#batman!bob

[laracrofted]

❝ he's not our hero. he's a silent guardian, a watchful protector. a dark knight.

[gothicgaycowboy]

I’ve had nothing but @laracrofted batman!Bob concept stuck in my head for the past 3 days so I needed to make this

[ktkat99]

Bruce, going over his finances in the kitchen- That's it for the college funds

Tim- Wait, which one of us is going to college?

Tim and Steph, together- NOT IT

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce: You were supposed to do something about the raccoon under the deck.

Damian: I did! I named him Lord Moseby. He likes Coco Puffs.

[perilusjax]

Title: Queen of Shadows

Danny and Bruce have been dating for years before Bruce joined the JL. After the Dracula incident, Danny gave Bruce a few guardian spirits. They only come out when dealing with magical problems, so most others don't know about them.

Unknown to either of them, the whole JL think Batman is an amalgamation of shadows. Thanks to the shadows disliking how they treat the Queen.

[queerryan]

(Damian Joins a sports team in school)

Teacher: when you win the competition we will finally have a trophy to put in the school trophy case.

Damian: you mean the turtle tank?

Teacher: it's supposed to be a trophy case.

Damian: but there's turtles in it.

Teacher: Which is going to change and we bring home the Iron.

Damian: but where would the turtles go?

Teacher: I DON'T F- I don't know Damian.

[dc-comics-enjoyer]

Batfam as Bob's Burgers' quotes

Tim (about Damian) : You don't want to mess with my brother. He'll wear down your self-esteem over a period of years.

---

Damian (13 years old) : Speaking of Christmas, here is my annual list of demands.

Bruce : "My own apartment."

Damian : And it can not be a studio. You have exactly 7 shopping days to comply. If it rolls into day 8, there will be tears and violence.

---

Bruce : We'll have to cut down on expenses. What can we live without ?

Damian : Probably Tim and Jason.

Stephanie : That's a good start.

Tim : Huh. Well that makes the things I was gonna cut irrelevant.

---

Bruce : They're not here ! I got Jason's diary, let's see if it says anything. "Dear Diary, tonight we're sneaking into the dangerous taffy factory. Also, if boys had uteruses they'd be called duderuses".

Dick : Ha, "duderuses."

---

Stephanie : I like sandwiches.

Jason : You smell like you do.

Stephanie : You smell interesting too. You own a toothbrush, or are you still shopping around ?

---

Jason : You know that boat that I've been fixing up?

Tim : You've mentioned it.

Jason : Well, I finally got her shipshape, and I thought it'd be fun to take you all out.

Stephanie : Kill us?

Jason : No, take you out for a boat ride.

---

Tim : Why'd you head-butt me?!

Jason : I was going to punch you, but I'm holding wine.

---

Dick, at some point : Bruce, Jason, look at yourselves ; you're father and son ! You're supposed to love each other, not kill each other. This isn't the Bible !

---

Bruce : I should write a parenting book. Call it, "Hey You, I Saw That! Put It Back !"

[dcbinges]

Batman #2 (1940) by Bill Finger & Bob Kane

[90smovies]

[mikyapixie]

Batman: The Brave & the Bold premiered 16 years ago today on Cartoon Network!!!

So here’s my favorite song from the series!!!😁😍🤩

[laracrofted]

down comes the night

synopsis: on a cold midnight in the dead of winter, gotham city's district attorney is murdered.

pairing: batman!bob floyd x fem!reader (lucky)

warnings: 18+ minors and ageless accounts dni, character death (obviously), mentions of death and mob violence, language (wc: 1K)

note: while i'm not planning to write a full series for batman bob – more like connected one shots and blurbs, because i can only focus on one series – i knew i absolutely had to write this scene, which has been in my head all week.

Tears are frozen in your lashes.

You saw him on Saturday. He was alive on Saturday. You saw him.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, mussed your hair like an annoying older brother and smacked a drunken and damp kiss on your cheek. He was alive.

"Did you hear me?" Bradley asks you – no, Commissioner Bradshaw asks you. His coat hangs around your shoulders, overly large on your frame, smelling like leather and coffee and cigar smoke. He doesn't smoke, or maybe Bradley just doesn't smoke around you.

He has always been so delicate around you. You still remember when another officer in the Major Crimes Division made some crass comment in front of you, and Bradley barked out a harsh, "Watch your mouth. You're in the presence of a lady," and silenced the room.

Or at least, until Jake smirked and not even bothering to look up from his paperwork, drawled, "Oh really? Where? I don't see any ladies around here. I only see Lucky."

You shot him a withering look, and Jake grinned, green eyes glittering in the dim yellow light of the office.

Bradley says your name again, breaking you from the warmth of the memory, plunging you back into the cold of the night, like a frozen surface of a lake, cracking under your weight.

You're so cold. Swallowing is almost painful.

You look at him, cheeks cold, eyes dim and lifeless. "How?"

A croak, barely audible, but Bradley pales. He opens his mouth, but Bradley's voice isn't the one that answers your question.

"A single shot to the back of the head."

His voice is low and hoarse and if the circumstances were different, kind of attractive. He sounds like cigar smoke and aged whiskey, deep and solid.

You've only seen him a few times.

You'd come looking for Jake up here once and found him up here – up here with him. He spotted you before Jake did and sidled back into the shadows, ready to disappear, and Jake looked over his shoulder.

"That's just Lucky. She's good," Jake reassured him. He beckoned you forward with a waved palm. You quietly handed him a styrofoam cup of coffee and watched the shadows. He watched you back, silent and watchful.

You've never heard his voice before.

Under different circumstances.

You don't have the luxury of different circumstances. You only have these.

"Execution style?"

He says nothing, which might as well be a confirmation.

"A mob hit?"

You can only see the bottom half of his face in his mask. His mouth looks vaguely impressed, pitched to the side.

You recall, "He slipped a USB into my clutch on Saturday. He must've done it when I wasn't paying attention or something."

You remember Jake's arm around your shoulders, his lips warm on your cheek, on your hairline.

"He left me a video. He said..."

Trust Bradshaw and Batman. No one else. Everyone else is on a payroll, kid. You suck in a breath and do your best not to cry again. Moisture stings your eyes. Damn.

"He knew, didn't he? He was making plans. He must've known."

You know what Jake would say now.

Everyone wants to kill a District Attorney in Gotham, Lucky. We might as well make, 'Mob bosses want me dead,' the new re-election slogan.

You can almost hear his voice, can almost see his grin.

Bradley nods. "Someone always wants to kill a good D.A., but yeah, Jake knew. He always knew."

You scoff.

Of course, Jake knew.

Jake knew and didn't run. Didn't enter protective custody. Didn't do anything but show up in the court room and smile in the faces of the men who wanted him dead. Damn him and his reckless righteousness. Damn him.

"Hey, Lucky..." Bradley looks sideways into the shadows. "You should probably call in sick for the rest of the week." You look at him sharply, and Bradley holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "You could be in danger. These are dangerous people. We don't know who exactly Jake pissed off."

You could almost laugh. Who didn't Jake piss off?

"He'd want you to be safe, is all," Bradley finishes, stuffing his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched. Moonlight glints off of the silver badge at his hip.

You look at him dully. "Jake didn't run. Why should I?"

"And now Jake's dead," Bradley says softly.

And now Jake is dead.

He won't ruffle your hair or grab you coffee in the mornings. He's dead. He's dead.

You abruptly shake your head, almost robotically. Cross your arms.

"I'm an Assistant District Attorney. I can help."

"No," Bradley responds immediately. "For all we know, someone in the DA's office is crooked. You start poking around all of the sudden and..."

He doesn't need to finish that sentence. You could end up like Jake.

You bite down on your lip and cast your gaze into the shadows. "You. What'd Jake say I'd do?"

Batman looks at you, serious and searching, for a long moment, which feels even longer under his gaze. "You'd help. He said, if something were to happen to him, you'd help."

You hold his gaze. "Then I'll help."

And out of the corner of your eye, Bradley sighs.

Bradley leaves before you. He gets a call and heads downstairs – but not before offering to have one of his men drive you home whenever you're ready, which makes you smile weakly.

You expect him to leave soon after. You're surprised when Batman lingers.

You ignore him, mostly, watching the glittering snow dance and glimmer and fall in the wind, pinpricks of reflected light in the darkness, almost like stars.

"He..."

And Batman hesitates.

And damn, isn't that something? Isn't it something to see a masked vigilante – a feared predator, a scourge of the underworld – measure his words?

"He was... a good man. He was my friend. I'm sorry."

You stare. You don't blink. You barely even breathe.

"Thank you."

He dips his chin in a nod – his strong chin – and in the edges of the brightness pouring from the spotlight on the roof of the GCPD building – which bears his symbol, a sign of hope and fear, depending on who bears witness – you swear you catch a glimpse of blue in his eyes.

Before you can look closer, can step closer, Batman is gone, melting into the shadows again, disappearing into the dark and bleak night in a rush of wind.

Standing here alone – without him – feels even colder somehow.

note: will i wish i'd edited this in the morning? probably. do i care right now? not at all. also, down comes the night is now the official name for this universe, which i love, but of course, batman bob is always acceptable 😌

summoning a few friends who might be interested: @sometimesanalice @roosterbruiser @callsignspark @rhettabbotts @yanna-banana @ryebecca @withahappyrefrain

[pinkiemachine]

BatFamily Animation! (Featuring Stephanie’s Sass!)

[daily-bruce-wayne]

[incorrectbatfam]

Dick: I have a complicated relationship with zombies. They’re dangerous, but I love their swagger.

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Michelle Pfeiffer's Catwoman costume from Batman Returns (1992)