#and bruce in this movie is fucking terrible

[sardonic-sprite]

Just watched Under The Red Hood all the way through and I am Unwell

[iamzer0]

Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Pʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ Jᴀsᴏɴ Tᴏᴅᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs

You weren’t blood related, but it sure felt like you were, at least to Jason it did.

You were another orphaned kid Bruce adopted, before you could even become some version of robin Jason swooped you up and basically took you under his wing.

He became unreasonably attached to you, to point where you started to live with him and he basically became your parent/brother.(kinda against your will though)

He had suffered such trauma that he never learned to recover from so to him keeping you locked up was his fucked up version of protection.

He wasn’t home a lot you know him being red hood and all that. But even with him not home he still had his ways of monitoring you, via cameras placed around the house.

He was definitely not above drugging you, he didn’t like to do it but saw it necessary at times.

You were stubborn so he resorted to drugging your food, and when all else failed he would basically force the pills down your throat.

You were his light in this fucked up world, so whenever he took down a crime lord, or trafficking ring he felt like he was making the world safer for you.

He is the type person to have an all out yelling match with you, then leave and come back with your favorite food while muttering an apology.

You were trying to escape 24/7 it got to a point where chaining you up was the only way to stop you from trying to escape.

You would sometimes try and go on a hunger strike, which would ultimately end with Jason having to threaten to shove the food down your throat.

Other than the fact that he was a maniac, y’all did actually have some pretty good conversations, mostly involving y’all shit talking Bruce.

Y’all would sometimes watch movies together, those where the nights where you weren’t walking on eggshells around him.

Those were the nights you forgot about everything Jason had done to you, as you curled up next to him and fell asleep.

He really did love you, but he had a terrible way of showing it.

A/N: this is my first time writing for DC so I hope y’all liked it. Bye bye love u all(OvO)

[robinhqs]

i get that the majority of people who know batman know him from movies and therefore understand him as the violent justice character and assign values to the trinity as such. clark is hope, bruce is justice, diana is truth. but these are really wrong to me because it implies that bruce saves gotham via fear and pessimism alone.

he definitely terrifies the fuck out of gothamites, but that’s not all? the batsymbol also represents hope, the same way the S does.

the people of gotham have hope in batman. that his existence proves their city can get better, that they have someone to keep them safe. batman is hope to bruce, born out of an optimism that with the sacrifice of the rest of his life, he can truly make a difference in gotham. it gives gotham a second chance, a chance to get better.

it’s why the batsymbol means so much to cass, because like bruce, she believes in second chances. she got her own second chance, and she has hope that it’ll change the city.

it’s why jason wears the symbol as a mockery, because he doesn’t believe anymore. he’s been disillusioned with the idea that anyone deserves a second chance, which is why he’s willing to kill.

it’s why the criminal lords hate him, because he gives hope to the people they’re trying to take that hope away from. he disproves joker’s one bad day theory, because he had a lot of terrible fucking days and has seen the very worst of gotham and still manages to stick with his city.

saying that batman is pessimistic and born only to punish the guilty is such a diminishment of what the batsymbol means to gothamites, including bruce and his allies. and maybe nobody outside of gotham will ever get what the batsymbol means to them. nobody will understand that in the worst city in the world, they have a man willing to stick by them and sacrifice his everything just to save them.

[numberonedukethomasapologist]

Headcanon that Duke mom would curl duke's babyhairs on the nape of his head around her finger and it calms him down and can eventually lull him to sleep

Whenever he's stressed he'll start messing with the back of his head twisting his hair between his fingers

Soon enough a batmember ask him why he does that and he tells them that it reminds him of his mom and when you tell one batmember something everyone knows it in an hour tops

This is how the hair curling starts to become an affectionate tic that everyone does (it starts to calm the other batmembers when they curl duke's hair)

Duke: where the fuck is it!?

Bruce: language.

Duke: *glares at him*

Bruce: *gets up and walks over to him* what have you been looking for?

Duke: the hairclip my mom got me..

Bruce *sighs and starts to curl the hairs on his nape* let's take a breather, where was the last place you put it?

Duke at first is confused about how he new that spot calms him but he remembers how quick everyone finds out stuff if you only tell one person

----

*Duke and dick sitting on the couch watching a movie*

Duke: *yawns and lays back against dick*

Dick: *starts to play with the hairs on duke's nape*

Duke: *slowly falls asleep*

Dick: *having a very emotional moment and is so happy that a simple motion of playing with hair gave him a chance to snuggle with his baby brothee*

---

Duke: *locked himself in his room lumped in the nest of his bed having a terrible day on the verge of tears*

Cass: *climbs through the window* baby brother.

Duke: wtf?? Cass?!?

Cass: *stares deep into her baby brother souls*

Duke: *to creeped out to look her in the eyes* um.. do you need something cassie?

Cass: *climbs over Duke and scoots up into his back*

Duke: *squaks* cass? What the hell??

Cass: *pushes his head down so she can reach his head while cuddling into his back and starts playing with the nape hairs*

Duke: oh.. ok.. *sighs*

Cass: baby brother. Relax.

Duke starts to feel better falls into a comfy silence with the small ball of heat in his back that is braiding and un braiding his nape hair

[alphajocklover]

Man I'm just some scrawny skater and always have been. I always make fun of meatheads at the gym for being obsessed with size and power, but recently I watched the Hulk movie and I think I get it... The idea of becoming unstoppable and reigning supreme.

My friends have been worried about me since I've stopped hanging out with me and started hitting the gym but I wish I could just Hulk out without the whole 'Hulk speak' part. Something about letting my inner beast take over like the other dudes in the gym is tempting. Could you help me out?

The thing everyone forgets about the hulk is that, after decades of being in the comics, Bruce Banner is far more complicated than the movies would suggest. Sure, it started out like all the movies do, with Banner being transformed into the Hulk by some terrible accident, switching between forms whenever angered, but over the years and the dozens upon dozens of different storylines the Hulk has become so much more complicated. Over the years Bruce Banner has gained more than just one alternate personality. There’s himself, of course, ther nerdy genius. Then there’s the classic hulk, dumb angry and strong. But there have been many others over the years. Joe Fixit, the gray hulk with the mind and personality of a Vegas mobster, Doc Green/professor Hulk, a version of the hulk with both the brains and the brawn, and Green Scar, a cunning warrior who ruled an entire planet (for a short time). These are only a few of his many different forms and personalities. So, if you wanna be like the Hulk… it’s going to be more than just the nerd and the hunk.

Let’s start with the basics. That is to say, let’s start with you. The Skater. Your original personality, the one who makes fun of meathead jocks and doesn’t give a fuck about being strong. Or at least didn’t until recently. But after watching that movie… something’s changed inside of you. It awakened parts of yourself you didn’t even know were there. And I’m not speaking metaphorically. It seems that certain triggers now cause you to change into other forms, other people. At first they presented themselves as the sudden urge to workout and desire to be a jock, but now they don’t need to be just urges. They’ve developed into full on identities. When you’re not in a different form you’ll revert to your original self, the skinny skater you used to be… but that won’t be very often. Your other selves are way too greedy to give the pathetic little skater his fair share.

Next is your hulk. But for you it’d be more accurate to call him the Hunk. Beefy, muscular, dumb and sexy as hell. He’s everything you used to hate and everything you now long to be. An alpha male, a jock, a himbo, a stud. Your inner beast. He's the one who goes to the gym with your new bros, flirts with anything that moves, and flexes almost constantly. He isn’t brought forth by anger like the real hulk is though. You turn into the Hunk when horny. Makes sense. Just like how the Hulk is always angry, the Hunk is always horny. A complete and utter fuckboy stud, and until you get control over his wild libido, you’ll be turning into him almost constantly.

After that is your Joe Fixit. Let’s call him Joe. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. Just like in the original comics Joe isn’t summoned by an emotion, but by the night. He’s drawn out by the thrill of the nightlife, by clubs and secret backrooms and grinding against each other in the dark while the beat pumps through you like a drug. He spends the first half of the night as a bouncer, using his beef, strength and sometimes even his charm to keep certain people out. The second half he spends flirting with chicks, dancing at the club, partying, drinking, and on a good night fucking his latest babe in the clubs VIP room. The best part is that he never has to deal with a hangover, and whichever you who wakes up in the morning is always well rested.

Your next form is the one who has it all. Your Doc Green, the one with the brains and the brawn. He actually is a med student who is trying to become a doctor, so let’s call him Doc. Charming, manly, and muscular, but also sensitive, kind and intelligent. His trigger is less clear, but you know he comes out when you need him. Whether its for a shift at work, to charm a girl or guy you actually like enough to date and not just fuck, he’s there. What he’s really good at though is making money. For a med student he’s shockingly loaded, probably because he set up a very successful onlyfans account for each of you. You, the regular you, watch his videos sometime. You always turn into the Hunk before the video ends.

Finally is the warrior. The green scar. You just call him Jock. Because that’s what he is. He comes out fairly rarely, only when you’re feeling very competitive, usually during sports events and bodybuilding contests. He’s tough, rough, and never backs down. He’s surprisingly intelligent, but uses most of this intelligence on strategy and tactics. He’s the perfect team leader, and is incredibly dominant on and off the field.

Between the Hunk, Joe, Doc, and Jock, there isn’t much time for you anymore. But this is what you wanted, want you fucking love being each of them. You finally released your inner beast. All four of them.

**hey there! Hope you guys liked the story. I know most people go a different direction when it comes to ‘hulking out’ but I thought maybe something a little different like this would be more interesting. I hope whoever requested the story enjoys it, and that you don’t mind me showing off my inner comic book geek**

[haveihitanerve]

I've Got You

Steph just wanted one day. One day. To feel shitty about herself. To sit alone at home in silence and wallow. Watch crappy pirated movies from her phone because she can’t afford a TV and eat junk food that's probably months old because she doesn't really have time to get a real job right now.

She had, preferably, wanted a relaxing day. Being sick wasn't optimal for staying home, but at least it gave her a decent excuse.

So there she was, hunched underneath the covers of her crappy twin bed, on her phone, old bags of chips and tissues littering the floor and bed.

The window slides open and Steph's hand is under her pillow in a second, gripping the small dagger Tim had gifted her.

“I’m fine Tim. Go away.” She calls out in direction of the window as a shadow slips into the room. The shadow straightens to its full height and she curses, quickly dropping her phone.

“I’m not Tim.” Batman rumbles, and Steph drops the knife, twisting her body slightly to face him.

“I see that.” She shoves her phone away, just so that he doesn’t see her pirated movie selections. The last thing she needs is to deal with the fucking Bat. But of course, the Gods hate her.

“You missed patrol.” Steph’s cheeks heat up. She didn’t think it was that noticeable that she’d missed today. Much less that he’d notice.

“Yeah I uh… day off.” She chuckles awkwardly, hand rubbing the back of her neck. “Even my crappy manager Dave at Batburger gave me them from time to time. No point in being your own manage if it doesn't have benefits right?” To punctate the brilliance of her sentence she throws some finger guns his way.

Batman is unamused, white lenses unmoving. “Tim told me you jumped in Gotham harbor yesterday. To save a boy.” he murmurs instead, eyes scanning her apartment, taking in the empty cabinets, mold, and littering of stuff.

“Yeah.” Steph sniffs, grabbing another tissue to blow her nose. “Uh, is he okay?” She hasn’t had a chance to check, and she curses innerly at the lack of care it shows.

But Bruce doesn't comment, maybe because its what he expected, or because… something else, and just nods. “Yes. He’s fine. Minor cold, nothing too terrible. He wasn’t in the harbor for too long, thanks to you.”

Steph frowns at little at that, because it almost sounds like a compliment. Pride. “Uh, yeah well.” She shrugs, unsure of how to play this. “It’s just what we do right?”

Bruce hums his affirmative, eyes now scanning her. “But you..” Steph stiffens at that, and his eyes track the movement, no outward shift visible, but Steph can almost feel him flinch innerly at it.

Its for that reason alone that she forces her body to relax. “You were in it for longer.” He continues, pretending like nothing happened, like he's not bothered. Steph frowns, unsure of the direction he's taking.

“Yeah, I mean, I had to go in, find him, push him out, make sure he was out, and then patrol.” She shrugs. “No biggie.” Bruce frowns, and Steph squints at him, uncertain of what caused the reaction.

“You patrolled afterwards? Without changing?” Steph jerks one shoulder.

“I mean… yeah?” His eyes scan more intently now, taking in the littering of tissues, the large, thick blanket wrapped around her shoulders in the middle of summer, the redness of her nose.

“You’re sick.” The words are flat. Emotionless.

Steph rolls her eyes. “Great work Sherlock. Yes. I’m sick.” She sparkles her hands around herself in a bad display of joy. “Day off work. Sick day.”

Bruce frowns again, and before she knows it, he's crossed the room to her side. Steph stiffens again without meaning to, but he’s so close and he hasn't been this close since she was Robin and-

He kneels, tugging off his gloves as he presses a hand to her forehead, frown deepening. “You're burning up.” He mumbles, hands now moving faster, checking against her throat and moving to her sides and back, prodding and pushing with a firmness that is both professional and gentle and Steph doesn't know how to feel about it.

She wonders, idly, as his fingers settle on either side of her ribs, just resting there gently, how often he’s done this to Tim. To Dick. And Jason. And Damian and Cass. She wonders if even Duke has already gotten this treatment. If she's the last one. The one he hoped he’d never do it to, after he fired her from Robin.

“I’m taking you home.” Bruce announces without much fanfare, fingers finally slipping away from her sides as he stands, and Steph cant help but feel like she's lost something as he puts distance between them.

She glances around her apartment. “I am-”

“The Manor.” He corrects, and if Steph didn't know better she would swear his throat bobs, cheeks red. “You need medicine and food and- I don't know what else but you wont get it here. I’m calling Leslie.”

Steph frowns up at him. “But- I- okay…” She uncurls her legs from underneath her, moving to stand. But she must have moved too fast because suddenly the ground is moving closer and her legs have given out-

But Bruce is there, strong and gentle as he swings her into his arms like she weighs nothing, tucking her head against his chest like he does it daily, cradling her close.

“I can walk.” She mumbles as he moves to the window. “I can do it.”

Bruce hums his agreement, grappling away from her tiny, musty apartment. “I don't doubt it.” His breath ruffles her hair, warm against her ear. “But you don’t have to. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Steph's hand contracts on his suit, bunching the fabric, and if a tear slips out of her eye, well... its just the wind. 

[starry-bi-sky]

Part uh, four? of "Clone Danny"

...taking a risk and @ing @minnesota-fats since they seemed pretty hyped about this au. So i figured they'd want to know when the next part came out.

So where did we leave off? Oh yes... Danny taking the stairs two at a time to book it away from Bruce Wayne before he realized that he and Danny shared the same face.

So safe to say after Danny calls Tucker and they both panic over Bruce's appearance, and he finds himself slinging on his black hoodie and stuffing his pockets with his mask and his jawbreaker gloves before scaling down his second-story window to book it over to Tucker's place.

(you never know when there might be a ghost attack)

It's of no surprise to him when Sam is already there when he arrives at Tucker's, and they all migrate to Tucker's room to come up with a plan of attack. Was Danny gonna tell Bruce Wayne that he was a clone? hell no! He decided to let the man live in ignorant bliss and he is sticking to that decision no matter what anyone says.

Besides, his parents can open that pandora's box, considering they created it.

So their plan of attack? Literally just "avoid Bruce Wayne like the plague until he leaves" which is... a bit difficult right now.

"you could stay at our place until he leaves?" Tucker says

"And what if he stays for a month?" Danny asks, overthinking as he's become prone to do. Ghosts are unpredictable after all. "I cant have a month-long sleepover at your place."

"You could wear a mask?" Sam suggests

and Danny makes a face, "What kid wears a face mask in their own house?"

"You could feign an illness."

...And so on and so forth. They discuss ideas for nearly an hour until Sam leaves and Danny needs to head out as well before his parents discover that he's gone. (he cant exactly tell them he snuck out his window)

(He crawls back through his window only to get the daylights scared out of him by Jazz, sitting on his bed and wanting to talk to him about Bruce Wayne being, apparently, in their living room. Danny kicks her out instead because he already talked about it with Sam and Tucker and doesn't want to talk about it again for tonight)

Skip to later that night when he gets woken up by his ghost sense triggering. He wakes up with a chill and mist breathing out of his mouth, tasting like what freshly fallen snow smells like and ozone. It makes his teeth chatter.

Danny doesn't bother checking the time, and grabs his mask from under his pillow and his knucklebuster gloves. he all but sleeps in his hoodie and padding so all he does left is his boots and vest and thermos.

(He grabs his bat on the way out, and keeps his mask in his pocket until he steps outside)

when he sneaks into the kitchen, halfway through pulling his hair into a ponytail, light draws his eyes and there, up at who-knows-o'clock, is Bruce Wayne on his laptop. In their living room. He looks up at the same time as Danny.

Danny makes direct eye contact with him. Again. But there's no door to slam in his face....and behind Bruce Wayne, standing ominously at the window outside, is fucking Skulker. of course it is.

"...Mister Wayne." He says after a considerable silence where he's not sure if he's staring at Skulker or at Bruce. Skulker just stands. Menacingly. Like he crawled straight out of a horror movie.

Danny's not sure if Wayne's seen him or not.

(Bruce has, indeed, seen him in the reflection of his laptop. And considered investigating the problem just before Danny appeared.)

"...Mister Fenton." Wayne says moments after, sounding pretty calm and uncurious about what he's doing up. "What are you doing up?"

…Nevermind.

"Go…ing on a midnight stroll?" Danny says, he's a terrible liar but people never seem to assume he's off kicking ghost butt.

"With a bat?"

(Note: this is the only time Danny curses the fact that the Fenton Creepstick is painted with glow-in-the-dark-ectoplasm-infused paint. It's saved his butt numerous times in both finding it and smashing it into ghosts' faces. But now its just a hindrance.)

"...We have a ghost problem." Danny says, feeling like he came straight out of a sitcom. "What are you doing up?" Skulker looks like he's getting impatient behind the anti-ghost glass. Danny promptly ignores him.

"Just doing some Wayne Industries work." Bruce says.

And Danny nods thoughtfully. "Cool. Cool... Bye." And he turns and books it out the door.

He just barely has enough time to make it to the street and put on his mask before Skulker damn near takes his head off with his usual proclamation of skinning him. Danny, pointedly, sarcastically signs back his retort until he can get further away from the house.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

[thealexanderfiles]

DCU from a Marvel fans limited perspective

recently i've accidently been sucked into the DCU universe, mostly Bat family, if i'm being honest, and although i've never watched a single movie/episode, this is what i have gathered from purely reading the occasional fanfiction/lots of tumblr posts

SPOILERS i guess

There are A LOT of batkids

Bruce Wayne adopts these motherfuckers like they're some kind of limited edition pokemon set

no one is actually sure how many there are but if you have black hair and blue eyes and live in gotham, Batman doesn't care if you've got parents or not. you're coming home with him

There appears to be five Robins and Batman goes though these children like a chainsmoker with a pack of cigarettes

people die a lot

Thats okay though because people come back to life a concerning amount as well

Jason Todd died and came back to life by being dumped in a pit of magical water

Damien Wayne is the only biological child of Bruce and he mentions this a lot

Dick Greyson was the first Robin and the first adoption and i think he and Bruce got in a fight and he left to become Nightwing

Jason Todd stole the Batmobile's wheels and became the second Robin. after he came back to life he became Red Hood

Tim Drake was not an orphan, he just fit Bruce's target demographic and was conveniently close (I mean come on, it's like express shipping) He is also some kind of super-genius. He was the third Robin but became Red Robin/Drake

Stephanie brown(?) was the fourth robin(?), not sure for how long. People get upset when other people forget. I think she's called Spoiler or something

Damien Wayne is the final Robin. Hes this assassins son and im pretty sure Talia dropped him off at the Wayne Manor and said, "I had him through the terrible twos, you get the teen years'

Not entirely sure if Tim runs Wayne enterprises

Brucie wayne is the funniest fucking thing i swear

He's so stupid

not sure is Tim, Dick and Jason follow Bruce's lead and become absolute airheads as well

Alfred is a butler

Alfred has guns

There's someone called Duke and Cass knocking around

The Justice League think Batman works alone

someone in the JL is allergic to the colour yellow

there is a concerning amount of Danny Phantom x DC crossover fics

sames goes for Miraculous

Tim Drake is Bi and for some reason people don't like that

internet is divided on whether of not Batman is a bad dad

#OnlyInGotham is a thing?

Gotham is like an australian NYC

the Riddler is a not funny, less aggressive version of the Joker

apparently Alcatraz and Arkham are different prisons but thats on me

there's a whole group of superheroes out there, each have strong powers and they decide to leave the most dangerous city to the member that has no powers and dresses up as an anthropomorphic bat and runs around the city causing copious amounts of property damage with his children

there is a girl called barbra? Gordon

there is a criminally small amount of content for the girls

for some reason people ship the bat kids together, ike, anytime you have to remind yourself 'its TECHNICALLY not incest is Not Good'

Clark Kent is running round acting as if his reading glasses are the only thing standing between a normal life and CHAOS and the worst thing is that he is right

i am a MCU fan and i was SO sure that Deadpool was MCU but now i'm not so sure

Fandom likes to have this troupe that Bruce wayne doesn't believe batman exists when obviously the superior troupe is that Gotham is pretty sure they are exes

teen titans and young justice are a thing but i cant figure out which robin is who.

Damien Wayne has enough animals to open a zoo

who tf in the batfam are metas?????

Batman has definetely used the Tired Dad voice on villains and the Brucie Wayne voice on the JL

Bruce Wayne has contingency plans if someone discovers his contingency plans

THERES A PLACE CALLED THE FUCKING BAT BURGER???????

it took 2 robins until batman realized that a small child running around in a vest top and speedos was not the greatest idea

Someone needs to tell me, like right now what's going on, where to start and what to read. bc rn im LIVING on chaotic fics

[rosemaryblossoms]

Prowling

Quick author’s note: the characters are probably out of character, it’s my first time writing bat family let alone a yandere platonic batfam. Also a part of this took inspiration from the movie Spiderman Across the Spiderverse. It’s been awhile since I did different point of views so I’m a bit rusty, and my grammar sucks. Also point of views will change.

Warnings: poorly written story and shit grammar.

Before the batfam incident, you had made a new friend, The Prowler. He was like a older brother to you and despite being grumpy most of the time, he would always be kind to you and would always give you respect. He would knock on your window, even though there’s a door and open his arms and ask for a hug if he is in a cuddling mood. You missed him so much, he’s probably worried about you, looking for you everywhere worried sick, fearing that either something terrible happened to you or you had abandoned him like his father did during the incident.

You sat in the living room, the batfam are in the other room discussing what to do, you see you have made an escape the eighteenth time and well they were furious. You were so close to getting to freedom but Jason found you and dragged you back, kicking and screaming. Now, you sat there on the couch just waiting for them to come back. When they got back they sat before you, from Bruce to Duke. You feel your heart beat quicken as their eyes pierce through you, you took deep breaths, trying not to have a panic attack.

At last I found them. I stand before the Wayne manor. I went to the side and went to go find a window that was unlocked, when I do I sneaked in my cape trailing behind me. After a few minutes I heard voices, y/n being one of them, I peeked through the door and saw them.They were in the corner of the couch hugging their knees and crying for them to let them leave. My fist clenched. Fuck this I’m going in. Don’t worry, big brother is going to save you.

“No! I don’t want to, I don’t want to stay here, I want to leave” “you are all crazy, you’re not my family!” Dick got up about to pounce on you but Jason clenched his teeth and dragged him back down. Bruce tried to calm everyone down while you sat there with your blood pumping. After everyone but you settled down, they got back to discussing. “Y/n how many times am I going to tell you, you are a part of our family and here you will stay.” Bruce says standing up and walking towards you. He then puts his hand on your face and cupped your cheek rubbing it gently. “Hey old man, if they said no it means no.” A familiar voice scowled. They look towards the door and saw him, The Prowler.

The all stood up and blocked your view of him. Their weapons are out, preparing for attack on this masked stranger. “Hey, who the hell are you and how did you get in the manor.” Seethed Jason and the man chuckled as he walked closer, he then reached for his mask and pulled it off. Their hearts dropped, it’s you. Your face was more masculine, a few scars and a burn mark decorated your face. With a grin “you” tilt your head to the side. “Me? Well I’m y/n l/n, but you. . .”

“You can call me the Prowler.”

[igotanidea]

Pool party : Dick grayson x reader

Request: by @pinkestfloyd - dick x female reader having a pool party at the wayne manor

***

It took weeks to convince Y/N to have a proper celebration of her birthday.

If it was up to her she would rather have some quiet event, like a nice dinner with her boyfriend, a movie and some cuddles and maybe something more.

But no……!

Dick Grayson, being the eldest son of the billionaire and head over heels in love with her just had to go overboard.

A pool party? She raised an eyebrow when he broke the news to her a couple weeks earlier “do you even know me Dick? Why the hell would I want a pool party?”

“Cause you never had any in your life obviously!” he grinned

“Do you see me mourning that terrible loss?”

“come on, baby…..” he cooed, grabbing her by the waist and pulling to him “it’s gonna be fun.. I promise! Scout’s word!”

“You were never in the scouts.”

“How about Robin’s word?” he keeps on convincing her, his tone playful

“Now that’s something I would never trust���.” She snickers

“You’re breaking my heart here Y/N….” one of his hands leave her body as he puts it on his heart, faking going into a cardiac arrest. “Shall I wear my Nightwing costume to convince you?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“I never knew Nightwing is a party goer…..”

“duh! Obviously! He’s the most popular hero in the city! Of course he’s a party animal!”

“I have one too many people who would argue with that.”

“Come on.....” he whines “Y/N….. pleaaaaaseeeeee?”

“It’s not working on me, you know?”

“I still got some time to the most important day of the year which is your b-day. I’ll keep working on it. Now can you beloved boyfriend have a kiss?”

***

Satisfying his words and being a stubborn pain in the ass for the next days Dick was quite literally popping out of nowhere to talk her into his crazy and irrational idea.

She broke when one day he grabbed her from behind when she was leaving shower, dragging her into the room, almost giving her a heart attack in the process. She was tired of those childish monkey tricks and fully aware he was not going give up until she said yes to that completely ridiculous idea of unnecessary pool party at the manor (that being the quote).

Thinking about her future with Dick she was kind of getting worried of what lengths he might go to, if it ever came to asking her to marry him…….

 But…

She said yes to the party and the look on Dick’s face at that moment almost made her blood freeze.

His face lit up, his eyes sparkled and he looked like a kid in a candy store. Clearly, the ideas and plans to make it the best party in her entire life clouded his logical thinking, cause when she tried to give him a single suggestion about it, he hushed her and rushed off the room, muttering some omniscient words about attractions, catering and  flamingos(!).

Shit……

***

And that’s how she found herself here.

Here being the guest room in the manor, in front of the mirror, hesitant to do as much as peek out, let alone enjoy her own birthday party.

Everything seemed perfect. Unlike any other day in Gotham the sun was shining, no one fought anyone and even Jason and Bruce decided to let go of their unresolved conflict and bitter attitude (which made her wonder what was thing Dick threatened them with and explained the screaming she heard one day – something about no fucking fighting!).

Yes. Everything seemed perfect.

Everything except her – the woman of the hour.

And the more she stared at herself in the mirror, the more stressed she got. For no reason in particular.

“Y/n?” Dick peeked inside the room, grinning “What’s taking you so long? Everyone’s waiting.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming….” She muttered looking like a cloud storm

“Oh, no….” Dick grabbed her wrist spinning her around and putting a finger under her chin forcing her gaze up “not with that attitude. Come on…. Cheer up…. You act so much like Jason….. I promised you fun and I intend to keep that promise. Trust me?”

“You’re asking awfully a lot, Dick.” She rolls her eyes. “should know better but yeah, I do trust you.” Her hand instinctively found a way to his cheek, caressing it gently “I’m sorry I;ve been a pain about it…..”

“I forgive you, now come on, let’s party!”

“Yay…..”

The second he led her outside, her moody attitude was gone in a second, replaced by the feeling of utter shock.

Positive shock.

Contrary to her worries, Dick did not invite the whole Justice League members, Titans and whoever else. Instead, the only guests were the closest member of the Batfamily, Alfred and Bruce obviously included. And seeing them just like that – chilling and carefree from the crime fighting , even if only for a while, made her happy that she agreed to all that. For her and for their sake’s.

Stephanie, Barbara and Cass were sunbathing by the pool, laughing and talking, Damian was floating on the water on the pool  inflatable in the shape of avocado and Tim was cussing quietly at the Bluetooth loudspeaker that refused to work properly. Even Jason seemed almost happy taking care of the food and the grill, wearing his famous kiss the cook apron. Bruce and Alfred were almost in a holiday mood, casually sipping drinks and keeping an eye on everyone.

Even Titus and Alfred the cat seemed to join the party.

“Is …. Is that a slide there?” Y/N asked, completely shocked at all the decorations, balloons and attractions. And lack of flamingos, luckily.

“Of course it is! Did you really think I would do anything you don’t like?” Dick grinned “Come on, sunshine, I know my own girlfriend and it’s your day after all! HEY PEOPLE!” he yelled getting the attention of the entire family “THE BIRTHDAY GIRL IS HERE!”

“Oh, for fuck’s….” Tim mutters, kicking the stereo in a poor attempt to finally make it work. And to everyone’s surprise it actually did and the party music played from the speaker.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Stephanie in her purple swimming suit came running and hugging her friend and everyone followed. It took way too much time for Dick’s liking and getting impatient he just swept his girlfriend out of her feet, picked her up bridal style and screaming cannonball! Jumped into the pool with Y/N in his arms causing a little tsunami, that almost flooded Jason grill.

“Dick! I’m all wet!” Y/N yelled breaking into the surface, brushing her hair out of face.

“It’s a pool party! What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know, music, drinks and sprawling on the lawn chair?”

“Not on my watch, baby. I’ll make sure to give you more entertainment than that.” He smirked

And just like that, with her favourite music playing and her favourite people around she finally got herself into a party mood, realising that it was in fact her day.

***

A few hours later, all his siblings, Bruce and Alfred left, leaving Y/N and Dick to have some alone time. It was quite hard with everyone running around, laughing, bantering and sliding on the slide. A lot was happening and only now they got a chance to enjoy each other in quiet.

Y/N was laying on the inflatable, facing the sky and Dick was sitting on the edge of the pool watching her.

“Thanks for this dick…” she mutters sitting so she could face him. I really did have fun.”

“Told ya!” he grinned, slipping into the water and getting closer to her. “I know better what you may need, baby. Gotta believe me more.”

“Yeah….not gonna happen you big kid…”

“Big kid huh?” she scoffed “If you say so…” without hesitation he grabbed some water into his hands and splashed it all over her.

“Hey!”  she laughed and shook “not fair, Grayson! This is a literal attack on me!” she kicked her feet trying to get her revenge without leaving her place. “Take that!”

“You’re just so cute when you’re trying to threaten me, Y/N.”

“don’t come any closer to me, you shark!” she laughed seeing him swim closer to her and leaning on her mattress, eyeing her with loving gaze.

“I’m not a shark…. I’m trying to do some Titanic impression here.” He joked referring to the position her was in. His bottom half in the water, his upper half above it, with Y/N floating on the water.”

“not a funny reference Dick. You know how Leo DiCaprio ended there right?”

“Well, I am hoping for a different outcome.”

“And what may that…..?’

She didn’t get to finish the sentence when Dick jumped out of the water pecking her lips, grabbing her waist and dragged her underwater, pulling close without breaking the contact even for a moment. The speed and agility of this gesture immediately washed away all of her anger and she kissed him back, her own hands finding a way to his shoulder and neck, not wanting the kiss to end. This time, it turned out it was dick who had to have common sense when after a few seconds he pulled her up.

“That was what I was hoping for.” He grinned leaning his forehead on his.

“You were the one to stop…..” she pointed out

“not even close to stopping….Just couldn’t risk you suffocating there….”

“How ironic would it be if I suffocate to death on my birthday…”

“And that reminds me…. I didn’t give you your present….” He murmured, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist under water “thank god, my family finally left us alone…..” and with those words he leaned forward capturing her lips in his, smiling and showing her how happy those birthday were about to become.   

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Alternative Universe Father-In-Law

Word Count: 2,700

Summary: Bruce enters a portal by mistake, leading him to bring back someone from another universe for a nice breakfest.

Pairing: Bruce x female!reader

Notes: I enojyed the comic and the animated movie where thomas meets bruce and i had an idea to write for it. also give alfred some well desserved flowers in being a dad. #alfreddesreveshisflowers

Warnings: dad that has come back with the milk

'I am telling you, Lois. Clark is stubborn, but he has a weak spot; mention the missing turkey of '08, and he will shut up and let you do whatever you want. "

'Wait! That really works?'

'Of course, it does. I have known Clark for 7 years, and I was the witness to that crime, so just mention it: he will fall back, trust me. Now I have to go. I am home.'

'Thanks, doll!'

'No worries, bye!'

Opening the big door, you enter with your phone nestled on top of your shoulder as you held the grocery bags. Stepping into the manor, you noticed the living room where Alfred was dusting behind the plasma screen.

'Mistress y/n. Welcome back.' The cheerful butler spoke as he walked to you, grabbing the grocery bags

'Thank you, Alfred. How was your day?' I asked him, striding next to him as we entered the spacious kitchen that held the marble island in the middle, placing the bags on top of it

'My day was good. The gardener came by and took care of the bush that Master Damian had 'shaped' with his swords yesterday. Although the poor man left with a terrible mind haze after finishing the Herculean task, managing to shape it back into a proper bush, and not some rhombus as Master Damian did.'

'Do remind me to tell Damian to leave the shrubs at peace. Maybe he can use those swords' skills to cut up meat when we have BBQs.'

'That seems like a great idea.'

The two hushed and resumed their conversation as Damian entered, his smile non-existent, his eyes scrunched into a tight-knit. You turn to him, saying with a slight chuckle

'Speak of the devil. What's up, Dami?'

The child walked between Alfred and you, crossing his arms and with a deep sigh, he articulated gradually

'Father has disappeared.'

You look at Alfred, knowing fully well that sometimes Bruce disappears to follow a clue, 'He will turn up by the end of the day. Bruce is like that, don't worry, sweetheart.'

'That is true, even before his vigilante lifestyle, Master Bruce was always the one to go with no notice but always turned up when his belly rumbled.'

With a giggle nestled in Alfred's sentence, Damian spoke again, shaking his head 'No. Father and I have been working on a portal and when I was grabbing a tool, he connected two wires, which opened a portal and pulled him in. By the time I came close, the portal closed.'

Looking at Alfred with a concerned look, you spoke what you two were thinking, 'And how come you two didn't tell us about that portal?'

Damian shook his head 'I-I have no clue, y/n.'

'Okay... and do you know where the portal leads to?'

'Between our world and other 456 parallel universes.'

fuck

Sighing deeply, you look at Damian 'So we have 1 in a 456 chance of finding him?'

'Yes. So are we going?' Damina asked, ready to jump into the adventure of the chance to jump from one universe to another

'No. We aren't. Damian, I can barely turn on the TV here without asking for help. And by no means will I manage to open a portal. We only have to wait and be next to the Bat computer to see if there are any anomalies. If an anomalie happens, I know someone who can help us.' I say, looking at the small assasin child

Damian looks up at you, his eyes asking questions, 'Who do you know, mother?'

'A friend, someone I knew way before you and Bruce. Even before I met Clark.'

You look at Alfred smiling 'He will show up, right Alfred?'

Alfred responds, faying his smile 'Of course, Misstress y/n.'

While the day dragged along in a snail-pace of time, you felt yourself doze off on the bat computer, a small trail of drool leaving a trail on the keyboard that was far too uncomfortable, but when you are fatigued, anything can be a pillow, and that stiff neck fo yours is a problem in the morning.

A shift in the air moved and circled, stirring you up from your slumber. Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the luminous light that materialized in the Batcave, the wind pushing around the whirlpool of light as a tall, a dark shadow exited out. Staying up on numb legs, you felt the same pull you felt with Bruce, a warm safe space that drew you two always closer.

'Bruce?' you asked cautiously as you paused. The shadow you saw his features, the sharp hairstyle that was always in place, his tall and muscled build that was engraved in your mind. You knew that was him. Moving to him, you felt a wave of relief wash over you but another one followed, disappointment.

'Where were you?! We were worried sick about your stupid ass! How could you not tell me that you were making a goddamn portal in the house, Bruce!' you directed your words at him, the light of the rustled and shined over his taller-than-usual figure but nonetheless, you continued, 'And don't think for a fact you went to another universe that means I will get any sympathy from me. You are sleeping on the couch for the next 3 weeks.'

As the portal began to size down the light shimmered down you step back letting yourself catch a breath, sure you were mad but you were also glad that he was alive.

With the portal gone, the shadow started to dissipate bringing back the man you loved. You waited, a small smile on your face as you heard him speak a few shades deeper than what you know 'You were right. She is a firecracker.' Stepping back few more steps at the unfamiliar tone you watched a shape move behind him tall as him, same as him, did Bruce duplicate?

Leaning on the Bat computer, ready to press the button on the keyboard to call the remainder of the Bat Family you watched carefully as one moved closer to you, revealing... Bruce, your Bruce with a small smile.

'Sorry I was gone, dalrin.''

'Bruce, what is going on?'

'I met someone along the way.' Bruce steps for you to see the man that you talked to, with one confident step the man steps to you, his features coming to light, grey hair styled in a way that not even the wind could move one strand, his blue eyes decorated with wrinkles and his smile eerily identical to Bruce's looking at them side by side it struck you

'Love, this is my father, Thomas Wayne. In the universe I stumbled upon was a universe where my father was the Batman, and I was shot that night.'

Thomas smiled warmly at you, offering a hand to shake 'It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. L/n. Bruce has told me a great deal about you.' Shaking his strong hand, you think

What a great first impression. First, I thought he was Bruce and second I gave him an earful. What a great first impression.

'It is great to meet you, Dr. Wayne. I apologize for my actions beforehand, I thought you were Bruce and wel-'

'No worries about that. It is great to know that my son has someone who keeps him in check.' He spoke as you awkwardly laughed it off.

Bruce stood next to you, placing a hand on your waist 'Let's try this one more time. Father, this is Y/n, she is the love of my life, and the woman I wish to marry and spend the rest of my life.'

It's your time to be shocked yet again. You and Bruce never talked about it, only joking about being called Mrs.Wayne but he never communicated his desire to get married. Thomas glimpsed at the two of you, Bruce stood proudly with you while you tried your best to conceal your red cheeks and shocked eyes at his claims 'You better treat her right, son.' Thomas spoke

'He does, Dr. Wayne.'

You uttered, looking at the alternative universe father-in-law as Bruce examined your expression and in that moment, he felt himself fall in love yet again with you.

'How about we grab a bite? I am sure that Dr. Wayne would appreciate a good breakfast.'

Thomas nodded his head in agreement, beaming 'I'd love that, but y/n, no need for formalities. Call me Thomas. I haven't been a doctor in decades.'

'Sure. Thomas.'

Grabbing Bruce's hand you three exit the Batcave and head to the living room.

Strolling into the living room, you smelt Alfred's mouthwatering breakfast, scented the familiar maple syrup, and took notice of the sizzling bacon.

'I am bringing our guests.' You announced and Alfred cracked a smile as he watched you bring Bruce into the dining room where Damian was already seated. Alfred placed the lofty breakfast on the table. Pivoted to Bruce switching into scolding mode 'Now, young Master, I think we could have a great and lenghty chat about what goes in the Batcave.'

As Bruce stood behind you, Thomas' voice boomed into the ear of the butler 'I agree, Pennyworth. He surely needs that talk."

Alfred froze when he heard that voice. His eyes caught onto Thomas and he felt and thought that he was dead, joining the afterlife as there was no way that the deceased Thomas Wayne was standing before him.

'Master Wayne?' Alfred weaved quietly towards the man, and Thomas smiled 'Hello, old friend.'

He spoke, grabbing the longtime friend into a bone-crushing hug. Smiling at the interaction, Damian stood from his seat, walking towards his alternative universe grandfather 'So by my conclusion…you are my grandfather?'

Thomas stepped and crouched down to his eye level, smiling 'Yes, but I am. From another world.'

'I figured as much.'

Thomas looked at Damian and Bruce, his gaze shifting from one to another 'The resemblance is uncanny. He is your and y/n's copy.'

You felt yourself freeze as you interrupted him 'Thomas, he isn't mine. I--i mean he is my son but he didn't come from my stomach. Damian's mother is a leader of a group of assassins.'

Thomas stood up, watching his son 'You cheated, son?'

Bruce shook his head 'Father, no. Damian's mother and I met before me and y/n. Damian's mother was a --'

'She is a cold-hearted assassin who doesn't care about me or my well-being.' Damian cut in, saying what he considered his mother.

Thomas looks to the side, a bit shy about this situation, thanks Bruce.

Alfred coughs dryly, breaking the tension 'Let us all sit for a nice breakfast.'

Sitting next to Bruce you saw his smile, his true smile. The one reserved for you, comfort moments you both encountered and made, a smile that told you he felt at peace.

As everyone ate you desired to ask questions your father-in-law 'So Thomas, what do you think about Bruce being this world's Batman?'

Thomas looks at you a slight smile 'I always believed in the multiverse, and I alwats hoped that in one of them my son is alive and living his life. Being Batman, I suppose, is a part of the Wayne lineage, but what I mostly hold important in my heart is that my son is happy.' And he smiles bigger. 'And I can see that he truly is.’

Blushing at Thomas' words you looked at Bruce, your eyes twinkling with love while his blue irises showered you in silent praise 'I definitely am.'

Damian whispers to Thomas 'Thanks a lot. Now they will make-out in front of us.' Thomas laughs, whispering in the exact low tone 'That's good. It's better than to fight, besides, Martha adn I were the same. Always in love, never apart.'

Bruce turns to Damian saying slyly, 'You are aware that you are across the table, and not 40 meters away, Damian. We can still hear you.'

Damian rolls his eyes, playfully but nonetheless taking his grandfather's words to heart. It is definitely better for them to be in love and not fight. 'I have to feed Bat-Cow. Y/n, will you help me? I am too short to get the ball of hay.'

Smiling you stand up, leaving with Damian. Alfred, Thomas, and Bruce stayed at the table.

'Bat-Cow?' Thomas asked, perplexed, while his hands tingled

'No worries, Master Wayne. Thankfully, it is not a hybrid of a cow and bat; it is just a plain cow with an artistic name.' Alfred spoke

'Father, stay.' Bruce blurred out, declaring the thing he wished he would receive an optimistic answer to

'Bruce... I can't. If I stay long enough, my universe will disappear. Besides, if I did.... I don't want you to grieve all over again.'

'Believe me, Master Wayne...Master Bruce still grieves to this day.'

Thomas stands up from his seat, hugging his son 'I love you, Bruce. There is no need to grieve anymore. It won't change anything. You have no idea how much it brings me happiness to see you happy with Alfred, your son, and Y/n.’ Thomas didn't let Bruce stand up, not to see the small pixel-like specs encircling Thomas' legs. Alfred noticed the scene but stayed silent.

'When I see you looking at your son and Y/n I see myself and my life I had before that night. And it makes me so happy to see it. I know that it can be better. You make me proud every day, and will continue to do so."

The pixels reached Bruce's eyesight, standing up to look at hIs father, Bruce weakly said 'Stay...please.'

'It's not me to decide but I am happy I had a nice meal with your family.'

Kissing his forehead, Thomas dissipated back into his universe. Bruce looks at Alfred a small tears escaping his eye. The two men stand up, hugging each other, leaning on this moment. Bruce wanted to talk to his father more to make up for the lost and stolen time. It was time that he wanted nothing more than to be a son again. Alfred wanted to talk more to Thomas about Bruce. To tell him how he has matured, how he traveled the world and yet came back home, in Gotham, to make the city shine brighter than ever. To tell him how Bruce keeps an engagement ring for y/n ever since she moved into the manor but is not sure when to pop the question.

Both Bruce and Alfred wanted to tell him about their path of trying to grasp at straws to find justice in this forsaken town.

Pulling away from the hug Alfred spoke, 'As you can see, your father is proud at you. And I believe that goes for every Thomas Wayne in any alternative universe.'

Bruce looked at Alfred, nodding in confirmation 'I do believe that but I also am proud of the father that raised me as well. The one standing in front of me.'

Alfred's eyes twinkled in appreciation no words needed to be spoken at that response, there simply weren't those words that could how Alfred felt in this moment.

Steps echo closer and closer as you come back, with no sight of Thomas.

'Is he gone?' You ask, seeing Bruce walk to you, a smile on his face.

Bruce nods, hugging you, Feeling a bit sad at not being able to say goodbye to your father-in-law you ask Bruce 'How are you feeling?'

Pulling away Bruce chuckles 'Good. This moment made me realize some things. About my family.'

Bruce understood. The reason he went into that portal and brought his father here, it was a shifting moment for him, a moment to bring him in a more grateful state, he knew how lucky he was to have Alfred as his father figure, his son, and you, possibly his future fiancee.

That is until he pops the question.

Hope you enjoyed it!

[devilstruly]

things i think jason todd would say while watching the Pride & Prejudice movie for the first and last time

aka jason being the embodiment of 'books are better than the movies'

a/n - be advised i have not read the book, so i'm basing this off of personal opinions and what i know so far about jason's character. this is just for fun and people have different opinions!!

At least Wickham's face fits his personality.

Okay, I know she did not just check out his ass.

Darcy is reminding me too much of Bruce I don't think I can do this.

That was a terrible way to portray that scene what the fuck.

Why are there so many gays at this ball?

Oh, she should not be wearing that hat with that dress.

I'm slightly bothered by the fact that Charlotte and Collins look like siblings but are the only ones that aren't. Who approved this cast??

I always wished she'd slap him in this scene.

See now that's just creepy.

Only three pages? Really?

What are these metaphors, people please!

(sees the bust of Darcy and has a Bruce lecture flashback) Nope. I'm out.

Dude looks like he's about to cry.

Blue ain't your color. (referring to Wickham)

Ugh, not the hat again.

(at the end of the movie) Well. That sucked.

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Recs 71

Howdy, howdy everyone! I hope you all enjoy these fic recs :D

Stargazer by LemonadeGarden @lemonadegarden - Batfam, complete. Jason gets seriously injured and has to recuperate at the manor. While there, he makes a bucket list of all the things he wanted to do before he died the first time. Bruce finds it and a father-son bonding road trip ensues. I was also charmed by Damian, and his love of watching R rated movies :)

just a secret under lock and key until then by dio_icaurtica @dio-icarticaae - Superfam, complete. Superman gets hit by some silver kryptonite, acts a bit high, and spills some details of his secret identity. Nothing that lots of cuddling, snuggling, and purring with the whole Superfam can't take care of :)

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 @ktkat99 - Superbat, Batfam, Superfam, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic :) Some discussion about Damian's unconventional mer diet.

every cat has its day by pomeloquat @pomeloquat - Batfam, wip. An adorable fluffy fic about cat hybrid Bruce and all of his children :)

Star Tied by Imagine_sleeping - Superbat, wip. A Krypton lives AU where Kal-El is looking for his soulmate. His search leads him to Earth, specifically to Batman. Shenanigans ensue.

Fever Hot by TiniestGoblin @sing-a-sirensong - Superbat, complete. Bruce is sick and doesn't want to do bed rest. Clark comes up with a creative way to convince him.

I Need You Like The Moon Needs The Sun by TiniestGoblin - Superbat, complete. Takes place after Justice League movie. Bruce and Clark get to know each other and fall in love 💖

Mission: seducing Superman by Speechless_since_1998 @mylifeisfruk4ever - Superbat, wip. More of Battinson trying to seduce Superman (and succeeding!).

The Coming of the Season by SalParadiseLost @salparadiselost - Batfam, complete. Omegaverse and teenage parent Bruce! Bruce had his first child, Dick, young, and his next two children, Jason and Tim, in his twenties. Featuring, divorcees Bruce and Harvey, feral Alpha Tim, and omegaverse worldbuilding that I go feral over.

business time by pomeloquat - Superbat, complete. Clark uses terrible euphemisms for sex when talking (and fucking) Bruce. It's a problem. Oh god, I about died laughing while reading the office sex scene 😆

Happy reading!

[velvetvexations]

*hands you the microphone* Talk about tim (the robin)

Okay, well, first we have to establish that I got into comics from a very early age through my dad's comic books, all of them from the 90s. That gives me some very peculiar fixations, some of which suck because Danny Ketch and Kyle Rayner will never again be the Ghost Rider or Green Lantern that "matters". Really, Tim was overdue for that treatment.

(this is also why I'm the single biggest fan of the entire Death & Return of Superman arc that will ever live - the animated movie was nice, but what's the point if Luthor isn't pretending to be his good son while married to a protoplasmic blob in the shape of Supergirl?)

One in particular I that I loved was Robin II, one of three mini-series' that set the stage for his ongoing. Looking back on it, I can see how the "young gun has to take care of things while the big man is away" plot isn't terribly unique...

...but it did more than that. Because, see, Tim didn't just have a life outside of being Robin - he had a life outside of Bruce.

Look at him go, in his modest little house (you know, for the 90s) playing fucking D&D. And he's soliciting their input by disguising it in the language of the game! That's so fucking clever and awesome!

I talked about how I don't like when Dick is treated as less Bruce's son, right? Tim, unlike Damian, never competed with him for that spot because he wasn't Bruce's son AND DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT IDENTITY CRISIS THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

No, see, that's the genius of Tim Drake: Dick? He was a sidekick. He became Nightwing to grow up, to become his own man. Tim did what Dick couldn't, because Tim, even at a young age, was already his own man. Not only was his personal life not connected to Bruce, you have to remember, Tim deduced who Batman was all on his own!

And then, while Bruce recruited Dick and Jason, it was entirely Tim who pushed him to take him on!

To me, Tim is, if I'm honest, probably my favorite Robin because he was my Robin, just like Kyle Rayner and Danny Ketch were my Green Lantern and Ghost Rider. But within that context, I'm capable of recognizing something I think all fans of Tim Drake delight in pointing out.

Tim put the "& Robin" in Batman & Robin. Tim took the Robin identity and surpassed Dick-as-Robin by being, before long, Batman's equal.

And that, anon, is what Tim Drake means to me.

[hood-ex]

Day 3: Favorite Headcanon

Robin!Dick

Dick juggles anything he can get his hands on, including stuff like Bruce’s car keys, wallet, socks, etc. Bruce always eyes Dick warily when he’s juggling socks because sometimes Dick randomly throws the socks at Bruce’s head. “I’m just making sure your reflexes are up to snuff,” Dick says after he throws them and sees Bruce glaring at him.

When Dick is really young and attends galas with Bruce, Bruce stops schmoozing with people to help Dick make a plate of food. Dick holds on to his drink and tells Bruce what he wants as Bruce goes down the table to dole out food onto Dick’s plate. Bruce also sits with Dick while Dick is eating to make Dick feel more comfortable (plus he prefers Dick’s company to that of the other guests). If cake is involved, Bruce makes sure to load up on napkins so that he can wipe icing off Dick’s face. 

Nightwing!Dick

Dick refuses to be anywhere near cooked pork because the smell of it reminds him of his burnt flesh after Alexander scorched him.

He does not fuck with fire after everyone in his apartment complex burned to death/fire nearly killed him at the circus. He doesn't like being near it. Doesn't like the smell of it. Being around it always puts him in a terrible mood that lasts for days. He's more likely to ignore people and stew in guilt on those days. It's a bad time all around for him.

Every now and then Dick will ask Damian, "Kid, what did you do to your hair?" because sometimes Damian puts too much gel in his hair, and Dick always finds himself having to help him fix it.

Jason is the only one who can get away with calling Dick "Dickie." If anyone else calls him this, Dick will scrunch up his face and tersely remind them to just call him Dick.

Dick sings “Barbara Ann” by The Beach Boys just to piss Babs off.

Bruce buys Dick one of those huge Lovesacs for his birthday. When Donna drops by Dick’s apartment to visit him, she sees the Lovesac and immediately jumps on it. Dick joins her, naturally. They then video call Roy to show the Lovesac off, and before they know it, Roy has brought Lian over to Dick’s house for a movie night. After they take turns throwing Lian on the Lovesac, all four of them manage to climb on it together. This becomes their preferred way to watch movies together, especially since they usually always fall asleep on it.

If Dick ever hurts one of his legs (or if his leg that got shot ever starts acting up), he walks on his hands to get around, but only for short distances.

Dick doesn't keep the original copy of his Flying Graysons poster in his apartment since his personal belongings get destroyed so often. In general, he tries not to get too attached to material objects because he never gets to keep them. They always get blown up or thrown out by someone. Because of this, he prefers to receive experiences as birthday gifts instead of material objects.

[dyinggirldied]

An AU where Danny is Death/Grim Reaper who was angry that Jason Todd was resurrected.

Because unlike others who was dipped into Lazarus Water to revive themselves, Jason mysterious came back alive inside his coffin and broke out. He got thrown into the water only because Thalia believed it could help restoring his mind. And it did.

Still, while others (Damian, Bruce, etc.) were expected to be resurrected alive, Jason was not. Jason unintentionally became an unknown variable.

Others survived Death because Fates allowed them to. But not Jason. And they had no idea who done it or it was just because Jason had some special lineage in his blood or anything.

To Danny, that was unaceptable. So he stalked him, sometimes appearing in front of him as a 14 year old boy with dark hair and blue eyes (Danny's form probably before he took the Death title).

It will be funny/fucked up in a way that if occasionally Danny decides to use the dead form of Jason when he was beaten by the Joker, in bloody torn uniform to torment Jason and his family. Like a terrible vision of the darkest moments.

To him, he was teaching them to respect death, both the concept and himself. Since to him, they were getting pretty bold.

Im stuck on where to continue this. Could go in this direction: Danny scared Jason and the batfam and at first, none of them knew Danny was Death and thought he was a meta with a grudge. It took Constantine palling, scared look to realize something was wrong.

Jason if he figures out Danny's intention of reaping his soul ("correct the order again") will be full of despair and anger.

Batfam + JL may try to fight off Danny but he fought all of them easily, which added a sense of fear to them.

(Yeah i based these of Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. That movie still has me in its grasp)

EDIT: Don't forget we have this from circus gothia episode: