#batbrains

[maxcatz]

guys the ship for leon x ethan (those silly guys from the haunted house) is batbrains bc my husband said so

[goldfish-inhaler]

Woe, Jervis be upon ye!

[sonichedgeblog]

Photos of the Batbrain 'Sonic & Knuckles' 1.5" figure, released by Tomy in 1994. Photos by retro_mushroom. It was released in a package with 3 other figures. Support us on Patreon

[tinyevelyn]

hehehehehe some andrea x steve

ALSO figured out a shipname for them!!!

💖🏏BatBrains🧠💖

bat for steve bc him and his iconic bat

and brains for andrea bc she's smart and uhhh i couldn't come up with anything else soooo yeaa

[rontra]

(batwoman voice) whatever lane is paying you, it's too much

same au as this and this. sorry sorry trying to delete it

i'm denying her the WW privileges she got in manhunter 2004. this is her training arc now .

[to-the-batcomputer]

y did carly rae jepsen write an album about a pseudoincestuous relationship between fictional characters bruce wayne and dick grayson ?

[diary-of-dr-eggman]

AI Prompt: Write an entry in Dr. Eggman’s diary about Swap Monitors.

Dear diary,

I was doing some routine maintenance on my Eggmobile when I came across something truly perplexing: Swap Monitors. These things are supposed to switch the abilities of Sonic and his friends when they hit them, but I can't for the life of me figure out how they work. I mean, it's just a monitor, right? What could possibly make it swap abilities like that?

I had Orbot and Cubot run some tests on the monitors, but they couldn't find anything unusual about them. It's like they just...work. It's enough to make my head spin.

But then I had an idea. What if I could make my own Swap Monitors? I could use them to swap the abilities of my own badniks and make them even more formidable! Imagine, a Buzz Bomber with the agility of a Moto Bug, or a Crabmeat with the firepower of a Batbrain. The possibilities are endless!

Of course, I'll need to figure out how to make them first. But with my scientific prowess, I'm sure I can crack the code. And once I do, Sonic and his pals won't know what hit them.

I can't wait to see the look on Sonic's face when he realizes his precious monitors are now working for me. It'll be priceless!

Until next time,

Dr. Eggman

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

okay so. the briefest context I can offer you guys is that Batman's consciousness got bonked out of his body because he got electrocuted (don't worry about it) and smart money says the Batbrain is currently in this firefighter.

got it? okay. now appreciate how full homo Eddie has decided to be about it.

this is insane. anyway it immediately backfires because he a fucking moron. congrats dumbass, you got Batman in you and it SUCKS.

yet again from Legends of the Dark Knight #110 (1998)

[hood-ex]

So you know how Dick was super keen on getting out of Bruce's shadow and not being seen as Batman's junior partner? I feel like he'd get irrationally angry over people constantly comparing Robert Irwin to Steve Irwin. Like him going on a tirade about how Robert is his own person who has his own achievements. And everyone's like girl what are you talking about 😭??

Dick: I'm just saying. Maybe he wants to be more than "Steve Irwin's son."

Roy: Or, and hear me out, maybe you're just projecting. Did that thought ever run through the cogs in your batbrain, Batboy?

[s1lly-gh02tz]

Spooky month ships have some of the best ship names istg(note: I don’t ship all of these😺👍)

Kevin x Streber=candybats🤯

Radford x Rick=bitterpopcorn😳

Leon x Ethan=batbrains (I came up with this😺)

Bob x dexter= ratmeat🤠

Streber x radford= thriller😺

Kevin x Frank= jawbreaker👹

Jack x john Smokey donuts😨

I’ll see myself out 😺

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The One Where Steph Bites the Red Hood

by PrincessofDragonflies "She stepped close, grabbing his arm. And then she fucking bit his arm through his jacket and all his armor.  It didn’t hurt much. But darn. She was gonna leave a bruise. Before he could react in any way other than shock, she once again danced (because she seemed like she was doing one of those dumbass TikTok dances) away looking way too smug for a girl who was using ass kicks and biting while being literally the Batman’s partner." What if Steph was the Robin at Titans Tower? (I know it's been done, but my take). What if Bruce was a moron who forgot he hadn't trained her and explained her equipment? What if everything was just slightly nicer? Words: 5496, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Batgirls (DC Comics 2021), Robin (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd, Superboy (DCU), Conner Kent, Kon-El, it's weird to tag him that way but it's not popping up right, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Jason Todd's Attack on Titans Tower, Jason Todd's Attack on Titans Tower, Stephanie Brown is Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Kon-El | Conner Kent is Superboy, BAMF Stephanie Brown, Stephanie Brown Needs a Hug, Stephanie Brown Deserves Better, Attempt at Humor, Some Humor, Pre-Friendship, why isnt that a tag?, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Mentioned Talia al Ghul, Talia al Ghul Tries, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, listen everyone in this is just angsting, but steph is in such denial about angsting she's circled around to utter and pure confidence, POV Third Person, POV Jason Todd, POV Stephanie Brown, Bruce forgets he hasn't been great to Steph and thinks he's trained her more, Steph has no idea what's going on in the Batbrain but who does, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Minor Violence, Comic Book Violence, Biting, Ass-Kicking, LITERALLY, cursing via https://ift.tt/7IKLxWk

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Halloween Special

Ship: Vampire!Bruce Wayne x Hannibal Flood

Word Count: 1313

Summary: One autumn evening, Bruce returns to the Batcave behaving... strangely. Hannibal is there to offer moral support, but he may get more than he bargained for. CWs for wound and blood mentions, Bruce drinking Hannibal's blood.

Tag List: @knightfallships @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

On a foggy autumn night in Gotham, Hannibal decided to pay Bruce a visit. Joker had plans to perfect and had no trouble with his husband coming and going as he pleased, only asking that he stay safe and to call him for any reason at all. When he showed up on the Wayne Manor steps, he could see the Batsignal in the distance and sighed, holding his coat tighter as he waited for Alfred to open the door.

“Mr. Flood,” the butler greeted with a respectful inclination of the head, bathing Hannibal in yellow light when he opened the door. “I’m afraid Master Wayne is… out.” They shared a knowing look.

“Could I wait for him here?”

“Of course.”

Hannibal stepped inside as Alfred closed the door behind him. He wasted no time venturing down to the Batcave, settling into the chair in front of the many large monitors of the Batcomputer, and opening his bag. He had brought a few things to entertain himself in the very likely possibility that he’d be waiting on his close friend; magazines, the latest Script of Damocles prints, and of course his phone and headphones. He lounged in Bruce’s chair, pouring over the black text smearing white pages. Some contained Hannibal’s own stories, but he was mostly interested in what else was being published in the underground newspaper.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed until the familiar sound of the Batmobile pulling into the cave jolted him from his thoughts. He removed his headphones, having been tuned into the GCPD radio network, and turned the chair toward the vehicle, patiently waiting for Bruce to exit and notice him. When the doors opened with a faint hiss and the caped crusader ducked out of the vehicle, Hannibal was immediately aware of something being… wrong, even from this distance.

“Hey, Batbrain,” they called playfully, ignoring the concerned twinge in their chest. “Kept a boy waiting long enough. Who was it this time? Scarecrow? Two-Face? Y’know, Harvey’s name showed up in yesterday’s Damocles, can you believe it?”

Bruce’s head turned toward them a bit too sharply and they frowned as he slowly approached, a hand cradling his brow. Hannibal stood. “What happened? Do you need a medkit?”

When he came close enough, Hannibal saw the fresh blood dripping from puncture wounds in the neck of Bruce’s cowl and his heart rate spiked in alarm.

“My head…” Bruce grumbled, but Hannibal hushed him, guiding him into the chair.

“Don’t say anything, you’re bleeding like a leaky faucet… what the Hell…” Without overthinking what he was doing, Hannibal began to remove the cowl as gingerly as possible, wide eyes glued to the gushing wound. “Don’t move.” With that, he rushed off to find medical supplies, returning to find Bruce attempting to take off his cape by himself.

They set down the medkit and forced Bruce back into the chair. “What did I just say?? Bruce, can you hear me?? You’re freaking me out.”

His dark eyes seemed to pierce right through them. They didn’t look like his eyes at all. Returning their attention to the medkit and Bruce’s wound, Hannibal began mopping up the blood with a handful of tissues, examining the marks on his neck. These almost look like… bitemarks??

“I’m going to treat this with antiseptic. It’s going to burn, but I know you already know that… fuck, speaking of burning…” It was almost painful to keep in contact with Bruce’s skin. It was as if a fever had spontaneously taken hold of his body as Hannibal finished cleaning the wound and began wrapping his neck in gauze. “Bruce, please, you’ve gotta tell me what’s going on with you so I can help you.”

“Hurts,” he rasped, glaring into Hannibal’s face. They swore they saw a flash of crimson fire in the rain-soaked woods that were Bruce’s eyes.

“Where? Besides the wound.”

His hands shook as he clutched his head and indicated to his jaw. Hannibal found a mostly empty bottle of Aspirin inside the medkit and began to open it. They opened their mouth to ask about water, but Bruce had taken the bottle from him, tapped out the medicine, and swallowed it in the blink of an eye. Hannibal stared at him, unsure of what to do next.

“Let’s get you out of this heavy suit and put you to bed… I’ll let Alfred know something happened.” Worriedly, he swiped limp, black hair away from Bruce’s forehead. The vigilante’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he closed his eyes and leaned into its touch.

Between Hannibal and Alfred, it wasn’t exactly easy moving Bruce from the Batcave up to his bedroom.

“He comes back before sunrise for once and it’s because he’s been injured,” Alfred tutted. “Do you want to stay when he’s in this state?”

Hannibal nodded determinedly. “I want to know what happened. If not for his sake, then for my writing.” Though it sounded cruel, Alfred knew it was barely truthful, if at all.

“Very well.” The butler paused. “You’re an odd one. I want to say you’re good to him, but sometimes… ah, but perhaps it’s not my place to say at all. I believe he keeps a set of nightclothes for you in the bottom right drawer if you wish to change into something more comfortable. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Some hot chocolate might be nice. No whipped cream. Thanks, Alfred.”

He nodded and exited the room, leaving Hannibal in silence and the glow of Bruce’s bedside lamp. They entered his walk-in closet and opened the indicated drawer, drawing out a black sheer nightgown. It changed within the closet, folding its clothes and setting them on the plush bench at the end of the bed for easy access, before finally sitting on a loveseat in a corner of the room beside a large window with its curtains closed. They couldn’t bear the thought of distracting themself, far too anxious about Bruce’s symptoms and behaviour. Something unusual had happened on Gotham’s streets that night, and not the usual kind of unusual that lurked in the city’s shadows.

An hour passed after Alfred brought Hannibal his cocoa, and Bruce was suddenly wide awake. Meanwhile, Hannibal had dozed off, and only came to again when he heard a door open and close. After his eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room and he remembered where he was and why, he concluded that Bruce had slipped into the master bathroom. Hannibal sat up, rubbing his eyes and feeling around for his glasses. Once he had put them back on, the bathroom door was opening, briefly blinding him with the sudden appearance of white light.

“Hannibal,” Bruce spoke, his voice cutting through the warmth in the air.

“Mmh? How’re you feeling?” Hannibal hummed in response, squinting through the dark at his faint outline.

“Starving.”

Hannibal’s brow creased. “Did you forget to eat dinner before you went out on patrol?”

Bruce stalked forward. “I’m not hungry for food. The idea of something solid makes me sick.”

“So… you’re thirsty??”

Suddenly, Bruce was sidled up beside them, his muscular form pressed up against their softer one, his nose nudging their neck and under their jaw. Colour burst forth on Hannibal’s skin.

“Woah-- Bruce, I think you ought to--” They broke off into an unexpected moan as his mouth latched onto their neck, teeth grazing their pale and vulnerable skin. What was for a moment pleasurable turned painful as sharp fangs sunk into their flesh. They yelped at the sensation, eyes darting around the darkness fearfully as a large hand slipped over their mouth. If the near-obscene-sucking noises did not give it away, everything else surely did. This was not Bruce. At least, not the Bruce Hannibal knew. This was a far more aptly titled creature of the night.

[tinyevelyn]

did another one of those thingies >:3

[stupidwittlebaby]

PokeFarm Q

☆ 4/5

Horrifically addictive. A ton of different things to work on besides just filling up your pokedex. This game has stolen my soul for a month straight.

The only reason I give this 4 stars instead of 5 is that it is a clicker game, and that can get a bit tedious. However, some progress is quick, some is slower, so all that clicking gets broken up with other things. On top of that, the devs are already working on implementing some updates to smooth out and extend the progression of the game.

I love it! I'm currently preparing for my first albino pokemon hunt, while I slowly accumulate accessories to use in the contests!

My username: batbrain Don't be shy to say hi!

[diary-of-dr-eggman]

AI Prompt: Write an entry in Dr. Eggman's diary about his badnik, Batbrain.

Dear Diary,

I've come to the realization that Batbrain, my latest badnik creation, is well, a bit of a brain. And not in the good way.

I mean, don't get me wrong, he's efficient in his own way. He can fly around and shoot missiles, which is pretty impressive. But whenever I try to give him new commands, he just goes completely bonkers.

Take the other day, for example. I told him to go capture Sonic and bring him back to me for experimentation. But instead, he decided to flap around in circles and sing nursery rhymes. Yes, nursery rhymes. I don't even know where he learned them from.

And then there was the time I asked him to guard my latest invention, the Egg Carrier. He seemed to understand at first, but then he immediately crashed the whole thing into a mountain. I still don't know how he managed to do that.

I know, I know, I should probably dispose of him and start over. But there's something about Batbrain that just... makes me laugh. Maybe it's his goofy grin or his high-pitched voice. Or maybe it's just the fact that he's so absurdly incompetent.

Either way, I can't help but keep him around. I've even started giving him silly little tasks, just to see what he'll do next. Today, for instance, I told him to go fetch me a cup of coffee. He came back with a shovel and a bag of dirt. I have no idea what he was thinking.

But hey, as long as he's not causing any real damage (aside from the Egg Carrier incident), I suppose there's no harm in keeping him around. He's like my own personal court jester, always good for a laugh.

So cheers to you, Batbrain. Keep doing what you do best, which is basically nothing productive whatsoever.

Sincerely,

Dr. Eggman

[salty-pixel]

Batbrain - Sonic 1