#batbros

[finnoky]

Big bro Damian, I love you

(Someone was mean to Dick at a gala)

Ko-Fi

[justrandomtrashes]

Two brothers 2

[nathanwonderwolf]

Wake up, little wing, you can't go to sleep...

[incorrectbatfam]

Jason, the second child: I will grow under any conditions.

Dick, the first child: I think I'm allergic to tap water.

[drawingdisaster]

The Batbros waking up and Jason, Tim, and Damian groggily following after Dick like little ducklings.

Also this is my first time drawing Tim and Damian…😬

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Dick: Sorry guys, Bruce AND Alfred said no more cookies for today

Damian: this vexes me

Tim: so not demure

Duke: I’m going to eat Damian

Jason and Steph: Destiel didn’t die for this

Cass: ☝️❓🤨🙄

Dick: Please guys what the fuck are you saying

[theaceofarrows]

Pov: You're a Gotham criminal in December

[cosmosluckycharms]

Super Rich Kids

A/N: hey guys warning this is sosososo bad im tryna get out of writers block by forcinf myself to write help

reader is loosly based off haruhi fujioka but not that much (you dont have to know anything about ohshc to understand this)

reader is gender neutral

ugh sorry this is so bad

After your mom died at an early age, around when you were 5. you and your father were by yourselves.

At first, it was difficult, you kept yourself company most of the time due to your father working hard to keep you both afloat.

You lived in an okay apartment, one that was in the middle of an area that was cheap, but dangerous to live in.

Gotham.

You knew how to cook and do chores around the house due to your mother teaching you before she passed.

In middle school, you threw yourself into your studies to be able to have a better life in the future.

You barely went out with friends, and when you did you'd leave early.

It wasn't that you didn't like or care for them, you were just busy trying to get into higher education.

It worked out for you. You were able to get a scholarship into a high school you used to dream of entering.

Gotham prep.

It wasnt the best, but it was better.

You had to leave your old high school midway through 9th grade.

It meant that you had to leave all your friends and teachers.

youd miss them, but a scholarship is a scholarship.

Plus, maybe you could still see them around?

You couldn't afford to get the fancy uniforms that cost almost as much as your rent, so you decided to procrastinate on getting one.

Your teachers would understand, right?

Your teachers did not understand.

They refused to let you go around the school without a uniform, so you had to use an old uniform from the lost and found.

It was dusty and had a couple of holes, but it'd have to do.

You also somehow kept managing to get lost, so whenever you walked into your classroom, you were usually 10 minutes late.

So much for a good first impression.

As you got to your 4th class of the day, you fumbled around with the doorknob, trying to open the classroom door without dropping your books and supplies.

You struggled a bit until a black-haired boy saw you looking a little stupid out the small window on the door.

He got up and unlocked it for you, and you almost dropped your pencil case

Thankfully, he picked it up and gave it to you before it hit the ground.

"Be careful next time," he smirked and held the door open for you.

As you were about to thank him, you heard the teacher clear her throat.

"And who might you be?"

"I'm Y/n," you spoke, trying not to look stupid in front of a class of 25 people.

She checked her attendance roster. "Last name?"

"L/n."

"you aren't on the roster. Are you sure you're in this class? You aren't skipping, are you?" she raised an eyebrow at you.

"I moved here like, two days ago. I have my schedule, though." you handed her your paper schedule, making sure not to drop anything.

Once the whole attendance thing was sorted out, you were sat down next to the blue-eyed boy.

You kept glancing at him through the corner of your eye.

He took notice and looked at you fully, catching you off guard.

You straightened your posture and looked at the board, making him chuckle.

"Why are you staring so hard?"

"Sorry, I don't know." you looked away in embarrassment.

The truth is, you didn't even notice you were staring. You were just taking notice of your surroundings.

Plus, he looked familiar

"You're Y/n, right?"

"Yep."

"I'm Tim." he put his hand out so you could shake it.

"Quiet you two." the teacher yelled, shutting you both up.

The class went by slowly. Luckily for you, the class was easy to pay attention to.

Most of the kids had their heads down and were asleep, including the boy next to you.

Sucks for him.

That was your last class of the day, and you started to make your way back to your apartment.

You had your slightly mangled wired headphones in, and didn't hear footsteps behind you.

You didn't notice the presence of a certain someone until you felt the tap of someone on your shoulder.

You turned around and saw Tim, and a blonde girl right next to him.

"Hey," Tim spoke

You took your earbud out "..Hey?"

"This is Steph, she's one of my friends. She's coming with us." Tim said, pointing to the blonde.

"To where?" you questioned, tilting your head.

"To his house, duh," Steph stated.

"I'm not coming." you tried walking ahead of them, only for Steph to hold your wrist.

"Why?" Tim questioned

"Because I have things to do." you had to start working on your resume to get a job.

"C'mon, just come over!" Steph insisted

"I'm fine."

"c'mon, we're your friends!" Tim spoke

You rolled your eyes ".. I just met you guys.."

"Whatever!" Steph dragged you by the wrist and started dragging you to Alfred's car.

You had to be pulled into the car by both Tim and Steph as you all made your way to the manor.

You didn't want to go, but you had no choice.

Both of them were insistent.

You didn't take notice of the driver and how surprised he looked to see you. You were spaced out looking at the window beside you thinking about how you could've avoided all of this.

"And who might you be?" the older man spoke

You jumped at his words. "I'm y/n— one of Tim's classmates."

"That's quite strange, he's never mentioned you."

"yeah, I just moved here like, two days ago. We just met like an hour ago."

"Oh, that's alright."

You pulled out your phone and texted your dad to let him know you wouldn't be getting home until later.

You knew he wouldn't see the text until later.

He was at work.

You looked out the window and spaced out on your way over to the manor.

Once you felt the car stop, you noticed how big the manor was.

You were surprised at how someone could live in it or even afford it.

It seemed that Tim could sense your shock.

He nudged your shoulder and snapped you out of it.

You, Steph, and Tim all made your way inside.

They knew their way around, so you had to follow behind them like a lost puppy.

You all made your way to the kitchen and sat down on the island.

The entire manor looked too fancy, like that fake house set at Ikea.

The countertops glimmered and shined in a way you've never seen before.

"Do you want something?" Tim asked

"I want to go home." you your your head down on the cold marble island.

Tim rolled his eyes "I meant like to drink or eat."

"Oh, uh, could I get some water?"

"Coming right up." he started making his way to get water.

You and Steph both went on your phones.

Steph liked talking, a lot.

It was sort of overwhelming for you, especially since you weren't used to talking to a lot of people.

You liked the quiet.

About around 5 minutes of being on your phone, you felt a gust of wind pass by you, and you saw what looked like an 11-year-old boy arguing with an older boy who had a tuft of white hair.

You put little to no mind to it as you continued to scroll on your phone.

Three seconds later Tim made his way back to the dining room.

You looked up from your phone to see Tim looking at the boys.

"Could you guys cut it out? We have company." Tim handed you a bottle of water

"My bad." the boy with the white tuft of hair walked up to you "I'm Jason."

You shook his hand. "Y/n."

"I will not apologize to them." the green-eyed boy spoke.

"Damian–" Tim tried to reprimand him

"that's fine." you got up from your chair "Do you know where the bathroom is?"

"Yeah, it's past that hallway." Jason pointed

"Thanks."

As you made your way to the bathroom, you could hear Damian getting scolded by Tim.

You checked your phone and noticed how your father still hadn't seen your messages.

You sighed and made your way back to the kitchen, not noticing the guy in front of you.

You accidentally bumped into him

"Sorry, my bad," you said.

"It's okay." you watched as the man scratched his head in confusion "I don't think I've seen you around, did Bruce just adopt you?"

"huh?" you tilted your head in confusion. "I'm just visiting, Tim and Steph invited me over."

"Oh, that makes sense."

"im Y/n."

"I'm Richard, most people call me Dick, though."

You snickered at the nickname, and Dick pretended to dramatically look offended.

You both made small talk as you made your way to the kitchen.

You sat back down on a seat and went back to scrolling on your phone, ignoring the ever-growing chaos of the siblings fighting.

Steph sat up and grabbed her bag, making her way out the door and waving goodbye to you.

You waved back.

After a minute or two of getting bored of your phone, you got up and grabbed your bag, ready to walk home.

"Y/n!" Jason called

"Hm?"

"Tell Damian to let go of my book!"

"I refuse, Todd!"

The name gave you deja vu like you've heard it before.

Wait a second.

You locked eyes with Jason, and you noticed how much he looked like Bruce Wayne's dead son.

From his eyes, to his nose, to his ears.

He had the same name too.

You gasped quietly.

How did you not notice sooner?

"You–you're Bruce Wayne's dead son!"

"What?" Jason's eyes widened

Jason started walking towards you, trying to intimidate you.

You started backing up in fear, not taking notice of the vase behind you.

You bumped into it, making it shatter onto the floor.

You looked at it and noticed how expensive everything looked.

Damn, rich people.

"Shoot, I'm so sorry! I can pay you guys back!" You tried putting the pieces back together but there was no use.

It was shattered.

You just had to hope that it wasn't too expensive–

Dick interrupted your train of thought "That vase was around a million dollars, I think."

You turned around to look at him, hoping he was lying ".. You're joking."

"I'm serious. We got it at an auction. One of a kind, you know." Tim spoke

"Shoot." you were visibly sweating "I cant afford that! I couldnt even afford a school uniform!"

"I have a way you could pay it back." Alfred spoke up from the shadows (how did you not notice him?"

"How?"

"Working as my apprentice."

this was so ass im sorry omg

yay this reader is NOT neglected 🥳🥳🥳 slightly better childhood 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

this is so ass omg

[superbat-lmao]

Before Jason makes his debut as Red Hood, he goes apartment hunting.

And the thing about Gotham is, all of the apartments that would make for good safe houses, are safe houses. The Bat’s safe houses. If Jason wants to set up shop, he’s got to get creative. This means being willing to look the other way about some things. Namely, living with other people.

Jason gets a roommate.

Sure, he’d found a couple of spots that fit some of the criteria he used for making safe houses, but not all apartments were equal. And having a semi-functioning civilian cover was useful. Sometimes.

All this to say that Jason responded to a craigslist post of some guy looking for a roommate. The post was written well enough, decent grammar and a fair enough price. Unlike some of the places he’d “toured.”

He has to trudge up a few flights of stairs to get to the place, because roof access is always high on the priority list, and knocks on the door. He waits a few minutes, hears someone check the peephole, and then the sound of at least five separate locks being undone.

With the door finally open, he gets a good look at the guy’s face. Too good of a look, actually.

Because the man who opens it is Dick Grayson.

[momo-minomo]

Fic Fairy Friday: Cryptid Batfam

Sorry for missing the last few Fridays, friends. I'm struggling with some health problems lately so I might not be as consistent with this as I'd like to be.

BTW, if anyone wants to help me make #ficfairyfriday an actual thing and use the hashtag to recommend fics based on a theme that would be really cool. Doesn't matter what the fandom, rating, or potential pairing may be if you have a specific trope or pairing that you really love think about making a rec list for it some random friday?

This week is for fics with the Batfamily either as actual cryptids, pretending to be cryptids, or just freaking out the rest of the JL by being cryptid-ish. Enjoy!

The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

Code Cryptid by SummerKnight717

Summary:

In which Dick Grayson and Tim Drake tag team to make both Bruce and some very unfortunate kidnappers regret all their life decisions. Jason Todd is definitely not the only theatre kid in the family... Dick really doesn't like putting on the Batsuit, thank you very much. So when he has to, he is at least owed some fun in it...

Momo's Notes: Let's start out with a bit of humor, shall we? Tim and Dick team up to be unhinged as always and convince a bunch of Gotham goons that the Batclan are inhuman monsters. Bruce regrets everything that led to this moment lol.

when in gotham: don't drink the water by wesslan

Summary:

In Tim’s defense, there had never been anyone around to tell him not to drink the water. All in all, Tim thinks he turned out quite alright. All things considered. - or: Tim grew up drinking Gotham's tap water. He developed some weird abilities as a result. Bruce, Dick, and Jason react.

Baby Birds and Bat Caves by IzzyMRDB

Summary:

Gotham was built on a cave system. Batman has referenced a Bat Cave before. Tim is currently in the cave system. He is in the cave system that he entered from Drake Manor. Drake Manor is right next door to where Batman- The Bruce Wayne- lives. Holy Cavern, Batman! Tim had just accidentally wandered into the Bat Cave’s cave system. OR Tim, having found a weird hole after a storm, decides to go exploring ignoring the fact that This Is Gotham and They Probably Have Cursed Stuff Down There. Luckily, it was just a cave system that spans the entire Gotham underground. Unluckily, Tim is a very curious child.

Momo's Notes: Both of these have a similar premise so I'm including them together. Tim's neglectful upbringing basically raising himself causes him to make some... questionable decisions that horrify the Batfam because every average Gothamite knows you NEVER drink the water/enter the caves beneath Gotham because that shit CHANGES people. Cue oblivious cryptid Tim!

The Rest of Forever by raven_of_hydecastle

Summary:

Everyone knows the Bats are talented. Despite not having powers, they're the best of the best. But the Bats will tell everyone that's just because they've been doing this a very long time. It isn't until Kon wonders how long Tim has been seventeen that he realizes how literal that is.

Momo's Notes: This is short and sweet but I just love the idea that the entire Batfamily views the JL's aging as a skill issue.

shadows, shortbread, siblings & other stolen things by RoyalRampionEngineer

Summary:

Tim turned around. Robin's shadow was still anchored to his feet, giving him finger-guns. Tim slumped down, and the shadow made to pat him on the back. "You're going to get me thrown in Batman's secret prison," Tim muttered to it. The shadow, of course, did not reply. It did pick up the street cat shadow, cradling it in its arms. "Fine!" Tim threw his hands up. "But you're at least going to help me study vocab if you're sticking around." ... Or, Tim accidentally steals Robin's shadow. (I think you know where this leads)

Momo's Notes: Tim accidentally steals Robin!Jason's shadow and can't give it back because shadow Jason takes one look at this insane eldritch child with no supervision and adopts him.

More Precious Than Gold by Drag0nst0rm

Summary:

Most dragons sleep on their hoards. Bruce's hoard sleeps on him. Or: Bruce is a dragon. Predictably, he hoards orphans.

Momo's Notes: This is a fantasy AU but Bruce is an actual dragon who hoards children so I'm counting it lol. The unique dragon lore in this is really fun with the effect being hoarded has on living humans.

robin reptile by awonderofworms

Summary:

Superman streaks up into the air, singular and alone, a whole group of alien beasts already making a beeline for him - and Cassie can’t help but tighten her knuckles. Big Blue is floating calmly, almost at odds with the foreign shrieking and howling around him, all aiming to rip him into shreds. But he’s not planning to fight, Cassie realizes. Which means… he’s bait. But for who? Who’s stronger than him, strong enough to have Superman trust them like this, in the fight? As she’s thinking, trying to fit the puzzle that seems unsolvable - Superman tilts his head, minutely, something like a smile on his face, and disappears into the sky. A roar splits the heavens. OR Robin - and his family - have this secret that they don’t reveal to anyone, until the very (nearly) end of the world.

Momo's Notes: Let's keep with the dragon theme for a couple fics, yeah? This one is from Wondergirl's point of view of the Batfam letting go of secrecy to save the world. I love the Core Four friendship on display, here.

My Teeth Are Like Swords by Titans_R_Us

Summary:

Tim waits under the huge clock at City Hall for midnight. He doesn’t know why all city halls like to sport a giant clock like it’s all the rage, but whatever. It seems like the best place for a bit of melodrama. (Besides, he’s taken tips from the best drama queen cough starts with a ‘B’ and rhymes with juice cough). The hand strikes the top and the clock booms, each gong vibrating his body underneath the clock face and finally—finally—Tim turns eighteen. And Tim Drake Wayne gets what he’s been waiting for.

Momo's Notes: Okay, technically this fic is listed as unfinished but I think that's an accident because while there's other places the author could take it if they ever come back to it, the story as it is FEELS complete to me and has a fully finished story arc of Tim hiding what he is, inheriting his power, and the family learning about it and accepting him so I'm going to include it. Bonus points for the Tim vs Ra's bits in this. I can never get enough of these two trying to outwit each other.

What's worse than a bat? A CHILD. by Beryllium_4

Summary:

The Justice League being convinced the whole of them are demons for a fic. Batman not doing anything to clear the misunderstanding.

Momo's Notes: The JL are under the impression that the entire Batfamily are literal demons but it's the kids that are the most terrifying.

You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by JUBE514

Summary:

Bruce doesn’t know what’s wrong with his child, but he’s pretty sure kids aren’t meant to work like this. From the day he had looked up into the tops of the circus tent and saw a frightened mirror image of a boy who had just experienced the worst day of his life, Bruce had instantly gone into emergency mode. The Gotham PD had wanted to pass the boy off into the care of the circus. The circus had mumbled underneath their breaths about superstitions, about not having a boy like that with them, about not being able to handle something like Dick. So GCPD, not knowing what to do, had started talking about one of the handful of overburdened boy homes that handles a majority of Gotham’s unlucky orphans. All the while, the camera lights flash bright and loud, wanting to know everything. Bruce couldn’t let that happen. Not then, not ever again. -- Bruce is trying his best to protect the city that he loves. He doesn't know how exactly his Robins came to be- they're not fully human, not even at all. All he knows is that he wants to keep them safe.

Momo's Notes: This fic and the next one you may recognize from other Fridays but you may have noticed that I don't mind including fics on multiple lists if they apply to the theme since not everyone will want to check out every list. This remains one of the most unique magical creatures I've ever seen in a fic. All three eldest Robins are magical beings that eat emotions stored in sentimental objects. Isn't that so cool?

Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514

Summary:

So, it didn’t start out like this. Alfred would scoff at the statement, about how Bruce was trying to justify the whole situation to himself. It had started out as a simple design, black everything with black outlines and black hood. It got a little more intense as the world went on, got wind of his ghost on the streets, and became scared of The Bat . So Bruce got a little more creative with it, Alfred and him had a good laugh over the name, the scare, and Alfred had a vicious streak of humor that he had passed onto his ward- So now the suit had a visible bat-theme, an insignia to drape in the shadows and to paint across the streets of Gotham. It only took a year into the whole charade of heroism for Bruce to overhear a conversation between some goons- some low level thug hired by the Riddler this week- about nothing at all pertaining to what the hell the Riddler was doing in the sewers but instead: “ The Batman can fly, you know, I’ve seen his wings.” -- A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.

Momo's Notes: Another fic where the Batfam aren't actually cryptids but everyone believes they are (or to be more accurate for this one, believes they're metas). Bonus points for really adorable SuperBat and the brotherhood between Tim, Dick, and Jason.

Bat Out Of Hell by arguablysomaya

Summary:

Five times the Bats are weird, and one time that weirdness saves the world Or, the Bats are weird, everyone that’s even remotely aware of the superhero game knows this. But, odd as they are, they’re still humans. Which is why it should probably be impossible that they’re such forces of chaos. And when they’re all together? Well, most people are just glad they’re on the good side. And they are. Mostly.

Momo's Notes: Okay so hear me out on this one. The Batfam aren't cryptids and no one mistakes them for being one but they're all so damned WEIRD and abnormal from an outside perspective that they might as well be. Bonus points for entire chapters in both Cass and Duke's povs!

[shyjusticewarrior]

Dick: For God's sake, don't let Rose suck your neck. She's a nice girl.

Jason: I don't have a hickey. I was using a curling iron.

Barbara: Oh, well, will you just look at that.

Jason: Barbara!

Barbara: Dick, remember that time-

Dick: No, and neither do you.

[willsolace-loml]

in my brain steph is a cryptid to the gotham public, like loads of ppl know who she is, they know shes friends with the waynes, but then they think abt it and theyre like "who the hell is this???" and then when ppl find out shes not even like one of bruces kids theyre like "HUH???"

[incorrectbatfam]

The only acceptable trans Tim headcanon would be Tim introducing himself to the batfam as a boy from the get-go with such confidence that no one questions him. Then, his first solo case as Robin is investigating the disappearance of Jack and Janet Drake's "daughter," so he pretends to have a twin sister by forging a bunch of documents and photoshopping family pictures. He then fabricates evidence of her death, committing multiple crimes in the process, and holds a fake funeral at the end. Because if his previous name is dead to him, he's gonna kill it the Tim Drake way

[blehbatbroblair]

SOMEONE PLS HELP ME FIND THIS BATBRO ROAD TRIP FANFIC WHERE TIM AND DAMIAN GO AHEAD OF DICK AND JASON AT ONE POIMT EARLY AND TIM GETS KIDNAPPED AND DAMIAN HAS AMNESIA FROM HEAD TRAUMA AND THE PSYCHO THAT GOT US KILLED CATS OR SMTH AND DICK AND JASON TRY TO FIND THEM AND DAMIAN ONLY REMEMBERS THE NAME ROBIN AND GOES BY THAT IN THE HOSPITAL HES BROUGHT TO AND IT FEELS LIKE AN ETHEL CAIN SONG AND SMALL TOWN AMERICA HIGHKEY RACIST TOO SO RLLY REALISTIC FIC INSANE WRITING INSANE PLS HELL ME

[glitter-stained]

Not the depressed jason todd to facial hair dick grayson pipeline lmfaooo