#Tiny Tim Chandelier

[fanaroff]

DP X DC Prompt: It’s In The Cave

There’s an animal in the cave. At least, that’s the closest approximation. It cannot be caught on the cameras and any noises made only translate into static. Dicks says it’s green. Tim says it’s black. Stephanie insists it’s white. But Damian knows it’s all three.

The others can’t see it as well as Damian can, for the moment. It’s not a cat, but cat-like. It’s not a snake, it’s snake-like. There’s big, shining green eyes with their color not dissimilar from the Lazarus Pits. Tufts of flowing white hair white a body black body that trails off into a tail and pointed ears that flatten and raise. It looks alien. It looks like an animal. It feels familiar. Damian keeps it.

When it first appears, it’s only noticed at first because a few things are moved around in its haste to find shelter. That, and the little spots of green that trail after its first entrance inside. The green spooks them all, at first, thinking it’s Lazarus water. There are similarities, but it’s not quite the same. After a time, the green fades to red. There’s no recognizable DNA from any creature in it. They settle on it being an “alien.”

It’s always watching, always peeking. Snacks left for it are eaten quickly and sometimes vanish into thin air right in front of them. The longer they go without attacking it or trying to root it out, the more it seems to become comfortable with them. (Not for Damian’s lack of trying anyways.)

Dick tells him to “pspspsps” at it like a cat once, softly patting at the ground. When no one is around, he tries it while crouched between the cave wall and a piece of machinery he saw a movement between. The little thing “pspspsps” right back. He even sees a tiny paw with tiny claws mimicking his motions from under the machine. Damian decides right then and there that this thing will be protected.

Eventually, it starts getting comfortable enough to start showing itself more and soon they’re having to scoot it off of the keyboards in the Batcave. It’ll drag itself about, climb, and sling itself around their shoulders and gnaw with little teeth and claws on their gloves. (They go through gloves much quicker once this starts.) even Batman melts when it starts purring.

Originally, they were worried it was injured but after the time it was there, hidden, it seems to have healed from whatever it was. (Or they get to fawn over the little injuries and fix them up best as they can.)

It will only take food from Damian’s hands though and he lords this over the others with immense pleasure. Often, it can be seen wrapped around one of his hands and forearms like a snake, wiggling away and batting at its own tail-tip. Its growls sound like little blips of static and gargled nails.

Damian names him Phavadi (Marathi meaning that could mean a pickle or a mess, let me know if this is incorrect, it’s not my language.)

They aren’t able to find out what Phavadi is, at first. The Green Lanterns don’t recognize it. Martian Manhunter has never seen it and states that he is unable to read its mind. Like there is nothing there to grasp. (This starts a round of the birds cooing at Phav, calling him brainless, no braincells between them big ‘ol eyes, no thoughts head empty.) Starfire doesn’t know what he is, but is absolutely enamored.

It starts floating. That’s surprising, but also not. They knew Phav has some powers, it could go invisible after all. Gravity has no hold and now it happily makes its nests on top of their heads. When Phav somehow floats his way into the manor, this starts a frantic chase through the mansion to catch it and Phav thinks it’s a game. Winking in and out of existence, waving its tail from a chandelier. When Dick makes it up there to grab it, Phav just plops to the ground scaring the shit out of everyone. Uninjured, thankfully. Phav scoots off into the kitchen and is caught by a heavily scolding Alfred.

Sufficiently cowed, Phav is returned to Damian and the little thing starts sleeping in his room.

They don’t know that this entire time Phav has been following them on their patrols. Staying out of sight but watching with glowing eyes to make sure they’re all safe. An in-grained confusing feeling.

It’s when there’s a big-bad that things come to a head. The entire Justice League is called in and eventually Justice League Dark. The Robins insist on helping as well, they need all hands on deck.

Mid battle, Damian is about to take a hit he can’t dodge.

This can go one of multiple ways—

Angsty: little baby man Phav takes the hit and gets pretty injured. Left limp and unmoving to the distress of everyone. Constantine, seeing this thing is like “Oh. Oh shit. That’s a baby eldritch. That is an INJURED baby eldritch we are so FUCKED.” Because he knows that with this happening, its momma is about to come soon. Phav’s form starts to destabilize, little body starting to goop into a puddle of green. Damian is distraught. All he’s left with is a light blue, cold, glowing orb the size of a marble.

Ghost King: Suddenly, tiny Phav isn’t so tiny anymore. He’s grown to the size of a two story house, hunched and hissing. Eyes wildly glowing, claws out and very large, teeth dripping green, tail long and curled around his bats and robins. Constantine, upon seeing this, shouts “YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU HAD A BLOODY FUCKING ELDRITCH??!”

Feel free to add more or use this!

[bruciemilf]

Brain is buzzing, but AU idea: What if, through unexplained circumstances, Bruce ends up with the kid version of his birdies at his doorstep?

Except? The adults are still there.

"Holy shit, is that me?" Jason, -- a smaller him, a happier him, -- points at himself.

At his right, there's a Jason who towers over everyone. Who ate the world whole. "I thought I'll never be a grown up. And I'm taller than B? Awesome!"

He runs up to Bruce like its second nature, jumps and clings. And Bruce hugs him so close. It's like coming home. "Oh, Jay. I missed you, sweetheart, "

Adult Jason stares, saying nothing, hoping the painful wound splitting his heart open closes by itself.

Dick, the adult one, screams when his 10 year old self swings wildly on the chandelier. Begging and pleading with him to get down, " Give me your right lung and a cookie and you got it,"

" WHY CAN'T YOU BE NORMAL?"

It really doesn't help that, upon finding out his older self is a cop, Dick's younger counterpart only replies to him with oinks and pig noises.

Tim takes a long look at his baby self and nopes the hell out of there. " Call me Janet and Jack cause I don't want that kid."

Baby Damian and Damian hiss at eachother constantly. They'll both race to Bruce, who's helplessly trying to make peace, " I can hold all of you. Just have a little patience,--"

Everyone, at once, safe for Cass and baby Cass, who cuddle together and wait for Bruce on the couch, "NO!"

Baby Damian spits some pretty nasty gibberish and points a tiny plastic knife at everyone if they get close to Bruce. But especially himself.

[rhiaemrys]

All of those Batfamily de-aged fics, but like, they’re all in their "Trouble-Maker Era". This is primarily to create as much chaos as physically possible, and potentially cause Batman a stress aneurysm.

Like, Dick Grayson, going from a relatively well adjusted (for a vigilante which isn’t saying much) to a tiny crazed 8 year old Robin who is ready to Fight God or die trying. He keeps perching on chandeliers, throwing stuff at people and hitting Damian over the head every time Damian mentions hes Robin.

Jason Todd, who was a well settled Red Hood. Little murder, but mostly having fun with the outlaws and saving the world. Now is an angry recently resurrected 19 year old bent on beating the Bat up. Currently he's gone to the wind. No one knows where he's at, but once something blows up they'll use that as a triangulator.

Cassandra Cain, who already is a stubborn shit at the best of times but has learned to compromise more and more over the years, is back to the homeless child that Bruce found during No Mans Land. She only trusts Bruce and Duke and is utterly willing to wreck anyone else who gets close to them.

Tim Drake, who has found his calling as whatever call sign he chooses, is now launched back to “All my friends and family are dead or think I’m in desperate need of therapy (which I am but god forbid I admit that), I think I’m a little insane with grief so let me traverse the entire world and work with one of my adoptive fathers greatest enemies to find him” Red Robin era. He's been holed up in his room running the calculations that this is a doomsday scenario since he got back from being de-aged.

Stephanie Brown (who, unlike the rest was smart enough to run for the hills when the magic user appeared, yelling out that this one is for the idiot boys, but unfortunately got waylaid by Cass), is now a new Spoiler who is spoiling to fight Batman barehanded because he said that she should go home.

Duke is back to the Robin War gang era and along with Dick, ready to Fight God. Hes got like, fifty makeshift weapons at one time and ends up teaming up with Cass.

Damian, currently Robin and doing very well in the role, is now back to the newly acquired child stage where he’s attempting to prove himself to both sides of his heritage. He ends up being terribly endearing to Bruce solely because, even if it's only partial, at least Damian sticks around for the whole lecture when the crew gets in trouble (he's only doing that so he can find loopholes).

It concerns Bruce how many of these literal children are either down to murder or take out their siblings should said sibling Attempt To Murder.

[theredcuyo]

Huh

You know those AU/fics where the kids met earlier?, like, Dick is just old enough for Damian to be a baby kind of situation and somehow they all met and get adopted within no time from each other and all that

Well, i think the perfect dynamic for a fic will be this one:

Dick

He wasn't happy at first. At all. He went from a life of a single child to older brother of like 4 or 5 now?? In like, less than a year.

He didn't even have time to adjust to Jason before he found little Tim following him around in patrol. Not time to get around that little stalker child before Jason found a lost girl in need of help who couldn't talk. No time to even get a hold of signs when Talia came to drop a baby on Bruce.

The worst part? While he can't get around it, because he's still dealing with his grief, and anger, and why does it seem like B gets tired of his last child every week, where does that leave me, And why do this kids that i barely know look at me with eyes that say they'll follow me to hell and back-

That's the thing, his new sibblings follow him like newborn duckies, they observe and copy, and do everything he does except to leave him alone. And he's not sure how to feel about it.

He's overwhelmed with all the attention, with how this house that used to be silent has become anything but that.

And also, he can't go up to the chandeliers now. The babys try to follow behind him and he knows that non experienced people shouldn't do that. That also sucks.

Wally is making fun of him. That's one sibbling for every time you complained about not having any, he says.

He gets used to them as time goes on tho, he couldn't imagine a day without Jason coming to his room to tell him an over the top sight into the book he mentioned to have to read for class.

He can't imagine not to see tiny Tim bright up every time they see each other in the hallway.

He even forgets to actually talk sometimes instead of signs because Cass just wants to spend so much time with him and they both practice the signs a lot.

Damian is the weirdest baby ever, but he's the only member in the family who doesn't complain about being hugged for long times, at least not yet, so that's cool.

Jason

He's just happy to be here.

He didn't knew what exactly a family was, and when he found out there was another kid there, he felt a bit more safe, they could team up if it was necessary to protect themselves against the adults.

The closest thing he had to sibblings before where other kids in the streets that helped each other out, the older kids got jobs at convenience stores and sometimes they'll leave out food for them, you had to protect the youngest.

He was happy to have an older brother, and Dick clearly knew what he was doing, so everything was good.

And then he found Tim inside a trash can when he was allowed in a recon mission. He was so, so tiny, like the other kids he had met, and he knew the little thing needed protection from the world. He also had a camera with pictures of B and Robin, and that was probably important.

But whatever, two sibblings instead of none now had to be a jackpot! He did feel bad sometimes about B getting tired of him because of Tim, but, at the same time, he loved that little gremlin so much he could forget about it.

Until he wasn't so sure when Tim found a lost girl wandering around town. (He isn't Even allowed to go out alone, whats wrong with him?) don't take him wrong, Cass is great, she joins them in pranks and in spying on Dick, but she also doesn't let him forget that she's older than him (just a few months damn it!) but it's just-

She's just so much better than him too. She can't read, he has her on that, but that's all. She's stronger than him (she beated his ass in training at least twice now), she's faster, she doesn't cause problems, She's smarter than him for fucks sake.

So, why-

Why would B still want him around with this kind of upgrade?

It's not like he can ask tho, B is been very busy since that lady came to give him a baby. Literally.

And, sure, Damian is a weird ass baby, the only one he's seen that doesn't cry for most things. But he likes the little guy, he just hopes he'll still be here by the time he learns how to walk.

Tim

Tim didn't expect to be caught. He also didn't expect for it to be the new kid who found him, and as if there was anything else to surprise him with, said child auto proclamed himself as his big brother from now on.

He didn't knew if his parents will like that, because the didn't like children, not even him sometimes, but when they came back the next week and the police arrested them for working with black mask and tax evasion they didn't even ask to see him, or tried to when he reached out, so he couldn't ask.

Jason did become his brother tho, when Mr. Wayne adopted him after that, the same Mr. Wayne he knew was Batman. Huh.

Well, anything was better than an empty house, and now Robin was his-

OH GOD ROBIN IS HIS OLDER BROTHER NOW.

FUCK HIS PARENTS. HE LIVES WITH HIS HERO NOW. HE WILL OUT AS MANY CRIMES OF THEM AS NECESSARY.

Tim was overjoyed to know this. Everything was nice, Dick was cool, he didn't talk much with them, but he's Robin, nothing's cooler than that.

And Jason does spend time with him, he loves beating his ass in maro kart.

And then he found Cass when he went out to buy a new camera, he wasn't allowed to go out alone, but it wouldn't be for long, they wouldn't notice surely.

They did notice, but the good thing was that it saved him from taking Cass home on his own.

She's nice too. He never had a sister (or brother too) before, but he likes her, she helps him find hide spots around the manor.

Who he doesn't like a bit is the baby. That Demon spawn.

First he appears out of nowhere. Second, he only seems to cry when someone is talking to Tim.

What is wrong with that thing.

He also follows him around for some reason, and grabs his shirt, but if Tim tries to look at him or hold him he cries. Really, what's wrong with this baby?

Like, sure, Bruce did have him by accident, and so did Tim's parents, but the fact that Damian's did want to keep him around and pay attention to him didn't give him any right to be like this.

It's not like he's better than them, B adopted them all out of a sense of duty.

Cass

Suddenly, communicating is a thing.

If she has something to say it's that she's happy. She got a baby brother, two actually. And a Big brother. And then a very baby brother.

And a Dad that loves her. And a granpa that feeds her anything she wants except for burgers. But dad buys her a burger in the secret if she tells him.

She likes spying on Big brother. She likes learning to read with baby brother big, and to hide with baby brother tiny.

She likes to stare at very baby brother. He stares back.

So everything is good.

She's happy.

Damian

Baby Damian tolerates his family. He let's Dick hug him, and Jason carry him around talking about who knows what until he falls sleep.

And gets into staring contests with Cass.

But the one he really likes is Tim. He likes to have his attention, and he doesn't like when he doesn't have it.

But he also doesn't like to fully have it, he gets overwhelmed.

Basically, baby Damian wants Tim's attention but not too much.

The family also makes a bet on who will make Damian laugh first.

They all lose when it's Tim, even Tim loses because he had all his money on Dick.

Because apparently, his presence comforts him when he misses Talia.

[incorrectbatfam]

Not sure if you’ve heard of the ‘dad reflex’ where dads just save their small children from imminent harm (usually because the child is still learning how gravity works or just completely unaware of the world around them). I know Bruce technically doesn’t get the bat kids young but either way his batdad reflex has to be off the charts. What are his best dad reflexes? (They can be smol kids or cannon ages whatever sparks your creative juices most!)

Thank you💙💙

They're at someone else's gala and 27-year-old grown-ass Dick is swinging from a giant chandelier in an atrium 3 stories high when it gives out and Bruce "Wine drunk and raving about his kids" Wayne, who hears the tiny snap across the room, stops mid-conversation, grabs a steak knife, slashes a curtain, and swings from the balcony in like fuckin' Tarzan to grab him in the span of 5 seconds before 300 pounds of metal and glass come crashing down

Tim gets mosh pit tickets for his favorite band and Bruce goes with him because Bernard got caught up in something last minute, and after hours of waiting outside, they make it all the way to the front where, on the last song, Bruce's dad senses tingle in time to shield Tim from a malfunctioning confetti cannon all while glaring at the crew in a way that guarantees someone's about to lose their job

In a recon mission gone sideways, Bruce and Steph are taking on some goons at the harbor when one of them knocks her into the water, and without hesitation he throws aside the person he's fighting, dives into the freezing waves, and gives her his rebreather, holding his breath for what seems like forever until they resurface, and despite the ache in his lungs the next morning, it's worth it when he watches her turn waffles into a breakfast burrito

Duke's driving the Batmobile while Bruce is in the passenger's seat walking him through all the controls, and they're listening to the scanner and joking about their last mission when, just before an intersection, Bruce suddenly grabs the wheel and swerves, and before Duke can say anything a semi truck plows through the exact spot where they would've been

Cass tries to cook one day while Bruce is sitting at the bar doing some work, and he forgot what she was making, but all he knows is one minute he's answering an email and the next he's sprinting across the kitchen and sweeping her out of the way right before the pressure cooker explodes—and afterwards he doesn't let her clean up because everything is still scalding hot

The middle school holds a fundraiser at the petting zoo, and everything's going great until someone forgets to turn off their flash and the whole enclosure descends into chaos, and all Bruce cares about is scooping Damian up before a bull rams into the fence he was sitting on—then he makes eye contact with Clark, who just did the exact same with Jon

Against orders, Jason pursues a lead that brings him right to the Joker's doorstep. Dazed and disarmed, he doesn't realize what's happening until a long metallic scrape renders him frozen as those moments replay in his mind, and he thinks this is how the universe wants him to go out. Then he hears a swoosh and a click. Jason opens his eyes to Batman pointing a gun at the Joker, his silence sending a clear message: no more chances.

BONUS: Teenage Bruce tried to sneak out the window and Alfred was at the bottom ready to catch him

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Single parent Dick Grayson on the brain rn

Does anyone have any fics?

I’m not talking about like Dick raising one of the robins im talking about a whole ass child like a baby.

The only canon character I will accept is Mari Grayson but plz

Someone give this man a tiny child.

If any fanfic writers come across this and need convincing I give you.

-Jason comes back from the dead and decides it’s revenge time and it gets ruined bc wtf why does Dick have a 5 year old. Why is the 5 year old adorable? He cannot kill this 5yr olds dad even if he is a dick (lowercase)

- young Tim being an uncle (wtf is he supposed to do here??) and calling Steph bc she knows things and him getting yelled at bc “oh bc I’m a girl ik how to child rear?? Fuck you” this is not why he called her but now he’s too scared to try and clarify.

-Lian and Baby Grayson play dates

-23 yr old Dick has a Baby, he got adopted at 22. Baby is legally Bruce’s grandchild. Bruce is a grandpa at 38 wtf is he supposed to do here. He’s being broody his son is dead! He can’t care about a chil- awwww look they’re smiling at me hiii baby

-Damian and baby Grayson fighting during Bruce time stream vacation. Baby Grayson “well I’m the blood child so there!” Cue Damian violently screaming.

-titans baby sitting shenanigans

-each person who interacts with baby Grayson decides to buy the child their hero merch. This is competition. Dick has about 5 closets worth of baby sized hero merch he doesn’t do laundry for 3 months..

Baby Grayson being a freakishly good acrobat like their dad and scaring everyone (why is the 4 yr old doing a backflip) Batman finally feels vindicated bc everyone knows how hard it was to keep Dick on the ground and not a chandelier now.

Plz send links if anyone has anything like this or writes something I require content and it’s midterms

[tinkerbelle05]

Batfam as catshifters headcanons

You can blame this post for the brainriot I have

When shifting they occur either willingly or when the person is experiencing heightened emotions. When this happens to one of his kids, Bruce shifts and just engulfs them. Giving them all of the affection to help calm them down.

Cuddles are a MUST. It happens after family dinner where everyone’s bellies are full and they are getting tired. Once neither of them made it to the living room and just passed out in the hallway.

That picture, the bane to all of the kids’ existence, is hung on the wall of Bruce’s office. They all tried to get rid of it, but he just keeps replacing them. Why does he have so many copies of that one photo?!

There’s a room in the manor that is specifically dedicated for the bats when they are in their cat forms

When one of the kids have a nightmare, they go into Dick’s or Bruce’s room and just cuddle into their bodies.

Damien’s the type to scratch people who are strangers, Tim has the most scratches from Damien when he first came to live with them.

When Jason’s mad at Bruce, he would purposely knocks things off of his desk, whether he’s in human or cat form.

Dick likes jumping onto high places that cats or humans shouldn't be on. The most famous one is the chandelier but he has gotten into other places; fridges, cabinets, Bruce’s head when he was just a kitten.

Cass’s the type to just ignore your presence unless she wants something from you. Whether that’s food, headpats, or belly rubs. But normally she just chills with whoever’s in the same room as her.

Damien and Tim get into cat fights where everything’s on the table. Claws are out and teeth, anything that can cause harm, will be used.

Duke is seen as chill, by most people but he’s a gremlin just like his siblings. He likes to scare Bruce by hiding into small spaces (taught by Cass ofc) and gives Bruce heart attacks daily. But all Duke has to do is head butt Bruce on his legs and looks at Bruce with the sun hitting just right, and Bruce would fold.

Steph HATES taking a bath in cat form. She would whine and try her hardest to get out of it. Alfred has a tiny scratch on his arm that proves it.

Now with a part 2: Link

[gatorbites-imagines]

As someone that came from a family where older siblings regularly pick up and throw younger siblings around(always onto something soft). I'd like to request batfam boys taking turns tossing eachother or the older boys playing catch with Damian as the ball.

Batboys

Headcanons

-          I could definitely see the boys throwing each other around, Damian despises when they pick him up and throw him cuz hes so tiny.

-          If its not Damian its Tim or Duke, who put up with it more than Damian will. At some Point I think Damian just comes to accept that this is how the batfam bonds. Its either this, fighting crime, or swinging from the chandelier which Alfred does not want them to do.

-          Dick does all kinds of crazy flips and twists when he’s the one being thrown around, because why not. He makes a real show out of it too, which means he ends up doing flips and summersaults so much the others can’t catch him, so they just move on to throwing someone else around.

-          They can’t throw Jason around, mans it too heavy to be chucked around, so he just uses his weight to flop down on the floor when they try to pick him up.

-          Tim curls up in a tight ball when he’s the one being thrown around, he finds it quite fun actually. Plus, it’s good for bonding if you ask him. He makes sure to do rolls when he gets thrown onto something soft, and then come at whoever threw him with a vengeance.

-          Duke is so surprised when he gets picked up one day and just chucked onto the couch from across the room, when he looks around in confusion Dick just shrugs and says that’s how they bond here.

-          Damian wouldn’t accept being thrown around like I said earlier, that is unless he’s bribed to let them do it. He’s still not happy about it, but he lets them, he might also secretly like it because it means he gets to be held by his siblings.

[mafiatsunafish]

So, if you will, you can say that John Soap MacTavish and his older sister Alisa MacTavish can be considered as Bruce Wayne wards.

Initially, the siblings only know of their parent, they lived a peaceful life in the countryside of Scotland. Only them, they had never heard or meet any of their other relatives, saint to their mum’s cousin who they briefly saw one in a blue moon.

Until there was a car accident, a drunk driver and a in responsive brake, the two woke up side by side miraculously alive but now without their parents. Little John woke up and he cried, little Alana tried her best to stay strong for her brother and herself, too.

However, it was not for long, right when they seemed fit to be released from the hospital, there was a man who dressed in an impeccable black suit stood in front of them. John was too young back then to realize who is that man but Alisa can, she knew that was her mum’s cousin.

“I am Bruce, your uncle. Would you like to come with me?”

Alisa knew that she shouldn’t believe a man no more than a stranger to them, a man they barely know anything, a man you just appear right after their parents just gone and offer them to come with him. John looked at her nervously while his hand still grip the hem of her skirt tightly. They didn’t know any other people, they were alone and his eyes were filled with genuine care and worries.

So they come with him.

And just never leave.

(Little did they know, they are the start of Bruce’s adoption problem cause he never stop collecting strays)

Then he brought home kid that he had told them from the circus, Alisa becomes Bruce’s oldest then Richard or Dick and then John.

(Alisa would fight tooth and nails with anyone who dares to touch her baby brothers, but between Dick’s chandeliers swinging and John’s eerie interest in fire, she don’t know who she want to kick first)

(Batman gained his first Robin while the MacTavish stay with at the back with Alfred, learning how to cook, tends wounds and deal with stubborn vigilantes)

Then Jason came home with a defensive face, after Dick stormed his way out of the manor. Alfred, Alisa and John joined force to take care of the tiny Jason. John finally meet another book nerd that he can camp in the manor’s library with and Alfred had another tail, following him around the kitchen.

But then Jason was gone. It shattered the family once again.

(Batman almost lashed)

Dick moved to Bludheaven and Nightwing soared, John determined to go back to England and enlisted then somehow earned the name Soap.

Only Alisa stayed, hoping one day her brothers will come home.

Then a child stalker named Wayne’s neighbour appeared, Tim Drake is a genius baby who has crippling caffeine addiction and fucked up self-preservation sense. Alisa now has her third baby brother who she would definitely bite someone's head off if they dared to touch him.

(Jason is alive, he is alive, he is alive, he is-)

Then come Damian, Damian Wayne, son of the Bat. God, her murdered baby, their family's precious murdered tiny assassin. He came with so much rage and violence, with so many scars and hurt. She has sworn, until her last breath, she will try her damn best to make him feel loved.

Cassandra Cain just materialized from a shadow one day and called Alisa older sister, Alisha was overjoyed when this household finally had another girl. She loves to go shopping with Cass and gossip with the girls, she loves watching Cass gracefully dance and beat the shit out of their brothers and she loves how Cass slowly becomes more human.

And steaming Jesu’ Christ, is that her John dangling on the window edge of that fucking skyscraper?! And what he is doing with that Lieutenant Ghost with all those talking?????

(thanks O for gave her both visual and sound of that particular moment, because, what the fuck?)

(for some reason, there has been sight of Batman and various of Gotham’s vigilantes in Chicago, what’s the bat colony doing there? No one is sure)

(not for shovel talk or threatening government military)

Alisa MacTavish missed her parents but she also loved the family that that one weird uncle brought her through the years.

(Alisa: Bruce, yer have a problem, yer know?

Bruce: hn

Dick: She is right, B. Like Batman is one thing, but collecting kids?

Bruce: hn)

[kawaiichibiart]

Do you have anymore adribat headcanons🙈?

Yes. Here are some more adribat Headcanons:

Honestly maybe Adrien should just...move to Gotham once he graduates. He's having more fun there.

Ladybug will never forgive the Bats for letting Chat Noir and Catwoman meet. Look what happened. Her kitty's stealing for fun!! What will people think of them now?! What if they lose their respect?! What if they think she'll also start stealing?! She can't be seen as a criminal!! What if someone finds out who she is and they don't bother to listen when she says she hasn't stolen anything, okay she did, like once, but still!! (Ladybug: I GAVE YOU ONE JOB!! Nightwing: Okay, let's all calm down- LADYBUG: I AM CALM!!!! *meanwhile, Chat Noir is once again stealing a limited edition ladybug action figure*)

Anytime he goes to a gala he knows the Wayne's will be at, Adrien will ditch his father and go to them. Gabriel can't say shit because people respect Bruce more than they respect and/or fear him. Sucks to suck Gabe, shoulda been a better father.

There's an ongoing bet to see who's a worse influence: Jason "I'll teach ya how to shoot a gun" Todd, Dick "I'll teach you how to butcher a language AND swing on a chandelier" Grayson, Tim "Here's my strongest brew of coffee" Drake, or Damian "Tiny Ninja, Future Batman (so he says)" Wayne. The winner is a tie between Felix and Cass.

The Bats quickly learned that they should never let Adrien inside the Batcave whenever he has a case of the zoomies. He got stuck on the T-Rex once.

[sreppub]

please tell us all of your floor plan gripes bc SAME

THANK YOU!!!

Before we begin:

i'm sure the original artist was just having fun with it. i am also having fun!

there's absolutely no shame in liking this design and using it for inspiration as is!

honestly once i had some dinner and did some yoga, i lost my interest in ranting about something silly but it seems like a lot of writers were excited to have a visual reference, so maybe this will be interesting to - someone? 😂

inspired by one of my favourite blogs of all time: @/mcmansionhell

Important

I do appreciate that the fireplaces line up. 🔥

this plan was never meant to be in scale, nor does it include all the practical things like washrooms, closets, and stairs. be honest, would you care about these things in your silly batman comic? :P

I tried not to dwell on practicalities, but on things that I think do matter for a "set" and creating scenes. Is all. At a Wayne gala, is it easy or hard for child Tim to stumble into the library and meet Jason? What absolutely floors reporter Clark Kent when he comes inside the house, and what nooks and crannies does Brucie drag him into to make out? What's Alfred's day like?

Main Floor, Basement, Exterior

As mentioned by several others, one (1) half-bathroom for the entire first and basement floors. Interesting choice.

Weird afterthought facade

Clapboard. How is this not full gorgeous masonry.

Disappointing tiny foyer. Double height space, excellent opportunity for a feature staircase with a wraparound mezzanine, and the only thing up above is a tiny elevator lobby. There is NO space in this foyer for 9 year old Dickie to destroy a chandelier in.

That private study gotta be stuffy and dark with no windows. It better be because the clock batcave entrance is behind it, unmarked on the plan for secrecy.

The entrance to the huge mega parlor is so tight and small because of that stair 😫

My understanding of a parlour is a sitting room, no? Pour parler? Even a large parlour should be cozy and sized intimately, like... couches and a bar for a dozen people, max. I don't spend a lot of times in houses with parlours, so I could be wrong.

All of the hosting rooms clustered together makes sense. Then there's the dining room. "30-45" people need to shuffle through the tiny foyer to be seated for dinner.

Dining room so fuckin far from the kitchen

Little Jason Todd needs walk all the way from his bedroom in Siberia to the foyer stairs, make a U-turn, walk through the creepy echoey empty parlor and down the creepy echoey empty ballroom stairs to get to the library. this is discrimination.

Getting to the pool is super inconvenient from the residential level lol. Or anywhere really

Dr Wayne's Office, sure. Rather large for a single doctor, but maybe he had reception, storage, multiple suites, staff?

The hallways would feel like hamster tubes lol. Maybe old houses are just like that idk

There's no family-sized kitchen, dining room, den.... Just the big party ones.

You can fit three laundromats in that laundry room

Second Floor

Secretary's office? For what? And why on the residential floor? My best guess (I know little about old timey manors) is a touchdown office for administrative staff and guests - accountants, lawyers, Wayne Enterprises/Foundation staff... no idea.

It's cool that the residential level has a mezzanine overlooking the parlor, but feels... small.

These bedrooms are stupidly big. I could give benefit of the doubt and assume the bedrooms include unmarked ensuites, a study, whatever; but not when it explicitly says Jason has a twin bed and a desk. That room is bigger than my comfortable 2BR apartment.

Crazy long "Main Bath" (and again, not enough for five rooms). Although I suppose Dick doesn't have to share it with Jason for very long...

There are staff areas, but no staff residences. The oversized guest suites?? Or... perhaps they have to commute to change Bruce's linens? (yes, it's only Alfred now, but like. When the Ancestral Waynes lived here.)

The attic was renovated later into Bruce's living space. Presumably Guest Bed #1 was the former Master Bedroom? maybe?

Third Floor

Bruce renovated this himself so i’m allowed to roast him for it

Three balconies??? Three???? And they're ALL absurdly sized. Bruce is pale like a ghost. They are only for being dropped off by superman and kissing him goodnight.

Private video library?? He has a couple Blockbuster's worths of surveillance tapes or something?

The path for guests to go to that meeting room is so long and so winding and they have to walk though the residential spaces???

Future expansion with storage?????? For WHAT Bruce??????

The elevators don't go up here?????

Okay imagine this. Tiny Dickie has a nightmare. If there’s anything I learned from fanfic, he’s going to find Bruce’s room and sneak into his bed for crying and cuddles. If he can fucking make it there.

I think Bruce just finishes some renovations on the attic and then he accidentally adopts a child who goes fucking missing for a DAY because he went looking for Bruce one night and got LOST, and then Bruce moves back down to the family wing

Conclusion

Pinterest boards, man, i love pin boards so much

[deathlysilent13]

DPxDC Fic Snippet: Host Club Danny

(Before we get going: this is not a Mature rated story. Genuine Host clubs/Hostess clubs have very little, if any, physical interaction and it is absolutely not sexual. Ouran High School Host Club is inaccurate, though I did draw from a tiny bit of that, as well. Basics to note: Danny co-owns the club with Harvey Dent, and very, very rarely works the floor, but when Harvey's friend's kids need a safe space, is there really any one else can can be trusted? Also, another Bad Fenton Parent story, though that isn't really more than background here.)

They reach for the food at the same time, dishing samplings of the cooking. “There’s so many things I want to throw at you,” Tim murmurs, staring down at his bruschetta, “but that NDA definitely threw me off. Don’t bother, I texted Damian, he’s already confirmed it’s damn near identical to the one he signed. You’re actually that serious about not breaking confidence, aren’t you?” 

Danny nods, digging into the caprese salad. “Our guests come to be heard without judgment, to slough off the woes of the world for a moment. That can’t happen if they have to be on edge wondering what we’re going to tattle about, whether they’re going to be Miss Vale’s latest story.” He pins Tim with a sharp look, because one of the Wayne siblings had, in fact, been in the news that morning. 

Tim grimaces. “Yeah, that’s Dick for you,” he grumbles. “Man grew up in the circus and despite living in Gotham as long as he has, he still hates being on the ground.” 

Danny smirks. He’s been told about two of the chandelier incidents. From the look on Tim’s face, he sees it, because the man just groans again. 

They get through the appetizers, and Danny’s setting Tim’s entree in front of him before he speaks again. “So, since I can’t ask about my brother,” Tim starts, pointing a fork at him, “the hell was with the bilateral NDA? Why would something like that be necessary?” 

Danny settles back in his chair, making sure he’s still outwardly calm. “Because you’re not the only one with more than one face,” he answers simply as he tucks into his mushroom risotto with truffle oil. 

Tim blinks, filet mignon halfway to his mouth. “I genuinely can’t tell what that means,” he says almost accusingly as he finally bites into his dinner. 

Danny gives him a moment to savor. “It means everything said in this room is safe, no matter how dangerous it may be elsewhere,” he answers, keeping things simple. He won’t verify anything just yet, but honestly he has a sneaking suspicion that Tim’s enjoying the attention. 

The man narrows his eyes, staring at Danny through two more bites. Instead of firing another question at Danny, however, he pulls out his phone and stares at it like it personally offended him. “What the hell did he tell you?” the man mutters, though mostly to himself. 

Danny sips his chardonnay. “He told me what he needed to,” he says. “The point is to provide a safe space to let things off the chest. You have a copy of the NDA.” The last is a reminder, and one that has Tim’s eyes widening before narrowing. 

Danny can’t help his smirk, which just makes Tim scowl. “What? You wanna talk about the years I spent alone in a house my parents couldn’t bother to heat while they were traipsing all over the country without me?” he asks sharply, though Danny can see scars long healed in his words. “Or about taking on a responsibility I never asked for because my hero had died and the city’s protector was going to kill someone if things didn’t change? The attempt on my life someplace I was supposed to be safe for trying to fill shoes I knew from the beginning were beyond me?”

Danny blinks, watching Tim rapidly approaching a breakdown. He’s pieced some of it together since learning that Damian was Robin, that Tim was before him. He doesn’t have everything, though. He manages not to sigh, wondering how many times he’s going to tell this family his own story to work around their blocks. So he does, telling him exactly what he’d told Damian about his accident, the portal, and his parents. Tim’s eyes go wider and wider as Danny continues, and he can see that the reason for the NDA sinks home. 

Tim, thankfully, is just about done with his food, because it’s forgotten. “What the fuck,” he says hollowly. “You…..your parents?” Danny just nods. 

Tim’s hand rakes through his hair. Danny watches him stare into his pinot noir. “I never wanted the cape,” he whispers. Danny can hear the confession, the secret he’s terrified to speak. “The second Robin had been killed by the Joker, Batman was losing it. Getting rougher, breaking bones for even petty crime. I’d been chasing them for years, watching. He’d caught me once, that Robin.” He pauses here, his face falling into a despondent sort of fondness. “I’d slipped off a fire escape and he was just there. Closest thing to a friend I had, and honestly if things had been different I might have loved him. I needed to help Batman, needed to get him back to the man my Robin believed in.” His breath hitches. 

Danny sits quietly, letting him talk. He doesn’t much like the picture being painted. “The failure of an adult is not a child’s burden,” he says quietly. “You should never have had to make that choice.” 

[vee-crytraps]

Kiss Me More | Ch 4-1 | {Ornament}

Chapter Summary: The optics change. AN: Who doesn't love a good Wayne Gala? Part 1 because Tumblr has a word limit apparently!

{Trigger warning/Themes Masterlist} First | Previous | Next | Part 4-2

“You know, this is like, the only time I’m not jealous of those three. I hate talking to these business types,” you share, talking over the rim of your glass as you soak up the mini crowds that have formed around Dick, Tim and Damian. Clumps of high society’s finest roam the packed event under a glittering chandelier mounted high above the dance floor. Circular tables in blinding white cloths pepper the room- the dainty plates slowly filling with tiny sandwiches, puff pastries and hors d’ouvres. You’re much more interested in the literal tower of champagne uniformly poured into crystal flutes with razor thin stems.

You decide to show some restraint and skirt around it, because only a newbie would sneak off with a glass right at the start of an event like this. Someone like Tim or Damian could often get away with snatching a glass or two right from the well balanced trays of the servers that expertly snaked from one end of the room to the other. Often times, said servers even set the glasses straight into their hands without thought. Usually, you were never so lucky. Tonight was different. You could feel it, sure as the glass that was casually placed in front of you.

“You look real pretty tonight, baby bat,” Jason whispers, his hand sliding up and down the back of your arm. His voice is low enough that no one else can hear him, but his eyes search yours.

He’s looking at you in a way that makes you have to shift and press your thighs together. You can only assume that he was telling the truth about the dress, but he would much prefer to see you out of it.

“But you’re right,” he continues, his voice as quiet as a whisper. “These events are boring as hell.”

“At least there’s something to say about the free booze,” You laugh, placing your empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter with practiced grace. “On the business side of things, we’re totally the black sheep as far as the public is concerned. I’m not too worried about that, though.”

Shifting your weight, you look at Jason from the corner of your eye. 

“You’re looking rather dashing yourself, J. How much did dad have to pay you to wear the tie?”

“Do you think he’d notice if I just…took if off?” Jason asks, his voice just as quiet as yours. “It’s been choking me the entire evening.”

His eyes are on you, and they linger across your body in a way that makes your skin tingle a little bit more than you’d like to admit. You can almost hear the phantom noise of him tearing the dress off of you.

“Maybe just loosen it a little, do you want me to help?” 

“Maybe just a little,” Jason mumbles. “Thank you.”

Reaching forward, you begin to loosen his tie. 

His hands settle on your waist, and you can feel the heat of his palms through your dress as you work. His eyes are fixated on your face as your fingers worked the knot in his tie. He can feel your breath against his neck, and he wants nothing more than to pull you against him like he did the other night.

“That dress is…something else, doll.” 

Tonight, you were freed from the shackles of your previous gala attire. You shudder to think about the sheer amount of ankle length dresses, doll like lace and silken frills. Of course, you’d been over the moon about said fashion when you were first welcomed into the Wayne household by your godfather. As you got older, though, the overly modest gimmick became more than a little suffocating. Of course, Bruce couldn’t pretend to be oblivious to your developing wardrobe sickness. He was Batman, for fucks sake- so it isn’t like you ever needed to voice that you were unhappydressing like a character in Little Women, but he’d always insisted. You’d certainly gotten into enough arguments about it.

As you sneakily inspected at your reflection in the spotless glass window, you wondered what changed.

Your dress fits you like skin and the low neckline leaves your shoulders bare. The hem flutters low around the heel of your designer shoes, the sole of which were painted a telltale red. For the first time ever, you’re wearing actual heels, grinning from a distance at Tim who you could now cast your gaze over without any effort. Despite you finally getting your hands on your Cinderella moment, you slip into your usual routine of slinking around the corners of the function, opting to people watch with Jason.

“Thanks. Bruce practically had a heart attack when he saw it, but the designer and Selina ganged up on him. They managed to convince him it was good for-“

“The optics.” Jason finished, in unison with you. “Bruce didn’t want you wearing this?” 

Your skin was smooth and well moisturized, glistening in the light. Your hair was styled into submission, adorned with pins cast in literal gold. “You look incredible. Really.”

“So you keep saying,” The pair of you reach a corner table, and as grateful as you are to be wearing such cute shoes, they’re starting to kill you a little bit. “I’m supposed to be his baby girl,” you shrug. “And here I am, in a skin tight dress that costs as much as a brand new car, drinking champagne. If you ask me, I think it freaks him out that I look exactly like the type of girl he used to pick up at these things. If you catch my drift.”

“And here I am, thinking that was exactly why you got this dress.” Jason murmurs. You snort. “Seriously, though. He’s just worried because deep down, he knows you’re getting older.” There’s a familiar heat in his eyes. “It’s…a lot to process. Believe me.”

“I know, he’s just being the best dad he can.” You sigh, sinking into your seat a little. You’d imagined if your mother was still alive, she would have loved to bond with you over mini skirts and go-go boots. It was just the kind of mom she had been. You had ‘sisters’ for that, you supposed, but they hadn’t ever exactly been live-in. Stephanie, Barbara and Cassandra had their own lives, their own families and friends. Even if you had the courage to insert yourself into their every day lives, Bruce would have his usual concerns. You knew he wasn’t classist despite his billions. You supposed the years he spent overseas getting his ass beat by monks and samurai was probably quite the humbling experience. It still didn’t keep him from attempting to herd you away from some of the riff raff- though in your case, that basically meant every person who rocked a mask part time that wasn’t on Bruce’s payroll. From the day Bruce had taken you in, you’ve had everything more or less handed to you. Sometimes even on a literal silver platter. You were grateful and tried not to argue with him much from the beginning, but at 18, you were so desperate to express yourself that it was hurting. So you tried to sit back and enjoy having seized this minor victory in the battle to dress your age. Much like everything else in life, though- it came with some conditions.

“I’ve got a mission, should you chose to accept it…” You sit up, knocking back the rest of your champagne. If you wanted this victory to last beyond tonight, you needed to earn it. It didn’t matter if it isn’t fucking 1810, the rules of high society dictate that you were ‘out’ now. No more hiding in corners with Jason or stuffing your face beneath the pastry table. Simply put, if you wanted to dress like an adult, you had to act like one, too.

“More pictures?” Jason guessed, standing as well.

“You’d think the people of Gotham would tire of seeing me dance with you guys. It stopped being adorable when I hit thirteen.” You grumble, and Jason snorts in response.

“Don’t sweat it. It’s fun. And we look good together anyhow.” He offers you his arm, and you gingerly take it. Jason isn’t sneaky about the sidelong glance he casts at you. You’re sure he’s not admiring your necklace. 

It doesn’t stop when you reach the dance floor. His hands rest low on your hips, and you move them up before setting your own on his shoulders. 

“Earth to Jay. You can’t look at me like that.” He would take you more seriously if there wasn’t an edge of embarrassment in your voice. As if you don’t know what to do with all this attention. “We’re supposed to be like…sibling-ish.”

“Supposed to be,” Jason repeats with a lazy half-smile. “I’m not sure who decided to set the rules for that.”

“Bruce did,” You emphasize, but saying his name only makes Jason pull you closer. You can’t meet his gaze as he drinks you in. 

“What if I’m not sibling material? What if all I can think about is bending you over the dessert table?” “Then think about something else,” “Like what?” It takes you a minute to think as you dance, swaying lazily with him as the small amount of press snapped a picture or two. He turned you in his arms and when you faced him again, you wore a smirk. “Cobblepot, three ‘o clock.” You tried, getting Jason to peak in the direction of the supposedly reformed criminal and his date- a rather tall, gorgeous young woman. “Do you think when she gives him head later he’ll use a high-chair or a step-stool?” Jason barks out laughing, and a well-timed glare from Bruce across the room has your second oldest bother disguising it with a fit of coughs. Jason says your name with shock that is only half fake. “When did you get so fucking gross? I’m a big fan.” “All I was asking is if you think he stands or sits for his blowjobs.” You snicker resting your forehead against his chest to hide your laughter, and he smiles into your hair. “I’d hardly call it a job, princess. That’s barely labor. It’d be like sucking on a Vienna sausage-“ You thank God that you’re dancing and not drinking, because the spit take alone would make the an awesome cover for a gossip rag. The fit of giggles you fall into shakes your shoulders, and Jason continues to hold you close until the song ends. “Bruce is giving us the signal to break it up,” He sighs, linking his arm with yours as he guides you off of the dance floor.  “Boooo,” You mumble, swiping another glass from the tray of a passing caterer. Just as your bring it to your lips, Jason plucks it from your hand and takes a sip. You opt to take another one as a different waiter passes with a full tray. Rolling his eyes, Jason takes that one, too. “Be a good girl and finish your rounds before you accidentally get fucked up on this stuff, please?” He mumbles from behind his second glass. It wouldn’t be the first time he'd double fisted champagne at one of these things, though this was far from his drink of choice. “It’s barely alcohol-"  “Correction. It barely tastes like alcohol. If you get sloshed at this thing, not only will you go back to dressing like a nun, Bruce will slap a chastity belt on you. And a backpack leash.” He tuts, peering over your head as a few new arrivals spill into the room. More sharp suits and sparkling dresses, but chief amongst them was Mayor Hill and his family. “Oooh excuse me. I’m gonna go bet Jordan Hill I can drink his ass under the table.” Part 4-2

[chronicbatfictioner]

Exchanges and Compromises - Chapter 25

Jason didn't have time for niceties, definitely. But he did checked on Alfred when he managed to dispose of the strike force - whoever they were - from the door.

"Jason! They've got Master Bruce!" Alfred reported. He did not - much to Jason's relief - look like he needed assistance as he kept shooting with uncanny accuracy through a shotgun. Jason collected another rifle from another prone body, and discarded the one he'd repossessed before, and made his way toward the bedrooms.

"Damian!" he called, even as he saw Dick fighting at least two dozen men.

"They got him!" Dick called.

Jason stilled and glared at Dick, leaping to and fro and landing punches and kicks, but there were simply too many of them. "Get to me in three seconds, Grayson." Jason growled lowly, punching the inner-ear commlink. "Cat, get Alfred out and away in your car now."

"Alfred's safe!" Tim reported a second later. "I'm holing in the car. What?"

"Zap them all." Jason stated as Dick came within arm's reach. "In three, go up and off the ground, Dick. --Two, --one!"

Dick leaped, taking Jason with him, toward a chandelier; and held on to it just as Jason dropped a tiny EMP/taser grenade. It zapped around as it hit the ground, and thanks to Dick's acrobatics, Jason himself would not be affected.

"Okay, back down." Jason ordered as the 30+ attackers dropped like flies. "I hope your shoes are insulated. And where is Damian?"

"Bruce got to him in the panic room!" Dick looked pissed. "I'm sorry, I'm... I didn't think he'd try anything in his own house..."

"Right," Jason snapped and flicked the comms back on. "Oracle," he called. If all went according to plan, Tim would have used the same method outside, using his tweaked-out car as a taser.

"Tim's immediate surrounding is clean." Oracle reported.

"Let's go!" Jason all but dragged Dick. He wanted to get pissed at Dick, but managed to keep his anger in check. Dick might have been an excellent fighter. But he was not trained to guard.

"The GCPD and first responders' on their way after they saw the boom." Oracle reported. "You might not want to be next door."

"I have a place a little further out of Bristol, ten minutes away." Tim said, a little grimly. "We're going there." he continued as Jason and Dick got in to his car.

Jason kept quiet through the journey, largely because Alfred and Dick, too, were being quiet. Oracle would handle the outside CCTV recordings, and hopefully hold back all queries as to where the Waynes were during what seemed like a whole invasion. There were so many bodies, more than the League of Shadow's would have been able to get their hands on.

He was still thinking of what or who could have been behind the whole attack, when they arrived at a little hut in the woods just outside of Bristol Township, a few miles beyond Wayne Manor's borders. He was not initially worried of Damian, he would be able to find him easily. Even as they got in, the League's people would have been starting to track Damian through a tracker he has in him.

It was Dick who spoke first. "I'm sorry. I tried to get Damian to the panic room and Bruce followed. He must have drugged Damian because I saw him leaping out a window with Damian under his arm..."

Alfred chimed in. "He is not Master Bruce, Richard. I can assure you that."

"Okay," Tim sighed. "O? I think we need a change of plan here. Jason? You have anything?"

"Yeah," Jason exhaled slowly. "Alfred, we know he's not the real Bruce. We've been trying to find the real Bruce for quite some time now. I'm just..."

"Arkham Asylum," Tim suddenly said. "Shit, shit, shit... Why didn't I think of it. O?"

"Sending a team to Arkham right now." Oracle replied as her projection appeared on the screen. "Good to see you, Mr Pennyworth. Too bad it's under this kind of circumstances."

Alfred gave her a slight nod. "I have heard of the almighty Oracle. The honor is all mine, miss." he said. "And pardon me, I'm not assuming your gender. The Oracle of Delphi, however, were always female." he added just as Jason, Tim, and Dick swiveled their respective heads toward him.

"Of course," Oracle replied. "Arkham team is six minutes out. Eleven to break in. Jason?"

"Okay, like I've said, we've been trying to find Bruce and keep an eye of his parents for a good while. I don't believe he's dead - at least hoping he's not, for Damian's sake." Jason said. "Why Arkham, Tim?"

"We assumed he'd be detained out of town and/or dead and body hidden out of town. But Bruce Wayne is a formidable and well-known face. He's big and tall and memorable. There is no way he could be willingly get into somewhere like Switzerland and not leave without anybody wondering why. Even with a private jet." Tim explained. "That would mean he's still within state lines. What better place to hide someone famous in plain sight than an insane asylum?"

"Damn, boy..." Jason huffed. "So who's Peyton Riley--? Alfred?"

Alfred suddenly gave a glimmer of recognition that caught Jason's attention right away. "Riley, you said? By god..." Alfred sighed. "I know now who that man is..."

It was Oracle that made the demand, "explain."

"Master Bruce had... a friend from a good long while ago. Thomas Elliott." Alfred explained. "I should have seen it through the chess games... He was... an unhappy young man, largely because he was always compared to Master Bruce by his mother. His father was killed in an automobile accident, in which Dr Wayne managed to saved his mother's life. His mother has passed away a few years ago due to... an accident, so they claimed. She has always been frail, especially after her bout with cancer. Thus when she fell down a set of stairs, no one questioned it. At the time, young Thomas has been seen with a young lady who was believed to be the daughter of Patrick Riley, the Irish Mafia. Her name is Peyton.

"Young Thomas has a medical degree specializing in cosmetic surgery. But he was not a businessman. His family's construction company is now in ruins, I believe. And he would have been... poor, if not desolate. But..." Alfred paused. "I daresay he had altered his appearance to look more like Master Bruce. But the demeanor... I have practically raised Master Bruce since he was but a wee child of ten. My father raised him since birth and informed me of all of his quirks and habits. I know the difference between the two like the backs of my hands." the old man fell quiet, although the lines on his face betrayed his calm voice.

Tim was quiet the whole time, but Jason could tell he was actually thinking. "You're reading a little more into this, Tim," Oracle commented before Jason could.

"He has had control over the Waynes' wealth, indirectly, for more than four months." Tim remarked.

"Checking now," Oracle reported. "Nothing out of the ordinary, no major amounts redirected out of the family accounts. Mr Pennyworth? When exactly did you start suspecting that he was not Bruce?"

"He walked in just as that brute, Bane, got in the Manor." Alfred reported.

"Did he say anything to Dr Thomas of proving Bane's parentage through DNA test?" Dick asked. "I mean, Dr Thomas denied DNA testing. And like I've said before, if I were an only child and someone walked in claiming to be my brother, I'd demand a DNA test. At least to be compared to me."

"Either way, if he'd demand to do a DNA test between himself and Bane, they won't have matched. It won't hurt him at all in the long run." Jason reminded. "And he did a DNA match with Damian..."

Everyone turned toward Alfred as the old man cleared his throat. "But he did not, Sir. He presented a cotton swab when asked at the laboratory, stating he hated having his blood drawn." Alfred reminded.

Jason groaned. He had noticed that back then, just didn't think of it much. "I should've..." he sighed. "Anyway, okay." he pulled out his cellphone, reading through the reports that came from the League's agents. "He's heading north, toward the Canadian border."

"The Birds are going through Arkham with a fingerprint scanner and I'm backing them up with DNA tester. I'm absolutely sure that the swab came from the real Bruce..." Barbara remarked. "Can't imagine Talia Al Ghul would be fooled by an impostor."

"I'm putting reasonable faith that Damian is the real Bruce Wayne's son, and that the swab had actually come from Bruce Wayne. That means that within a week thereof, Bruce was still alive." Jason said, trying to ignore the pain that crossed Alfred's face. "You tell me when, Oracle, and I'll deploy my people to get to the Doc and Missus."

"Get them now," Tim ordered. "How soon?"

"Less than ten." Jason replied, punching the commands into his cellphone. "They're rolling. Oracle?"

"I... can't disagree. Tim, you gotta share your plan here."

"Elliott - for the sake of clarity, I'll call him that until otherwise proven, yeah?" Tim started. When everyone just shrugged and not protest, he continued, "Okay, he has at least fifteen minutes ahead of us toward Canada. I would presume that he has made preparations against the League, knowing Damian's ties to them. But he wouldn't be prepared against our resident Rich Boy and his quiver of sharp things," he smirked, showing his cellphone screen. Jason unconsciously smirked, too, as the Green Arrow's symbol appeared. "I've asked Green Arrow to follow the tracker signal I've got from Jason and get Damian. But in the mean time, I think Elliott is planning to dispose of the Doc and Mrs Martha, and then kill Bruce. Why? Money."

"Yeeeah, I don't follow..." Dick sighed. "explain it for us who doesn't have rich folks with inheritance to get?"

"Simple, if Doc and Missus Wayne died at the same time, their wealth would pass on to Bruce, yeah?" Tim explained.

"Obviously," Dick agreed. "And if Bruce died, it'll fall to Damian. But won't it make more sense to kill Damian first?"

"Sure, if Damian is just a street rat from down the block." Jason inserted, starting to see Tim's line of thought.

"Exactly. Damian is not just a street rat from down the block. He's also the heir of the Al Ghul empire, which is considerably larger than Wayne's. I would bet you all of my tiny little empire that Elliott is planning to kill Bruce, and then make Damian state him as the heir. Damian is a minor - in any country. And without Jason by his side, Elliott thought that he could manipulate or threaten Damian." Tim continued.

Jason sighed, a little exasperatedly. "Obviously he undermined and underestimated Damian..." he said. "I hope he'll keep Damian tied down tight. Otherwise that kid might do some facial reconstruction of his own..." to Alfred's single eyebrow-raise, Jason shrugged. "Hey, he was raised by the League of Assassins. Whaddya expect us to have done? Teach him how to knit and sew?"

"I shall be more impressed if you did." Alfred replied dryly. "Regardless..." he paused.

"Oh, and I've got the thing that would undo bone restructuring." Jason suddenly remembered. "It's... well, subtle. But if the restructuring is extensive, it can be quite painful."

"At this point of my life, young Jason, and after all the things that man has put my family through, I find myself lacking the required sympathy." Alfred told him.

"Okay, then... first thing first... How's Arkham?" Tim asked. "Green Arrow should be the welcoming committee as soon as they found..."

"They found him!" Oracle's electronic voice sounded odd with the excitement Barbara couldn't suppress. "Holy mother of all things mighty, we found Bruce Wayne!"

"Green Arrow, you got green light." Tim told his cellphone, commanding Green Arrow. Then he looked at Jason.

"We've got the senior Waynes. Four casualties - Peyton apparently brought in some muscles. She is detained and the Waynes shall be relocated back here." Jason reported as the reports came in from his agents. "Now, Green Arrow, you better make the best welcoming committee fit for a hero on this side of Valhalla for my little bro."

[cata-daily]

Dailies Index 1-50

The beginning! From 4/15 to 6/3

The format is: Day ___ - Short Description

I have no idea if this is gonna be helpful at all, but if it is then yay!

Next index (51-100) Other art, WoT's, etc Index

Day 1 - Snapping :) Day 2 - By an unmarked white van Day 3 - Swinging from a chandelier Day 4 - "why do guys named timothy go by tim when they could go by moth" Day 5 - Staring into the sunset Day 6 - Very large apple Day 7 - Shadow having taken a bite out of his arm Day 8 - TSP two doors Day 9 - 2 drums and a cymbal fall off a cliff Day 10 - ded (cwacom) Day 11 - Little sticky note doodle Day 12 - Horrible mouse drawing Day 13 - TSP countdown ending Day 14 - Looks at you with enormous round shiny eyes Day 15 - the horrors persist but so do I (b&w) Day 16 - Slightly coloured ms whiteboard Day 17 - Mean Girls whale bathroom pass Day 18 - Girls at Sleepovers/Boys at Sleepovers Day 19 - Tie dye Day 20 - Bass Pro Shop fishtank Day 21 - Icicle sword Day 22 - Bug pin lance Day 23 - Conveniently shaped lamp Day 24 - Eye flames Day 25 - Sketch of the trio Day 26 - Kinda rendered eye Day 27 - Suavemente gnome Day 28 - Canada goose Day 29 - His hole... Day 30 - amit Eclipxie Day 31 - amit Shadow Clone Day 32 - Birthday art! Day 33 - *yeets burger Day 34 - the horrors persist but so do i (coloured) Day 35 - Shimmer moth reference Day 36 - Wing tails paper sketch Day 37 - Small bow Day 38 - amit reactor explosion Day 39 - SGAmod reveal ancestor Day 40 - Master(ftw) ancestor Day 41 - Polarities ancestor (sketch) Day 42 - Polarities ancestor Day 43 - Toe biden... Day 44 - Redemption ancestor Day 45 - SGAmod ancestor Day 46 - Sometimes I wonder how I taste lol (meme) Day 47 - Ultranium/SAA ancestor (sketch) Day 48 - Pride month start! Day 49 - Tiny doodle Day 50 - Sparkle sparkle

[bluerosefox]

Yesssss!!!

Tim and Damian having to work together to keep the Baby™ safe (and keep an eye on some slowly deprogramming Talon's that are equally protective of the baby Talon). Again mostly cause Dick is not on Earth and Bruce is out of Gotham with the JL for a few days, even Alfred is out of Gotham for a bit (like a day or two). They rope Jason into helping take care of the baby, mainly cause Jason does not trust them to know how to cook actual food for the kid.

Also Damian using all of this chaos in order to spar against the Talons is the best. Of course he would. (He also is trying to cement himself as the BEST uncle, he will fight for that title)

Alfred returns, and see's a toddler version of Dick (or close enough, there are some tiny differences) on the chandelier while the boys are trying to either get him down with cookie bribes or keep the Talon's from joining up there with the Baby™ . He raises an eyebrow and just takes it in stride. He is also the only one that manages to get him down with little to no fuss.

Also again, nether Dick or Bruce are ready to see a army of Talon's and a toddler version of Dick at the Manor.

Danny is also totally eating Dick's favorite cereal when they meet, turns his tiny head when he hears them come into the kitchen and they all just stare at each other for a minute, his stuffed full cheeks has some milk and some cereal bits on it cause he's a messy eater sometimes and then whines when a Talon reaches over to wipe his face with a cloth Alfred gave them.

Got a new idea cooking in my head.

Another DPxDC idea.

A reborn into DCverse Toddler!Danny but also Dad!Dick and Talons.

Danny is reborn into the DCverse (either he's a clone of Dick, a created test tube baby, OR a kid Dick unknowingly had during his amnesia year) and wakes up in the Court of Owls who finally have their Gray Son and will turn him into the greatest Talon ever.

Thing is, Danny still has his ghost powers (King Danny? Idk leaving it open, either that or just able to control clean ectoplasm) and knows whatever fruitloops have him, this will not be fun. So, when none of the Owls are watching him, he uses his abilities to influence a few Talons and they all book it out of the place.

Danny later finds himself walking the dirty Gotham streets with a few Talons, one holding his hand while the others hide in the shadows in case they need to protect the baby Talon they all care for.

Of course, the sighting of a Talon holding a toddler's hand catches the camera's and Oracles attention very very fast.

One of the Batboys is sent out, not Dick he's on a space mission right now, and whoever it is, is shocked to see a toddler that has a LOT of similarities to Dick.