#barbara Gordon

[nyukaart]

My take on the batkids:333 this is just a ref sheet for me hehe

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce: Alright, we got the family holiday party coming up and we need to go over some ground rules to make sure we don't have a repeat of last year.

Stephanie: Is it gonna be in the back room of the Clock Tower again?

Bruce: No, it's not. Apparently, the city doesn't enjoy holes punched in the wall.

Jason: Hey, that punch was meant for Tim.

Tim: You're a mean drunk, Jason.

Bruce: Rule number one: adults get two drink tickets. When they're gone, that's it.

Jason: Uh...

Damian: No, Jason, you cannot use Cassandra's drink tickets.

Jason: Damn.

Bruce: And no bringing your own supply. I will be checking water bottles.

Dick: But do bring your gelt 'cause I'm bringing my dreidel again and it's on.

Duke: I'm not risking my chocolate again. No way.

Harper: Two drink max and kids' games? This should be fun.

Bruce: Rule number two: no coupling up and sneaking off.

Jason, glancing at Dick and Barbara: Uh-huh.

Barbara: Oh my gosh, guys, how many times are we gonna talk about this?

Bruce: Think of the shame and humiliation. Think of the awkwardness the next day when you run into the person you—

Barbara: We get it, jeez.

Bruce: Alright, rule number three: for the White Elephant, get creative. I don't know if you conspired last year but every gift was a weapon. You literally just exchanged weapons.

Cass: That really was epic.

Damian: Best White Elephant ever.

Duke: So where is the party gonna be this year?

Bruce: Right here in the Manor. That way we can get a deep clean in too.

Everyone: *starts complaining*

[hoppy8544]

Batfam! ~

Say “Batfam” !!! 📸

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[sockiepuppetry]

I know Santa is an actual character in the dc canon who trained Batman but c'mon you gotta admit he sounds like a rogue.

[itheunknown]

odi et amo - (01) all i had

negelected! meta! reader x platonic! batfam masterlist / prev / next

(TW) : emotional neglect, self-destructive behaviour, self-harm, suicide, depression, unhealthy coping mechanisms, underage smoking, underage drinking, alcohol abuse, depression, bpd, depictions of mental illness, violence, trauma, ...

the wind was howling.

your bag felt heavy on your shoulders as you brisked through the night, flickering street lights as your only source of light. your phone died a while back, but it's fine since you knew every nook and cranny of the route from your workplace back to your aunt's apartment. 

you've had a pretty shitty day so far: customers yelling in your face about things out of your control, your bicycle getting stolen (again) rendering you having to travel back on foot, and on top of that, you have exams coming up this week.

all you could let out was a tired sigh while trying to revise the material under your breath.

just as you're about to turn the knob of the apartment door, looking forward to finally getting some sleep before having to drag yourself to school that starts in a few hours, the door swings open violently and you stumble back, startled. the sight of your aunt gripping the door while holding a broken bottle greets you as she stands there with an unsettling and wild look in her eyes, her tone final.

“get in the car, now.”

sitting in gotham’s police department with the background noise feels distant, everything is incoherent, too much noise, too much light, just too much.

you feel hollow.

can’t wrap your head around the series of events that had just occurred, alternating between gnawing your lips and picking your fingers, the chatter zoned in and out as you just sat there, not knowing what was to come.

you don’t know how long you've sat there while the police were making phone calls and running through their data records of you after taking multiple different samples 2 days ago in order to decide where they should toss you to next. you’ve been placed under watch just so they could make sure there were no complications from the injuries you sustained, practically living in the station. it wasn’t that bad, the GCPD was well-insulated, safe, and you’re given food to eat for free (not that you can taste anything). it’s much better than being left to fend for yourself in the streets.

you know you should be planning on what to do next, but your brain feels like tv static, nothing making sense. you had worked so hard despite the circumstances you were in, tried to make the best out of the shitty cards dealt. you weren’t happy, but you were in control, you had a plan. work hard, save up, get a degree and move the fuck out of this godforsaken city. start over.

staring at the ground, a pair of shoes enters your vision.

“your labs came back, we got your DNA results.”

this was not what you had in mind.

you’ve never been in a car this luxurious before. the man who introduced himself as alfred, the wayne’s family butler, your father's butler, was seated in the front driving to your supposed new home. you stare outside, gaze unfocused, arms cradling your backpack close to your chest - your entire life in it: your school supplies and a few other personal items, while the rest remains at your aunt’s apartment - that is currently taped off by police and under investigation. eyes trained on the passing view outside, you feel bad for alfred who’s tried to strike up conversation to get to know you, but you couldn't find it in yourself to elaborate on your short responses. you hope he doesn’t take it too personally.

before you knew it, the car rolled to a stop outside the wayne manor. grabbing your bag, you trail behind the butler, the feeling of dread suddenly consumes your entire being.

“i do apologize for the absence of master bruce, young miss. i’m certain if he weren’t caught up with this current case, you would've received a personal welcome from your father himself", he gave you an apologetic smile.

you nodded in response, not really processing his words despite the tiny feeling of disappointment felt as you step foot into the grand yet empty manor. your presence a stark contrast to the fancy room you've entered.

however, you do look forward to seeing your new family: your father and siblings that alfred mentioned in brief, insisting for you to get to know them yourself while singing them high praises.

maybe this was the start over you needed. maybe you'll finally know what it's like to be loved.

you should've known then.

expectations only lead to disappointment.

you're tired, so very tired.

you're done.

nothing feels worth it anymore.

you don't have it in you to continue.

feet dangling off the crumbling abandoned building, you feel oddly at peace. everything is quiet. everything feels right, no responsibilities, no burdens, no more. you've decided.

for once in your life, you feel assured, this is the most optimal solution.

for once in your life, you're looking forward to something.

death must be so peaceful, lay buried within the earth, surrounded by silence. no yesterday, no today, no tomorrow. forget time, forgive life.

you'd be no more.

the wind is howling.

you stand up, staring down the steep drop. standing tall, unafraid, certain.

everything was quiet.

you're ready.

you shuffle closer to the edge, one foot hovering off as you will your other foot to do the same, fighting against your body's survival instinct. you're finally doing something for yourself.

"that's a big drop."

you stumble forward in surprise, nearly falling off until a hand grabs the back of your shirt, pulling you back further from the edge. you're stunned speechless, turning to see the source of the whistling voice.

"that's pretty ballsy of you, kid, i gotta admit."

this is embarrassing.

still unable to form any response, you let out a strangled noise in return as he let go of your shirt.

why the hell is one of gotham’s vigilante here.

an uncomfortable silence ensues, you don't know what to say, occasionally glancing up at the masked vigilante while you shifted your weight from one foot to another, feeling awkward.

just as you're about to try and weasel your way out of the situation, he beats you to it.

"nice spot! how'd you even get in?"

he asks casually while stretching and looking around. you don't know what to say.

"it's a still a weekday tomorrow , don't you have school? your parents must be worried you're out here."

your aunt is still waiting for you to return with your half of the pay for the rent. you have an assignment due tomorrow that's worth 10% of your final grade. there's nothing to look forward to.

"...i guess?"

now, you're uncertain, not knowing whether he genuinely didn't understand the implications of your actions or trying to lighten the severity of the situation.

he's uncertain.

he doesn't know how to approach this. he's never had to deal with this before.

you can tell by the strained smile and tensed posture that he also doesn't know what to do. somehow, you appreciate it. the situation is somewhat amusing now that you think about it. one of gotham's most dedicated vigilante standing in an abandoned building trying his best to stop a nobody from ending their insignificant life.

you almost let out a chuckle.

the vigilante bends down to pick up your discarded bag that was tossed to the side, handing it to you. you mumble your thanks, grabbing it and swinging it over your shoulders.

hesitantly, he places his hand on your much smaller frame. his voice warm and soft.

"go home. i'm sure someone is waiting for you."

you've waited for a year.

surrounded by the four walls of your assigned bedroom in the more cold, desolated part in the manor. you didn’t really mind, this arrangement was a blessing in disguise as it turned out, or maybe this arrangement was what turned you into the person you’ve become.

you don’t think you’re a great person, but you weren’t bad either, so you don’t understand why no one in the wayne manor would give you their time of day. sure, you were never reduced to begging for life necessities and having to bust your ass off at some sketchy restaurant working under legal age, while also balancing school work - this was objectively a far better environment for a person to live in compared to when you lived with your aunt. 

but was it wrong to want to be noticed by your own family? against your better judgement, you dared to hope.

you hoped to feel the warmth and care of what being tied by blood could grant. you hoped for an embrace, you hoped for company, you hoped for compassion, you hoped for connection. you hope and hope and hope, all you did was hope, until your memory was mostly filled with what you hoped, until you finally understood you were with them yet you were alone.

you had no place in their life.

just like the day you first arrived, bruce wayne, your father, was always busy. a persona to upkeep in the public eye, an enterprise to maintain, and his children to look after, to be a worthy role model.

but not you, never you.

despite alfred’s effort in trying to arrange for you two to get to know each other in the first week, there was never time. you were trying to wrap your head around the drastic changes that happened, from the procedures of transferring  schools, collecting what little belongings you had from the police station after the investigation, and quitting your job. meanwhile, bruce was still busy chasing leads to his case, determined that he was close to solving whatever it was. it took another week for you to stand in front of bruce’s door, wanting to formally introduce yourself and express your gratitude for taking you in, even if he was legally obligated to. when you finally saw him, you dared to hope. standing in front of you was your father, someone who shared your features. you see him, you see yourself. 

you could never forget the look in his eyes.

it was clear he had no idea who your mother was, but it was fine, you didn’t know her either. your desire to get to know him was not returned. was this what having a father is meant to be like? he couldn’t care less about you. all he did was run you through the ground rules of the house, who to go to if you were to request something, to inform him if you needed anything.

you needed him to look at you.

tim drake was the next person you encountered, your slightly older brother. you hoped that with the proximity in age, it would be easier to connect to him. however, it always seemed like he was preoccupied with something more important, he could not even be bothered to pretend to show interest when you had introduced yourself. you felt small, both in the figurative and literal sense. he was undoubtedly intelligent and talented. you’ve seen the way bruce look at him, actually hold a conversation with him. he was deserving, nothing you could measure to. bruce actually looked at him.

why does nobody look at you?

then you ran into jason todd. to your knowledge, he does not primarily reside within the manor anymore, which would explain why you haven’t really seen him around at all. it doesn’t explain why your first encounter with him was assuming a burglar had snuck in through the window at 3 in the morning. you had nearly dropped your cup of coffee, hearing a brief commentary on how there was another caffeine addict in the house before leaving the kitchen with you still holding your breath in shock. you can’t form a solid opinion on him since you barely see him.

in stark contrast, you had met richard grayson, or dick. the ever sweetest and most amazing older brother that any younger sibling would dream to have. you do too, seeing how much of a brother he was to the other members of the house, but not to you.

never to you.

you’d like to blame him for blindly hoping for things to be different, with his empty promises when he accidentally runs into you while on his search for someone else, and small talk when he’s waiting for something. you catch your father’s appreciative glances towards him sometimes, when dick helps out with managing your siblings.

especially damian al ghul, your half-brother. you were excited to have a younger blood sibling, not that the others were any less important to you, but merely for the delusion that blood could bring you together.

blood meant nothing.

damian was introduced after you were brought in, and his last name was promptly changed into wayne. your encounter was different from the others, him being the only one that sought you out first. again, you had hoped. trying to hide your excitement, you had mistakenly thought he was different from the others, your flesh and blood. 

it’s all the same.

damian had berated your existence, bringing up how you were so unworthy of being a wayne you had yet to receive your father’s last name. you stood there listening to everything he had to say. your flesh and blood.

you admired his strong personality and ability to assert what he wanted. you were complete opposites. it’s no surprise that that’s why he was worthy of the last name.he ended up being the one who had interacted with you the most, even if it was mostly him bullying you. secretly, you held him dear, seeing resemblance between damian and your aunt. he was your flesh and blood.

cassandra cain was yet another sibling you falsely assumed having something in common would bring you two closer. but at this point, you no longer had it in you to put effort in forming a connection with anyone else, worn down by the countless times you’ve been casted aside. 

you remain in the shadows, watching them carry on their daily lives, watched the life you had desperately wanted to be part of but found it impossible. you don’t belong with them, you don’t belong anywhere.

their silence made you feel forgettable.

do you even exist if no one remembers you?

the wind is howling.

and so are the voices.

i don't think im a good story teller since i mostly wrote analytical essays ^^' hopefully it makes sense like who let them (me) cook?? likes and reblogs are appreciated!!

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[iloveteawithmilk]

i have a problem called falling in love with red headed girls

Girl time

[nyukaart]

hii,, more teen dad bruce and dick pls,,, maybe b adopting baby tim?

Then Tim and Jason's parents died mysteriously from a car crash or something and he adopts them

Take this as a Christmas special or something idk I don't celebrate 😭🙏

[incorrectbatfam]

Dick, singing to Barbara: Last time loop, I gave you my heart.

Dick: The very next day, I gave you my heart.

[clownzaf]

The day the joker die the Batfam is going to be singing “no one mourns the wicked” at the top of their lungs on every roof

[strawbearri-frog]

O oracle

[secretsandwriting]

Christmas

Angel tree shopping with Bruce Wayne (hijacked by the kids)

Angel tree shopping is one of my favorite things to do over around christmas! Thus i imagined what i would do if i were a billionaire and this was born

[laufire]

[Caption: screenshot from Batman: Urban Legends issue 10. It shows various characters in tacky Christmas sweaters, grinning and posing for a photograph in front of the tree. The image features Bruce, in regular clothes with a pink sweater partially covered by Barbara standing in front of him; Alfred, also in the back, partially covered, in red; Barbara with a red sweater with ribbons and a snowman over her Batgirl suit; Dick with a similar sweater, but with a Christmas tree, over his Nightwing suit, with an arm around Jason's shoulder; and Jason, with his arms crossed, smiling at the camera, with reindeer horns on his head, and wearing a green sweater with red ribbons and Rudolf at the front over his Robin suit.]

A much smaller Bat Family enjoys the holidays together. Beautiful art by Christian Duce and Sarah Stern.

[jambrothebest]

I love how allergic Cass is to having a secret identity in batgirl 2000 Like she constantly goes out and gets into fights doing shit no normal human can do without a mask, to the point the literal government takes note of it and has a whole ass video of her and did a DNA test. Then Babs has to tell her that's a bad thing and make a chore out of going to make sure her identity isn't government knowledge. And shes had to be told like 5 times to not go taking her mask off while shes in plain sight (she continues to do it even after that) She genuinely does not give 2 shits about it and I find it hilarious.

[jasontoddspussy]

bats and birds redraw ::p

V individuals V

Dick

Pansexual/romantic

Romani

30 Y/O

Headcanon him with hypermobiloty and chronic pain. He has schizophrenia.

5'8, athletic build

Jason

Allosexual, Transgender

American/Mexican

23 Y/O, 6'4, the tallest of them all

Has OCD and PTSD. Strong build (I use like. Disc throwers as references with him. He’s very strong and has a healthy layer of fat.)

Tim

Bisexual/Romantic. He doesn’t care what pronouns you use for him, and sometimes dresses very feminine. Stephanie and him like to borrow each others clothes and dress up.

Neurodivergent (AuAutistic)

Uses blue-filther glasses.

American/Danish

21 Y/O, 5'7. Average build.

Stephanie

Bisexual/Romantic

American

21 Y/O, 5'8. Older than Tim.

Strong arms, Average build.

Is in a relationship with Cassandra☆

Damian

Egyptian-Arabic, Chinese and American

He and Jason's eyes look like Talia's. They're often mistaken as blood - And Damian believes they are.

I usually headcanon him to be around 11-12, but the drawing of him makes him look like 16... woops.

Neurodivergent (autistic).

5'4 at 13. He's 6'0 as an adult. Looks more like Talia than Bruce.

Cassandra

Asexual, Demiromantic

23, Older than Jason by a few months

Takes good care of scarring and wounds so her cover doesn't get blown/ has access to rich people money for more cover ups.

Uses a mix of signlanguage from across the world, and her own, and sometimes ACC.

She's chinese and German.

5'5. In a relationship with Steph::]

Lean, muscled build.

Barbara

31 Y/O. The oldest out of all of them. American whoop whoop

I don't have a specific headcanon about her sexuality or romantic attraction, I do feel like she doesn't care for labels and would be open for anybody.

Wheelchair user. She has custom wheel-add ons in different colors that she changes out now and again.

She's a very smart cookie.

Autistic, PTSD

Duke

American/Mexican

Doesn't care for labels, he has better things to think about. Like what's for dinner.

Gave him a mohawk because I think he deserves one.

Yellow pupils that shine~☆☆☆☆

5'8 and 16. He is also a smart cookie.

[brucewaynehater101]

"I'll be home for Christmas," Dick softly sings. The com picks up his words and the faint sounds of the ongoing battle. His breathing is labored and his voice is strained.

"You can plan on me." Tim, with a faint desparate humor, joins in with the next verse. Metal clanging and the whoosh of batarangs are background noise to his performance.

"Please have snow and mistletoe," Steph sings in with a breathless laugh. There's pained groans from her enemies that are quickly silenced.

"And presents on the tree." Bruce's voice is melodic, but his tone is impassive. The sound of flesh hitting flesh is his chorus.

"Christmas Eve will find me," Barbara adds, her vocalization stressed and worried. Her keyboard is frantically and loudly clacking.

"Where the love light gleams." Everyone can hear Duke's grin at the reference to his power. There's also a sudden increase of his opponents cursing.

"I'll be home for Christmas," Damian is confident in his utterance, even though it's threaded with exhaustion. Unexpectedly, swords are clashing.

"If only in my dreams," Jason's singing is barely audible through his ragged breathing and muffled cries of pain. There's a few gunshots following his words.

[rosiethelast]

i would just like to add notice how Jason and Steph have no mask because to batman that them ,that's it. not his "failed robins"just Jason Todd and Stephanie brown

Just show how little he knows them he doesn't respect Jasons or Stephs identities as much as the others. like man could lokey just give less of a fuck ,and i mean yea sure he cared about them because they died but still why is it the two who died first

and if you think about it batman didnt try as much to bring steph or jason back.But he went to such LENGTHS to bring damian back like???? Bitch didnt even try to bring steph back,makes her feel totally forgoten unless shes with one of the other batgirls ,and is just overall uninvolved in what ever shes doing.

Look jasons not nice either but sliting his throat, attempting to fuck up his life with mind control, sort of encouraging to die for the mission . I get it Bruce cares about the mission .But he draged him back to the place he died to see if he could revive damain , and then beats the shit out of him when Artemis and Bizzaro are lost in a diffrent reality/die.

Batman doesn't know who spoiler or redhood are and he could care less so long as they dont kill with a bat on their chest or hurt another one of his inner colony(group of bats)

Dark Crisis on Infinite Earths #5