#Thomas Wayne has been a guardian spirit for his family

[menolly5600]

Thomas isn't just a guardian spirit. He's a doctor, a healer. It was his calling to heal others and his city even before he died.

Thomas pouring his energy into his family is a good part of why and how his son and grandkids have managed to survive injuries that should have killed them. His efforts to heal them is why their injuries haven't left them crippled or with limited physical capability. His energy and Lady Gotham's power boost is why they heal up so quickly and cleanly, without debilitating complications.

Keeping them safe and in decent health is exhausting for a spirit. Even with Lady Gotham's help, he's still been barely more than a shade as all his available energy goes towards his living family.

Martha herself was fractured for so long, scattered among her pearls. She was barely a shade until her pearl necklace got to Amity Park and started absorbing ambient ectoplasm. When Danny had first seen her she'd been glitching and faded like a stuttering film reel. He'd struggled to understand her at first, which is why he rushed her to Frostbite.

With good clean ecto and time soaking in the Zone she stabilized and could manifest more fully without glitching. But not enough to appear to normal people yet. Frostbite explained she needed her anchor object, the pearls, to be unified and whole to gain her full strength.

Martha could sense them, and get faint glimpses of the surroundings of the missing pearls. The rest were all in Gotham. A good chunk were at Wayne manor. Between that and Martha wanting to reunite with Thomas and Bruce, and the grandkids, of course Danny would help her get home.

Road trip to Gotham City! Sam has always wanted to go. Tucker wanted to see Wayne Enterprises. And even if not, they're all Ride and Die with each other. Weekend road trip let's go! Sam even has her license and Danny can drive almost anything even if he's only got a learner's.

Danny wears the pearls under his shirt, against his skin, to maximize the ecto Martha can absorb. It helps let her manifest during the trip. And not just because Danny takes every opportunity to literally dramatically clutch his pearls as a joke.

Once Bruce takes the necklace to place safely with the pearls he'd managed to safekeep, then Martha has enough of her anchor reunited to manifest to Bruce and all her grandkids. She's still a little fuzzy on the edges and not fully corporeal. But they can feel her touch even if faintly. The more pearls collected the more solid and present she becomes.

And oh, when Bruce finds out his parents, his wonderful loving proud of him parents, that he just got back in his life; and the kids that did so much to reunite them; and his big little boy Jason, are considered non-sentient by law? Are at risk of being hunted down like vermin and experimented on? And when the Batkids find out? Oh ho.

You know how in some ghost stories sometimes its not a person or a land that's haunted but the items?

Well what if, when looking for a mother's day gift for his mom, Danny is looking around a pawn shop and finds a necklace, it's missing some pearls but it's just enough to pass off as a decent gift. Danny humms but decides against it and goes to leave it....

That was until he gasped out blue frost and spots a ghostly woman appear out of the necklace with a somber smile. She isn't as seeable as the other ghosts in Amity though, meaning she doesn't have enough ectoplasm on her own (that might change the longer she's in Amity and around Danny though) and that right now only Danny can see her.

And Danny well... hes been doing his hero gig for a bit now, might go and ask if there was anything he can do to help.

And later Danny's good deed... bites him back. Oh boy. Because now he has the Bats looking into Amity Park... Wait what do you mean Martha is now strong enough to be seen?!

[brucewaynehater101]

AU: Alfred Pennyworth

TW: death, suicide mention, murder

Alfred is an extremely talented former SIS agent who used to use his theater performances as an alias for undercover work. After the death of his father, he follows the man's wishes to become a butler for the Wayne family. He prides himself on his decorum, trained skills for being a butler, and his weapons handling. His ability to rear a child was... lacking, but Alfred learned how to balance his responsibilities as guardian and employee.

If a few threats to Bruce growing up suddenly disappeared or stopped, surely Alfred would have no knowledge of why. He'd thank the spirits of Martha and Thomas Wayne for their intervention since the butler was too busy with [task] to have been the one to have dealt with it.

Alfred is pained by Bruce's decision to don a bat suit, but he, for the most part, doesn't interfere. He allows Bruce to throw himself into danger despite how it pains Alfred to watch that.

Then Master Bruce brings home a kid from the circus.

To say Alfred was nervous about Master Dick joining the Master Bruce on the streets was an understatement. Still, it was not Alfred's place to interfere.

Then Master Bruce brings home another young lad.

Master Jason joins his family in their fight against crime.

Then they lose him.

Alfred's grief and his refusal to lose his son are the only reasons he doesn't assemble his favored Remington and eradicate the moster who took his grandson. As much as it pained the older gentleman, Bruce needed Alfred to refrain. The butler could not add the dilemma of a family member murdering someone to the younger man's shoulders.

This time, when a young lad wears bright colors to save Gotham, it is not at the behest of Master Bruce. In fact, for the first handful of months, Master Tim continues in spite of Master Bruce's discouragement. This is what saves his son from the suicidal path he was keen on taking.

Alfred, once the family finally seemed to be on the mend, often contemplates whether it's time to finally put the clown down for good. Scared of rocking the boat too much, Alfred once again refrains.

Then Master Jason returns.

It's pure chaos for a bit as the family tries to navigate all of the pain they've caused each other and the tension of their circumstances. It's certainly not an easy task, particularly due to the constant upheavals. The continuous change of people in their life (those who arrive, those who return, and those who leave forever) certainly don't help. Even though the situation is not ideal, Alfred welcomes the new children of Wayne Manor.

Then Alfred loses his son.

The older man will admit he doesn't handle the situation as well as he should have. He knew, after rough patrols and missions, that it was a possibility that his son would leave before him. Still, a part of Alfred had always denied its plausibility. Surely, after the deaths of Martha and Thomas, the world would not be cruel enough to force Alfred to bury his son.

It was.

The remaining family fell into despair, clashed, and then splintered to differing corners of the world. Alfred could only hold onto two of his grandchildren. It was an adjustment, but they managed.

Then Master Tim, in a whirlwind of his own making, brought Bruce back to Alfred once more.

This is where Alfred's restraint crumbles. With all of his family home once more, the older man swears to maintain this status no matter what Master Bruce has to say about his methods.

It's been decades since Alfred was the renowned spy with a penchant for trouble. He maintained some of his contacts but otherwise faded to obscurity. His reputation, or at least his code name, is still whispered by newer and older recruits. He was terrifying, and his success rate was impossible. There's a reason he had to fight for his retirement and that the Royal family holds him in high regard.

Alfred may not be as spry as he once was, but every single limb of his will snap before any member of his family is taken again.

The older man is ready to strike the next threat that appears. While he lies in wait, he'll continue doting on his charges.

Or, I want more Alfred characterization of John Wick and Kingsman combined

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Snow Be It: Sleighing Nightmares in the Nic(holas) of Time

by wingdinged What goes better together than the cold and the dark? That's what Pitch asks Mr. Freeze when he wants to recruit him in a plan to plunge the world back into the dark ages. He's already got this Scarecrow fellow on his side, and with his fear toxin working with Pitch's nightmares, he'll be able to regain his strength and crush those pesky Guardians once and for all, with extreme prejudice and extra terror, this time. What he's not counting on (again) is Jack Frost. Specifically, Jack's ability to endear himself to anyone, including a family of, ahem, batshit insane vigilantes who throw themselves at the supernatural and always come out on top. And their leader? Well, he's been trained by Santa (North), himself, so Pitch really doesn't know what he's getting himself into. At the same time, Jack finds himself discovering what it means to be truly seen, and loved, by other people than just his small circle he's deemed safe. It's a hard lesson to learn, and his exterior may be frosty and carefree, but he'll get there, because the cold and dark do belong together. Just not how Pitch imagined, really. Words: 11006, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Rise of the Guardians (2012), Batman - Santa Clause: Silent Knight Comic Arc Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Nicholas St. North, E. Aster Bunnymund, Barbara Gordon, Sanderson Mansnoozie, Toothiana (Guardians of Childhood), Elves (Rise of the Guardians), Jamie Bennett (Rise of the Guardians), Nightmares (Rise of the Guardians), Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow, Victor Fries, Mr. Freeze Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Jack Frost & Phil the Yeti (Rise of the Guardians), Jack Frost & Bruce Wayne, E. Aster Bunnymund & Jack Frost & Nicholas St. North & Sanderson Mansnoozie & Toothiana, Jack Frost & Pitch Black, The Guardians of Childhood & The Batfamily Additional Tags: Crack Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Jack Frost Needs a Hug (Guardians of Childhood), Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Fluff and Angst, Christmas, Black Friday, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU), Crazy Gotham City (DCU), Blizzards & Snowstorms, Hypothermia, Cold Weather, Poor Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Jack Frost Has Issues (Guardians of Childhood), Protective Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Team as Family, Post-Rise of the Guardians (2012), Alternate Universe - Rise of the Guardians Fusion, holiday fic, Batman Was Trained By Santa, Who is North In This Universe, Pitch Black Comes Back, The Guardians Meet the Batfamily, this fic allows my childhood fixation to meet one of my current ones, Adoption, Immortality, Spirit Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), major character death warning: jason and jack, what else do you expect, Bruce knows North, Jason Todd Takes Care of Crime Alley | Park Row, people keep putting danny phantom in the batfam, what other ghost boy deserves found family?, Jack Frost - Freeform, that's who, no beta we die like jack for his sister via https://ift.tt/hWr4NkJ

[vln-vibes]

Of Legends, Fairy Tales and Folklore

AKA A MariBat, Ever After High inspired AU

In the World there are certain stories that are universally known. They're known as Legends or Fairy Tales. Every knew the big stories; The Classics of Grimm Tales - Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Goldilocks and the Three Bears etc etc. They even created a new celebration for such stories; Legacy Day. It was a rare event that everyone wished to see; the day the Stories and Legends pledged to follow their story to the tea, no games, no divergence, a perfect recreation through and through. But there were other Legends that began to emerge like those of the Miraculous; The Miraculous were items blessed by the gods of the universe and they always played out the same stories. The Ladybug and the Black Cat would always retrieve the stolen Butterfly, it was always stolen back from the guardians after. The Ladybug would recruit other heroes to aide in their journey and become the next Guardian. The Ladybug and the Black Cat would get together and live their happily ever after.

However people were often unaware of the Folktales- divergent stories that took a split with each incarnation. They began with the story of Bruce Thomas Wayne, an aristocratic boy who lost those dear to him at a young age. His story should have ended that day, he would live his days reclused in his castle, never to see the light of day... However that was not how his story went. He took his mourning and channeled it to create a new Legend. He became the  Batman, a champion against the evil of the world to ensure no one would be destined for a tragic ending. Then came Richard John Grayson.  The day his world came crashing he was destined to become the Talon, a weapon for the Court of Owls and Gotham’s dirty aristocrats; Bruce saved him from a miserable ending and the story of Robin was born. Batman and Robin became folktales; to show that not everything was set in stone, that there were multiple paths to a single beginning. Jason Peter Todd, Timothy Jackson Drake and Stephanie Brown all took on their own incarnations and versions of Robin; each unique in their own way but maintaining their mission to rid the world of its tragic endings that were deemed to be destiny. Along the way came the tales of Batgirl, Batwoman, Black Bat, Spoiler and Signal.

Damian Wayne-al Ghul was one such spirit who was saved. His destiny was to become the ultimate weapon for his family. A culmination of the greatest of the world. When he was at his perfect state he would become the vessel for the Demon. His destiny would not be kind. The story of Batman and Robin were what brought him hope, the small amount he allowed himself. When he finally left the dreaded compound, he was finally able to see that he didn't have to be a weapon for his grandfather. Thus the story of the Fifth Robin began.

Each person selected to be a Story or a Legend was born with a mark, one which would represent their role in the story. When they reached the age of 10 they would wake up to find a blank book, one which only they could read and could never be lost or destroyed. Marinette Dupain-Cheng did not know what to think when she saw the Ladybug mark over her heart, she ensured no one could see it as she knew it would be important for later in her life. The book that appeared when she was ten told her snippets of her story, she could never know too much lest she face unforeseen consequences. 

 "The young Ladybug was loved by all.... Ladybug knew what this moment meant, after all she knew since she was a little girl... The Ladybug and the Black Cat were loved by all, regarded as the best in history... She was abandoned by her friends, all quick to leave her for the next big thing... Ladybug knew she could not deny destiny... Ladybug fell for ..." 

 Marinette did her best to be a good friend, always accommodating, always compassionate and always willing to help her friends.... She never wanted to lose them. When she met Adrien Agreste she thought something clicked, as though he was her destiny to meet. She had felt the same when she met Chloe, Kim, Alix, Max, Nathaniel,(maybe Nino) but something felt different, something she could not place her finger on. The day she found a small black box in her bedroom she knew what it meant, after all she had known since she was a little girl. The day she met the small Kwami she could not help but think that she was hiding something, her eyes looked saddened before smiling and introducing herself.

As soon as Ladybug made an appearance on the rooftops along with Chat Noir everyone was talking about Legacy Day. The Parisians couldn't help but see when their Ladybug would finally announce their Legacy day. Everyone wanted their favorite heroes to get a reassure Happily Ever After.

The Folktales or Justice League , honestly they had no idea who came up with the name, did not know how much progress Ladybug's story had made. "No one truly knows how different each story of the Ladybug is" Diana, the Princess of Thymescara, and current Wonder Woman explained to Batman and Superman, a new folktale with unprecedented beginning, "My mother was once Ladybug, but to be the Ladybug there is always a price. Each and every one is cursed with a robbed happily ever after, a fact many ignore. My mother, after retrieving the Butterfly, was betrayed by her Black Cat; he wanted my mother to be his happily ever after, when she refused he murdered her, its how she was chosen to be Queen of Thymescara by the goddesses. Jeanne d'Arc was burned at the steak for refusing to sign the Storybook of Legends, they accused her of being a witch and of terrible crimes, that she had deceived them and was not the true Ladybug. Even those that signed did not live happy lives after the story was done... I can't help but want to save this Ladybug from the same ending" 

 Adrien Agreste was always told he was born for greatness. His mother and aunt said so the moment his cat mark came out. They wondered which tale would be his or if he and Felix would play their tale; The Twin Rings. He knew he would be getting his happily ever after so he put up with his father's ridiculous standards, the overbearing work and overly sheltered life. Someday, he knew, he would get to see the real world, make friends, he'd get his happily ever after. The moment he met Ladybug he knew it was heading for the right direction. Meanwhile Plagg is sure that Adrien is a cat but not his Black Cat. He of course can't really do anything about it and ever since his mother passed, Adrien's father locked up all their Books. Because Adrien technically knows they're in his father's safe its not considered lost so it can't reappear to him; he has no clue about his story but he thinks it’ll all play out in the end. Ladybug liked Chat Noir but she did not want him to be her happily ever after... she was beginning to doubt if she would even get one. The more time she spent as Ladybug, the greater her magic and her ability to read the past tales of Ladybug. They all began so grand and courageous but... the closer they got to the ending the more tragic she began to find them. Even those that signed the storybook of legend would eventually fail to protect the butterfly, thus the cycle continued. Tikki does eventually confess about the thing with Ladybugs and Marinette isn't surprised, its actually something all Ladybugs end up realizing and just strive forward with it. A few did try to change the story but by that point it was too late; Tikki has hope Marinette still has time to change or decide to stick with the story. With the introduction of "Lila Rossi", the supposed granddaughter of the one Pied Piper of Hamlet and Ermellina, not to mention she was destined Fox of the Miraculous; the Ladybug began to feel her friends move away... they no longer needed her. Or that was what she believed. As it turned out her classmates who had their own Book and story were aware of a wolf in sheep’s clothing who would try to destroy their stories. Many chose to play along with her, to see how it was possible for her to change stories while other stood firmly on their ground and had unknowingly allied themselves to the Ladybug, the test for their own stories.  What they don’t realize is that Lila's actually a Page Ripper, like a dream-eater except for stories, she lives off of or just enjoys destroying stories because she knows hers will end with her being stuck with a terrible ending, in her opinion. She refuses to realize that she only get the terrible ending because she began to destroy other stories.When she saw Marinette she recognized her as definite main character for a Story and began her vendetta against her At this point she already has Ryuuko, Viperion and Queen Bee as her permanent holders, she made a mistake of choosing Alya as the Fox (one her book warned about, and now Alya thinks its supposed to be for Lila.) In reality she has no clue who or if there is even a person who was meant to be the Fox in this version of the story or if she's just supposed to give it to whoever she deems worthy. The Kwami tell her not to worry about it and just choose allies she is sure about. She does eventually recruit other temporary holders but she’s unsure if she could trust them after Rena Rouge.  Everything began to change once more when they ventured to Gotham, the city of Folktales as it was home to the Batman. Their class had been enraptured by the newest story Lila had come up with, about convincing a story to finally follow their destiny and sign their storybook of legends, when she was called out for the fact that it was not her call to make... No one had to follow any so call destiny or story. "Do you not understand! Without the stories the world will fall apart!" she had yelled out 

"And I believe you have no clue where you are. Here, no one has to follow their stories, everyone is free to make their own decisions and create their own version of their story" "And how would you know!" some angry yells began before he took out a book, it was a deep emerald green, easily mistaken for black at a glance, with golden details and cuffs, at the center was a ruby gem, in cursive the spine said 'Damian Wayne' where it once said Ibn al Xu'ffasch That was how the young Ladybug was introduced to the concept of Folktales and met the young Robin. 

 Selina Kyle, the Catwoman, knows that she at some point gains a protege but it should have happened some time ago (around the time one of her old friend’s passed away), she's not sure how she feels about that.  Marinette isn’t sure if she want to sign the Storybook of Legends, truly no one on her team is, but the Parisians are getting persistent. Even city officials are breathing down her neck and she can’t help but think of Jeanne.

Damian's story of Robin begins to transition into a weird mix about becoming a cat of some sort and of breaking a curse.

All anyone is sure of is that

The End is just the Beginning

[darkxknight]

IC INFO

Character Name: Bruce Wayne Alias: Batman Age: 45 Face Claim: Matt Bomer Species: Human Home Earth: Earth-49

History:

▸ Born the only son and child of Dr Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne (nee Kane) in Crest Hill, Bristol Township, Gotham City, New Jersey. His parents were well respected within the community and gave Bruce a life of privilege as well as tried to instill a good moral code within him. His early childhood was quite idyllic until one night when his parents took him to the Monarch Theater where they saw The Mark of Zorro. After the film, a mugger named Joe Chill attempted to rob them at gunpoint, and panicked, shooting both Thomas and Martha dead.

▸ After the death of his parents, Bruce was raised by the family butler (and Bruce's godfather), Alfred Pennyworth. He was also checked in upon by one of Thomas' friends and co-workers, Dr Leslie Thompkins. He was allowed to remain in Wayne Manor under Alfred's care. He continued to attend school and excelled in his studies, but Bruce's primary focus was no longer that of a young boy. Tragedy had stolen what innocence he had.

▸ As time past, he became obsessed with learning the meaning behind his parents death. At the age of 18, Bruce used the relationship he had with a girl - who was the daughter of a mob boss - to locate Joe Chill. Bruce learned that there was no deeper meaning to his parents' deaths, Joe just simply needed money.

▸ Bruce took an avid interest in martial arts and sword fighting and after discovering what he had from Joe Chill, he decided to travel the world and expand his knowledge. At 21, he spent a great deal of time studying martial arts off masters like Shihan Matsuda in the Himalayas. He studied the ins and outs of technological gadgetry under the guidance of a brilliant inventor, Sergei Alexandrov. He also learned how to drive cars in life-or-death situations from Brazilian criminal, Don Miguel. Bruce also delved into criminology, chemistry, and even acting to hone his skills in becoming a one man army to bring justice back to his home city. He was gone for three years before he returned to Gotham.

▸ Upon his return to Gotham, Bruce wanted to keep it a private affair but his Uncle, Philip Kane, had other ideas. While Philip appeared happy his nephew had returned home, he was also dubious of the young Bruce and plotted against him behind his back. Bruce was able to obtain his inheritance, which was not only the Wayne family fortunes but also controlling power over the family's main corporation, Wayne Enterprises. Bruce had idealistic goals on how he wanted to run the company, which was a huge shake up to how the business had run since his parents death.

▸ Bruce Wayne became Batman. He took the fight to the Red Hood Gang and was immediately successful in defeating the criminals at the A.C.E Chemicals factory. During the fight, Bruce's Uncle, Philip Kane, was found out to be a secret member of the Red Hood Gang and was unfortunately killed in the battle. Red Hood One was also believed to be killed in the fight, falling into a vat of chemicals below where he and Batman had fought. 

▸ Despite leading a double life, Bruce kept up many public appearances so people were completely unaware of his nightly habits. One such outing was to The Haly Circus, where a fun night out turned into tragedy for the acrobat family known as the Flying Graysons. The only survivor of the family being the Grayson's son, Richard (or, as he preferred, Dick). Being able to sympathize with Dick's tragedy and knowing that the crime committed against the boy's family was no accident, Bruce came forward with an offer to become Dick's legal guardian.

▸ The relationship between Bruce and Dick didn't get off to the easiest of starts and one night Dick ran away to try and solve the case of his parents' murder on his own. Bruce went out as Batman and managed to pick the boy up and brought him back to the cave, where he then revealed himself as Batman. Bruce offered Dick the chance to become his partner and train with him but Dick had to play by his rules. Dick accepted and took on the mantle of Robin.

▸ Over the years, Batman and Robin were a formidable duo against the criminals of Gotham but one night Robin was shot by the Joker. Despite all they had been through, Bruce called an end to Dick's career. This put a huge strain on their relationship, which had grown more than that of partners but also father and son. Dick left - he would still return to Gotham as needed but there was a definite tension in the air.

▸ Sometime later, Batman catches a bold kid trying to steal the tires off the Batmobile. Jason Todd was a little punk but Bruce was impressed with his spirit, cleverness, and tenacity. After an attempt to place Jason into child protective services failed, Bruce stepped forward and took Jason in as his ward and later adopted son.

▸ Bruce trained Jason to be the second Robin and it is clear from the very beginning that Jason was a completely different style of Robin to Dick. Jason was a fighter and knew how to handle himself in a brawl but his finesse and detective skills needed work. When Jason was 15, he ran away after hearing that his birth mother was still alive. Bruce was too late in working out that it was a well laid trap for the young man and barely arrived in time to see the building Jason was held captive in explode. Devastated, Bruce took Jason's body back to Gotham and buried him in the Wayne family's plot - vowing to never take on another Robin.

▸ In the wake of Jason's death, Batman became more ruthless. Just teetering on the edge of the "no kill" rule he had established for himself. Several allies the Batman had worked with along the way (including the Justice League, which he had founded along with Superman, Wonder Woman and other heroes) noticed the change in Bruce but seemed to be clueless on how to curb the rage the Dark Knight felt.

▸ Tim Drake had been following Batman's career as long as he could remember and it was the 13 year old that picked up on the problem. Batman needed a Robin. After a failed attempt to get Dick to come back and be Robin, Tim offered himself for the role. Bruce refused - afraid that tragedy would strike again. Eventually though, Tim - with the assistance of Dick and Alfred - stole the Robin suit and managed to save Batman. This action spurred Bruce into considering Tim to be the third Robin.

▸ Out of all the Robins, Bruce trained Tim the hardest, sending him off to exotic places to develop his martial arts skills and partnering him with other Batman allies to push him further. Tim never backed down but he also had a level head and a maturity that was beyond his years that made him a valuable partner. Unlike the other Robins, Tim still had parents when he started in the vigilante life but as was the way with heroes, tragedy has its way of catching up. After Tim's father was killed by Captain Boomerang, Bruce made the offer to adopt him. Laws had changed that he couldn't just make Tim a ward like Dick and Jason had been, so adoption papers were filed and Tim became Bruce's legal son.

▸ Talia al Ghul, daughter of the demon and long time enemy of Batman's, Ra's al Ghul, dropped the 10 year old bombshell of a son in his lap. 10 years before, Batman and Talia had a lustful affair which ended abruptly and with Bruce having no knowledge that a child had been conceived. Damian was an assassin without remorse, a fact his mother took great pride in, and was originally unimpressed with Bruce and didn't understand the "no kill" policy his father had adopted in regards to his enemies.

▸ Things have returned to normal for Bruce and his family for the moment. As normal as they get when you're a family of vigilantes. As always, Bruce has several different cases on the run and as long as crime doesn't sleep, neither will justice.

Positive Traits: Focused, strong moral compass, protective, extremely sharp mind Negative Traits: Closed off, secretive, rarely shares true emotions or feelings

[tamlins-stories-and-poems]

Title: Parallels Word count: 4,477 Summary: Dick has noticed many parallels between himself and both Bruce and Damian. Sort of a mood piece, and a little too long for that. No real plot, just a couple of ideas that wanted to be written.

I would like to thank @fire-fira and @thrakaboom for their help with this piece! ❤️

It seemed every time Dick blinked these days there was something new that was a parallel between himself and his mentor. Or between Damian and his younger self. He thought back a decade, to the early days, when it was just him and Bruce, almost brothers, yet also a father and a son. “Please?” He begged back then, asking for a pet of his own. “No, Ace is more than enough.” Bruce had replied.

And he looked over at Damian, holding up the stray cat he’d found on patrol. “Please?” Damian asked. Dick felt his heart rend as he shook his head. “Don’t you have enough already? We’ll drop her off at a shelter on our way home. We can even donate a couple grand to it, if you want.” And Damian grumbled, just like Dick had, while Dick tried not to give in to the betrayed expression, just like Bruce had. — “Aren’t you supposed to be my dad, Bruce?” “Well, I am your guardian, yes.” “So why won’t you get me a bike?” Eight year old Dick looked longingly at a shiny red bicycle in a store window, gripping Bruce’s hand. “We’ll talk later, champ. Your adoptaversary is coming up, maybe then.” “That’s not a word, B!” And Dick had laughed, hugging the man’s arm before running ahead to look at something else.

But now Dick smiled as he saw Damian’s eyes widen hopefully, staring at a set of oil paints. Damian tried to pretend that hadn’t happened, but his gaze kept flicking back. “Grayson, I have noticed that you never gift me anything.” He said, slyly. “You want those paints? The anniversary of you arriving at the manor is coming up. We’ll talk about it.” Dick patted Dami’s shoulder affectionately, forcing himself not to turn to the window where that bike he’d so admired had once been, before he’d received it, and eventually passed it down the line all the way to Damian. It was dented, scratched, misused, beaten, and had been forgotten around the city multiple times by each new member of the household, but it always came home, and it was so full of love that Dick could swear it had its own spirit now. “I know a trick to make Bruce get you anything.” He promised. — “Batman, you’re injured, you can’t go on patrol tonight! Let Batgirl and me handle it!”

“Nightwing if you dare even think about patrolling tonight Drake and I will duck tape you to your bed until you’re better. Let the rest of us take care of this.” — “Dick, listen to me, getting sick is normal. If it means you need to take a night or two off, that’s fine. Don’t worry about it. You need the sleep anyways, you’re a growing boy.”

“Damian I don’t care how good you’re feeling, you have a fever and you’re staying home. Sleep helps you grow taller, by the way, if you make sure to get enough sleep you will be taller than Tim someday.” — “I’m sorry you have to have your birthday without your parents again, Dick. But, the League and I put together a little something for you, could you please come down with me?” And Bruce had led him down to the Batcave, then through the zeta to the watch tower were there were lots of gifts and friends waiting for him.

Years later, Dick said, “Come on Dami, I’ve got a surprise for you. I’m sorry Bruce is busy again, but with so many of us, he can’t take every birthday off. He hasn’t taken mine off since Jason joined us.” And he smiled a little, trying to hide the bitterness, as he led Damian through the zeta to the Kents’ farm, where Alfred, their siblings, the whole super family, and all of Damian’s hero friends were waiting, with presents and cake. — Eleven year old Dick swung through the trees, Bruce chasing behind him, worried that he’d fall. As if Dick didn’t pull more dangerous stunts every night.

Thirteen year old Damian balanced on a skateboard at the park, Dick hovering nervously by the edge of the ramp, terrified that the boy would break a bone. As if Damian hadn’t just taken down the Joker, solo, the night before. — Bruce lounging by his armchair, watching the fire crackle. Little ten year old Dick came happily in with a pair of mugs and a bag of cookies. Hot chocolate and snickerdoodles. Bruce took the mugs as Dick climbed into his lap and snuggled in, giggling excitedly. It was Chanukah and they’d spent the day with the Kanes, celebrating. Now it was just them and Alfred, relaxing at the Manor. The butler sat down with his own mug(and cookies), and smiled, watching his two charges drift off to sleep before he eventually did the same.

Dick was dozing on the couch as Damian came into the room. A fire burned cheerily in the hearth as the snow fell outside. It wasn’t a holiday, and Tim was sprawled over Dick’s lap, dreaming of patrols that wouldn’t leave him chilled to the bone. Damian didn’t care much for chocolate, or so he claimed, but he hung the tea kettle by the fire. Just far enough that it wouldn’t heat up anymore, but close enough to keep it warm. He set the stack of cups on the coffee table in the middle of the circle of chairs and couches surrounding the fire. For a full moment, Damian hesitated. He didn’t want to disturb his sleeping brothers, no matter how much he pretended to hate Tim. Cass scooped him up and plopped down next to Dick. They all snuggled into each other, as Jason and Duke snuck to the other side, lifting Tim’s legs to get closer to the furnace that was their pile of siblings. And in his sleep, Dick smiled. — “Robin, no!” Bruce yanked Dick back by his cape, just in time. The bullet zipped right through where the eight year old would’ve been had he not been grabbed. “Don’t scare me like that, please. You could’ve died!”

“Robin, stop!” Dick grabbed the cape of his twelve year old brother, pulling him back just before the bullet train ran over the tracks where he would’ve been. “Don’t you dare die on me, I can’t lose another Robin!” He hissed, then his tone softened, becoming quiet, and almost sounding lost. “You scared me.” — Robin perched on Batman’s shoulder, watching the building that the drug cartel was supposed to be in. The condition for his first real long mission was that he not leave Batman’s side, until or unless he was ordered to go home. Perhaps he was taking it too literally. Perhaps not. Either way, he was sticking as close as he physically could.

Damian was a solid presence, practically glued to Dick’s hip as he fought some thugs that stood between them and information on Bruce. Dick had agreed to let Damian come out as Robin, so long as he follow all of Dick’s orders and stuck as close as he could. The man withheld a smirk, remembering his first stakeout turned battle. Perhaps this boy could be Robin after all. — “Dick, I’m letting Jason be Robin now, he needs it.” “You can’t do that! Robin is my costume, my name to give! You can’t take that from me Bruce!” “He needs this, Dick, please. He needs to be Robin, just like you did. You’re Nightwing now, surely this isn’t taking anything from you.” “Shows what you know, jerk.” He’d actually called Bruce something much worse than “jerk” that day, something that was as much insulting Thomas and Martha as it was insulting Bruce, but that was never the way he told the story.

“Dick, what do you mean you don’t want me as your Robin?” “Tim, you’re Red Robin now, and you’ve outgrown being Robin. Damian, he needs it. Like you did, like Steph did, like Jason did, like I did. Of course I still want to work with you, but think of how much Damian needs this. Besides, could you imagine you being the Robin to my Batman? That would be just weird.” Tim shook his head, angry and disbelieving, but Dick took it as agreement. “I knew I could count on you, Timmy.” Dick beamed. And Tim watched him turn and leave while betrayal seized his heart, like Dick’s had when Bruce had passed on the Robin mantle without asking. — Fifteen year old Dick had been rebellious. “You’re not my real dad” and “let me live my life, Bruce” had been phrases said multiple times a day by the boy. Bruce hadn’t had a clue what to do, and even Alfred could barely keep the rebellion in check He’d insisted that he was a grown man, that he should move out, and that after nearly seven years of being a vigilante he was prepared for anything life could throw at him. Bruce struggled to explain how Dick couldn’t know everything and tried to keep the boy from running himself into the ground to prove himself, which only made him more insistent to do so.

Fifteen year old Damian was a terror on the Wayne household. Duke had turned eighteen, and there were no new manor dwelling members of the family. Sure, there were the children of the older Batbrats, but that wasn’t the same. While Bruce cried about his Baby Boy growing up, Damian rebelled against as many authority figures as he could. “Grayson, you aren’t my father, stop trying to act like you are!” He growled whenever Dick tried to give him any advice. “Leave me alone, Grayson!” He hissed when Dick tried to hug him as a greeting. Dick may’ve had Mar'i to smack Damian whenever he did something like that, but suddenly he realized how much it must’ve hurt Bruce when he’d done that as a teen. (Bruce found apology cookies from all of his grandkids and Dick waiting for him at breakfast the next day) — “B, I’m cold.” Eight year old Dick had never experience winter in the north before, and Batman and Robin couldn’t take the holidays off. Bruce smiled apologetically, barely noticeable in the dark, and wrapped part of his cloak around Dick, who pulled it tight around his shoulders.

Damian tried not to shiver as they walked down the street. The weather report had predicted warmer temperatures that evening, but even after a decade, Dick still chilled easily. He didn’t say anything as he unbuttoned his great coat, and pulled Damian close to his side. A spare hat was produced from a pocket, and tucked over Damian’s ears. “I’m not cold.” Damian protested. “If you say so.” Dick shrugged, and hugged Dami closer. “I am though, and you feel nice and warm.” “Well, then, I’ll stay here to keep you warm.” Damian looked away, and Dick hid a smile. — “Dick, don’t touch that.” Bruce ordered. “You weren’t even looking at me!” Dick complained, pulling away from whatever it has been he’d been about to poke. “Secret parent power. You’ll get it someday.” Bruce said, still not looking up from his paperwork. “Meanie!” Dick stomped out.

“Damian you shouldn’t touch that.” “Grayson you didn’t even notice me coming in!” Damian looked offended, but took a step back from the generator. “How did you do that?” “Secret parent power. You might get it someday, if you land yourself another bat brat.” Dick planted a kiss on his daughter’s head. “You’re actually the one who made me learn it. I had a little bit of it from the previous Brats, but you’re the one who really made it click for me.” He looked up from his book to give Damian a quick smile. “Come on over here.” “Okay. Jerk.” — Bruce smiled as he watched nine year old Dick throw himself at the playground with reckless abandon, and in years following, he stood off to the side and watched Dick have fun coming up with new moves and training with the other young heroes of the time. From chucking. Hamster Gar, who would shift into a larger form, to being launched by Kaldur or Conner or Donna or Koriand'r so that he could throw his birdarangs from a better angle. Bruce kept smiling at those sessions even after Dick was an adult, and both of them felt he’d do it until they no longer were happening. Dick would always be his Robin.

Dick beamed proudly at Damian, as he sparred/roughhoused with Jon and Maya, and sometimes Colin. There would be more heroes their age as they grew older, but right now they made a great trinity. He might not have been wearing the cowl, but the pride in his chest was very much the pride of Batman, watching his Robin learn to work with his age mates to fight crime and villainy. Maybe he would take up Bruce’s offer to be Batman for a decade or so when the old man retired. He could split the job with Jason, if Jason came home, and then he could still be Nightwing once in a while. And Dick kept smiling as Damian pinned Jon, using Colin to do so. That was HIS Robin. — Bruce never said anything as his bedroom door creaked up, always well after midnight. He waited until Dick crawled into his bed and had hidden under his covers. “What was it this time sport?” He rumbled, scooting to the side to leave a little more room for the shivering tangle of limbs that he called Robin. “Mom and Dad again. Only this time, you were with them, and you had time to see the rope breaking. You tried to jump to the platform I was on, but they dragged you down. The splat was louder tonight.” A shudder shook the small body, and Bruce wrapped his arm tighter around the boy. “Well, I’m here, and I’m not a smear. I promise you that I’ll never leave you.” “Can you really promise that?” Dick forced himself into a kneeling position, and Bruce cracked an eye open to look at him. “Can you?” “Probably not.” Bruce admitted. “But I can do my absolute best to keep everyone as safe as possible. I’m Batman, remember? No one can keep Batman down.” Dick giggled a little, and used his whole arm to wipe away tears. “Yeah.” He agreed. “Please don’t die, Bruce.” “I’ll do my best.” Bruce promised, and Dick lay back down, wrapping himself around Bruce’s arm and pressing his back into Bruce’s side, and together, they fell asleep, comforted by the knowledge that the other was right there.

The first time Dick heard his door open in the middle of the night, it had been Jason, when Bruce was away on a business trip. For Jason, Dick had sat up, invited him over, promised that he didn’t hate him for being Robin, and talked him through the nightmare, then sent him back to his room. Jason only came to him once. Tim made his way to Dick’s room on his first night after moving in. He’d stayed the night before, but this was different, and he’d just seen his parents’ corpses. Dick let him stay, still feeling guilty about shooing Jason out. Tim only went to Bruce when Dick was away. Cass didn’t speak about her nightmares, she didn’t know the words. Heck, she didn’t even open the door. Tim had also had a nightmare that night, and Dick was talking him through how to remember that it wasn’t real, when Cass was hugging his side. After another half hour of calming down, and a group trip down to the kitchen for some nightmare-be-gone tea (chamomile and rose hips) that Alfred always left prepared, Dick carried them back to his room and tucked them in to his bed, before crashing in the beanbag chair nearby. He bought himself a bigger bed after that. Damian had refused to admit that he had nightmares. Dick only found out about them one night when he was leading the visiting Steph to the kitchen and heard his sobs. He picked the youngest member of the household up and carried him down. He pretended not to see the tears and insisted that he just wanted company to help Steph past her nightmare. “You can help us get Steph past her Nightmare, can’t you, Damian?” For a week after that, Damian slept curled into his eldest brother’s arms. Various other members of the Batclan joined them, even including Babs one night, but Damian would not be budged, and refused to talk about it. After that week, he still showed up most nights. Sometimes crying, sometimes not, and if he was crying, Dick would rock him to sleep before lying back down himself. When Dick moved to Blüdhaven, the others still came to him, and the occasional guest asked why Dick had such a large bed. And Dick would fall asleep, remembering the days he’d gone crying to Bruce after a bad dream, and smiled at the fact that he was now the one giving that kind of comfort to the others. — “Whoa! We have a pool! Since when?” Dick beamed back at Babs and Bruce, standing on the back porch and bouncing on his toes excitedly. “Longer that I’ve lived here.” Bruce chuckled. “I know we’ve been busy fighting crime, and celebrating birthdays, but surely you can’t have missed the pool this long. You’ve been here nearly six months!"t "If I saw it, I was too tired to realize what it was!” Dick turned and ran towards the pool. “Don’t run by the pool!” Bruce boomed, and Dick froze up, shivering in shock. “Oh, champ, I’m sorry…” Bruce walked over, “It’s just that the tiles are really smooth, and they probably haven’t dried from yesterday’s rain, so you could get hurt if you- please don’t cry.” “Batman and Robin, everybody.” Babs murmured, rolling her eyes a little. “Dick, come on, we can still go swimming.” “You just can’t run by the pool.” Bruce insisted, his hands rested gently on the boy’s shoulders as he was crouched in front of him. “You could fall, and hit your head on the edge.” “I don’t fall.” Dick whispered. “I know you don’t fall when you’re doing acrobatics, but you always have a firm grasp on whatever surface you’re jumping off of there.” Bruce said. “Here, feel the tiles.” Gently he took one of Dick’s hands and touched it to the smooth, wet stone. Slick enough that even with sandpaper like feet, Dick would’ve lost his footing. “See?” “I guess it’s a good thing you made me stop, then.” Dick forced a watery smile. “Can we play in the pool now?” “Sure. Want me to get the waterguns?” Bruce smiled back. “No guns, Bruce.” Both of his sidekicks reminded him, and everyone laughed.

“I bet I can beat you to the pool, Grayson.” Damian said, on one of the rare days they were taking off while Bruce was gone. He took off at a sprint, and horrors flashed through Dick’s mind. “Don’t run by the pool, Dami!” His voice came out as more of a shriek than anything else, and Damian skidded to a halt, confused and trying to hide the hurt that came from his Batman shouting at him. “Please don’t run by the pool.” Dick begged. “You know what water does to tile?” “It makes it into a good trap.” Damian stated, then paused, as Dick kneeled in front of him, placing his hands on Damian’s shoulders. “The pool is surrounded by tile.” “Yes,” Dick nodded. “The tile is quite likely to be wet.” “Very much so.” “Even with my skill, the lack of traction could cause me to slip and be injured.” Dick sighed in relief, glad Damian had more sense than he had years ago. “Exactly. Now, what do you say we walk to the pool. I could ask Alfred to grab us the waterguns?” “I thought this was a ‘no gun’ family, Grayson.” And Dick threw back his head and laughed, remembering his first day at the family pool. Damian just blinked in confusion at that. — “Hey, Wally?” Robin was sitting on a roof in central city, the Batplane behind him. “Yeah, Robin, 'sup?” Wally grinned at him, cheerily. “You feeling okay?” “I guess.” Robin shrugged. “Doesn’t it bother you that you don’t know my real name?” He looked over at his slightly older companion, who was leaning on the ledge that the younger sidekick was sitting on. “I mean, sometimes, but bro, don’t worry about it, Batman wants too keep your secret identities secret.” Wally babbled out quickly, trying to convince his friend that he didn’t need to feel guilty. “But, you’re my best friend, Wally, you should know who I really am!” Robin insisted. “Rob, don’t worry about it!” Insisted the young speedster. “It’s fine, I promise! You don’t have to tell me.” Robin turned around, bringing his feet back to the top of the roof. “But it’s not fair!” He argued. “I know who you are, and we save each other’s lives on a biweekly basis!” “Robin, we’re superheroes, it’s fine!” Wally insisted. “No, you’re a superhero, I’m just some kid in a cape and a mask who does flips really well!” Robin argued, throwing his hands up in the air. “Please, Wally?” “I mean, I can’t stop you if you want to tell me your name. But you’re going to get in trouble if you do, Rob.” Wally shook his head. “Maybe just get away edge of the roof first.” “Okay.” Robin hopped away from the ledge around the roof, and walked into the shadow of the Batplane. “My real name is Richard Grayson, but everyone’s always called me-” “Please say Richie.” Wally interrupted. A smirk slid across Robin’s face, as he pulled of his mask. “Nah. I’m Dick.” Wally groaned. And Bruce was understandably annoyed at the unasked use of the Batplane to break a major household rule, which led to a week of no deserts for Robin. (Don’t listen to him, Alfred snuck Dick desert)

It had been Colin he revealed himself to first, of course. Colin, who he spent so much time with. Colin who was the only of his best friends who hadn’t been told by a mentor or figured it out on his own. Maya was a worthy detective in her own right: smart, sharp, and unyielding. Jon had been told before they even met. But Colin, Colin was the first person with whom he willingly shared. “Wilkes, I am about to share with you some vital information, information that, if you are not careful, could end with you causing my death.” Damian stated. They were in one of the Bats many Gotham safehouses, Colin wasn’t wise as to its true nature, and simply thought it was where Robin and Nightwing lived. Speaking of; Nightwing was in the kitchen, attempting to make something resembling food and prepared to run damage control if things got out of hand. “Oookay…” Colin fidgeted nervously on the couch, and glanced over to where Jon and Maya were napping after the day’s particularly intense mission. “Any reason you’re doing this when they may or may not be able to hear us? But, uh, I promise to be extra careful with whatever you’re about to tell me.” “Good.” Damian nodded, a little sharply. Part of him felt like backing out, like letting one of the others tell Colin if he ever got kidnapped as a civilian, like not showing such a strong degree of trust to a friend who had clearly earned it. “First off, Nightwing and I do not actually live here, this is merely one of our safe-houses.” “What?!” Colin yelped in shock, “If you guys are loaded enough to have more than one safe house, which is kind of what you just implied, then how come you’re fighting petty criminals with brute force?!” “We fight 'em by giving them jobs, too! Well, Batman does, he’s the one with the money. We still all live in his house.” Nightwing called, from the kitchenette. “Nightwing, let me do this, please.” Robin glowered, and his mentor beamed sunnily before making a noise and trying to stop the pizza water from boiling over. “Okay, so you guys are loaded, what next? Are you famous as civilians too?” Colin asked, looking a little stunned. “Somewhat.” Robin agreed. “My name is Damian Wayne.” There was silence. Well, other than Nightwing muttering angrily about his complete inability to cook for himself. “…what.” Colin finally said. “I just told you-” Damian tried. “I know what you just told me, but what I can’t figure out is what kind of dream I’m having. Did I go to some weird alternate reality, did I end up back in the lab-or did I ever even escape it- and somehow get some sort of really weird hallucination, or did you just lose your mind?” Damian frowned, “Wilkes, I assure you-” “You expect me to believe that you’re really Damian Wayne, son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, and you’re going out every night to fight the Rogues gallery with a street kid?” Colin demanded, getting up and poking Damian in the chest. “That someone with as much money as that would willingly go out and get shot at on a regular basis?” “No.” Damian replied, and pushed Colin back to the couch. “I’m stating that this is a fact and letting you do what you want with said information, asking that you please not spread it.” “So the 'Butts Match’ guy was right?” Colin asked. “Tim’s greatest diversion, if you ask me.” Nightwing called, before fire erupted from inside the pasta pot. “Dang it! Dami!” “On it, Grayson.” Damian had the fire out and stove off instantly. “Next time we are without Todd or Pennyworth, I will do the cooking.” Nightwing slumped in defeat, but nodded. “Wilkes, if you’ll wake Ducart and Kent, we can go back to the manor and get a proper dinner, since this stove is currently unusable thanks to this idiot.” Damian elbowed Nightwing in the stomach. “Alright, assuming this is true, sure, let’s go to Wayne Manor for dinner!” Colin threw his hands up. “That sounds like a great plan!” “Wonderful!” Nightwing beamed, pretending to not pick up on the dripping sarcasm. “I’ll call Alfred!” — Yes, there were many parallels, Dick mused, and while maybe not all of them were good, he wasn’t sure that mattered. Not as he drifted to sleep in a sibling pile in his apartment in Blüdhaven, surrounded by people who loved him and the type of family he would once have never believed he could possible gain. Someone grunted as someone else accidentally kicked them, and all seemed well with the world.

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Snow Be It: Sleighing Nightmares in the Nic(holas) of Time

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hWr4NkJ by wingdinged What goes better together than the cold and the dark? That's what Pitch asks Mr. Freeze when he wants to recruit him in a plan to plunge the world back into the dark ages. He's already got this Scarecrow fellow on his side, and with his fear toxin working with Pitch's nightmares, he'll be able to regain his strength and crush those pesky Guardians once and for all, with extreme prejudice and extra terror, this time. What he's not counting on (again) is Jack Frost. Specifically, Jack's ability to endear himself to anyone, including a family of, ahem, batshit insane vigilantes who throw themselves at the supernatural and always come out on top. And their leader? Well, he's been trained by Santa (North), himself, so Pitch really doesn't know what he's getting himself into. At the same time, Jack finds himself discovering what it means to be truly seen, and loved, by other people than just his small circle he's deemed safe. It's a hard lesson to learn, and his exterior may be frosty and carefree, but he'll get there, because the cold and dark do belong together. Just not how Pitch imagined, really. Words: 11006, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Rise of the Guardians (2012), Batman - Santa Clause: Silent Knight Comic Arc Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Nicholas St. North, E. Aster Bunnymund, Barbara Gordon, Sanderson Mansnoozie, Toothiana (Guardians of Childhood), Elves (Rise of the Guardians), Jamie Bennett (Rise of the Guardians), Nightmares (Rise of the Guardians), Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow, Victor Fries, Mr. Freeze Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Jack Frost & Phil the Yeti (Rise of the Guardians), Jack Frost & Bruce Wayne, E. Aster Bunnymund & Jack Frost & Nicholas St. North & Sanderson Mansnoozie & Toothiana, Jack Frost & Pitch Black, The Guardians of Childhood & The Batfamily Additional Tags: Crack Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Jack Frost Needs a Hug (Guardians of Childhood), Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Fluff and Angst, Christmas, Black Friday, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU), Crazy Gotham City (DCU), Blizzards & Snowstorms, Hypothermia, Cold Weather, Poor Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Jack Frost Has Issues (Guardians of Childhood), Protective Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Team as Family, Post-Rise of the Guardians (2012), Alternate Universe - Rise of the Guardians Fusion, holiday fic, Batman Was Trained By Santa, Who is North In This Universe, Pitch Black Comes Back, The Guardians Meet the Batfamily, this fic allows my childhood fixation to meet one of my current ones, Adoption, Immortality, Spirit Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), major character death warning: jason and jack, what else do you expect, Bruce knows North, Jason Todd Takes Care of Crime Alley | Park Row, people keep putting danny phantom in the batfam, what other ghost boy deserves found family?, Jack Frost - Freeform, that's who, no beta we die like jack for his sister read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hWr4NkJ