if it was spring already and the flower petals were in the air. Every day, all you did as time passed was either spent sleeping or taking care of the little one who unlike you was extremely energetic, cooing and babbling as she crawled around with her tiny hands, still not old enough to learn how to crawl with her tail. She could be a menace and a little angel at the same time, crawling on top of a few branches and then jumping down onto you, giggling, which was her favorite pastime that left you alert most of the time to her presence. Lately, a few teeth had grown into her mouth and she had started to nibble on things, including your tail, and feeding her with your hands had turned into a challenge. Now that you looked around, you could see her bite marks on the plants around you. That little thing had explored the whole invisible cage so many times that you'd wondered if she had learned to crawl on the walls as well...it wasn't that unlikely of her.

Speaking of the devil...

Lulu's head popped up from under the water as she splashed the water around her "Mama, mama!" She reached out for you, and you slowly reached out and took the baby in your arms, she could breathe underwater unlike you, which meant her parents were water-based Nagas. Handling her wasn't easy, but it was for a few hours before they came along. Bruce and your boy, Damian. They somehow knew how to handle both you and little LuLu, or as they called her, Lucy.

You looked down at the cooing baby in your arms, smiling softly, Lulu was pure white, her large eyes having a red hue to them, you thought the poor thing was sick for not having a color to her scales or little puffs of hair, not knowing that she was a very rare albino, oh how many nights you had spent on worrying about her health not noticing that she was chubbier than most of baby Nagas you had seen, which meant she was quiet healthy.

As you held the baby, she nuzzled into your chest, liking the fabric of your topwear. Bruce would provide you with them, and not much to your liking, he'd take it off or put it on you himself. Lulu's tail wrapped around your arm as you rocked her, watching her play with the tip of your tail, poking it with her chubby fingers. You let out a soft sigh of irritation as she reached for the tip and started playing with it, you didn't know when you found that abandoned egg you'd end up like this, you were mateless and young, without much experience, you didn't know how to handle the baby, and she didn't help you with handling her either...well, except Damian, at least he'd listen. Your mouth turned downwards, remembering that he was the reason you were now captive. Poor you, you didn't have much luck in both parenting and mating...well, as for mating, Bruce still tried to woo you, you could easily deduce that, but how did he know of Naga culture and their ways of courting, you weren't sure.

Lulu squirmed out of your arms and swam into the shallow pond, splashing around as she swam to the other side of it, you sighed again, too tired to follow her around. "Lulu...honey come back" You tried to take her attention, but she was already on her way to creating chaos once more. You relax your upper body on the warm sands close to the pond, and your lower half rests in the water, soaking in. Today none of them came along, were they unwell? The thought made you feel bad, both with the image of them being sick and your thought of caring about them made you feel bad. You couldn't deny you worried about them as well, but...Were you being tamed like a beast? Never! You wouldn't allow that!

You were too busy rubbing your temple as you let your thoughts circle in your mind like a swarm of irritating flies, to notice the door of your gilded cage opening. Damian and Jon's heads popped in, noticing that you were far away from their side of the cage they let out a sigh of relief. Knowing you, if it wasn't for the sedatives you'd be charging at them already. You looked at the two humans entering slowly, struggling with blinking to keep your eyes open, you rested your head on top of your hand, watching them walk to Lulu, who was already crawling toward them.

"Dami! Dami!" Lulu squealed with excitement as she spotted Damian, her chubby cheeks flushed with the struggle of crawling faster to her brother. Damian smiled at the little one and bent down and picked her up, her giggles filling the air. You smiled softly at the scene, looking at how Damian's one snake-like eye's iris widened at the sight of his sister, a sign that he loved her.

You hummed his name under your breath, remembering the time you had to put your special balm on his wounds, made out of your blood and a few different herbs, unknowingly giving him some sort of mutation, making him gain some snake-like features. How precious he was when he held onto you tightly, seeking comfort, fever haunting his body because of the infection in his blood. You wanted to be mad at him for bringing that man, Bruce, to take you away from your swamp, but you couldn't, he was your boy.

When Damian turned around to take Lulu away you felt a little surge of panic rush into your reptilian heart, where was he taking Lulu? "W-wait-!" You were too slow and the boy and his friend had left with the little one, leaving you there, filling your heart with worry. You moved into the pond, getting closer to the door of the cage, you knew you couldn't move past the invisible walls of it, naturally you didn't know of glasses, thinking of them as invisible walls, you didn't know how to move past them, but you still tried. You moved your hand and slammed it on the door of your confinement with the remnants of your energy in a struggle to make it open, you knew it would be in vain, but you still did so, but much to your surprise, the invisible door opened, letting clean air come into your cage, you could see a different light coming from there...oh?...oh...OH!

....

"Just be quick, I need to put Lucy back with Mom..." Damian told Jon as he put Lulu in the little tub to keep her from crawling around. The baby Naga was a little distraught by the unfamiliar nature of her surroundings, her small fist tightly holding onto Damian's finger. Jon moved closer, with a few little dresses that his mother had tailored for little Lucy. "My mom said they are water resistant," Jon said with his proud smile and helped put the dress on top of Lulu's body, she giggled as her head popped out of the neckline of the little pink dress, finding it amusing that Damian tried to pull her little arms into the holes of the sleeveless dress, to her everything seemed like a game.

"If you want to take pictures, I have a camera you know" Dick appeared behind the two young boys startling them slightly. Jon nodded enthusiastically, while Damian huffed "Let me at least tidy up her hair". He said as he ran his fingers into her white messy locks. "Say cheese!" Dick spoke as he used a rattle to gain Lulu's attention as he held the camera, chuckling slightly as Lulu looked up at him with a large smile, her few teeth shining. The picture of the Naga in her cute dress was taken with a bright flash from the camera. The bright light made a huge shadow behind them appear on the wall the three humans tensed up visibly, turning around slowly, their eyes widening in shock.

....

"E-easy, Y/N..." Bruce groaned out as your tail made another circle around his legs, tightening around them not so gently. You were on top of him, your hands holding him as you glared down at him with your snake eyes. You had crawled out of your cage and since you weren't inhaling sedatives, you were gaining back your strength, so you had startled Bruce on his seat in the bat cave.

You looked down at the man you had pinned to his seat, unconsciously moving your hand to trace the different parts of his face, you were too focused on his blue eyes that you didn't notice his hand move to push a button, it'd give you an electric shock to stop you from doing something reckless, but his hand paused as he watched you lay slowly on top of him, trying to get some warmth from his body. "Mate..." the word came out of your mouth in a whisper, you had realized that struggling was futile, Bruce was the alpha predator of your chain of family, and you should submit to feel happier, he knew how to handle Lulu and Damian and seemed to like you, even now that Lulu was away from you she seemed happy enough, so why resist?

"Mine..." you added, making Bruce smile nervously, something that he had thought would happen with force, now had happened easily. His hand moved away from the button to caress your hair, chuckling slightly as he heard Lulu's voice as Damian approached them with her in his arms "Mama! Mama!" Her voice echoed in the cave, promising a new future in a much different world for you with your new family.

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

With a Chance

First posted: August 4, 2018

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne and his horrible children

Favorite bookmark: "they watched homeward bound i'm gonna sue this fic for emotional damages"

Second favorite bookmark: “oh"

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Title note: This is, of course, a pun—Chance being the narrator for Homeward Bound, as voiced by Michael J. Fox.

Another Whumptober fic that I somehow skipped over annotating? Oops. I mean, I'm largely doing these for me, myself, and I, so I doubt anyone noticed. But still. I'm a completionist.

“It is now eight o’clock, Father,” Damian announced. When Bruce didn’t respond, Damian sniffed and added, “Eight o’clock post meridian. You have been asleep for nine hours.”

Even though the height doesn't actually work for this, I definitely picture Damian peeking over the edge of the bed like Calvin. Just eyes and a nose.

“You have been sleeping an excessive amount lately,” Damian said, his tone cautious as he placed each carefully chosen word after the next.

Criticizing an authority figure is risky for Damian. And, like he states in the next paragraph, it's not like Bruce is known for being lazy, and he does usually need more sleep than he gets, buuuuut...

“Pennyworth is concerned that you are exhibiting classic signs of a depressive episode.” A pause. “Are you?”

I need everyone to know that, based on my own face, Damian likely had both a furrowed brow and a bottom lip that stuck out in a little pout of consternation. There is a MYSTERY to UNCOVER and SOLVE and that mystery is WHY is Father being so weird and how CONCERNED should we be?????

He hadn’t eaten all day. But then, he wasn’t really hungry, and the idea of forcing himself to stay awake when he couldn’t leave his bed sounded maddening. So he slept.

Both here and an earlier mention of using a bell were unobtrusive, low effort ways to start seeding in the details of why Bruce was in bed and why Damian was really concerned. It's not a revelatory writing trick, but it's one some newbies overlook, I feel.

When Bruce awoke next, he was being watched. Alfred the Cat stared back at Bruce with golden, lidded eyes from his comfortable perch atop Bruce’s chest.

My cats, generally, do not sit on my chest. They do walk all over me and one has a bad habit of tapping my face with his paw when he really wants me up. I feel I was inordinately kind to Bruce here.

Bruce thought that was a really judgey tone to take with an injured man. He was about to say so when another figure appeared behind Damian.

Bruce on drugs is a lot looser and his internal monologue is a lot closer to how I write Tim now. Which is awfully fun from a metatextual standpoint, I feel.

“Hey, B,” Dick chirped. “Good, you’re up.”

This was still within my first year of writing the Fam, so I had yet to shake off some of the more robust fanonisms that I had picked up from others. I rewrite some of the characterization now, particularly the verb chirped, though I maintain that Damian calling for backup is the right choice.

“Dames, pick out a movie. Not 101 Dalmatians.”

The movie choices throughout this fic were fun for me to pick through. 101 Dalmatians was a personal Baby Lurker favorite. I still have a stuffed Dalmatian from when I was small in a box somewhere. His name was Patch. He did not have a Patch.

“Don’t worry, B, the one without brain damage is here.” Plastic pieces rattled against cardboard as Tim shoved a pile of boxes into Dick’s arms. “I’ll take care of this. Go stand over there. Or better yet, go help the brat. He was trying to decide between Madagascar and The Secret Life of Pets, and I’m not doing either of those.”

Funnily enough, not a Ric reference, at least not intentionally. Again, movie choices. I'd replace Madagascar with something else if I rewrote this. All three choices mentioned so far have been animated and too humorous. Maybe Milo and Otis.

[Tim] hesitated, always the reserved son, then placed a hand on Bruce’s forehead and rubbed a thumb along the crease carved into the skin. Bruce blinked slowly, a drugged-up cat basking in the warmth.

Children returning physical affection to their parents in the form they received and themselves preferred is such an underrated treat, in my opinion.

“Flamin’,” Cass said by way of greeting, holding up a monster bag of Cheetos.

“Alfred didn’t see you?” Bruce asked. Cass’s only reply was to giggle as she dumped her load—Bruce could hear crinkling plastic, but also rattling glass within the recycled totes—next to his end table.

For those keeping track, Dick brought unidentified snacks, Tim brought board games, and Cass brought Cheetos and drinks.

“Silly,” Cass said, tapping his nose. Bruce quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t stretch.” He rolled his eyes, making her laugh again.

They all have to come inspect him, and touch him. Makes me happy.

At Bruce’s puzzled look, Dick smiled and moved to help Cass unload her bags. “You here, unable to patrol or run away or hide in your office? How could we pass that up?” he teased.

Really, think about it. You're telling me that if Damian called and said "I think Father is depressed" but ALSO their dad was bedbound and unable to escape them? Uninterrupted Dad Time with a lightly drugged Bruce?? Of COURSE everyone showed up!

Jason passed off the food to his clamoring siblings, then strode to the bed and glared down at Bruce. “You made me look like an idiot, you know. I had to hear from freaking Jordan that you banged up your back again. How am I supposed to have any credibility as the puppet master of Gotham’s underworld if I have to hear things third-hand from Hal Jordan, huh? Jerk.”

And that is why Bruce was allowed to rot in bed for five days. Baaaaaaad communication. I also don't remember Hal taking strays in this one, so that's a funny piece of fanon I picked up as well, apparently.

(Bruce, you’re on drugs. You get water. Eat your nasty garbage pizza.) It was not nasty garbage pizza. Choosing everything-with-olives was a defense strategy when dining with five bottomless pits.

This was a friend's father's strategy. As an adult, I now have a better appreciation for garbage pizza, but at the time, it was a handy deterrent for when his kids invited too many friends over and pizza was battled over.

At one point, he was jarred from his careful nibbling of a slice of cheese bread by his mattress shaking as his children leapt to their feet in time with the television and sang (deliberately off-key, he suspected) about chasing a line where the sky met the sea and how far they would go. Even Cass knew the words. He found her dramatic gestures surprisingly moving.

2018 was peak Moana time and I do not apologize for this.

Bruce wasn’t sure exactly when everyone finished their competitive blood feuds and settled in next to him. Somewhere in the second movie, he thought, maybe around the waterfall scene. It was a good scene. He remembered watching it with Dick when his boy was still just a boy, and the way Dick’s young eyes had gone wide with concern.

Baby Lurker also both adored and was supremely stressed out by Homeward Bound. Sassy going over the waterfall was horrible. (This was not helped by my ability to read enough to be able to tell that Sassy was voiced by someone named Sally who sounded, to me, very much like my Nana, who was also named Sally. STRESS.)

Bruce wanted to remember the way Tim sprawled at the end of the bed, his head on Alfred the Cat’s back and his hair curling softly at his shirt collar. He wanted to remember Cass tucked under Jason’s arm, eyes blinking sleepily, and her hand tucked into Bruce’s palm. Bruce wanted to remember Jason’s cheek nestled atop Cass’s head, his gaze open and more unguarded than Bruce had seen in a lifetime, and his feet resting on Tim’s legs in what had started as a joke and what had settled into an excuse for physical contact that didn’t end in bloodshed. He wanted to remember Dick taking up more than his fair share of the bed, spine twisted so his head could rest in Damian’s lap, nearly matching Alfred’s purrs as Damian absently stroked his hair. Bruce wanted to remember Damian tucked up against his side, no protestations about being treated like a child or posturing for the sake of pride.

As with Mother Bruce and It Wasn't Real, I took a particular delight in the finicky logistics of who would end up next to whom and how.

“Shhhh!” Damian hissed, eyes rapt on the screen and the long-anticipated reunion taking place. But he bumped his head against Bruce’s chest fondly and left it there, settling as the lone horn played.

Damian is a cat. Heads butts are his form of affection, I state it then and I state it now.

And if every member of his rough-and-tumble vigilante family teared up as the old golden retriever crested that autumn hill, Bruce would remember but never tell.

Also very much enjoyed the slow buildup to the movie reveal. For readers who had never seen Homeward Bound, the final quote still worked well, but those who knew That Scene felt lightly stabbed.

[tsundereho]

batfam sick fic (proofread)

818 words: my base idea posted as well, oooh fun right? tw i guess for talks of incorrect medicine use. I swear in this, so yeah be warned

@coal-or-something helped me (watched me write and go insane, occasionally helped with grammar)

Bruce powers through anything like a fucking truck Dick can power through it but chooses to be a baby about it (for the bit) Jason is much like bruce but is more noticeable, will refuse to be taken care of Tim doesn’t have a spleen he gets sick like unable to leave bed sick, refuses treatment best he can and tries to keep working Steph is stubborn and confident, can and will make her own damn soup but due to being sick it doesn't go very well Damian doesn't get sick very often but when he does he will refuse to admit it to the point of making it worse for himself Duke Thomas probably knows what to do best (other then alfred) Cass was homeless for 9 years, so used to being sick and just ignoring it. So very used to being sick and just forcing herself not to be due to her dad then her time on the streets

Different scenarios of them being sick, all, same level of sick to start, same symptoms

Bruce cannot slow down or take a break ever, and it was becoming more and more apparent as he refused to pause his typing for a coughing fit. Despite Alfreds warnings about it will only get worse. The only compromise he made was not attending a brunch and instead using that time for a nap, mainly because he didn’t have the energy to mask at all.

Dick at the first sign of his cold immediately canceled his plans, sure he was still gonna go be Nightwing but he needed the days to rest! He was sick, he needed soup and tea with extra honey to help his sore throat.

Jason refuses to let anybody near him while he's sick, he knows they’ll do something, whether it's trying to hurt him in his vulnerable state or worse, take care of him. He didn’t need extra blankets or hot drinks, he needed to stop being weak and just get through this, any guidelines on the cold meds? Ignored. He's chugging the bottle in one go. He needs to feel better. Very often nightwing can find him accidentally high and loopy since he took ten times over the recommended dose, the only reason he isn’t dead is because he is a tank of man.

Tim is doing everything he can to ward off the sickness at the first sneeze, wearing a face mask, washing everything he owns as often as he can, when he gets sick he gets sick. One of the many cons of not having a spleen. 

It does help but not by much, he still gets sick and is immediately bed ridden for his own safety, he can and will seriously hurt himself trying to work like this.

Damian since i can’t write steph very well yet

Damian is the one who got sick first, not that he would admit it to even himself, yes he is drinking more tea, but only because he likes the way Alfred makes it, nothing more nothing less, he scoffs at the idea of taking a break, he did not need a break since he was not sick, no matter what father or any of his siblings said, they were all wrong. No matter how much he overslept for school he would show up anyways.

Cass is very nervous about getting sick, it makes her weak. After nearly a decade on the street she knows how bad it is to be out of commission, being sick meant working harder just to eat as your body screamed at you just to lay down. Being sick at the Wayne Manor was very different, actual medicine, warm food, not needing to force her body to keep moving when all she wanted was to collapse. Bed rest for once isn't forced, she wants a nap and a rest.

Okay i see her as stubborn but more understanding of when she needs to give in. sure when she first started getting sick, much like the others just ignored and medicated. Once she started getting more sick? Actually takes it easy instead of brute forcing her way through it. Is she going to go on bedrest? Hell the fuck no but shes gonna make herself a nice little treat.

Duke Thomas, the only one to actually take the recommended amount of medicine and not just the entire thing, he's keeping track of what times he ate and how much, making sure to wash his hands more often and all that shit

i was gonna write more but uh, no :3

[gaywineauntsstuff]

any thoughts for nightwing #124 ?

HI YES HELLO!

Absolutely

I have A L L

the thoughts

So, first of all let me say, I did not enjoy this issue as much as I’ve enjoyed the rest of the content Mr watters has provided us. But I think that’s more based on my prior expectations and hopes rather than the writing style.

So if yall are alright with spoilers please read on but there will be comic panels

“I’m a universal donor” ofc you are you stupid, stupid man. Oh my god.

(Also Bruce and Dick both being universal donors who can give to everyone but only take from each other. Chef’s kiss no notes)

And speaking of a Wayne. Let’s get into an annoyance of mine

THEY GAVE DICK AN ANIMAL LOVING CHILD WITH A TRAGIC BACKSTORY AND A PREFERENCE FOR NIGHTWING. THEY GAVE DICK A ROBIN.

Which,

Fine you know what

Dick treats em better than Bruce ever has, if he had just adopted Jason like he wanted too then the kid never would’ve gotten crowbarred

But be so fucking for real with me

You’re giving Dick Grayson

A fucking Damian Wayne stand it, you just speed ran Damian’s whole arc of not trusting/resenting Dick for not getting it (tm) all the way to ‘this is my trusted adult’ in 3 issues???

Like?

At that point??

Why NOT JUST GET DAMIAN OUT THERE? Like the Kid is obviously not working well with Bruce in detective comics? And like with the whole medical student storyline going on?? It would be really really nice to see that old Batman, Robin dynamic with a Damian who is now paranoid Dicks heart is gonna give out.

And to make matters worse??? They named him B R Y C e

Like??? Is this Bruce Wayne in a trench coat??? Ffs he even had Damian’s baby spikes???

Anyway I actually really like Bryce but it lowkey just reminded me on a dynamic I really miss and have NOT SEEN IN SO LONG.

And like I get it alright? I was one of the people clamoring to stop having the league/titans/bats coming and saving Dicks ass bc I wanna see him do cool things.

Fine okay

But Dick and Damian would WORK SO WELL TOGETHER AS A TEMP THING. Damian is lost, helps dick in haven, has a crisis and realizes something something whatever you want. Dick tells him a story from the circus/the Nightwing story/ the story of him becoming Nightwing. Damian leaves determined to forge a new path. COME ON GIVE THE SIBLINGS TO MEE

Anyway moving on bc this hurts me

Onto more things that hurt me

see this is what I love about DComics, bc like? All of us here in fandom town?

Have read like 20k fics where dick had developed a severe fear of suffocating, cramped spaces etc. bc of that time in the murder machine where Luthor stops his heart.

Like we REMEMBER how fucked up Dick should’ve been by those events

Now it would be great if DICK COULD REMEMBER THAT

But no, he’ll stop his heart on the off chance he can save 1 person bc ofc he would? And naturally he doesn’t mind being unconscious and vulnerable near irradiated corpses. What would actively losing blood near a radiation site? Probably nothing?

You stupid stupid man

I’m in love with you

Quick break for the villain being sick and also? MR SOY?? THAT FUCKING IMAGE OF THE CIRCUS ENROACHING ON YHE CITY!?? The difference between the decrepit gray madness and the bright city?? Phenomenal 10/10 no notes thank you

Hmmm idk Melinda? Maybe? Remember

A) your brothers been doing this since he was 8

B) he is one of the worlds greatest detectives

C) he’s run the justice league, teen titans, titans, outsiders and about 30 other iterations of teams? Maybe trust him on this? As someone with more experience?

D) since he’s been famously beloved and knows what he’s doing and you’re going up for reelection

…or you could pretend to know more than your highly trained, genius brother with about two decades of information, training and experience. That makes sense?

It’s not like he’s been going around fighting murderers in his free time while being the second most intense believer in Batman’s ‘we must let the people decide, we can’t be judge, jury and executioner’ rants. Nah

Pshhhaawwww that’s dumb and won’t ever come back to bite you in the ass

NoooOoOooOoOOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO reallly!?!this was an unforeseen and shocking event.

Like normally this scene is satisfying? Ya know? A ‘oh look main character finally gets proven right ‘

But here it’s fucking annoying bc guess what?

Dixons run and the sum total of titans runs are canon here! Dick leading the league x2 is canon right now? And more or less common information.

Dick is an individual where it makes sense to take his word at face value like? This is the ear Superman goes to, the dude Batman bounces plans off of. The leagues final stand leader?

Not trusting him? Even in the context of the world doesn’t make sense?? Especially since chemo is now canon (aka Dick Grayson running through an irradiated city trying to save anyone while slowly dying until Clark drags him out) like?? You know he’s smart? You know he’s skilled, you know he’s usually right?? And most importantly?? You know he’d rather burn himself alive than be the reason for a death. Nono not just that? He’d run through radiation on the OFF chance he might see someone still alive enough that they might make out. 99 to 1 odds and he’s game.

Just flat out ignoring the guy? Makes the character seem arrogant rather than overly cautious and not good with trust. Like you believe YOU? A civilian, knows more about the underworld? The dude with the redhood on speed dial?

You understand more about this situation than one of the world’s smartest people? Okay…sure

Like I get you met him post lobotomy and he’s only recently regained his faculties BAs come on???

I have no evidence for this but I am 100% calling this a Sitka/Eleanor reference and everyone who disagrees can go choke

And finally

Love this image

So so so much

And that’s literally all of my thoughts!

Final comment:

I love him the stupid idiot loser please don’t Die Dick I love you

[ficcerspam]

DCxDP - ONESHOTS

Phantom Siblings and the Batfam - 12.05.23

DCxDP - Prompt fill: Danny and Ellie are de aged. Dan and Jazz are co-parenting as the older siblings. Completely unrelated, half the batfam are flirting independently at Jazz/Dan, and the other half are dealing with the chaos gremlins.

He’s fine… right..? - 02.05.24 [AO3]

DP: Two-shot psychological horror based off some fanart of Danny crying melty tears.

Kon-El and the Phantoms - 02.07.24

YJxDP - Young Justice, specifically Kon-El, meets their newest member, Phantom's clone. Who just so happens to be a big fan.

Thoughts about Death - 03.27.24

"Do you ever think about how sacred life must be for Danny?" Oneshot.

Not so Little Merperson - 05.02.24

YJ/JLxDP - Superboy gets Prince Eric'd by Space Whale Danny, and all Kon wants to do is find the smoking hot not-so-little-merperson that saved him. If he has to pester Aquaman for it, so be it. Oneshot.

Gotham for the Holidays—and more? - 05.08.24

DCxDP - Bones Prompt: Danny and co go to Gotham for vacation, and it’s great! Until he tries to leave. Gotham has other plans, apparently. No planned continuation

Baby's First Kidnapping - 06.09.24

DCxDP - Jazz gets kidnapped by cultists who want to summon the Ghost King. The Bats are confused af when Jazz laughs in the cultists' faces. Oneshot

Master’s Children - 06.24.24

DP - Quick Little Oneshot where Danny and Ellie get to be the Snobby Rich Master’s Children to a very rude Lady. Outsider POV. Oneshot.

Tough to Touch - 06.26.24 [AO3]

DC - Clark temporarily loses his powers, and he decides to take a chance to see what it’s like—to kiss someone without being afraid to break them. Superbat. Oneshot

Runaway Baby - 11.26.24*

DCxDP - Against Danny's wishes, Bruce attempts to gain custody of him. Danny responds by fleeing. Oneshot.

Rockin' Robin - 1.1.25* [AO3]

DCxDP - The smut edition for my Kitten Kisses AU. Set between the main fic and the sequel! Stray!Danny, Dead Tired. Be mindful of the tags.

Bet On It - 1.12.25* [AO3]

DP - Danny loses a bet so Dash makes him sing. Danny decides to fuck with him for it. Oneshot.

He's confused, but he's got the Spirit - 2.17.25* [AO3]

DCxDP - Pre Serious Chaos, Ghost Princess Ellie somehow manages tell Damian he's a boring date...to his face. Identity Shenanigans. Long winded for no reason. Oneshot.

Lost in Grave Dirt - 3.30.25* [AO3]

DCxDP - Danny wakes up in his own grave. At least--he thinks it's his own grave, he's not sure when he has no memory of who he is. Luckily, his new friend Duke knows some people. Oneshot.

Now with Podfic, read by me!

Robin, Report! - 5.30.25*

DC - Oneshot based on ficlet where Gothamites "know that if you channel Batman and go “Robin, report!” the bird will go from gasping desperately in pain to a robotic list of injuries." (includes addition written by @brunhielda)

[harpersdragons]

Masterlist (of sorts)

For ease of me remembering, I'm posting a list of my WIPS/fics/future ideas

I'll include links to published works, all on Ao3

Pretty much all my fics are Jason-centric

Also as a disclaimer, I have not read the comics. Everything I know comes from other fics, and my comic obsessed friend who will go on rants about it.

you guys can pry good parent bruce wayne out of my cold, dead, hands, alright?

my other most common trope is jason and Damian met in the league and are really close. It makes my beta reader happy, and anything to keep her from taking me off her WIPS xD

Also I will take requests!

POSTED:

The Haunting of Wayne Manor...By Jason Todd: Canon Divergence, Jason doesn't go with his original plot for Gotham, but sneaks into the Manor and lives there in secret. Based on this post

(Don't) Leave Me Alone: Jason is hit with Fear toxin

In Which Jason Is a Little Bit of an Idiot: Jason gets hit with cuddle pollen way too many times and, like an idiot, refuses to ask for help. it causes issues for everyone involved

The Cat Distribution Center (But Magic?): Jason finds a cat. That's the whole fic.

The Power of Brotherly Love (And Therapy): A fix-it of my friend's fic, who wrote her whole fic just to torture me. This one is a lot heavier and deals with suicide and self-harming.

No, Tim, You're Not Being Kidnapped! (Except Maybe You Are...): No Capes AU where Jason drags Tim into the family because he is just meant to be a middle child. (Based on this post)

^Also I think this will be a series I update when ideas strike, the first story will be inducting Tim into the family, and we'll go from there.

”Emergency”? FUCK! Jason dealing with chronic pain and his family convincing him to accept help

Doomed by the Narrative: pretty much just 2800 words of Jason spiraling, several references to Greek tragedies, and a little panic attack and dissociation thrown in for fun. there's a happy ending (or at least hopeful ending) I promise

No Grave Could Hold My Body Down: Jason gets buried alive again, hurt/comfort, bruce is a good parent

Whumptober 2024 Day 1: tim and jason are caught in a cave in, jason nearly loses control of his pit rage.

That Time Jason Almost Died (Again...): Whumptober days 10 and 22, (bleeding through bandages, slurred words). A mission goes wrong for Bruce and Jason, pretty much what the title says

The Tragic Demise of Damian Al Ghul-Wayne: Exactly what it sounds like and I feel bad about it, I apologize in advance.

Theft in the Family...By Jason Todd: Jason is tasked by Talia to take Damian to Bruce. This changes a few things. (primarily fluff, because I've done a lot of angst lately)

If my Engine Works Perfectly on Empty...(Spoiler: it doesn't): Dick has a rough time, Bruce is able to help (for once)

Sometimes you gotta burn the bridge to rebuild it: a misunderstanding ensues and Dick thnks Bruce no longer wants him around. 6 chapters currently posted

Say You Want Me (I can't handle it otherwise: An off handed joke from Bruce spirals out of control

I'm Terrified of Weather ('Cause I See You When It Rains): Dick has a flashback, he ignores it, and he’s forced to confide in Bruce about something from his past

It's Fine If We Know We Won't Change: Jason discovers just how rough it was when Tim was training to be Robin

All That Happened Hurt Me: Jason offers himself to a human trafficking ring instead of TIm. Feat. Baby Robin Jason, and even Babier Tim. Please mind the tags, the first chapter gets dark.

ONGOING:

A one shot in the no capes universe: Tim’s first time getting a bad grade while living with Bruce

Sometimes you gotta burn the bridge to rebuild it

IDEAS:

Possible Mafia AU

Shifter AUs

Someone will be getting transfigured into an animal

Time Travel where everyone has time traveled but is convinced they're the only ones who have time traveled (Based on this post)

Justice league meets batfam for the first time

[preciousthingsareprecious]

Tumblr Fic List Part 1

Hi everyone! With AO3 currently down, I thought I'd remind you all that almost all of my fics are also available to read right here on Tumblr! For years I've had the habit of cross posting just about everything so if you're looking for a particular fic, you should be able to find it on good old Tumblr.

I tag all my fics with: Precious Posts so you can also use that to find anything newer I haven't added here yet.

This is all my older fics, from my Masterlist. When I get a little more time I'll do a part 2 with my newer stuff.

To Teach a Robin to Cook: Jason teaches Damian how to cook

Baby Bat Vs the Evil Librarian : Steph and Damian take a trip to the library

Grayson’s Guide to Robin Boys Movie Night (IMG): The list of rules Dick wrote for movie night

Guide to Robin Boys Movie Night (FIC): Dick decides to write some rules for movie night, the other Robins have opinions

Movie Night: The Mummy: Jason does not like bugs

Movie Night: Cheeto Bomb: Dick thinks Jason planted a Cheeto bomb in the DVD player. Jason insists otherwise.

Lost Boy: Tim’s mad at Damian (again) and takes a walk to cool off

Fireworks: The Batboys attend a fireworks show for the 4th of July and Jason has flashbacks. Angsty

Baby Teeth: Bruce notices that Damian has lost a tooth, and decides to play Tooth Fairy. Fluff pure and simple.

Talk Yourself Out of This One: Dick get’s kidnapped and is forced to wait for help to arrive.

Kidnapped With You: It’s all Jason’s fault. Or is it Damian’s? Either way both managed to get kidnapped and now have to get along until Batman arrives

Misplaced Mail: Tim decides to go to college and doesn’t tell the other Robin boys.

De-Aged Tim: Timmy gets shrunk down to a six year old and Damian has to help him get back to normal.

Magical Mix Up: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian all get body swapped. Will they fight or get along long enough to fix things?

Lights Out: Jason finds himself in a situation when Tim passes out on him while his chest taser is still on

The Hunt: Bruce and Damian go on the search for a missing remote

Prank War: It’s Batboys vs Batgirls

Something in the Tea: Damian drinks hallucinogenic tea and can’t escape the visions of what he wishes his family would be like.

Party Chaos: Duke just wants to survive this party, unfortunately for him the rest of the Batboys are at the party and intent on causing trouble.

Trust: DickBat era fic where Damian gets into some trouble after a fight with Dick.

Karma: Damian’s got the hiccups so Dick tries to help him out on patrol.

Comfort Sweater: Damian get’s caught stealing one of Dick’s sweaters.

Play Lessons: Mindless Fluff as Dick and Dami play Cheese Viking together

Burdens: Written for Dynamic Duo Week 2016 day 6: Leave Me Alone

Discovery: Dick and Damian do a science experiment with Geodes

It’s Called a Hug: DickBat era. Damian doesn’t understand that hugs aren’t just a reward for good work.

Like Any Other Kid: Damian can’t stop having nightmares, finally he decides to go to his father for comfort.

Nightmares and Dreams: Bruce has a nightmare that Damian’s still dead and decides to check up on his son.

Cuffed: Dick and Tim end up handcuffed together and have to rescue Jason

Chosen: Based on a HC where Damian has trouble believing Bruce really wants him.

Album: Tim’s looking through one of his old photo album’s when Dick and JAson find him.

Father Time: Tired from the night before Bruce decides to stay in bed all day. His children decide he needs company.

Favorite Colors: While Dick and Damian are shopping for a new hoodie for Tim Damian makes an interesting purchase.

Lost Not Gone: My version of Damian’s reaction to Tim’s ‘death’

Super Sleepover: Jon sleeps over at the manor

Father Daughter Dance: Bruce and Cass go to the Ballet

Learning to Ride: Bruce teaches Jason how to ride a bike

Adoption: Alfred pushes Bruce to adopt Tim

If I Live to See the Dawn: Jason’s hurt and Damian’s got to get him home

Learning to Ask: Dick takes care of an injured Bruce

Heartbeats: Takes place between Batman Rebirth issues 16-17 and follows Bruce taking care of his kids

Target Practice: Damian and Steph play laser tag

Anxious Heart: Damian deals with some latent fear toxin, Bruce helps him out

Art Show: Tim runs into Damian while going to see one of his photos on display

Family Attire: Dick and Damian go clothes shopping. DickBats era

Unintended Consequences: In trying to hide his own illness Damian ends up getting Tim sick

Always Interesting: Cass buys a waxing kit and all the boys want to try it

Not a Burden: Tim gets hurt on patrol and doesn’t want to bother the family

With Love and Patience: Dick muses over taking care of Damian, there may also be suspenders involved. DickBats era.

Long Overdue: Jason offers to take Damian on patrol with him

Some Kind of Normal: Sometimes Bruce forgets just how young Damian is

Trapeze Training: Dick takes Damian out on the trapeze

Sick Day: Bruce is sick and Damian wants to make sure his father gets proper rest

Haunted Manor: Damian and Jon explore a haunting in the manor

Checking In: The batboys start to worry when Bruce is out of town and hasn’t contacted anyone in a while

Preserved Heartache: Damian sees a video of his own death

Hugs and Cookies: Dick brings a ‘get-along’ rug for the holidays

Like Old Times: Bruce and Dick on a stakeout

Safety Net: Snapshots of Damian learning to trust Dick

Irritating: Damian picks on Dick

This Stupid Family: First person pov. Jason’s little brother’s realize he too is a little brother and act accordingly.

Then and Now: Bruce dealing with Jason’s death juxtaposed with the family now

In Charge: Jason and Bruce make lunch while Alfred is out. Robin!Jason

A Little Craft Project: Damian asks Babs for help cheering Dick up

A Bad Night and Good Tea: Bruce can’t sleep, thankfully Alfred’s there to help

To Pass Through this Night: Dick died during Forever Evil. His brother’s find out and help him deal with it.

Faking It: Damian fakes being sick, Dick reacts to it. DickBats Era

Dreams of Wires: Damian’s feelings on the chip his mother put in his spine

Don’t Get Sentimental: Tiger takes care of Dick

Robin in the Batcave with the Rope: Damian get’s kidnapped by the Riddler and Scarecrow and forced to play clue

Breathe In Breathe Out: Damian gets buried, Dick worries Part 1 2 3

This Weight Off Of Your Shoulders: Damian gets sick, Alfred takes care of him

After Everything We’ve Seen: Dick finds Damian curled in the corner of the couch

Bone Tired: Dick is tired, Bruce is there to help him out

Just to See You: Temporary blind Damian, Big brother Dick

You Won’t Wake Up Alone: Dick knows he’s about to die, he just doesn’t want to do it in front of his little brothers Part 1 Part 2

First Breath After A Coma: Dick ruminates on his death, Damian’s, and all the terrible things that have been happening lately. Angst, no fluff

Your Job or Mine: Bruce gets hurt, Dick takes care of him

New to This: Dick’s getting used to his new busy life, and learning to take time for Damian

Accustomed to Standing Alone: The first time Damian’s kidnapped as a civilian

Bleeding Heart: Damian finds a dying doe and sits with her, Dick helps take care of the rest

Sun Spot: A lazy day with Dick and Damian

Of Baskets and Braids: Dick can’t sleep so he goes to find Bruce, and they get lost watching Youtube videos

As the Years Go By: Dick is growing up, and Bruce isn’t really sure how to deal with it.

A Bird in the Hand: Damian gets turned into a robin…for real. Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Those Days We Miss: After Damian picks a fight with Dick, he ends up kidnapped and pretty sure no one is going to come for him.

Stay Here, With Me: Damian gets soaked on patrol, and as a result he ends up sick. Rest and medicine should help, but Damian finds himself getting worse and worse. Thankfully he’s got Bruce (and later Dick) to help sort things out.

You Always Bring Me Home: When Batman is caught by an explosion he calls the person who can always find him, Alfred.

The Care and Yeeting of Robins: Bruce comes home to find Jason in his bed. Jason refuses to move, so Bruce does what he has to in order to stand his ground and decides sleeping on the floor is the only option.

Flash/Prompt Fics:

Damian and Tim: That’s Not a Dog

Dick, Damian, and Cass: No, no, it’s okay, I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me

Damian and Dick: I stabbed my last twelve brothers. Why should you be different?

Jason and Steph: Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything

Young Dick: Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything

Steph and Damian: I stabbed my last twelve brothers; why should you be any different?

Tim and Damian: Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get angry

Older!Damian: I find this to be highly illogical, incredibly ridiculous, and absolutely irresistible. Let’s play

Damian and Alfred the Cat

Tim and Damian: Damian attempts to irritate Tim

Tim and Jason: Tim’s tired and saying weird things

Batman Voice: Damian’s got a ‘Batman voice’ and it comes out at the best of times

Shrunken Sweater: Bruce’s sweater has shrunk to the perfect size

Being Sick is Stupid: Robin Dick and Bruce fluff and minor sick fic

Damian gets tricked into sleeping

Dick and Damian angst-fluff

Long Fics:

Super City: Damian and Jon on an adventure in Metropolis

Losing You: Dick loses his memories of Damian and the two try to deal with it while going after the villain responsible (plus Tim and Jason get to help)

Finding Us: The sequel to Losing You. Explores Jason and Tim’s relationship to the Batfam

[24hrsoda]

I love your loa!bruce - would you explain the lore of that a bit more? I'm very interested and curious for this au

Hi!

A few years ago my homie and I had a roleplay server and we created an AU that was based very much off of B:TK but instead of fighting Ra’s and leaving, Bruce remained with the League of Assassins and retained his position as a Shadow/the Demon’s Heart.

Before Bruce joined the LOA, Ra’s would typically just show up and handle his enemies himself, which more often than not ended in him killing the person in question. But Bruce doesn’t kill people, and advocates for second chances. To appease Bruce, he designates Bruce as some kind of Omen. He’ll send The Bat (Bruce) out to confront the person first and let them know that Ra’s is watching them, and if they don’t comply, then Ra’s comes after them himself. It was heavily centered on Bruce being Ra’s right hand man tbh.

But the sketch i drew of LOA!Bruce and baby Damian is actually for an AU of this AU that came about when our writing reached a fork in the road. We had other people writing various batkids and needed to come up with a reasoning for why they would be there without making them all part of the LOA so we made a spinoff AU that melded the original idea with the typical Batman/Gotham story.

there was aplenty of art i sketched for that spinoff AU too, and i even planned on condensing it in to a fic, but i dont know if its something to be shared here.

[schrijverr]

The Hearts of Gotham 6

Chapter 6 out of 7

Bruce makes the Justice League believe he has two hearts and is a manifestation of Gotham’s night to throw them off his secret identity, not trusting them. When the sound system breaks, he doesn’t come clean, but lies instead that he split into two to make Robin. From there it spirals as all the Robins make the lies grow and twist it in their own ways, until the truth comes out.

This fic is based on this post and inspired by Bouncing Baby Bat, or so the Justice League is led to believe... by EmpressGeek.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Chapter 6: How Damian Makes It a Competition

Damian doesn’t see the point of lying to the Justice League. They’re a group of incompetents and Father doesn’t need to portray himself as a stupid meta to fit in with them. In fact, at first he refused to play along, which had him banned from meeting the Justice League.

Tt, like he cares.

However, then Drake and Todd had started squabbling about who had fooled the Justice League better, with Todd exclaiming he basically wrote the book, while Drake argued he truly cemented everything and created consistency.

Which caused Brown to start complaining that she never got to meet the Justice League and they both missed the opportunity to mess with Father himself, which Damian doesn’t condone. However, it’s clear the others do, because Drake helps her break in as Robin to prove it.

She comes back and loudly exclaims her triumph and that no one can do it better than her. This is obviously a challenge. All the previous Robins have gotten this trail, so he will do it too and show them all that he is the obvious best.

Thus, there is a determination in his step as he stomps after father into the Watchtower for the first time, a glower on his face and his shoulders squared.

They enter a big room with a table, around which all the Justice League members are sitting. A few start to greet Batman, but they are distracted by Damian, who steps up next to him. His rightful place and stares at the assembled heroes.

“I am Robin,” he proclaims. “I am the light of Gotham’s night and the heir to the Batman mantle and I will not have you tarnish Father’s skill set by exposure to your incompetence.”

The heroes look confused, because of course they can’t understand basic language and Father lowers himself to excuse Damian with: “We’ve been having an assassin problem in Gotham, lot of flash bombs,” as if Damian needs to be excused.

The alien that calls himself Superman approaches first, giving Damian one of those patronizing kind smiles as he says: “I’m Superman, it’s nice to meet you Robin.”

With vague disdain floating around in his veins, Damian eyes the hand, not shaking it as he returns: “I will not lie that it is nice to meet you too, alien.”

“Robin,” Father warns. “What have I told you about being polite?”

“Tt.” Damian is above stupid things as social conventions that just waste time, he doesn’t get why Father doesn’t see that.

“Robin.”

Fine, whatever, Damian can try and follow Father’s rules and ethics. He came here to learn to be the Batman, this is apparently the Batman. So, he spits: “My apologies, Kent,” not sounding apologetic at all.

However, it is enough for Father, because he doesn’t pressure Damian to apologize again. Instead he sighs: “I’m sorry about him, he’s getting used to living like a person.”

“Why is he so crabby?” the speedster comments.

“Yeah, he hasn’t got the time to be roughed up by the world yet,” the Lantern says. “Shouldn’t he still have ideals?”

Damian feels a little like biting these imbeciles heads off, however, he is here to complete his mission and to prove to his siblings that he is the best at meeting the Justice League. From what he has observed, ‘fucking with them’ and freaking them out is part of that.

So, he unsheathes his sword and points it at the two fools that spoke and says: “It is clear that you have never been remade out of the darkness.”

“What the fuck,” the Lantern swears, while the speedster squeaks: “Batman, Robin is pointing a sword at us,” ducking behind the Lantern when he does.

Father at least seems to understand the mission. Though, it is still patronizing when he says: “And he didn’t use it. Good job, kiddo.”

“Tt. They would have deserved it if I did. They know not what they speak off, Father,” Damian tsks at the heroes, who are starting to back away from him, he is pleased to note.

“Is this normal, Batman?” the alien asks. “He seems a bit more… mean than his predecessors.”

Damian doesn’t let Father answer for him. He is not a little kid, he can speak for himself just fine, thank you very much.

“Kent,” he barks, now pointing his sword in the direction of the alien. “I have been told it is not polite to speak of someone behind their back, nor to whisper in company. Do you have a good explanation for yourself?”

The alien has the decency to look apologetic, weak as the emotion may be. “I’m sorry, Robin. I- I suppose I was wondering if you were okay?”

“Why would I not be?” Damian snaps, baring his teeth more.

“Uhm, the- the sword is new?” the alien says like it’s a question instead of an observation, because he’s an imbecile.

“The sword was necessary for my birth,” Damian answers anyway, noting an exasperated look on Father’s face. From what he has seen, this is a good thing if he wants to win.

Bruce, meanwhile, has decided to give up and let it play out, only stepping in if Damian starts stabbing. His stupidity has led to this moment, he can live with the shame of whatever his son puts him through. It’s an initiation process at this point. For both of them.

“Your birth?” the speedster asks, looking apprehensive and cautious while doing so. Damian still thinks him incompetent, but he has to give him credit for speaking while scared. He knows that he is a threat, that is bravery.

“Yes, my birth,” Damian says, before decided a monologue would now be in order. Dramatics are a part of succeeding. He has to have a good monologue to assure victory over the others.

He proceeds: “After my predecessor got reabsorbed there were some complications with my emergence. Darkness is strong in Gotham and the night did not want to let me reemerge at first.” He has also noted that it has to be truthful on some level and Father certainly did not want him out in the field at first.

“However, Robin is necessary and I am the rightful heir to take on the mantle. So, I fought Father and ripped myself out of his flesh with this sword. It is formed by the ones that trained the Batman and thus the most suitable weapon against him,” Damian tells them. “It is mine to wield and ensure that I continue to exist as Robin.”

The Justice League appears to be slightly horrified at that, which is a definite success in Damian’s book.

“Are- are you okay, Batman?” the alien asks tentatively, like the coward he is.

Father did, in fact, get slashed on patrol a few days ago and Damian is pleased when he goes along with his story like he has with the others. He does so by bringing a hand to the wound, so that those with heightened senses could smell the blood, as he says: “I’m getting better.”

The Lantern looks pale as he comments: “Is it always so violent?”

“Tt, of course not, the others just had to separate their flesh from Father, ripping their seams that connected them, before finding their shape,” Damian says. “I had to cut myself out of the darkness, ripping out the pieces of flesh I needed from Father to form myself. It was a far more bloody process.”

Before he can continue describing it, Father steps in, much to his dismay. He claps a hand over Damian’s mouth and says: “Like I said, it’s a private affair.”

Vaguely Damian can make out a whispered: “Holy shit,” though he doesn’t know who it was.

“Father, I have enough of these imbeciles,” Damian announces, having fought off the hand and feeling like he has won successfully, so there is no need to remain. “They obviously cannot handle much and I do not wish to exposed to it for longer.”

“I have a meeting, Robin. You can go home by yourself,” Father sighs.

“No, no, it’s okay, we can postpone,” the speedster hastens says. Tt, the man is terrified of this little, how does he operate in the field? How do any of them with how quick they are to agree?

“Fine,” Father gives in easily. Damian doesn’t realize that the Justice League thinks he agrees so easily because he is still recovering from Damian’s birth, but Bruce does. He wonders why he still keeps it up when his kids make him go through shit like this.

They return to the Cave through the Zeta-Beam where they are greeted by applause. Brown comes over and slings an arm around Damian’s shoulders that he is quick to shrug off. She says: “I didn’t know you had it in you, squirt, but that was hilarious.”

“Tt, I am not a squirt,” Damian grouches. “And it is not very difficult. The Justice League are a bunch of incompetent cowards. I would highly recommend cutting ties with them Father.”

“The League are skilled in their own ways and integral to the world’s safety, Damian,” Father replies, before shooing Drake out of the chair so he can work on his cases.

Drake shoots him a glare, but continues on his laptop, while Brown goes back to annoy him once again. Damian doesn’t care. He has to train.

However, later the footage of his interaction with the Justice League appears in the group chat for further evaluation. Todd, however, maintains he fooled them the best, while Brown argues that she tops Todd.

Still, the face the Lantern made when Damian started describing his ‘birth’ becomes a reaction meme in the group chat. Damian has observed this to be a high honor and privately concludes that he has won the contest and has proven himself to be the superior Robin once more.

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A/N:

Omg, Damian is such a difficult character to writeee, I’m strugglinggg! Hope this was okay for a first attempt at getting in his head :D

[froizetta]

WIP Wednesday: baby edition

This week I present my first attempt at writing DC fic for a pairing other than superbat - but, you know, only barely because this is for superbat mini, aka jondami. This is the start of a fic I'm planning out about Jon and Damian through the years (ignoring Bendis' timeskip because I can) in a coming of age story, in which Jon tries to deal with figuring out he's bi and having a crush on his cool(-ish) older best friend. Working title: Puberty Fucking Sucks because like. It just does.

It started when Jon was 12.

There wasn’t anything special about the day itself. In fact, it was pretty ordinary: a normal Thursday afternoon where he and Damian were passing the time between school and patrol in their base, as they did every week. Damian was sitting on the floor with his back to the couch, curled over his sketchbook, doing… Well, Jon didn’t know what Damian put in his sketchbook, since he’d made Jon promise not to look. Jon was nice and a good friend – and maybe a little scared of what Damian might consider fair retribution – so he always humored him.

Meanwhile, Jon was slumped on the couch, putting off doing his homework by half-reading a manga that Damian had recommended. A…shujo? Shogo? Some kind of romance thing. Whatever it was, it wasn’t really enough to capture Jon’s attention. So instead, he found himself watching Damian.

They’d been best friends for most of the last 2 years at this point, so Damian was very familiar to him at this point. But in his boredom, Jon found himself focusing on the details of his face in a way he hadn't before, looking at the parts and not the whole. His eyes were slanted and striking, piercingly and vividly green even hidden below the thick, dark sweep of his lashes. His nose had a little bump at the bridge, and his mouth was small and turned down at the corners, so he always looked a little grumpy even when he was in a good mood. His hair was dark and crazy thick (it was an Arab thing apparently, or so Damian had told him when he’d mentioned it one time) and it was surprisingly soft when he didn’t style it. Jon knew that from personal experience, because once Damian had let Jon hug him during a sleepover when he’d had a nightmare, and Jon couldn’t help but rub his face into it a little, like a cat. Damian had grumbled a little but hadn’t pulled away

Damian was really pretty, Jon thought. It wasn’t a new thought. Damian had always been pretty – though not pretty like girls were pretty, just…attractive. It was just a fact of life, in the way that most actors and pop stars and even Damian’s own parents were just obviously, objectively nice to look at.

But still, something about this Damian was different from the version that lived in Jon’s head. He was still shorter than Jon, although not by much. But even though Damian was smaller than him, he somehow looked…more. Older. His hands had always been long and kinda elegant, but now they looked as strong as Jon knew they were. And his jaw was no longer round and soft like Jon’s, but sharp and defined. Masculine. There was a breadth to his shoulders that felt new, even though logically it couldn’t be since he saw Damian most days, but…but somehow he hadn’t really noticed it before. It made his uniform blazer hang differently, in a way that felt weirdly distracting.

Damian wasn’t just pretty anymore, he realized. Damian was handsome. And Jon wasn’t sure why, but something about that thought got to him, made him feel weirdly hot and squirmy inside.

He quickly buried his face in the pages of the manga he wasn’t reading. He’d felt like this before, months ago. He was watching a commercial break with his parents and the pretty actress on screen had really enjoyed her branded yoghurt. Jon had gone very quiet and very red, and his dad had shot him a knowing look. Which was pretty much the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to anyone ever.

Jon had mumbled something about finishing his homework and fled upstairs. He spent most of that evening typing a bunch of awkward questions into google in private browsing mode. And then after that, he’d guiltily rewatched that yoghurt commercial a few dozen times – but on mute, so his dad couldn’t hear. His attempt at secrecy didn't really pay off, because a week later his dad had come into his room and sat him down for a Talk, as in the Talk, which had firmly pushed the yoghurt incident itself to second place in the ranking of Most Embarrassing Things.

But…but this didn’t make sense, Jon thought to himself. Why would Jon be having yoghurt commercial feelings about Damian? Damian was his best friend!

He chanced a peek at Damian over the top of his manga. It was still just Damian, familiar and sulky and way lamer than he liked to pretend he was. His best friend, Damian. He had his head bowed, pink tongue poking out between his lips like it did when he was intensely focused, and for some reason Jon couldn’t stop staring—

He forcibly ripped his gaze away, mortified. Oh no, this was weird. This was so weird. The yoghurt commercial was rapidly being pushed to third place in the rankings. He needed to leave right now.

He stood abruptly. “Hey, so I’m gonna go.”

Damian turned his head to look at him sharply. His habitual scowl was tinged with confusion. “What? Go where? We’re supposed to patrol in an hour.”

“Just training,” Jon said, false-bright. “I’m gonna work on some stuff. Training stuff.”

The confusion was very much still present. “Oookay?” Damian said. He flipped his sketchbook closed. “Did you want to spar? I could—”

“Nope,” Jon chirped, already edging towards the door. He was trying very hard to look at anything but Damian, which was probably super suspicious, but. Looking at Damian just felt like a lot, okay?

“It’s just some dumb superpower training my dad told me to do,” he continued. “It wouldn’t interest you, trust me. So you can just stay right here, while I go…away from here.” He winced. “Anyway, see you at patrol!”

He didn’t wait for Damian to respond before he turned and marched out of the room, well aware that he was acting absolutely insane but completely powerless to stop it. Thankfully, even though Jon knew Damian was incredibly suspicious of his behavior, he didn’t follow him.

Jon spent the rest of the time before patrol carefully carving patterns into wooden blocks with his heat vision and trying not to think about Damian’s opinions on Activia.

[spacedace]

So I have an idea for a dp x dc fic and I'm going to throw it here since i need to get it out of my head and i'm not sure i'll ever actually write it (and as always if anyone finds my rambles interesting any/all of it us up for grabs to run with):

Elle ends up crashing into the DC universe while exploring, but despite all the dimension/multivariate nonsense that always goes down (or maybe because of it) she can't actually get back, and the levels of ectoplasm are a lot lower than most dimensions which weakens her quite a bit.

There's enough for her to survive, and use her powers a little bit, but using them too much makes her get really weak/maybe even causes serious harm depending on how much she uses.

She finds this out when she tries to open a portal home and both fails to open the portal & passes out as a result of trying. Cut to Elle waking up in Cadmus and realizing "ah, fucked up unethical science, I am familiar with this fuckery" and escapes.

In the process of escaping she comes across Kon, who isn't "finished" yet. He's alive and aged up to a teenager, but isn't quite done with his programming/whatever (this idea came to me based entirely off what I've gleaned through fandom so I don't know the canon of Kon's whole time with Cadmus). Elle immediately realizes "Oh clone baby, that's not good" and breaks him out and takes him with her.

Kon in this doesn't know he's a clone of Superman, he doesn't know a lot of things considering how early into the clone info-dumling process he was in when Elle broke him out. He barely knows language and how to read. What he does know for sure though is that Cadmus is Bad and Getting the Fuck Out is Good so he's down to go with Elle

Queue them becoming friends and being on the run together, learning about this world/dimension together and coming to see each other as family. Eventually they end up in Gotham because it's one of the places that naturally has a higher ectopalsm level and because if you're in the right area no one cares if you have no legal ID (in some circles it's a plus).

Kon gets a lot of odd jobs before eventually ending up working at a strip club or burlesque bar or something (my idea is that it's years after escaping so he's in his early 20s at this point and not just a fresh baby clone anymore and he gets into it because he likes it and it's good money) while Elle uses her ghostly knowledge/what powers she can to work as like a psychic or something like that.

Meanwhile Justice League (with alive again Superman) have found out about the escaped Superman clone and, along with Cadmus, are desperately trying to track him down. The info they have is a bit murky, so they think it's actually *two* clones, one that had Martian dnd also thrown in to the mix based off a short clip they managed to find of Elle phasing through walls.

My idea is that it'd all finally come to a head when Constantine pulls Tim (and maybe also Damian) in on a JL Dark case that involves the Lazerus Pit and for reasons ends up having to hire Elle to help. I'm thinking it's a thing that Elle is a pretty respected name in certain magic circles due to her expert knowledge on the Infinite Realms, though she refuses to work for most people who seek her out - even though the money would be good - because usually it's only evil assholes that want to hire her.

She makes a deal with Jon to help (in exchange for something that would let her get a message to Danny letting him know what happened or something like that) and Kon joins in because there's no way he's trusting a dude Elle calls the "drunk soul slut" with his baby sister unattended, he doesn't *care* if she could handle herself it's not happening.

Anyway, Tim/Kon (and maybe some Damian/Elle) shenanigans during a Lazerus Pit/demon hunting road trip where eventually everyone figures out who Kon & Elle are, Elle manages to get a stable portal setup so she can go home and come back whenever she wants (Kon getting adopted by Danny? Kon getting adopted by Danny) and Kon joining Young Justice and having a good relationship with Clark (who had a lot more time to deal with things before meeting Kon and learned about him as a person before learning he was Clark's clone).

Anyway there would be a scene at the end where Kon would be in his superhero suit for the first time and just:

Clark: Did you choose a hero name yet?

Kon: Yeah, I figured I'd go with Supernova.

Clark, feeling touched: Yeah? Any particular reason?

Kon: It's cool, it has 'Super' in the name, and really it just seemed the easiest option, I'm used to responding to Nova, so *shrugs*

Clark: Yeah? Why's that? Nickname?

Kon: I guess kinda? It's my stage name at the strip club I work at

Clark: what

Tim, brain shut down by this revelation: ...do you do private shows?

Clark: w h a t

[galla02006]

So I was reading a Batman fic ‘broken but functional’ basically it was a fem Damian salt fic, now this inspired me.

Genderbend, Maribat, salt fic, but instead of being salty on Marin’s side let’s throw it at the Wayne’s (minus the girls and Alfred (never Alfred q-q)) and the JL, so I’m a genderbend Dahlia, Marin, and just because I wanna ship Adrian and Kagami as lesbians, Adrian/Adrianna (Adrian short for Adrianna)

So the background of this fic/idea is gonna be based of of broken but functional (aka Selina losing her baby) but I find it unbelievable that the bats don’t have cameras, audio, or some sort of recorder on the suits so I’m a just make it so it corrupted or broke.

Let’s make it a big mission, Dahlia asked for some backup because there were too many people to fight, Selina ends up showing up, takes a few dudes out then gets hit on the stomach, (I’m gonna make it so she knew she was pregnant but overestimated how good she is at fighting/defending) blah, blah, blah, she falls down, blah, blah, blah, in pain, blah, blah, blah, Dahlia finally gets rid of the last one, blah, blah, blah, runs over to Selina to help take her back to the cave, blah, blah, blah, lose baby, blah, blah, blah, you get the rest.

(I imagine Selina was on the monitors cuz Barbra was running late) here’s what I imagine would happen after Selina woke up from the antics and losing the baby, First She’d be told the news, then blame Dahlia cuz she needed assistance and stuff, probably gives a somewhat off version of events like how Dahlia told her to come and help, and of course there would be no evidence to prove Dahlia’s innocence other then her word, which they won’t believe (other then the girls and Alfred) cuz at this time she like 13 and still getting used to living with her father, blah, blah, blah, you get the rest.

So I imagine the girl that takes Dahlia place is like Cat woman’s sidekick/prodigy (I’m basically gonna make her a replica of Lila cuz I’m salty like that) I imagine that everyone distances themselves from Dahlia over a two year period, she’s still robin over the two years until the wanna be Lila (who I’m gonna call Liane cuz why not) Liane takes her place, now this was the last straw.

She’s had most of her family abandoned her, most of her friends, her acquaintances/coworkers, but this! This was the last straw! So she makes up her mind, she was leaving… for good.

Cue the escape plan,

Now Dahlia had a plan, she always did, it’s just no plan was as risky as this one, first she had to get passed the vultures and Alfred, the best time she had Calculated would be Patrol time, when they wouldn’t be at the manor, excluding Alfred, then she’d have to grab Titus, and Alfred the cat (of course) and lastly she’d have to disarm the security system and Cameras to get out.

Now her plan was going smoothly, even managed to avoid Alfred… until she didn’t, she had met him in the security room, just as she disarmed the system and turned around to leave, she met him, face to face.

Alfred Pennyworth, the butler of the manor was standing right in front of her, face to face, a stoic expression on his face, the moment their eyes met she knew there was no hiding it from him, “you can’t stop me.” was what she said, her stoic expression matching the butlers shook for a mirror moment as she saw his expression soften and heard his reply “I know.” he pulled out a paper note with a phone number on it and held it in front of the young Heroine “my private number” was soon followed by a silent pauses as a confused expression was in the young heroines eyes “when you get to wherever you are headed to, I hope you find what you have been looking for, and maybe, one day, you can call and tell me about it.” With a hesitant gaze, she excepted the note, pulling it to her chest whispering a quick “thank you” before passing the butler and leaving the manor with her pets in a hurry.

She soon headed to the docks, there was a cargo ship heading to Europe, getting on the ship was easy, she hid behind the boxes, after a little over a week she’d arrived in Germany, but it wasn’t over yet, her plan was to cross the border to France while also disappearing so no one could find her.

Now the reason why Dahlia chose Europe, more specifically France, was because of her father, he had lesser ties with Europe than any other continent, and France’s capital, Paris, currently has a ‘no-fly rule’, anyone who isn't a native either has to have some sort of business there or has a family emergency because otherwise they were not allowed entry.

TIME SKIP

Dahlia makes it to Paris France in one piece, after arriving she soon found an apartment which she paid for with cash from an account no one knew of, even decided to enroll in school since she has all this free time now.

That's how she ends up meeting Marin and the crew (Marin, Adrian, Kagami, Claude, Luka, Alix, Zoe, Nino, Kim, Max and Julica) she’s placed in the ‘Akuma class’, a class known throughout the school for having the most akumatization and re-akumatizations in the school, when she first arrived to class as a new student, she tries to avoid people, keyword being ‘tries’, the first few people that tried to talk to her got ignored until Marin, in the beginning, she ignored him too but for some reason every time he'd see her he'd greet her with a smile, even though she’s never had a proper conversation with him she slowly starts warming up to him, even developing a crush on him (maybe she's not the only one >:3)

This is how I imagine they actually end up talking, at the end of the school day, they both end up staying behind to clean up the art room, and accidentally get locked in, so after realizing they were locked in the art room they check their phones for a signal, and as their luck have it, they did not, at first it’s two awkward 16 year olds just sitting in silence hoping someone would come and unlock the door, after a few minutes Marin’s the first to break the silence, it was awkward at the beginning but that quickly changes as they both got captivated in their conversation, they hadn’t even noticed that two hours had passed until the art teacher in charge of the room opens the door, they end up swapping numbers, and ever since then they’ve been stuck at the hip.

Marin introduces her to the group and they all become friends, a month later she accidentally finds out Marin and Adrian are Red beetle and kitty Noir and the rest of the group are temporary heroes, she tells them she was robin but she wasn’t anymore because of a fallout she had with most of the bats, she also ends up helping them figure out who Hawkmoth is.

They’re 17/18 years old when they take him down, that’s also around the time when they start a band (sorry, been listening to Disney’s music more specifically lemonade mouth music, and been obsessed with she’s so gone 😅) everyone has their own thing to do so not everyone is in the band per say,

For some reason I see Dahlia as a singer that plays the piano, Marin I see as the costume designer, Adrian after being in the public spotlight her hole life would probably be a Publicist, Kagami would help with all the decorations and art stuff, Claude the manager, Luka another guitar player, Zoe sings and plays the guitar as well, Alix I see on the drums, Kim someone who helps with everything, Max the sound check guy that deals with all the electronic parts, Nino a DJ that can rap, Julica plays the base and sings.

They also wear costumes, masks, and makeup so no one recognizes them, this also when Dahlia and Marin get together.

TIME SKIP PART TWO

Everything is good, The band in successful, They ended up starting a company that quickly took over the entertainment, fashion, and electronic worlds (cuz why not?) (I’m a call it Miracle Corp.)

(No one knows it s them still)

This is also around the time Marin finally pops the question (they’re all like 24/25 btw) Dahlia of course says yes, cue the crew popping out of the bushes cheering, and cue the crew realizing they F-ed up their spying/snooping (lol, anyone else imagine anime/manga characters getting caught?)

Around this time Dahlia finally tells Marin about her past (he knew bits and pieces but never the full story) and let’s just say he was mad (for her not at her)

Also after thinking about it, Dahlia finally decides to call Alfred for the first time in almost ten years, at first, the conversation was a bit awkward but it soon turned into a conversation one would have with a family member they hadn’t talked to in awhile, she’d told him about her life, her friends, fiancé, and his family, who were like her family, she even invited him and the girls to her wedding, he’d told her about his life back at the manor, her sister’s lives, how they panicked when they found out she was missing, and how she was missed dearly by them, at the end of the call they’d planned to meet soon for the wedding and said their goodbyes.

TIME SKIP PART THREE

The meeting between Alfred, Stephanie, Cassandra, Barbra, Marin, and my friends went well, and everyone enjoyed themselves.

None of the Wayne’s really knew that Barbra, Stephanie, Cassandra, and Alfred were attending my wedding, Everyone thought Barbra, Stephanie, and Cassandra, were going to a wedding of a close friend, Liane tried to tag along but was instantly shot down, claiming it was a ‘close friends and Family’ wedding, as for Alfred, everyone thought he was going on a Vacation to relax, not attend the same wedding as the girls.

(Btw this is a good parent Talia)

The day had started with everyone getting ready, everyone was nervous yet so excited, after about three hours, everyone was ready to head out, the guys had headed there earlier and had warned everyone about the Paparazzi outside the venue, some people would probably confuse it with a red carpet instead of a wedding, that was of course the fault of the guest list, but oh well, if that’s the price to pay to have your famous friends and family attend your wedding, so be it.

When we arrived, there ware bouncers/bodyguards separating the Paparazzi from the wedding guests, after getting out the car and them managing to get a few pictures of us, we headed inside, the wedding was being held at a private ground that Marin’s Nona owned (I imagine she’s loaded since she’s always traveling) to say if was beautiful was an understatement, it was gorgeous, and it definitely added character to the wedding, especially the ceremony, which was short and sweet.

After everyone else had walked down the aisle (groom, groomsmen, flower girl, bridesmaids) mother had walked me down it as well, when we got to the end, she kissed my head, placed my hand in Marin’s, and took her seat, I’m pretty sure everyone was crying, because at this point I started to and Marin was holding back tears.

And after came the reception, we spent about three hours taking photos, socializing, dancing, and eating an early dinner before leaving everyone to start the after party, and from what I’ve heard it was a mix of interesting and wild, but all in all fun.

The pictures the Paparazzi managed to take were published the day after the wedding, on our way to the airport, the honeymoon lasted about two weeks, we went all around St. Lucia, and Amalfi Coast, we were recognize about everywhere we went, a few people wanted a picture or photo with us but most left us alone, understanding it was our honeymoon and we probably wanted to be alone.

The day we had gotten back home was a bit chaotic, somehow it had gotten out what flight we were on so the airport was crowded with Paparazzi and fans, after 15 minutes of some really impressive stealth skills, we’d managed to get to our car without being spotted.

When we arrived home, Just when we got out of the car, someone approached us, said someone, turned out to be not a someone but a group of people, The Wayne’s, seeing them was a shock itself, but seeing them in front of my house? Now that made me freeze in place, Marin had noticed and decided to stand next to me and hold my hand, I expected that they’d question me and even insult me but what I didn’t expect was for them to start apologizing, saying how they found out just recently that Selina was lying, as soon as they found out they kicked her and her prodigy/student out, and they wanted me to come back “home”, at this I could feel Marin grow angry on my behalf, I, myself was somewhat numb, after year's of heartbreak and self-blame, I didn't really care anymore, they choose to believe someone else, they didn't even let me defend myself, not even hearing what I had to say, So In a cold manner, and stoic face, I calmly replied, “I’m sorry mr. Wayne but, what does your family’s business have to do with me?” Their faces grew shocked, they tried to protest but I continued before they could “whether ms. Kyle lied or not is none of my business, at the end of the day you chose not to let me defend myself or hear me out, you pushed me away blaming me for her mistakes without giving me a chance, it made me feel unworthy, unloved, untrusted, and I hated myself for a long time because of it... because of you, I don't need people like that in my life. So, please leave my residents before I decide to call the cops on you for trespassing.” and before they could even open their mouths, I turned around and started walking off with Marin holding my hand, a smug grin on his face.

Time skip part four? (few months)

So, I'm pregnant, it wasn't intentional, we used protection, but it happened.

The first person I told was Marin, at first, he was shocked but as it sunk in he got excited, We’d both decided to tell our family and friends soon, the media and other people can wait.

We’d set up a get-together at our place, all our friends and family were invited, we told everyone over dinner, everyone was excited, they'd poped oven a few wine bottles to celebrate, everyone else who was underaged or couldn't drink drank some alcohol free champagne, we told the girls and Alfred over a call, all were excited but swore to secrecy.

A few months later, no one outside of our friend group knew about my pregnancy, everyone found out when I was Five Months in and couldn’t hide it anymore, and let’s just say the internet went wild until it broke, this was also around the time we decided to have a baby shower, which was fun, we found out we were having a twins, a boy and girl.

At the end of my pregnancy, When I finally had them, i knew I’d do anything for them, they were here, and it felt like this was home, it was perfect, they were perfect, everything was perfect, life was perfect, thank you.

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Omg, I finally got this done, I’m sorry if there were any Grammar mistakes, please call me out if you find any, I hope you enjoy it, and here are some pictures I made on Pinterest instead of finishing this sooner:

[illumiru]

Ooh can u talk about ur theory where batcest fucked up fanon?

okay sorry for taking so long anon- i was very sleepy when i got this. take all of this with a grain of salt bc i joined the fandom late and i made a huge guess on what might have happened based on patterns from previous fandoms and my knowledge of fandom history. and hearsay from older fans.

BUT okay, my THEORY is that people who made b*tcest content then at the initial rise of the modern dc fandom probably watched young justice first and then go on to read a few comics here and there to discover their favorite robin. young justice was around the time new 52 became a thing so for a lot of fans at that time, that's usually their introduction to the rest of the batfam.

fandom does and fandom is wont to do though and since the batboys p much look like each other, they skewed their characterizations into easily digestible shallow tropes to make it easier to distinguish one robin from the other.

dick got saddled with the sunshine cuddle-monster (highly suspect this was influenced by young justice and n52), jason is the bad boy with the heart of gold, the draco in leather pants (possibly rhato influenced), tim is the sad uwu twink coffee super genius (red robin influenced) and damian's personality is either hellspawn or diagnosed 13 years old. (depends if they like damian or not).

the thing with the batfandom though is that a lot of them tend to be insular. so when it comes to dc content, they consume batfam content ONLY. knowing fandom, they can't consume content without shipping so they're like why not with each other? around the time, people are also a lot more likely to ship incest and don't consider adopted siblings actually related so it's seen as "not as bad."

that said, b*tcest has existed way before this period. even in batman year one: deluxe edition, there was a comic that said that some people saw batman and robin as a metaphor for homosexuality. (what the fuck)

and there were livejournal groups for batslash. that said, fandoms were very small pockets of community at the time instead of the consolidated mass it will be on tumblr. so from what i heard from older fans is that at the very least people who were making any kind of fan content have read the comics. i think i read a meta that dick's fanon self at the time tended to be a bit like his outsiders self.

anyways, there wasn't even a reliable archive besides fanfiction dot net. so if people made ooc b*tcest fic or art then, it won't have the reach it has now in influencing fellow fans. (that said, dc managed to hire a writer who ships br*dick, giving these b*tcest shippers fuel. the resulting mischaracterization of the way devin writes dick will help fuel his fanon self later on. so that's one example already of how b*tcest fucked up fanon)

so with the influx of new fans from young justice and the rise of tumblr, modern dc fandom was born and in came the b*tcest shippers with fanon characterizations based off the show and n52 comics and their own headcanons.

with the way tumblr is set up, it's easy for non-fans of the franchise to see content from your fandom so people who haven't read the comics started coming in as well because they liked the fan content they saw. comics is a very daunting medium for people to get into because of the amount of material that can conflict with each other there is. so a lot of these new fans like to consume only fanon.

with the amount of b*tcest artists and writers there was, even people who didn't ship it would see non-explicit fanon content from these creators and assume it's is accurate. and so, the fanon characterizations became slowly accepted and popular and they end up adapting these b*tcest shippers' headcanons as well.

it did not help that a lot of b*tcest shippers will make meta to make certain batfam members closer than they actually are. and people took this plus the out of context panels as word of god of how they actually act around each other.

for example of fanon things that might be influenced by b*tcest

batfam living all in the manor (they don't.)

jason and tim's closeness with another (besides that one lobdell page where jason said tim's the only one he can stand and we shouldn't even consider bc lobdell does jackshit to research, they weren't very close at all.)

jason's use of the baby bird nickname for tim (major red flag)

dick being promiscuous/a womanizer/someone who likes getting naked (he's not. there's much canon evidence of him being uncomfortable with being objectified, unsure about nudity and being extremely monogamous. it's just a mischaracterization perpetuated by devin grayson (br*dick shipper) and tim seeley (hack)

i could list more (or you guys can comment more) but i'm honestly losing steam writing this. jnfenf i think as a fandom, we're getting better at debunking fanon at least - especially since the influx of batfans has slowed down compared to its peak. plus, inc*st is being more and more widely denounced in fandom spaces at all.

anyway, those are my rambling thoughts on how b*tcest shippers influenced fanon jkfnjkenf

[squiddybeifong]

Can I ask for the batsiblings reaction to Damian pacing so much he wore a hole in the floor? Doesn't have to be a fics, maybe headcanons?

Sorry for the rather long wait. Kinda wanted to make this a fic

Here's the floor pacing fic

On Ao3 here

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Alfred hadn’t outwardly reacted to Damian’s obvious lie as to why he had paced the floorboards uneven, but the butler absolutely took action for amending the tripping hazard in the boy’s room. With the floor repairman on the line and a measuring tape in hand nothing was amiss, of course.

Dick had already kept him up-to-date with the gossip about the two Titan birds, so Alfred hadn’t been surprised whatsoever. His position in the family meant that he’d watched the awkward budding romances of most everyone who’d called the Manor home. Damian being frustrated at his feelings for a teammate was nothing compared to a (very grown) Bruce being moody after Selina rebuffed his kiss while ‘on the clock’ or Dick’s increasingly creative attempts at sneaking around with Kori before the ‘no dating metahumans or aliens’ rule had been lifted. Honestly, watching the pun-laden flirting that Steph ladled out to both Tim and Cass on a near daily basis was more awkward than his youngest ward taking his repressed emotions out on the floors.

Unfortunately for Damian, the butler arranged for the floor repairman to show up during the day. Most notably, the repairman arrived at exactly the specified 1:35 p.m., not wanting to be late when called upon to fix anything belonging to Bruce Wayne.

Why Robin had believed that (like everyone else in Gotham) this worker would be fashionably late, he didn’t know. What Damian did know was that he hadn’t heard Grayson open the door. Nor had he heard his brother head up with Alfred and the repairman into his room. And he especially didn’t hear as Alfred slyly mentioned that he believed Dick’s gossip was coming to a head, if the worn path in the floor meant anything.

No, Damian heard none of it. Not when he was busy brushing BatCow and making sure that every square inch of the barn was properly ventilated so she couldn’t possibly overheat in the approaching summer weather. So when the youngest Bat stalked into the Manor, he’d been all but ambushed.

It didn’t take a detective to realize why he’d been pacing so much. Even without Alfred’s confirmation, it was unlike Damian to avoid going back to the Titans early if he could help it. Batman hadn’t looked up when Robin had elected to stay another week when they were in the BatCave, but his siblings sure had. And while Bruce didn’t outwardly ponder about how intense things had to be for Damian to go out of his way to avoid a certain someone, this new information had Dick positively enchanted at the prospect of his baby brother being in love.

“I’m not in love with Raven,” Damian hissed out.

Jason snickered as he reclined in his seat, his face full of mirth at the flustered crack in Damian’s voice. Cass was sitting upside down with her legs resting on the couch’s back, her smile wide as she took in her youngest brother’s irritated, embarrassed body language (nevermind the barest hint of an actual blush on his face when vehemently denying any feelings he had towards his fellow Titan).

Babs’ smile was wide and cheerful as she pointed out, “Who said anything about Raven?” Duke perked up from his spot next to Cass, immediately adding on, “Yeah, Dami. We thought you were just falling for her?”

Steph snorted, “Falling over those footprints in the floor, more like it.”

Tim laughed behind his gulp of his coffee, sleepily (and loudly) drawling out to the blonde, “A Robin and his Raven. Guess you can say they’re a real pair of lovebirds, huh?”

Damian glared at them all, fighting the urge to pinch between his eyes. Why were all the Bats at the Manor? Shouldn’t they be on patrol instead of bothering him?

Jason clicked his tongue and rested his arms on the table. He met Dick’s gaze, saw the way his older brother’s eyes brightened up with mischief and scratched at the streak of white in his hair. Deciding that messing with Damian was by far the most fun he’d have in the Manor that morning, Jason asked, “So, Lil’ D… What’re you gonna get your girlfriend? Can’t come back empty handed.”

“She’s not my--”

Babs interrupted him, nudging Tim with her elbow, “Do not tell me he wasn’t planning on getting her anything.”

Steph lazily rested on the chair’s edge. The blonde leaned over to rest against Jason’s shoulder, her fist pressed to her face. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek; it wasn’t likely she’d be much use for knowing how Raven would want to be wooed. She had heard of her but she had yet to actually meet Damian’s mystery crush, after all. She let out a hum, “What does Raven like? It’s gotta be something personal!”

Damian clicked his tongue as his siblings were suddenly oh so chatty at Spoiler’s suggestion, their unwanted ideas filling the room.

“What if he paints her something?”

“Doesn’t she like old books? Maybe one of those first editions that Alfred was thinking about donating last year?”

“Wait a sec-- Dick, isn’t she goth? B did get that set of obsidian jewelry at the last gala.”

“Hell, if we’re going that route I’m sure Selina has some nice rings somewhere--”

“Maybe something that isn’t stolen, Tim.”

“Just be honest with her.”

The room went quiet at Cass’ simple instruction. Still in her Orphan suit from her early morning patrols and reclining in her inverted spot on the couch, the brunette somehow kept a serious face as she stared at Damian upside down.

Seeing that no one was going to add-on to her suggestion, Cass blew some of her bangs out of her face and shrugged, “You like her for a reason.”

Brown eyes slyly glanced around the room, gratefully falling on Babs as she piped up, “Cass is right. I really don’t think Damian of all people would fall for someone who’s all about dating mind-games.”

Ignoring Damian’s exasperated lie of “I haven’t fallen for her!” in the background, Steph slumped down on the couch next to Duke. Her face was contemplative, “Then maybe we should invite her here?”

Dick let out an excited laugh the same time Tim clapped his hands and grinned at their resident computer whiz, “Babs could absolutely get her up to speed on patrolling Gotham for a bit, right?”

The redhead looked excited at the idea. Pushing her glasses further up her nose before they fell, Babs teasingly asked, “What is it about Gotham and bird-based superheroes?”

Duke shrugged, a hand cradling his chin in thought. “Not sure, but Dami obviously won’t confess if we’re not around to kick him into doing it.”

Jason clicked his tongue at the possibility of the youngest Bat listening to them and raised a brow Dick’s way, “Any chance at all that she’ll make the first move?”

Irritated at the topic, Damian turned on his heel and retreated to the kitchen. Ignoring the chorus of “C’mon, Dami” behind him (and planning on fighting Todd later for the childish boos that the antihero was aiming at his back), Robin set about grabbing some snacks for his pets when he heard two sets of footsteps approach.

He bit back a groan as Dick practically skipped into the room, Cass on his heels. “What now?”

Nightwing let out a laugh at his brother’s sneer, “You do know that we’re only trying to help, right?” He took a few pears from the fridge and handed them to Damian, knowing that they were BatCow’s favorite. Hearing as Cass opened the cabinet doors to find where the rawhide bones and cat treats were stored, Dick pressed on, “I know she already knows me but it might be easier introducing everyone as a segue into talking to her about other things…”

Cass let out a quiet snort at his suggestion. She shook her head and offered a better idea, “Alfred first.”

Dick tilted his head, nodding in agreement a moment later. He ignored the violent way Damian was cutting up the pears and said, “That’ll probably be for the best. Living with the Titans is one thing; we gotta ease her into our particular brand of madness.”

Tossing aside the stems and peeled off stickers, Damian sulked, “None of this is necessary.”

Cass hid her smile with her hand. Dick hummed out, “You don’t want your girlfriend to meet your family?”

“She won’t be my--” Damian couldn’t say the potential title just yet. He clicked his tongue, “Just because you all think I have feelings for her doesn’t mean she’ll reciprocate.”

The older two visibly paused at his words.

Her head tilting in concern, brown eyes studied Robin for a moment. Damian glared at Cass but she ignored him. Dick leaned against the wall, the worried furrow in his brow betraying his nonchalant stance. He spoke out the obvious, “Do you really think she’s not interested?”

“She thinks I’ve been avoiding her--”

Cass shrugged, “You have.”

Damian continued as if he hadn’t heard her, “--so I doubt any feelings she may have towards me are positive right now.”

Dick let out a hum, “You didn’t answer the question.”

Ophan’s suit somehow didn’t shine in the kitchen’s fluorescent light as she crossed her arms, “Yes or no?”

Damian bit the inside of his cheek. It was quiet in the kitchen for a moment as he thought over all the moments he and Raven had shared, the comfortable quiet pauses between crimefighting, training, and avoiding their teammates’ noise. She never seemed to dislike his company, but she was stoic enough that he could never tell if her heart leaped into her throat whenever she noticed that they were alone.

He suppressed a jump as Cass entered his personal space.

Olive eyes were reluctant as she poked his cheek. “You’re not stupid,” She figured it was progress when he didn’t try to swat her hand away, but she couldn’t keep the beam off her face at the boy’s blush. A hint of smugness crept into her voice, “So she is?”

“I don’t know.”

Cass looked to the Manor’s main entrance, knowing that in half a week’s time the entire structure would be full of lights, flowers and who knew what else B’s planners would bring. A spring gala with flowers and enough hidden corners for a pair to get lost in the crowd.

In other terms: the perfect setting for a first date.

She met Dick’s gaze and grinned at the knowing look on his face. His hair nearly fell out of its bun as he let out a whoop, wrapping an arm around Damian. Thoughts of finding Raven a gala-ready dress (and maybe a matching suit) in mind, Dick couldn’t keep the excitement out of his movements.

Ignoring the aggravated yet cautiously hopeful way Damian shrugged off his brother’s arm, Cass clasped her hands in front of her chest. “Only one way to find out.”