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gothamite-rambler · 14 days ago

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Crashing and falling asleep at the worst times is a batfam tradition

Dick rested in his bed trying to fall asleep. Koriand'r sat in bed next to him with a face mask on. Dick slowly drifted off to sleep when his phone rang.

Dick (groggy): Hello?

Bernard (on the other end of the call): Dick, Tim fell asleep at the concert.

Dick (yawning): Another one?

Bernard: Yep, he rested his eyes and I can’t wake him up… He’s breathing though.

Dick (tired): Awesome… Fantastic… We were on a trip, no lots of sleep… but I can get up, Wh- what concert are you at?

Bernard: Just a symphony my parents gave me tickets to. We’re only at the first intermission, but I’d rather take him home.

Dick (his eyes closed): I’m getting rea-

Dick began snoring, asleep as Kori looked over at him.

Bernard (confused): Hello?

Kori tapped her boyfriend’s cheek, but he didn’t wake up. She took the phone with a smile.

Kori: Tim’s boyfriend, you said you’re at the symphony, is that at Gotham Auditorium?

Bernard: Y- Yes, who is this?

Kori: Dick’s partner, I’ll be there in a few minutes. He finally fell asleep. Three days this time.

Bernard: I question their sleeping habits some times.

Kori (putting on her shoes): Yeah, you get used to it. Be there soon, in his car, not flying.

Bernard: Okay… Wait what?

Kori ended the call without explaining, kissed her slumbering boyfriend and left the apartment with his car keys.

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robinsleeping · 2 months ago

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The “smart” and “wtf is going on” duo

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years ago

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family means no one gets left behind

by Rainycat

Meet Danyal al'Ghul: seventeen years old, Right Hand to the Demon (aka Talia al'Ghul, his mother), big brother to Damian Wayne, the White Ghost, assassin with a kill count well over 1000+. Meet Danyal "Call me Danny" Wayne, well-adjusted teenager from the same mother as Damian, who'd been in boarding school on the other side of the planet until he graduated, and looked to move to Gotham City to get to know his father and adopted family. Meet Danny Fenton-Phantom, full-time hero, King of the Ghost Zone, interdimensional being and beloved ruler with a frankly OP powerset that is only mitigated by his own lack of ability to remember all his powers.

Somehow, because Fate loves picking on Danny, these are all the same person through different eras.

(Aka, the "danny is damian's older brother and the reincarnation of fenton-phantom who remembers his old life and has some of his old powerset, but loves his family So Damn Much and wants them safe and sane again" au.) (inspired by the batpham server, who helped me workshop the basic idea for this & is constantly screaming over each other's fics. love yall weirdos.)

Words: 1507, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Danny Fenton, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne's Parents, the ghosts of wayne manor, Alfred Pennyworth, Batfamily Members, Jason Todd

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Talia al Ghul

Additional Tags: author uses al'Ghul spellling, Author Is Sleep Deprived, danny fenton is an al'ghul au, Reincarnation, The Author Regrets Everything, inappropriate use of ao3's tagging system, i know i should be writing my other 3 fics, but frankly i dont care, this is nagging me, its GOOD bite me, death jokes in leiu of coping mechanisms, danny is the white ghost, technically, he inherited it the same way damian inherited the demon's head title, or will, anyway, he works for talia but mostly is trying to get his family back together, and sane, and not lazarus-pit exposed, wayne manor's fuckin haunted, no ships, no plot just vibes, author uses em-dashes and semicolons because she's not a goddamn heathen, but mostly em-dashes, i love a fuckin em-dash

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46545274

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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wellthatjusthappend · 4 years ago

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hey do you think you can write something where Dick is touch starved bc the members of the batfamily are not that into giving or receiving comforting touch like hugs so he's feeling awful and acting kind of distant with the other bats bc he doesn't really want to bug them by asking for a hug and it's Jason that notices something is wrong and ends up giving it to him

Dick being touch starved is my jam. Especially when I get to give him what he needs.

Man, this prompt got away from me a little, I meant to do a small fill but, well, now you can read it here or on Ao3.

“What the hell is going on with Dickhead?” Jason grumbled. He’d totally cashed Jason’s case recently, and nearly bit off Jason’s head when he made a sarcastic quip.

Usually, that meant that something had happened, but Jason had dug around after hadn’t found anything other than a slow and steady escalation of violence the last several weeks. Seemingly from no cause.

There had to be something Jason was missing. Not that he cared or anything, but if Golden Boy was falling off the edge he needed to get ready. Or maybe he was just being nosy. Both were Bruce approved approaches.

Jason frowned as on screen Dick let several punches land that he could have avoided and choose to punch back rather than use his sticks.

“Ah, Dick is fasting again?” hummed Kori, coming to curl up next to Jason like a cat, her hair winding and winding itself around them in a way that still a little uncanny as it was soothing.

“Fasting?” Jason asked with a frown, “Like, skipping meals and stuff?”

“From love,” Kori corrected him, “and from touch. He needs it like food, but sometimes he chooses to deprive himself of both for long periods of time. He would get like this from time to time as a Titian. Quick to pick a fight and extra physical when he did… violence is the only touch he allows himself during this time, so he seeks it out constantly.”

That… tracked.

“Yeah… Bruce would have us believe that none of us needed things like that,” Jason murmured, watching Dick wrestle another small time crook to the ground and punching him repeatedly.

“But you know better now, don’t you?”

Sometimes. But other times… Jason could sympathize with Dick’s plight a little too easily, and physical touch wasn’t even his love language.

“How’d you used to get him to snap out of it?” Jason asked.

“Make love to him all night long,” Kori replied, her eyes going distant.

“Ah.” Jason knew he was flushing a bit.

“Or, sometimes Wally or the others would insist on a movie night and coax him into a spot close between everyone’s bodies,” Kori said, a faint, sad smile on her face.

That was probably no little feat when Dick was hellbent on acting like a mini Bruce.

“Sounds nice,” he said, rather than unload all the mean and bitter commentary in his head. It wasn’t like he had someone to do that for him back then.

“This is nice too,” Kori rested her head on his shoulder, “with you and Roy.”

“...Yeah. It is.”

*****

Jason couldn’t stop thinking about it as the week went on. How he ever ended up with nonviolent touch in his life and Dick didn’t, Jason didn’t know.

Maybe that was why he was outside Dick’s doorstep now.

“What?” Dick answered his door. He looked terrible; dark shadows under his eyes, his skin a little pasty.

“No hello? I’m hurt Dickiebird.”

“Hello. What are you doing here?” Dick said, already looking annoyed.

Jason wished he knew.

“Brought over some extra food. You look like you haven’t had anything but takeout in a while, so…. You want it?” Jason held up the bag to show him.

“You brought food,” Dick stated, looking suspicious, “Why?”

“I just said I made extra, keep up Dickhead,” Jason shot back.

He was no good at this. He should have just bothered Wally into visiting. Someone who could get away with a casual hug.

Jason was not much of a hugger, casual or otherwise. He wasn’t too touchy-feely in general and he didn’t know why he was there… but since he was there he wasn’t going to be driven away so easily.

“Did Bruce send you here?” Dick demanded.

“Bold of you to think Bruce can make me do anything,” Jason retorted.

Dick seemed to accept that. As he should.

“Fine, whatever, just… you didn’t drug it, right?” Dick asked as he moved out of the way and let Jason inside.

“Who the fuck do you think I am, Alfred? If I was gonna drug you, I would slip it into your delivery, not some home cooked meal,” Jason scoffed.

It was really messy. It made Jason’s fingers itch for some cleaning supplies, but that wasn’t why he was there.

“Home cooked?” Dick’s eyebrows raised curiously.

“Curry,” Jason said, pulling out the containers from the bag in the little spot on the table not covered in case files, “I always thought it tasted better the day after anyway.”

“Did you make this?” Dick hesitantly came over, curiosity seeming to win out over defensive aggression.

“Who else would have?” Jason rolled his eyes, “here, heat this up will you?”

He passed over a container of rice. Their fingers brushed and Dick’s hand spasmed for a moment.

Jason didn’t comment. He knew what that was like. Going so long without any kind of touch that the slightest brush of skin felt like getting electrocuted.

“Why me?” Dick asked, hurriedly turning his back to him and fiddling with the microwave.

Because you need it.

“Oh, you know, if your ass gets any skinnier, the community will collapse on itself. Can’t have that,” Jason said breezily instead.

“What a saint.”

“Right? They should put me up in the little chapel on 5th St. I’ve already died and everything, I’m totally qualified,” Jason said, then changed the subject, “You have a toaster oven?”

“Why would I have a toaster oven?” Dick grumbled.

“Because they’re damn useful? Never mind, I’ll just use the oven,” Jason said, nudging Dick out of the way so he could reach the nobs. It wouldn’t need too much, it was just to lightly heat the naan.

“Are you eating here too?” Dick asked hesitantly.

“Might as well, it’s dinner time,” Jason shrugged.

Dick didn’t say anything to that. This time when Jason passed him the next container to heat, he didn’t flinch when their hands met, but he pulled away much more hesitantly.

This part felt a little unnatural for Jason, because he… didn’t really let people touch him who weren’t super close to him. And he and Dick- they just weren’t. It wasn’t bad, per-say, just decidedly uncomfortable.

He wasn’t planning to let that show though.

Jason bullied Dick into bantering with him as they prepped the rest of the food, all the while finding reasons to brush up against him. Let their hips touch when he checked the heat on the food, a hand on Dick’s arm to move him out of the way to open the oven, steading his hands as he stacked plates and utensils into his arms.

Dick was mostly past the shockieness and onto the needy phase by the time they got to actually eating the food. It felt a little manipulative to sit down right next to him on the couch while they ate so their legs and arms could casually brush every now and then.

The nice thing was that Jason didn’t have to initiate anymore. Now that Dick had figured out that he wasn’t going to be pushed away and that Jason was pretending not to notice, he was pressing close with every possible excuse. As he did, he chattered away about this and that, a slight nervous jiggle of his leg.

It was strange, like watching someone slowly come alive again. Like a dry plant perking up at the first taste of water. Jason wanted to somehow give him even more, but he didn’t know how. So he just stayed close.

Dick didn’t ask him to leave when they finished their food, so he didn’t.

Jason turned on the TV.

It was funny, Dick’s commentary slowly started to die down as his eyes started to drupe.

“Maybe I really should have drugged you food, when’s the last time you got a full night’s sleep?” Jason noted, reaching over to touch his forehead. He was a little warm, but not too bad.

“When’s the last time you did?” Dick shot back, but his eyes dropped closed under his hand and he didn’t push him away.

It felt a little too intimate for Jason though, so he pulled away. Dick swayed forward a little when he moved, like a part of him want to chase his touch.

He probably did.

Jason looked away and shrugged, trying to remember what they had been talking about. Sleep. Right.

“I actually do these days, Roy or Kori kick my butt if I don’t,” he said.

“They take good care of you,” Dick said softly.

“They do,” Jason agreed, his chest feeling a little warm at the thought.

“Good,” Dick said, his expression distant as he turned back to the TV.

Jason wondered if he missed them, but didn’t ask. Dick couldn’t have burned those bridges any better if he’d tried.

They watched TV silently for a while, Dick’s finger tracing patterns on his own leg, back and forth and back and forth.

Jason felt an impulse to grab his hand, but pushed it down. That wasn’t them. Roy and Kori must have been rubbing off on him.

When Dick’s motions stopped, Jason glanced over and snickered when he found that he had dozed off. When he started to tip, Jason raised his arm so he would settle against his side instead of tipping forward and jerking awake.

He didn’t know why he did it- since it effectively trapped him for however long Dick was asleep- and he told himself that it was because Dick needed the sleep, which he did, but-

Dick made a soft little sound as he positively melted against him, even in sleep. It was such a fragile thing, so relieved, just on the edge of broken… it made Jason’s chest ache.

He let him sleep.

Jason might not be able to bury him in a pile of close friends or make love to him all night or whatever, but… he could do this.

He hesitantly carded his fingers through Dick’s hair and watched him lean into the touch desperately, lips parting in a content sigh.

Maybe for this, Jason could be enough.

#touch starved #dick grayson #jason todd #background joyfire if you squint #this could be the start of something #story requests #story prompts #my writing #Anonymous

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bigfan-fanfic · 5 years ago

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The Bat-dads 4 (Male!Reader x Batfamily)

If anyone has a specific situation they want to request with this reader-character, make sure to mention that you’d like a headcanon for a Batdad!Reader.

It was hard for you to deal with Jason’s death.

Even though you constantly worried about Dick and Jason being injured or traumatized, it never occurred to you that this was actually a potentially lethal hobby for your husband and sons.

So you were almost as reluctant as Bruce to keep adding to the Wayne Clan

But then along came the next additions to the family.

Tim

You and Bruce had a strained relationship for a while, especially after you advocated for the Joker’s death.

No one knows this, but you practically begged him to kill the Joker, to make sure no one else would have to lose a child, a parent, a friend to his madness ever again.

But when Tim showed up on your doorstep, it was your worst nightmare.

Alfred had disappeared, Bruce was incommunicado, Dick was captured, and the only people able to help were a man untrained in combat and a skinny tween.

But the two of you raid the Batcave for some castoff suits that were still good enough to work.

And that night, there are two Batmen in Gotham, one with a Nightwing and the other with a Robin.

You and Tim use strategy and clever tricks to disable and evade the guards, and eventually free Nightwing and rescue Batman.

Tim is the only one to have actually seen you in vigilante action (you have not gone out since, and his account of your tactical and combat brilliance is a much-requested story)

Black Mask’s men are terrified of you because they thought they had the Bat cornered, and now there’s another one? Like, what???

Tim is basically your son from that moment on. Even if it takes a while for things to work out that way.

Tim usually calls you Y/N, or if he’s sleep deprived, Dad.

He’s perpetually surprised whenever you show interest in what he is doing.

Even if it is only to tell him to “SLEEP, for goodness sakes, Tim!”

Tim plays word games online with you while on patrol. Or online chess. You generally win. It aggravates him to no end.

Whenever he is swamped, you leave bright Post-It Notes for him everywhere you know he’ll look. Sometimes they’ll have instructions, and sometimes an encouraging saying or a smiley face.

He says it’s embarrassing, but they never fail to give him a smiley face of his own.

Sometimes Tim gets confused about how “normal” people interact, so he’ll ask you really odd questions about mundane things. General responses from you are either confused or sarcastic.

“Y/N, how do you say hello to people, but not be, like, all formal about it?”

“Uhh... hi?”

“Y/N, I need to learn how to say goodbye to someone without accidentally saying ‘I love you.’”

“Well, young Padawan, that will take years of training...”

Tim also secretly likes to geek out with you over fandom.

Trust me, Tim is die-hard for Comic-Con

Your boy has outpaced you so far in fandom that now you just bluff whenever he talks about the latest shows you haven’t seen yet.

He gets no sleep and is always looking at at least three screens, so he definitely is always caught up and instantly blogging about his shows/games/websites/podcasts/assorted other stuff.

He also had to be talked down from hacking the Pottermore website when he was sorted into Slytherin.

It was a tense time for all.

You had to take away his Internet.

And then watch him to make sure he wasn’t being a sneaky-sneak.

Like, sitting in a room staring at him, drinking pure caffeine and just watching him go through Internet withdrawals for an hour and then sleeping for 48.

Seriously, impose a strict sleeping schedule!

Damian

Oh boy.

Not good.

In the first few days of meeting you, Damian tried to kill you maybe thirty-eight times a day. The only reason you survived is by an insane amount of luck and the constant vigilance of Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Jason, and Tim.

Damian took it as a personal insult that his father prefers you to his mother.

Complained about how useless you seemed

“Y/N isn’t even trained in combat. He’s a liability, Father, you know that.”

Bruce is no help whatsoever

You persevere. You withstand. You even start predicting Damian’s assassination plots before he attempts them and start leaving Post-It Notes for him too, with mocking yet oddly positive messages.

Found on a rafter where Damian had planned to rig a trap that would end with you being hanged: “Tough luck, Damian! Only barely noticed this in time! :)”

Found later on an upstairs banister that Damian only considered tossing something over onto you: “Good idea, but please don’t break anything. Alfred would go crazy! :)”

And this, remarkably, earns Damian’s respect. So he decides, for now, to stop trying to kill you.

But Damian only really comes to see you as a parent after Talia tries to take him back.

You put yourself between them and tell him to run. And Talia is about to kill you when Damian intervenes, surprising everyone.

You don’t talk about it afterward. But his actions make it clear that the two of you are more family than he and Talia ever could be.

He calls you Papa, with the second syllable stressed.

Jason makes fun of him for this: “Pa-PA? Is this Downton Abbey or something?”

He’s really excited if you’re into his more violent hobbies, like if you take him to see some antique swords at the museum or something, or if you discuss ancient battle strategies, but he’s also excited when you encourage the things he was never allowed to do before.

Like draw. Or skip training

The second one he rarely does, but once in a while you pop into the Batcave and call out that it’s a rest day, and you take Damian and the two of you do something together

Damian is a surprisingly avid performer.

He was in the school musical at Gotham Academy and knocked it out of the park.

He only invited you and Alfred to see him because “TT, only you and Pennyworth can be trusted with such sensitive information.”

But you brought the others anyway, with a warning that anything remotely rude or mocking would be harshly penalized.

Good times were had.

Damian has trouble admitting what he likes. Such as being read aloud to. You noticed once that he always seems calmer when someone is reading something out loud, though he scoffs when asked if he wants to be read to.

So you just started reading everything aloud to see what stuck. Starting with Harry Potter.

Now Damian still doesn’t admit he likes it.

But every so often, when it’s quiet, you’ll notice him put a book on a table where he’s sure you’ll see it and then walk away, pretending he knows nothing about it.

Without fail, you grab the book and go find Damian, who is suddenly engrossed in something on his computer, or a video game, and you ask him to come listen to something.

“TT, must I, Papa? This had better be interesting.”

He always complains, and you always ignore him.

But please, be gentle with cliffhangers - Damian can’t stand them. He’ll beg and plead and threaten for just one more chapter.

#batdad reader #batfamily x male reader #batman x male reader #batman headcanons #batparent reader #dc headcanons #male reader #headcanons

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hood-ex · 6 years ago

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Hey hi I'm a newbie comic fan, nightwing's really cool! I didn't even know he existed before titans, all I knew was batman had a robin. Then I watched young justice n I love him there! But looks like fans think of him differently? Like more happy fluffy sugary than how he is in young justice or titans. His wiki page says he's intimidating like batman, but fandom dick is so different, won't hurt a fly lol. Is he scary in comics? Saw a panel of cyborg saying if batman works with him he must be lol

Hi newbie! Welcome to the land of comics!

Dick can act differently depending on who he’s interacting with. If Dick is with members of the batfamily, you might see him joking around more and being a protective mother hen (to a certain degree). Sometimes missions can seem more light-hearted, but most of the time the bats have a get down to business mentality when they’re out in the field.

The bats aren’t the most open with their emotions, and Dick is no different. If Dick is working with or leading a team, he comes off as more serious, secretive, and a bit of a hard ass. A lot of heroes respect Dick and will gladly accept him as their leader. Leading a team puts a lot of pressure on Dick because it’s his job to plan ahead and make sure everyone gets out alive. He’s a compassionate guy and has everyone’s best interest in mind.

Let me put it this way. Dick is essentially the “Batman” of his team, so he obviously stands out as being more serious and distant compared to his more lighthearted teammates. That doesn’t mean he never laughs or never lets loose when he’s with his friends/team. He can be more relaxed when he’s just hanging out with his team and there’s no imminent threat looming over them. He’ll give out hugs or an “I love you” to his friends and family members every now and then. He can give good pep talks to people that need it, and he’s a great listener and teacher.

Dick’s also not a pushover. He’ll confront anyone he’s got a problem with, and sometimes it can progress into a nasty verbal/physical fight. He can verbally lash out at the people he loves when he’s angry. He’s also a workaholic and is constantly on the move between fighting in Blüdhaven, helping the bats out, helping out the Titans/other heroes, and then managing whatever day job/social life he has during the daytime. He doesn’t sleep a lot and the sleep deprivation can affect his attitude or performance in the field.

When you’re reading about Dick just keep in mind that Dick has been written by various writers for nearly 80 years. Each writer interprets him differently and his characterization hasn’t always been consistent because of that. Remember that you can always choose to ignore certain aspects of canon that you don’t like.

#Dick Grayson #Characterization #canon vs fanon #anon

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years ago

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family means no one gets left behind

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XuM7W6N

by Rainycat

Somehow, because Fate loves picking on Danny, these are all the same person through different eras.

Words: 1507, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Danny Fenton, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne's Parents, the ghosts of wayne manor, Alfred Pennyworth, Batfamily Members, Jason Todd

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Talia al Ghul

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XuM7W6N

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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