#batbike

[all-action-all-picture]

1979 ad for the Batmobile, Batbike Batcopter and Batboat from Corgi. Art by Frank Langford. The last panel seems to be based on the famous, much reused, Neil Adams drawn image from Batman No. 251.

[womeninfictionandirl]

Batgirl by Dima Ivanov

[crisisofinfinitemultiverses]

Batbikes print series by Rich Davies

Bottleneck Gallery

[missingnightwingsmullet]

batman and his batbike sick ass ride

[mutable-manifestation]

Ghost Chirps AU Part 3

Part 1 & 2

Around half past midnight, Jason is losing his patience.

They've been searching for hours and finding a whole lot of nothing, and statistics about the odds of finding kidnapping victims and the first 72 hours.

It's been almost 48 since he saw the kid and he's cursing himself for not doing more sooner.

Cameras are finding nothing, Signal is finding nothing, everyone is finding a whole lot of nothing.

And Jason...

Jason chirps.

He doesn't know if it'll help, but it's the only idea he's got. Even if it's a shallow chance. It's all he's got; he has to try.

And if Bruce decides that Jason being meta is the line? Then he'll cope.

He won't refuse to do something just because he's scared when his- when the kid's well being is on the line.

He won't be like Bruce, who'd let his killer walk free rather than do something about it because his feelings were somehow more important when Jason died.

He won't.

The first chirp yields nothing.

He does it again pushing to try and make it as loud as possible.

Again, nothing.

Again, he chirps, something in him certain that if he just keeps going it'll work. Somehow. But he's learned to trust his gut - or weird meta instincts?

And it works.

Because after the third chirp the kid chirps back.

Except.

The kid is not in Gotham.

He is very, very not in Gotham.

He chalks it up to his weird meta-bird instincts that he somehow just knows it came from somewhere hundreds of miles that-a-way.

Kidnapping is looking more likely given just how far the kid got, but now?

Now Jason has a way to find him.

He ignores Oracle asking about mask static in favor of hopping down from the balcony he'd paused on and heading back to the batbike - Bruce's paranoia meant it would have more than enough gas to take him as far as he needed to go and then some.

'And more than enough weapons to level a block, if needed,' he thinks viciously.

"Hood!" Oracle’s sharp voice shakes him from his thoughts.

"Found the kid," he shoots back, hoping to avoid the inevitable questioning.

Mixed exclamations of relief and confusion echoed over the radio.

"How!?" Nightwing cries. "I was literally right next to you! What did I miss!?"

"What are you, deaf?" he grumbles back irritably, uncomfortable. It'd be easier if they were, he thinks. Then he wouldn't have to explain.

"Does this have something to do with the static noise your helmet was producing previously? I had worried it was damaged," Oracle asks.

"Static?" Jason echoes, not slowing a bit - nearly to the bike.

"Oh yeah!" Nightwing says, as though she's making perfect sense.

'Ah,' he thinks, 'A shred of mercy in this vastly cruel existence.'

Aloud, he just says, "Yup. He's not in Gotham anymore, though, and I don't know how far he'll end up going or how long I'll be gone. Anyone who wants to come with can catch up, because I'm leaving now."

15 seconds later he's leaping onto the batbike and peeling out.

***

Jason doesn’t chirp again until he’s nearly to Illinois. 

He wants to. He wants to chirp nonstop the moment he hears that first reply, wants to spend the whole hours-long drive listening to nothing but a litany of chirps that reassure him that his kid is alive alive alive.

He won’t risk it. 

He doesn’t know where, exactly, the kid is. Doesn’t know if his family didn’t hear him because the chirps are only audible to him and the kid or if it was really due to a helmet malfunction covering for him. 

But there is a chance that whoever has the kid can hear his chirps, so Jason won’t risk having him respond more than he absolutely has to in order to find him.

The next time, the kid answers back to the very first chirp, and Jason knows he’s heading in the right direction.

He gets turned around just once, overshooting and heaving to loop back, but he curses himself for it anyway - wasting precious time when the kid is going through who knows what.

Then he’s entering Amity Park: a nice place to live.

A nice place to die, for whoever it was that took his kid.

Several chirps later he’s in front of a school - of all things.

He doesn’t waste time doubting himself - kidnapping victims could be stashed anywhere - he storms in, batbike left idling at the base of the front steps.

Three chirps later he’s slamming through a door into a classroom. Full of kids. Taking a totally normal class - aside, of course, from Jason’s interruption.

One last exchange of chirps later and he finally lays eyes on his little shadow - who has the audacity to also look surprised, as if he wasn’t the one to lead him here in the first place.

Jason takes a moment to feel relieved, adrenaline beginning to crash before it revs back up with his indignation.

What happened to ‘goodbye!’ Who in their right mind would disappear from Gotham and not think that those left behind would assume they were kidnapped!? It’s Gotham!

Oh. Oh the child was in Gotham alone.

The child was in Gotham for a vacation.

Oh the child’s parents didn’t even realize he was gone? He’s worried about them putting him in an iron maiden!?

Jason’s eyes may be green, but oh, how his vision is red.

He barely hears the school’s alarm going off when he finally drives off-grounds, laser focused on following the road to the dot that’s popped up on his helmet just a few streets off, sending a curt thank-you to Oracle for saving him the effort of finding the kid’s address himself - she’s done him the courtesy of leaving everyone muted from his end, but he has little doubt they’ve all been listening to him. He’s only surprised she’s willing to condone the murder.

But then, of course she didn’t, he thinks as he pulls into a decently shadowed alley full of bats and birds. He’s torn between being touched that all of them came and being annoyed that he isn’t already in the process of murdering the kid’s parents. 

“New Brother?” Orphan asks the moment the bike is off, head tilting in question from her dumpster-top perch.

A second, smaller sense of outrage bubbles up next to the first, and it is a testament to his impeccable self-control that his hand only twitches over his gun at the question.

Bruce - Batman - tries to say something, but before he can finish even just the first syllable Jason’s head is snapping around to glare hell at him, and a low, animalistic growl practically rips itself from his throat.

He can see the way everyone tenses - subtle to anyone else, but a glaring neon sign in Jason’s vision. 

He curses himself for it; he asked them to be here. He specifically requested their help, and they gave it. The more of them there are involved, the faster they can help the kid into a safer environment.

But Jason came here to help the kid, not to offer him up as the next sacrifice in Batman’s long line of child soldiers.

“You wanna help? Great. Rule One: YOU,” he points at the bat for emphasis, “can’t adopt him.”

He chokes on whatever he was intending to say next at Orphan’s delighted clap and exclamation of “nephew!”

He wants to correct her, but… he doesn’t. 

Crime Alley is no place to raise a kid; Jason knows that.

He knows it more than anyone, having spent his early years there and his most recent years trying to make it better. He knows that.

But h- the kid is a meta. 

Looking at the facts: the kid is meta.

The kid is meta whose first concern with rule breaking is punishment via torture device.

The kid’s parents are neglectful enough that he spent over a week in Gotham and they never even noticed.

The kid went to Gotham to escape his home.

Whether his parents know that he is a meta or not, it is clear to Jason that the kid needs to be Out Of That House. Yesterday.

But he also knows just how metas are treated - even the MPA can only do so much against the tides of hatred and fear. 

And he’s seen the maps - he knows this state is one of the worse ones for metas to live in, let alone a meta child at the mercy of a foster family that has even odds of neglecting him, being just as bad as his original family, or possibly actually caring about him.

Crime Alley is no place to raise a kid, and Red Hood is far from the right person for such a job.

But Crime Alley isn’t all that Gotham is, and perhaps Jason Todd could very easily decide to get an apartment in a nicer area.

He won’t lie to himself, he knows he isn’t parent material, but he’ll at least be a step up from what the kid is used to while he works to vet a real family to transfer him to. 

He’s halfway through his mental checklist of the options for the safest place for an apartment and other such logistics when he’s reminded of where he is by Oracle’s voice in his ear.

“Hate to interrupt the group brooding you guys have going on over there, but I managed to dig up… a lot of information about the boy and his family situation.”

He notes how the others all perk up from where they’d been…staring at him. 

Ah, that was why it was so quiet. They were staring in disbelief when he didn’t deny the nephew thing. Well. A conversation for another time.

“Lay it on me,” he says to Oracle, ignoring them.

“His name is Daniel James Fenton, goes by Danny, high grades throughout elementary and middle school until they took a steep drop at the beginning of highschool - likely related to whatever happened when his metagene activated. 

Has one sibling, a sister named Jasmine Fenton - no middle name. She goes by Jazz. High grades across the board with no notable dips. No indication of possible metagene in any of  her records or in Danny’s, beyond the grade drop and your own first-hand experience.

Parents Jack and Madeline “Maddie” Fenton. They have their own personal website where they describe themselves as “ectobiologists” and as ghost hunters. The pictures in their gallery show a vast array of weapons - dubbed “ectoweapons” - in the same chrome-green style with the name “Fenton” stamped somewhere on them. Some of the weapons are for sale on their site, advertised for defending oneself against ghosts. There are some pictures of what must be their lab, all of which look to include at least 12 different types of OSHA violation, and the image in their site’s “about” section has the whole family standing in the lab in front of what looks like a vertical Lazarus Pit.”

“What,” Batman says more than asks, voice tense.

“And judging by the staircase seen reflecting off of one of the guns in the picture, it seems that this lab is in their basement - I can’t see why it wouldn’t be, given they were fine with putting an enormous monstrosity of a satellite on top of their building.

There are plenty of cameras in the house itself, but for some reason all I can get from them is static. Any video or audio in the house that they don’t put on their site appears to be unusable for some reason. 

All told, there is plenty of cause to get CPS involved. If their lab safety is even half as bad as it looks and it’s in their basement it’s pretty much a sure thing that the kids’ll be taken from them. 

Given the small-towny nature of the area it’ll be best to contact someone from outside of the community for the case. It’ll move things along significantly if we have somewhere to send them.

They have an aunt, Alicia Walker, but she’s already marked down as a “no” for taking them in in the event something should happen to the Fentons. 

This leaves their godfather: Vlad Masters. An incredibly reclusive billionaire, pursued the same Paranormal Science degree as the Fentons did when they were in college, but suffered an accident that put him in the hospital for two years with an unknown illness that Masters was allowed to name “ecto-acne.” Lost all contact with the Fentons until he invited them to a reunion party last fall and was named godfather three weeks later.

Masters got his wealth through a series of suspicious business deals. No one has been able to prove foul play yet, but just glancing over some of the early papers is already showing plenty of inconsistencies.

No other relatives - the Walker parents passed away some time ago, and while one of the Fentons remains, she’s in a nursing home. And also disowned Jack. And went out of her way to disown both Jazz and Danny as soon as she heard about them.”

“Great. Make Jason Todd a long lost cousin, set CPS on them. Red Hood is here because Danny ran away to Gotham and stuck his nose in crime alley so I tracked him down because I thought he was kidnapped in my territory, the Bats chased down Red Hood thinking he was gonna hurt the boy, CPS is there because your research turned up the potential unsafe living conditions and you overheard that the kid was gone for a week without anyone noticing - which scream neglect. Now we’re cooperating because we’re all annoyed at the parents that let their kid wander all the way to Gotham and convinced him that a torture device was a possible grounding option.”

He turns to Batman. 

“You can claim to have done a DNA search to find the connection, and I’m sure you can find a reason to dismiss Masters as an option. Make sure to have them call Jason as soon as possible. Oracle-”

“Already routing incoming calls through Gotham. Also, both of Masters’ residences have inaccessible cameras similar to what I’m experiencing with the Fentons. He can be dismissed under suspicion of having an OSHA nightmare in his home. I’ll see if he has his own vertical Lazarus Pit while you all work on exfiltrating the niece and nephew.”Jason doesn’t dignify that with a response, hopping back on his bike to follow the new route - this time actually to the Fenton household.

[sitkainsnow]

Desperately need a fic from a police officer’s pov and they watch SuperBat interactions bc like all the cops either hate or love Bats, but are still kinda terrified of him, but ofc Supes is all sunshine and smiles and “He’s my best friend y’all!” And they KNOW bats probably totally has kryptonite and an attitude worse than the devil.

So they end up in a situation where they’re working together and Batman in taking with the police and Superman’s standing behind him waving and smiling at everyone while Batman is giving single-word or just huffs for answers. And then Superman freezes and cocks his head and to everyone’s surprise grabs Batman by the shoulder and whispers something in his ear and then what’s more surprising is Batman doesn’t even mind as he wraps his own arm around Supes and then they’re gone in a blur of blue and Black. All the cops are just left standing there like 🧍‍♂️shocked bc Bats didn’t mind Supes touching him.

Or another instance where it’s after this big battle in Gotham and it’s with whatever villain but Superman is there too and the villain had kryptonite. Anyways so after the battle Bats is talking to the police and handing over the villain and Superman comes over after talking to the civilians, picks Bats up by the scruff mid sentence politely nods to the officers he was talking too, and moves him a couple feet away and just starts yelling at Bats abt how stupid it is for him to run around jumping in the way of heavy blows EVEN if they have kryptonite and Bats just scoffs and turns his head away and all the police on the area watch as Superman and Batman argue about how stupid it is to risk your life to save the other (they both did it) completely oblivious to their audience and the police whose POV it’s in just thinks “god they sound like a married couple. Wouldn’t it be crazy if the two of the worlds greatest hero’s were actually a couple lmao. But that’s crazy they’re just really good friends”

Gordon watched all this trying not to blow his fuse bc yes, Batman does need to be yelled at, and yes, he does need to prioritize his safety more, but NO, you don’t need to be having your lovers quarrel in front of the whole damn GCPD.

Or in another instance Batman racks up a bunch of charges on him for whatever reason and the GCPD by luck manages to arrest him and so here comes Superman trying to bail his partner(in more ways than one) out of prison and the police are like “we’re really sorry Mr. Superman sir but we can’t legally do that” and Supes goes “what the hell did he even do” and so the officer goes “Property Damage, unlawful violence, arson, punched a cop in the face and broke his nose, caught carrying weed which is illegal in the state of New Jersey, multiple -and I mean multiple- unpaid speeding tickets. Oh, and the DMV wanted us to talk to him about his unregistered Batmobile and Batbike.”and Supes is about to cry as he quietly asks “Okay, so how much is bail” And the officer looks away and mumbled “sixteen grand” and Supes gasps and cries out “I don’t get paid enough for sixteen grand!!”

However thirty minutes later Supes is back at the GCPD station shakily counting out bills bc he can’t use a check or card (obvi) sweating heavily and looking extremely pained. The cops don’t even ask where he got all those bills so quickly and just watch him and another 30minutes later Bats is out and Supes is shaking him by his shoulder shouting “so who’s gonna lag me back!! Who’s gonna reimburse me for for 16k?? Whose gonna apologize for the heart palpitations you gave me?? Whose gonna apologize for all the gray hairs this is going to give me?? You’re giving me gray hairs all the time B!! I can’t do this!!” And Batman just sighs and pats Superman on the back as they walk out of the station and Superman is mumbling about bank credit and loans and how bad he looks with wrinkle lines and gray hair sounding like he’s about to cry.

Meanwhile the police try not to loose their minds throughout this whole interaction and Gordon’s just staring at the door blankly smoking a cigar and the police whose POV it’s in looks at the cigar a little bit closer and goes “That smells like weed” and Gordon looks at her and just says “I feel for Superman a bit more than I want to”

[aiphosss]

i NEED somebody to draw gun as batman

lookism food delivery trio™

highkey wack tho, dont order from them 😭

[raeuberprinzessin]

Dick, excitedly showing his newest little sister Marinette the Batcave: This is the Batcave! Overe there is the Batcomputer and here we sharpen our Batarangs. On this side are the Batbikes and if you follow this path you'll find the Batplane. And right here is the Batmobile! Isn't it amazing? We should totally take you on a joy ride with it, don't you agree? What do you say?

Marinette, slowly taking it all in: I feel like you were going for a theme with this ... Let me guess? Moody broody late-pubescent goth?

Alfred: Very well said, Miss Marinette.

Jason, peering at a stricken-looking Bruce: Well, I guess trying to show off how cool you are to your new daughter might not go as planned. Any contingencies, old man?

Tim: Going off of experience, it's having a moody brooding session in the dark cave. You know, like a late-pubescent goth.

Bruce, murmuring: I didn't even name most of these things, why am I getting attacked?

[dreameroffandomsblog]

Title: In the Shadows of Silence (Part 2)

---

You spent the rest of the day avoiding the others. It wasn’t hard—everyone was always so busy with their own missions, training, or research that your absence was hardly noticed. As the hours passed, the knot in your chest tightened, making it harder to breathe.

By the time dinner rolled around, you had hoped that maybe, just maybe, someone would call for you. But when you finally made your way down to the dining room, the table was already empty. The remains of a meal sat on the counter, likely left for you by Alfred.

They had eaten without you.

It stung, more than you cared to admit. The Batfamily was notorious for being independent, for disappearing for hours—or even days—on missions. But tonight felt different. You weren't just physically alone; you felt emotionally forgotten.

You sat at the counter, picking at the cold food on your plate, but the appetite just wasn’t there. The quiet of the manor was oppressive, and your thoughts spiraled deeper into the darkness.

Why were you even here? Bruce had taken you in with promises of purpose and belonging, but every passing day, it felt more like you were an afterthought. Just another member of the Batfamily, but one who wasn’t essential. Not like the others.

Finishing the food without tasting it, you pushed the plate away and stood up. Maybe you could just disappear for a while. See if anyone even noticed.

The thought clung to you like a shadow as you walked back to your room. There, sitting on your bed, you stared out the window, the skyline of Gotham looming in the distance. The city was alive with danger, chaos, and excitement—and you were stuck in the safety of Wayne Manor, benched like a side character in a story that wasn’t yours.

Enough was enough.

You changed into your suit, the one Bruce had reluctantly given you after months of training. It wasn’t as advanced as the others, but it would do. You pulled up the mask and headed towards the Batcave. If no one would take you seriously as part of the family, then you’d prove it yourself. You’d patrol Gotham tonight, with or without their permission.

When you reached the cave, it was eerily quiet. No signs of Bruce, Tim, or anyone else. Maybe they were out on another mission. All the more reason for you to do this alone.

You approached the Batbike—a smaller, sleeker model that had become yours by default—and swung your leg over it. The engine roared to life as you took off into the night, your heart pounding in your chest, a mix of fear and defiance fueling your actions.

The city passed in a blur, dark alleys and neon lights casting shadows across your vision. It was exhilarating, but also terrifying. This was your first solo patrol, and though you’d been trained, the reality of Gotham’s dangers was hitting you harder than you expected.

As you rode, you caught sight of something strange—movement in one of the warehouses by the docks. The logical part of your brain told you to report it, to let Bruce or Dick know. But the other part, the one desperate to prove yourself, pushed you forward.

Parking the bike in a shadowed corner, you approached the warehouse cautiously, your hand ready on the grapple. The air was cold, filled with the scent of the harbor, and you could hear muffled voices inside. Creeping closer, you spotted several armed men moving crates—smuggling operations, most likely.

You couldn’t take them all on, not alone. But maybe you could sabotage them, call for backup when things got too intense. Just as you were about to engage, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Jason.

You turned around, heart leaping into your throat. Jason stood there in his Red Hood gear, arms crossed, his gaze piercing through you. He didn’t seem angry—more… confused. Maybe even a little impressed.

“I…” you stammered, feeling the weight of your decision sink in. “I’m patrolling.”

“Patrolling?” He scoffed, stepping closer. “You’re out here alone, in one of the most dangerous parts of Gotham, without backup. This isn’t patrolling. It’s suicide.”

You clenched your fists, the familiar sting of being underestimated bubbling up inside you. “I can handle myself, Jason.”

He raised an eyebrow, not convinced. “Can you? Because last I checked, you haven’t exactly been out here like the rest of us. What were you going to do? Take all of them down by yourself?”

His words cut deeper than you expected. “I’m part of this family too, Jason. But no one seems to notice. I’m always left behind. So yeah, I decided to prove myself.”

Jason’s eyes softened slightly, his usual hard exterior cracking just a little. “So that’s what this is about.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I get it. I know what it’s like to feel invisible in this family. Trust me.”

You blinked, not expecting him to relate to how you felt. “Then why is it always like this? Why do I feel like I don’t matter?

Jason looked away for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. “Because Bruce… he’s not good at the whole family thing. He doesn’t mean to push you aside. None of us do. It’s just… this life, it consumes you. We get lost in it.”

You swallowed hard, not sure if his words made you feel better or worse. “So what am I supposed to do?”

Jason smirked, placing a hand on your shoulder. “First, don’t do something this reckless again. You want to be part of the team? Fine. But you do it the right way. Come on, let’s get out of here before these guys notice we’re standing around like idiots.”

You glanced back at the warehouse. “But the smuggling operation—”

“We’ll call it in. Gotham’s a team effort, remember?”

For the first time in a long while, you smiled. Maybe things weren’t perfect. Maybe you still felt neglected. But at least tonight, someone saw you.

---

To be continued...

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What did you think of this second part? Should I keep going in this direction or make any changes? Let me know!

[rhubarbes]

Batbike concept 

[dismies-art]

While I'm here, I've also got this version of an AU my friends (say hi to @revismyname) and I have been cooking for Batman!

This is Vienna Esperanza (She/They), our universe's Batman. Her backstory (abridged) is under the cut.

Robin + Joker posts OTW! We've been concepting Two-Face, Alfie, Man-Bat, etc but they're coming at whatever pace we make them LOL

* Keep in mind that this backstory is the first one I wrote for her. The key concepts have stayed the same, but a lot of the smaller stuff has changed as we've started to really make the verse more unique!

This version of Batwoman was not born rich. In fact, she was born in poverty to a loving yet troubled family---when she was eight years old, her parents were shot by a thug in an alleyway. Batsy was taken in by a family friend, Alfred, but eventually, between 13 and 15, disappeared for about 15 years to go do her Batman backstory stuff.

Given that she didn't have the resources to travel the world like Batman, this Batwoman actually hitchhiked across America and learned how to survive in the woods---like, proper survive, and got really smart about inventing and shit while she did it.

When she got back, she made the whole Batman getup; HER gadgets are a lot different than Batman's---for example, she doesn't use a batmobile, but a motorcycle (batbike, I guess?), has enhanced boots that let her climb on walls (particularly ceilings--she likes to drop down from above! Hi bat rave video), probably uses tranquilizer darts or something idk

Either way, she's like. Yassified Batman I Guess. Any characters that center around Bruce Wayne's backstory are tweaked to fit hers! For example, Robin is just some kid she picked up off the street who she let stay in her apartment who found out about the Batman gig and made her take a sidekick.

She's also in a goth band. A goth band named The Long Halloween. Start clapping!!!!

[chaoswarfare]

To Hands That Hold And Sometimes Let Go

The sky darkens as the smoke rises from the section of Gotham City that still burns from the latest rogue attack. Emergency sirens blare in the distance and people frantically make their way home in case the destruction starts heading in their direction.

Tim only takes a second to breathe in the sudden chaos across the city before he’s bounding down to Bruce’s study and pacing anxiously in the elevator on the way down. Tim startles when he realizes that Danny is already there just getting into his suit before yanking on his own Red Robin uniform.

“Stay here for this one, i heard on the comms that this is a planned attack by several rogues in an alliance. It’s too dangerous for you to be out and trying to help right now.” Tim throws over his shoulder as he strides over to one of the batbikes.

“And leave people out there to die? Are you insane?! You need all the help you can get.” Danny practically shouts at him.

“We don’t need you out there, you’ll only get in the way with your level of training.” Tim whips around to growl at him. There’s not enough time to argue right now with Gotham in flames and who-knows-who on the loose.

Nobody gets the chance to say another word before the bike starts, and in the next second he’s already barreling through the cave’s hidden entrance into the night to fight with the rest of the bats.

Alfred sighs as he watches him go, and Danny startles and turns around to look at him. The young masters all seem to have the same issues with communication as Bruce, and it always seems to cause problems for them. There doesn’t seem to be a day that goes by without one or another of them getting in a tiff.

Danny sniffles and drops into one of the chairs. He slides a hand down his face and it’s a minute before he says anything, but Alfred waited until he was ready to say what needed to be said.

“Why did they want to keep me if they aren’t going to let me help them. Obviously i’m not exactly useful for anything else, and there’s no reason to keep me here other than Vlad asking him to.” Danny mumbled dejectedly from his spot.

“Master Danny, you don’t need to be worried about whether you will get to stay in the manor if you’re not useful. It’s not required that you go out on their night jobs with them, and we would be perfectly happy even if you stayed in the manor most of the time.” Alfred soothed.

“But that’s not what i want. I want to be so useful they have to acknowledge me, can’t leave me behind. I wasn’t helping with their inventions so my parents left me behind to work on them, and i wasn’t helpful and dragged Jazz with me. If i’m not good then i’m bad, and then even he doesn’t want me and i end up alone again.” He sobs quietly.

“Master Danny…”

“Please just let me help. I need to.” Danny asks quietly.

Alfred sighs and sets down the medi-pack he was restocking. If he lets him go he could get hurt. Making him stay could hurt him more. The boy is rough around the edges and clearly doesn’t trust adults, barely trusting people his own age. In fact, the only one he seemed to open up to was Master Richard.

“Will you promise to at least attempt to stay safe? And if things get too out of hand, come back here immediately?” Alfred asks.

“Of course!” Danny says “As long as I can help!”

Alfred simply nods and watches Danny pull on his Ghost Bat uniform and hop on a batbike of his own, only pausing to wave at Alfred as he zips out of the cave.

Perhaps it’s time to do some digging.

He sighs as he settles down in front of the bat computer to wait for news about his grandchildren.

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[mushroomcrepe]

Unfortunaly this style salon won't work because i need the batbike to match the outfit

[therapy-ghost]

Yandere Cassandra Cain x Male!Reader who is aware that what Cass does is beyond normal but is like "eh whatever, I'm cool with it, plus I love her"

Warning; violence, kidnapping, yandere behavior, the use of [Name] and he/him pronouns

"Are you ok? Did they hurt you? Did they touch you?" She frantically asked [Name] who had been placed in acage after being captured by penguins goons.

"Yeah, im fine now that you're here" He sighed, hugging Cass as she clung on to him.

"Thats good; thats get you out of her-" Before cass could finish her sentence, a loud clang rang through the other wise empty room, penguins men standing at the door with crobars.

"What do you think you're doing?" Asked a taller one, titling her head as she stepped forward.

Cass stood up fully, protectively covering [Name] up so they will take full view on her; "Protecting the innocent".

Within a very short amount of time, all 5 of penguins goons had fallen; most beaten bloody while overs were holding hands with death.

the whole time, [Name] sat there, happy to see his girlfriend and not really minding the fact that she just permanently inhured people.

"come on" Cass grabbed his hand before rushing out of the building with him, placing him on the back of the batbike before taking off quickly.

"Im sorry you had to see all that" Cass said mid-turn, making [Name] looking at her.

"Oh dont worry about it; broken or covered in blood, i will always be with you... besides you were so cool" He simply said, hugging her waist.

[uwabbittuwabbit]

favorite race to rewatch? a race you always find yourself thinking about?

brno 2017 because it was funny that marc was being eaten uppp by the girls at the beginning but then pitted for a bike swap and then fucking ATE the rest of the field lmaoooo i have watched 2018 assen the most out of all of the races tho and as for races that r living in my brain 2024 cota was such a moment in time...the mack batbike was hilariousssss pedro acosta leading?? marc leading?? (even tho they both kinda flopped after...) mack being in championship contention at the time (it was a cute bedtime story we could tell ourselves that an aprilia would seriously be up there with the ducatis)

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you asked about batfam & motorcycles and hooo boy do i got thoughts!

a lot of people write batman especially as having a ducati. this drives me INSANE at every level. i do not think ducatis are particularly practical bikes for what batman needs. HOWEVER and more importantly, batman would never have a stock bat-bike. he would make his own shit! the whole batfamily -- i think -- would have insane custom bikes. bruce wayne might have a ducati because they're expensive status symbols, but beyond that it's custom all the way.

while this is not the greatest canon example it's worth noting the amazing bike in the matt reeves batman is a blend of a bunch of bikes, with large chunks of the design coming from ducati but the guts coming from yamaha and suzuki if memory serves. which makes more sense! they're more durable, less fiddly. easier to mod. etc. however the ducati aesthetics are more batman-esque.

i think tim and dick probably have something closer to yamaha or suzuki design-wise. they tend to be more paired down, more sleek, which fits the characters! however, again, i think both bikes are essentially custom, as would make the most sense for any bat.

you brought up jason in your tags & i think he's REALLY interesting. because no way is red hood riding a custom batbike. i personally headcanon him riding a harley -- something loud, flashy, a little obnoxious but frankly harleys are also what biker gangs ride & i think that would appeal to jason -- but i got no beef w your suzuki hc either (frankly idk enough about suzuki to say one way or another!). i think at this point it's worth it to note that dinah lance rides a harley canonically: some sort of vintage sportster it looks like. i see jason on something bigger w a lot more power.

but ANYWAY. the point is, nearly everyone writes the batfam riding ducatis which i think is a totally impractical choice. plus if you're batman, all your shit's gonna be totally custom anyway. if i did a lot more research into bikes, i could probably figure out how certain characters build different bikes & what the purpose might be for different builds etc but i like. cannot be bothered and am not rlly the person to ask about the nitty gritty. and tbh i am far more of a car person anyway -- a lot of this comes out of extensive discussion w various motorcyle people in my life, most of whom go 'batman would build his own bike duh' so. there is that

Thank you for the detailed answer, this is lovely. I know next to nothing about bikes except Harleys are the classic biker dude look. I think Red Hood would have a cool Harley, but I wanted to give Jason in his civilian identity something different. He seems like the kind of person who would want something easy to repair on his own, without a lot of the plastic paneling that sport bikes seem to have.