#batman / OC

[gl1tchr]

tehe stinky crow vincent is so goofy, does maze bully him. maze should bully him.

CLOSE!!! he's madly in love with him

[cutebat]

Something that I randomly drew cause I was bored...

(Please do NOT steal my art)

[lovelybatfamily]

The batkids says: Happy Batman day!!

[thrushforreal]

Cassie: Tim? Are you wearing your running bottoms and your hoodie?

Kon: Tim are you going running?

Tim: *nods and leaves*

Bernard: Have fun 🥰

Cassie, Kon, and Trace share a Look

Kon: Oh my Rao. What is wrong with Tim right now?

Trace: Yeah, what happened. Are you guys okay?

Bernard: Tim is going for a run. If anything, we should be asking what is right with him.

Cassie: He only goes running if he's upset. And he's wearing his sad hoodie, and by the looks of it, it's been washed. Which is bone chilling!

Bernard: He's fine. Everything's okay.

Bart: *rushing in the door with drinks* I just passed Tim, on the street, running! On purpose! Om My God!

Bernard: maybe I was wrong.

Bart: *through the open window* Tim!? Are you okay? I see you! And I love you!

Bernard: In my defense, no one here emotes in a normal way.

Kon: That's fair.

[admiral-morgana]

Fear instillation with vampiric consumption elements on omens part probably takes some getting used to

[solongandgoodnightxoxo]

Me when a bunch of specimen say kiss kiss bang bang for 4 minutes

[rroechan]

BATS & THE BIRDS

Batman + Robin!Fan-character

more doodles here

rambles under the cut

Idan's age is only slightly younger Jason in the main storyline, plus the lad is a gothamine, born and raised, so what's stopping bats from taking the kid in?

For the ones who dont know abt Idan, he's a DC oc who's a sorcerer. He doesn't find out he's got magic blood until he fucked around with his friends and accidentally genuinely summoned a demon (his blood is his main source of magic and contains all sorts of fuckey magic properties) of whom revealed to him his magic heritage, given to him by his mom. More details about the lad here.

Baseline of this version of Idan is that

He's the 3rd Robin, coming in soon after Jason's death

Instead of just his mother, both his parents end up dead (robin moment) via the demon he summoned by pure accident

He lives a crash course on how to use magic, survive demons, make deals, tries not going totally insane, survive being homeless in general, etc etc

All of that before he gets found by Bats. Idan, done with life, decides to Fuck Around (offers his wares to batman. Semi implies he knows Bat's identity (he doesn't). Outright says he's like 14-15) and Finds Out when Bats gives chase because there's a magic child on the loose.

Idan is still running around cause he dont want any business in allat until Jason revives. Idan finds out

Cue Idan telling B this, B not totally believing that but decides this would probably be a good way to adopt keep an eye on the kid so he offers Idan a place in Wayne Manor

In exchange, Idan helps find Jason under the guise of being a new Robin

shenanigans ensue

Other notes

Zatanna is an old friend of B. B calls in a favour to her to teach Idan and make sure the kid doesn't spontaneously combust

Also retroactively training Idan not to rely on his magic so much. To use it as a backup plan if all else fails. Does not stop Idan from being showy about it, however

It's fine, the gotham criminals just think this Robin simply equipped himself with a concealed flamethrower and Batman allowed it for some god forsaken reason

Idan's business ventures still continue, as well, only now with the supervision of two dissapproving adults. Alfred tend to be the one to hook up onr of those blood collection bags to Idan (much to his dismay but he'd rather this than Idan do it himself)

I'll make another post with more details about this AU

until then, thanks for reading

+ bonus bats without Idan

[brokenpieces-72]

Echo

Note: I have been working on this oc for a while, and there's a lot I wanted to do with them. This story is oc reader insert, so I leave the name open but the hero name is already established.

CW: Foster system (abuse of it), injured reader, financial abuse, car crash, let me know if I missed anything.

You know that feeling when everything seems to be falling apart? You’ve had it before, when you lost your parents and separated from your sibling in the foster system. You feel it now too along with plenty of soreness from your injuries.

You lay in the hospital bed, with your cracked phone screen. Foster parents hadn’t seen any of your texts and no phone calls had been answered. You messaged your sibling but they wouldn’t be able to make it to you. Your friends were either stuck at work or asleep right now. The nurses and doctor suggested calling a lawyer for yourself, since the other driver is a lawyer and his family wants to press charges. Insurance company has you covered for any other surgery or treatment they need to do so no need to contact them.

Still, you stare at your phone screen staring at the small text message history you have. You could try. He might be busy, but you could try. While your boss wasn’t the softest or kindest person, he still cared. Many not a lot, but at least a little. Then again, maybe it would be a chance for him to stop mentoring you, and go solo again. The pros and cons fight over what to say in the text. Regardless you wouldn't be out of hospital for a while so he needed to know that.

E: Hey boss, sorry but I can’t come in to work for the next couple days.

You shut your phone off after sending it. Then you turn it back on again, debating whether to delete it, edit it, or leave it. Honestly with the drugs in your system, it’s a little hard to make proper decisions. You know he’ll ask, you know he’ll be hard on you for reckless driving, but he’s all you’ve got right now. Right now you just need another person with you, even if they’re somewhat of a stranger.

Your phone rings. Holy crap it can still do calls? Whatever not the point. You answer the call without paying attention to the screen, though you briefly see the name. This would not be pleasant.

“Hello?” You answered, before coughing. Maybe you could cover up your sore voice as a sick one.

“What's going on?” Your boss asked.

“Uhh… can I…” you pause a lot, the war still going on, and fighting over your vocal cords. To your boss's credit he’s patient right now. Finally, you get something out. “Are you on patrol?”

You rub your head, praying you don’t have a headache coming on. Your boss takes a moment to answer.

“Yes why?” He asked. He sounds irritated. You don’t want a lecture when he gets here.

“Nevermind. Forget it.” You say quickly.

“Outlaw, answer the question.” He said.

“… I…” you swallowed. “I’m in hospital. No one can make it, and… was wondering if you could come see me?”

There’s silence again and you shut your eyes. This was a bad idea. You hear a sigh over the phone, and regret sinks in.

“Forget it, I’ll be fi-“

“On my way, give me a few minutes. Do you need anything?” Your boss asked.

“Maybe a change of clothes.” You suggest. “That’s kind of it.”

He hangs up, and you sigh. He was gonna lecture you, but at least he was coming. Especially if they needed to do more surgery. God knows your fosters wouldn’t come anytime soon.

Jason Todd arrived at the hospital, jacket on, hood up, and a small backpack with a change of clothes for you. Trying to see you as your boss likely wouldn’t work very well, but seeing you as your brother could pass. He approaches the desk where a nurse is typing away. The nurse looked up, seeing him almost towering over her.

“Here to see Y/N L/N.” he asked.

“Down that hall, room 168.” The nurse instructed. Jason made his way down the hall, keeping an eye out for the room. He stopped himself just outside your door, ensuring the face mask he brought covered his face. His eyes were uncovered, but the hood shielded them enough. Then he overheard you on the phone.

“It was an accident, I swear I did-no it wasn’t for attention. I was just-“ you tried to get a word in as your foster parents demanded to know why they were getting medical bills. Jason steps in, quietly as you continued to plead innocent. “I just went out to meet a friend, I wasn't even drinking. Insurance money will cover it, I checked. I'm not asking you to cover it, I'm just telling y-...Okay. I'll transfer the mon-I'll take it out when I get the chance.”

You’re on the phone getting yelled at until they finally hang up. Your head is down, and you're holding back tears. When you looked up you nearly jumped out of bed, seeing the large figure that had come into your room. The red hoodie was a dead giveaway. Jason stepped in and set the bag down nearby.

“What happened?” He asked, not bothering with a greeting.

“Car accident… don’t quite remember. I swear I was driving on the right side, and I tried to move out of the way, but…” you trailed off.

“At least you’re alive.” He pointed out.

“Yeah so I can get medical bills, foster parents barking at me, no car for the next who knows how long, and now I even have to get a lawyer because the family of the other driver says it was all my fault, and I won’t be able to go to work or go on patrol or even train.” You say, trying to keep the lump in your throat down. The last thing you wanted was to start sobbing.

Jason sits in a nearby chair. “You’ll need more than a couple days.”

“The couple days is just for me to get out of hospital, the rest I can do easily enough.” You say, shrugging. As if shrugging really got rid of the weight of everything. Red Hood needed Echo, they were close to a breakthrough in a fighting and drug ring.

“You need rest.” Jason told you.

“For a couple days, then I’ll be back on my feet. The next load is coming Thursday, I'll be fine by then.” You said firmly, but there was a crack in your voice from emotion. Sidelining is the last thing you want. You’ve worked too hard for him to take you out of the game. Jason is quiet in the chair. It looks like he staring at the floor or the bed but you know he’s looking at you under his hood. You refuse to break.

Jason knows you are though. You’re tired, you’re injured, you have morphine in your blood stream, and financially you’re fucked. When he sighs, you think it’s pointed towards you and your stubbornness. It’s not. He realizes that you’ve been carrying a lot more than he thought. Now he has to call for a favour, one he didn’t want to ask for.

“Kid, right now, you are unfit to fight-don’t interrupt.” He said, holding his hand up, before you could argue. “You’re injured, you’re stressed, and you’ll be distracted. The last thing I want is your death on my conscious because I let you get yourself killed.”

“I don’t need to be sidelined.” You said, your voice breaking.

“You’re being benched for your own good. When you’re ready to get back into the game, I’ll pull you in. Don’t rush it but don’t waste time.” Red Hood ordered. You nodded. It’s a bit of a relief, since you haven’t had much time for regular life, let alone time for yourself.

“How long do I have?” You asked. Of course you wanted to be on a time limit. Jason did it to you for a lot of your training, whether it was posting up or reaching a checkpoint.

“Knowing shit like this, it will take maybe a week or so until you’re out of here.” Jason thought out loud.

“Then I have to get a lawyer which is a week or so, I have enough money… I should. I can do that while I’m recovering, and then I have work, and my side job. Chores, extra because I’ll be away. Then getting my vehicle repaired which will take a while…” your voice broke again thinking about the work you had after you leave the hospital.

“Hey.” Jason said. You looked up at him and it’s the first time you’ve seen his eyes. They were more natural than you thought. For some reason you thought they’d be red or maybe yellow. “This isn’t a fight, focus on what’s in front of you. I’ll give you a month.”

“I won’t need a month.” You said, take a deep breath to calm yourself.

“You’re getting one. Consider it mandatory vacation or something.” Jason said.

You want to thank him, and hug him but you’re a little incapable. The relief is massive wave, almost drowning you. You look down at your broken phone, feeling it vibrate.

“Thank you.” You said, the tears finally breaking free from your eyes. You sniffle and wipe at them. “Sorry.”

“Just fucking cry kid. Your life is falling apart it’s a normal response.” Jason said.

You let out a small noise that he thinks is you laughing. You nod, wiping your eyes, and a small smile on your face. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you. You wouldn’t happen to know any lawyers would you?” You asked. Your phone vibrated and you checked it, seeing your friend had replied, saying he was close by.

“Recover for the first while, then worry about a lawyer.” Red Hood said. Jason notices you smile at your phone, and takes it as his cue to leave. “Rest. I’ll be in touch.”

Jason gets up, leaving the backpack. Once he steps into the hallway he sighs. He doesn’t want to make this call, he really doesn’t. But you’re his partner, his apprentice. Hell, you’re basically his Robin. Jason had a rough life. You might have what he didn’t, but that didn’t make your life perfect. He’d been pulled out of that struggle and sure it wasn’t perfect, but it was at the very least decent.

Once he’s out of the hospital, he dials on his phone. He didn’t want to but with the bs justice system Gotham has, you would need some help.

“Alfred?” Jason said, hearing a familiar older voice on the other end. “Is Bruce there? I need to talk to him.”

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[bluetortoist]

Yeah Oz! Stay in character!

Just two birbs playing. So glad I finally got to finish this. Enjoy the sillies!

[kingofthe7sins]

Nightscream: Yo, have you seen his outfit?

Monarch: 🤣

(An amazing commission by the awesome Lana_Belem_ on instagram)

[creaman]

DC OC || Macabre

Just realised I never posted ab my stupid mary sue of a DC OC so here it is.

Macabre, a shapeshifter. Unapologetically Halloween themed. It/they or she/he depending on the form. It can transform into anyone but does so by eye, so hidden personal details such as birthmarks and scars cannot be consistently replicated.

This is its horseman form. The cape is largely fleshy/liquid-ish and has tendrils sprouting out of it.

Its other main form is...

... That.

[mockingjaylad]

Ok let’s have another little art dump

I actually drew this ages ago and I can’t rmeber if I posted it here or not so..

My oc Apollo.. he is my son I love him I need to squish him till his eyes pop out he is so very important to me

Ermmmm Batman and Robin oc’s I made with my friend on my birthdayy just for funziess @wickedwizard1979 Nothing is super set in stone for George yet I didn’t really think about it heaps so he’ll probably change a lot (to be less like a dick Grayson copy hopefully 😔😔 unfortunately I am incredibly unoriginal)

(I drew anything blue or red and he drew anything green or orange :33)

[cutebat]

I just love @amorkuku 's Damian sm that I decided to draw some!

I added my little Batgirl cause why not.

[gl1tchr]

Ur riddler henchman oc is so silly, i imagine Them quary and echo painting eachothers nails while watching vine compliations idky

he looks like their freaky little brother who bites sjskjs

[thrushforreal]

In my version of the batfam, the kids, in their bat persona's, will give themselves alibis by going to the police and having them lock them up. No crime was committed, other than that of vigilantism, but every time, without fail, they are behind bars when the thing they need an alibi for goes down. Bruce isn't sure if he should be proud or frustrated, so he settles for a weird mixture of both and moves on with his day. The batkids are responsible for getting themselves out of jail, though, and sometimes that takes a bit. The longest it's taken was 2 and a half weeks for Jason, and that was because he forgot to clear his other, totally not real crimes, what are you talking about, from the police database. He now owes a favor to babs to be paid out at an unknown time.

[admiral-morgana]

They both need friends fr

Go try to talk to the weird kid who fell out that here portal over there, definitely won’t screw up any timelines.