#batman fan fic

[outercrasis]

wip wednesday

Thanks for the tag @moonlight-prose 💕 I usually don't participate because I haven't been writing as often but I figured why not this week?

Here's a yet to be titled Battinson fic (maybe, possibly, theoretically a part 2 to my previous Battinson fic 👀)

Beyond the living room, your father was at the stove stirring a pot. Bruce imagined it was some kind of soup – perfect for the frosty autumn nights that were settling in. You often wrote about how much you loved your dad's cooking and helping him in the kitchen. That night, you weren't playing sous chef.

Off to the left, your mother sat at the kitchen table. She had a few clothing items folded beside her and what looked to be your father's jacket in her hands. The binoculars weren’t strong enough to see clearly, but it looked like she was sewing a patch on the sleeve.

A chill stronger than the cold breeze blew through him. What would his mother and father be doing on this night?

Half a lifetime ago, he sat on the floor of the den with the fireplace crackling and soft music playing. He had just started reading The Hardy Boys much to his father's joy. I loved these books when I was your age, chum. Bruce leaned back against his mother's legs, her hands preoccupied with her latest embroidery. He remembers his father joking that her hands were steadier than his own and that she should consider being the surgeon in the household.

Three weeks later they laid lifeless in a dirty alleyway. His mother's embroidery was never finished. He didn't pick up a Hardy Boys book again.

If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged 😌

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason (crossing his arms with attitude): What are you going to do? I refuse to apologize.

Bruce stared at Jason in shock, and in his anger, he made a decision that every parent dreads.

Bruce (stern tone): You are grounded!

Jason (this is a whole adult, defiant): You can't ground me!

Bruce (firmly): Grounded!

Jason (shouting, confused): But I don't even live here!

Bruce turned Jason around and pointed to the stairs leading to his old room. Jason was too stunned to respond.

Bruce (stern, but calm): Tonight. Your room. Grounded!

Jason (stammering): I- I- Wait- This isn't fair!

Bruce (scolding parent voice): I'm very disappointed in you. Now go to your room. I'm only doing this because I care for you. Grounded.

Jason (face turning red with anger and sadness): This is some bullshit!

Jason stomped upstairs and slammed the door to his old room. The sound of random items being tossed around echoed through the house.

Bruce (indifferent): He'll work it out of his system. I'm going to bed.

Dick (looking at Tim, then Bruce as he heads upstairs): Did you just ground a 23-year-old?

Tim (surprised): And did it work?

Bruce: You forget I'm Batman.

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

So you know when you're writing a scene where the hero is carrying an injured person and you realize you've never been in this situation and have no idea how accurate the method of transportation actually is?

Oh boy, do I have a valuable resource for you!

Here is a PDF of the best ways to carry people depending on the situation and how conscious the injured person needs to be for the carrying position.

Literally a life saver.

(No pun intended.)

[multiverseworm]

No because, I can totally picture Damian getting unsolicited advice from each of the batkids when they hear he’s going on a date. All of them having a completely different idea of what that entails😭

Steph: Remember to always offer your hoodie, even if she’s taller than you. We girls like that.

Damian: we’re in the middle of June, Brown. In what world do you think is appropriate to bring a piece of clothing designed for cold weather when it’s 90° degrees outside?

…

Duke: Everyone loves a good joke, it’s a good way to break the ice as well.

Damian: Thank you, Thomas. That also works as a great way to defeat Mr. Freeze if he ever decides to escape Arkham.

…

Cass: *explaining in full detail how to look for signs that his date is not interested anymore through body language*

Damian: *taking extensive notes about it*

…

Tim: Don’t forget to find out everything about her and her background.

Damian: *visibly offended* Who do you think I am, Drake? An Amateur? I obviously already did that. Full report is in the batcomputer files.

…

Babs: Just don’t do anything Dick tells you.

Damian: …

…

Dick: Did Babs actually say that? Whatever, just remember to be polite, make her laugh, pay for the meal and walk her home.

*makes a pause*

Dick: Bruce already gave you “the talk”, right? If not, this is about to get veeery awkward…

Damian: *mutters curses in Arabic*

…

Damian: Todd, do you have a minute? I need your assistance in getting intel for a mission.

Jason: Does this mission involve the date everyone else has been so eagerly talking about? *smirks devilish*

Damian: …

Jason: …

Damian: You read Austen, you have the greatest intel of them all to fill me in on this assignment.

Jason: Sit down and listen close, little spawn. Here’s what you’re gonna do if you want that girl to have the best date she’s ever gonna get.

[enigmaris]

A continuation of this post:

There is a teenager in the Watchtower.

Scratch that, there is a teenager that Bruce doesn't know in the Watchtower. The boy, maybe around Tim's age, is wearing worn blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes that had seen better days.

He is wearing no mask, no suit of armor, with no weapons on him. He's just sitting in one of the seats in their larger meeting room, quite literally twiddling his thumbs. He hadn't noticed Batman standing in the doorway.

Behind him, he heard Clark coming round the corner, Bruce lifted up a gloved hand which made the man stop.

"What is it, Bats?"

Bruce sent the man a look before motioning to the boy, who had definitely noticed them now.

He waved at them.

"Who is that? Don't you normally require all your new kids wear costumes up here?" Clark asked.

"Unknown." Bruce said before giving his friend a look. "He's not mine."

Why does everyone assume it's his kid? Just because this boy has dark hair and blue eyes does not mean he belongs to Bruce. Clark has nearly the same looks as Bruce, and he had two kids, why couldn't this one be one of his?

"He's not mine either!" Clark said before frowning. "Not that I know of."

Bruce lifted up an eyebrow, knowing his friend could see it beneath his cowl. Clark rolled his eyes.

"Let's be honest if he was one of mine, you would know before I would."

Bruce grunted and turned back to the teenager. The kid was clearly listening in on them while looking away from them. Bruce watched as he tapped on the table in front of him, making little staccato noises of anxiety.

"Why are we waiting out here?" Barry asked, appearing right in a blur of red and yellow right as he did. Clark pointed at the unknown in the meeting room. Barry grinned widely beneath his own cowl, making the rubbery material crinkle.

"Batsy! Another one? You sly dog, where'd you find this one?"

"He's not mine." Bruce growled, Barry actually froze for a moment, shock slowing him down to normal speed for a moment.

"Nice joke, Bats. If he's not yours, then whose is he?"

Bruce clenched his jaw, Barry looked between the two of them, head flipping rapidly until he realized it wasn't a joke. In the corner of his eye, he could see that the unknown was openly staring at them with a smile forming on his face.

"We are in space." Barry hissed. "How'd a random kid get in here?"

"Excuse me?"

Behind the three hero pile up, Arthur arrived. The King looked less than pleased at having his way impeded.

"I come to these bi-monthly meetings due to their importance. I have an entire kingdom to manage, so if we could all move?"

"Bats has a new kid!" Barry nearly shouted.

"He's not mine!" Bruce growled while Arthur looked up and over Barry to see the unknown.

"Do we have a security breach?" Arthur asked.

"He's not yours yet!" Barry said at the same time, lifting up a finger and pointing it right at Bruce's face.

"We don't know who it is or how they got here." Clark said. "He doesn't seem hostile."

"Appearances can be deceiving, Superman." Arthur said , pursing his lips. Bruce turned to see that the boy had now waved in greeting at Arthur and Barry. Barry waved back.

"Are we having a hallway party or something?" Captain Marvel asked. "A party sounds waaaay more fun than a meeting, no offense Batman."

"We have an intruder, Captain." Arthur said pointing directly at the kid.

The kid's eyes widened and he looked behind himself before pointing at his own chest in surprise.

"He doesn't seem like an intruder?" Marvel said with a frown. "What if he's lost?"

"The watchtower is a secure facility, people don't get here by accident." Bruce said.

"I dunno, Batman." Marvel shrugged. "We have aliens, magicians, and time travelers on our team. He could be lost."

Bruce refused to admit the genial man had a point, the unknown could be from anywhere or anywhen. From further down the hallway, John and Diana appeared, walking together. Diana was holding a glass filled with one of Barry's chocolate protein shakes. John nodded in greeting at the group.

"We have an intruder Wonder Woman." Arthur said.

Diana looked through the crowd before shaking her head.

"Nonsense. He has permission to be here. Come, we should sit for the meeting."

Diana muscled her way through the crowd, still carrying the glass. She walked directly over to the unknown. The boy perked up, smiling widely as Diana held out the glass for him

"Thanks, i was getting hungry." The boy said before taking a large gulp of the shake, Diana smiled down at the boy, resting her hand in his dark hair.

"Woah. Plot twist." Barry whispered.

"Come on, let's get to the bottom of this." Clark said walking into the room, following the path Diana took.

The rest of the League followed suit, taking their assigned seats around the table. Bruce wasn't surprised to see that the unknown was sitting in an extra chair right next to Diana.

"To start the meeting." Diana said onc everyone was seated. "I do have some news to share."

"Yeah, I sure hope so." Marvel said in that strange, joking tone he used as if he were quoting something, not that Bruce had ever been able to recognize the quotes.

"I would like to introduce the Justice League to my son, Daniel of Themyscira." Diana said, putting her arm around the unknown and squeezing him to her side.

"Hi." Daniel said, waving at the group, his cheeks a bit red.

Immediately, there was an uproar from most everyone in the League. Questions and shouts of confusion, shock, and denial. Diana only allowed the noise for a few moments before she slammed her fist onto the table hard enough to crack it.

"Enough!" She shouted, quickly quelling the group. "I will not allow my decision to bring my son here be questioned."

She glared at them fiercely, still holding Daniel to her side. The boy had ducked down a bit with the shouting but was now looking up at Diana with adoration.

"This entire team, aside from Captain Marvel, has brought their young charges to the League." Diana continued, looking at each of them. "Superman has brought up two Superboys, Aquaman introduced to us Aqualad, Flash has both Impulse and Kid Flash, Martian Manhunter came to us with Miss Martian. I do not believe we even have time to list all of Batman's brood."

Barry had the audacity to snort at Diana's last point. That actually eased the tension and people relaxed. Diana leaned back into her seat.

"I would think that my team of many years would trust my judgment in bringing my son here. I assure you he is well into his training and more than competent. I will allow you all to ask your questions now."

Bruce cleared his throat near silently and spoke up first.

"What does he know?"

Diana didn't look impressed at his question. Daniel looked at her face before frowning at Bruce, clearly following his mother's lead.

"I have spoken at length about the League and how we work together. I assure you that i have not revealed any identities shared in confidence with me." Diana's tone made it clear she was offended that Bruce would accuse her of revealing their identities. He barely kept from wincing.

"Uhm. How did he... come to be?" Clark asked, clearly not wanting to ask any truly intimate details.

"In the way all children do." Diana said, giving Clark a look of his own.

That answer was not very helpful given that Diana was formed from clay by her mother. Had she taken a pottery class when he wasn't looking? Unless the boy was much older than he appeared, there was no way Diana had hidden a pregnancy from them 15 or so years ago.

"Why haven't we heard of him before now?" Arthur asked.

"Daniel was training with Pandora, one of the elders of Themyscira, she sent him here when he learnt all she had to teach. He joined me in the world of man only a few months ago." Diana answered simply.

"Uh. Excuse my ignorance." Barry said in a tone that made it clear he was about to say something very ignorant indeed. "But I thought your family only had women in it?"

This time Daniel answered, looking nervous.

"I'm. I'm trans actually." he answered, while rubbing his arm nervously.

"Which is completely fine and something that will not leave this room." Diana said, her voice comforting towards her son while her eyes promised hellfire to the heroes in the room.

Everyone made noises of agreement until Daniel relaxed, going back to smiling.

"Excuse me Wonder Woman, will Daniel be wanting to join any of the other, younger teams?" Captain Marvel asked, sounding excited at the idea.

Which of course he would, he was still acting Den Mother for Young Justice and loving it.

"That is up to him. For now I would like to keep him to myself for a while longer, but once he is further trained by myself I think it would be a splendid opportunity."

"Yes!" Daniel agreed before clearing his throat. "I mean, that'd be cool or whatever."

"We can discuss it in the future." Bruce allowed, knowing that it would probably happen sooner than Diana would want knowing how both the Teen Titans and Young Justice were. Danny nodded eagerly at that.

"Finish your food." Diana told Daniel before looking back up at the rest of the team. "Are there any more questions?"

"Does Daniel have any health requirements or powers we need to be aware of?" John asked. "Or is his physiology the same as your own?"

"His powers are vastly different from my own. It is one of the reasons Pandora had taken on his training in the beginning." Diana answered easily. "The facilities and resources we have here should work well for him in case of injury."

The knowledge that Daniel's powers were so different from Diana's that she didn't feel comfortable training him herself was worrisome. Amazons, as far as he knew, had relatively similar powersets. Although he had not heard of Pandora before, perhaps she was specialized?

"I do have, what's it called? An enhanced metabolism. Most stuff here doesn't work on me."

"Don't worry son. We have plenty of medications designed with metas in mind." Clark told Danny. "If it works on me and your mom, it willl work for you."

"Cool."

"What all can you do?" Captain Marvel asked.

Daniel turned to look at Diana who nodded. The boy then looked back at them and started listing his powers.

"I can fly. Not as fast as mom's invisible jet but pretty fast. I'm super strong. I can turn invisible and intangible."

"Intangible?" Clark asked.

"It is an ability similar to Martian Manhunter's density shifting." Diana clarified. "The mechanisms are different."

Magical, most likely, instead of John's more science based power. Bruce would have to come up with more contingencies to compensate for that.

"Yeah intangibility is pretty cool." Daniel told them. "Althought when i first got it, it was pretty scary. I kept falling through stuff. I was almost afraid I'd start falling through the whole planet by accident. I totally have it under control now though."

"I would be interested in comparing our abilities, Daniel." John said, nodding his head towards him. The boy beam excitedly.

"Yeah!"

"Not in the Watchtower." Diana warned, voice stern.

Yes, that was probably sensible. Danny agreed with his mother, and John clarified that he would be happy to meet up planetside at their convenience.

"Are those all of your abilities?" Barry asked, Daniel shook his head.

"No there are a bunch more. But I'm not supposed to use them for a while."

"Why?"

"My son is powerful, but he has relied on his powers far too much in the past." Diana said, sounding porud enough to make her son blush. "Right now, I am training his melee abilities, we have agreed to a temporary pause until he has met my standards."

"It's been super tough. Mom's making me practice with her sword all the time." Danny added on.

"My mother will be sending on your own weapon soon." Diana soothed. "Hephestes does not like to be rushed."

"I know mom."

Diana reached up and ruffled her son's hair. Daniel leaned into the affection with a smile.

"Are there any further questions?" Diana asked, when no one had anything immediately she nodded. "Good. Is there any further business? If not, I would like to take my son home for a proper meal."

Everyone looked at each other. Bruce had wanted to discuss some of his findings, but with Diana's reveal, it hardly seemed important any longer. Bruce was going to need to do a lot of research and planning. He wondered if he should get Tim involved or if he should hold off. The League agreed to end the meeting early, Diana stood.

"Come Daniel. We should get to the jet."

Daniel scrambled up and followed his mother out of the meeting room, his worn sneakers squeaking a bit on the flooring. The rest of the League sat in silence for a moment taking in what Diana had told them.

Wonder Woman had a child. A child with powers beyond her own.

Daniel popped back into the room before anyone could speak.

"Gosh, I am sorry I almost forgot. Mr. Batman, I have something for you."

Daniel walked right over to Bruce, who stared at him from underneath the cowl. The boy was not nearly as confident as his mother when it came to his glare. He cringed a bit, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, silver and green flash drive. He placed it on the table and stepped back.

"What is that?"

"Mom told me you like to make contingencies for everyone. In case they go crazy or whatever. So..." The boy motioned to the drive with his hand. "I mean, it'd be weird if i made my own plans, but like, you could do it. That has all my powers and weaknesses and stuff."

Bruce grabbed the flash drive and the boy looked pleased.

"Okay! I gotta go. It was awesome meeting you guys!"

Daniel turned on his heel and ran out of the room. Bruce looked down at the flash drive, doing his best to hide his shock. No one has ever just handed him a list of their weaknesses before.

"I dunno Bats, are you sure he's not yours?" Barry asked.

[spicy-apple-pie]

Does this have a point? Yes. I wanted to see more soft dad Bruce and more of early Damian forced into accepting affection because he's sick.

Edit: this isn’t part of the adopted Damian au, this is canon Damian. He’s just so out of it because of the fever

Commission Info / Kofi

[whatmyhandsandmybodydone]

How Identity Fics Usually Go:

Clark Kent: It's curious how your company has supported anti-gun violence campaigns under pseudo non-protfits

Bruce Wayne: *well isn't he a preceptive/annoying little reporter* *pretends to be drunk and horny* Hey little mama lemme whisper in yo ear

Clark Kent: I just wanted a quote for the Daily Planet?...

Superman: can't wait to be working with you! :)))

Batman: Don't speak to me unless spoken to

Superman: Jeez there's no need to be brusque -- where'd he go??? Wtf? He was right in front of me!

Batman: please find cover and stay out of sight

Clark Kent: yes daddy--I mean Batman sir yes I'll get out of your way

Bruce Wayne: If I knew I was getting kidnapped today and then saved by Superman I would've worn my good suit

Superman: Are you always this...forward?

Bruce Wayne: Only around handsome big men :)

[thedevilundercover]

Yk what dc definitely needs? An ao3 cameo bc have you seen your fan base, there is definitely some rando writing Batman/Brucie fics in Gotham because Batman Is Not beating the sugar baby allegations.

And have you seen the fucking batfam, Jason writes BatBruce fanfics whenever he feels Chaotic and Tim edits them whenever he get pissed at Bruce

Now I really want to see like fandom wars in the DCU but it's just the Batkids fighting for their ship bc they want [blank superhero] as their step parent

Imagine going on Tumblr and it's just like the same 10 blogs threatening each other because they don't agree with who's fucking batman? It'd be hilarious

Twitter fic this Twitter fic that, what about tumblr fics, huh?

[geneticdriftwood]

persephone's in hell; a rooftop conversation

for @mysterycitrus

persephone's in hell, @mysterycitrus // white winter hymnal, fleet foxes // assorted dc comics

[vanillagoatly]

Duke Thomas's final design! His hero suit was surprisingly harder to draw, andithink its because of how simple it looks in all of the comic references i used. I did spice it up a little bit, but let me know what you all think!

[petsdenonne]

Workplace benefits

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+, NSFW, Cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, spanking, breeding kink.

Word Count: 651

Summary: Being Bruce Waynes personal assistant is a lot more fun than you imagined.

✨MASTERLISTS✨

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When you had applied to work at Wayne enterprises as a bushy tailed, freshly graduated business student you had pictured yourself getting a low-down role which mainly involved you getting coffee for others and being given shit working hours, you had not pictured yourself becoming Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant.

What you also had not pictured was your skirt bunching at your hips whilst riding him as he sat in his chair at his desk.

Bruces hands squeezed your thighs as he brought you down into his lap as you bounced, pulling down roughly to draw you against him each time. Your arse smacking the top of his thighs as his cock stretched your lips to accommodate him. Quickly moving one hand away he pulled the collar of your blouse aside to sloppily kiss your neck, grumbly moans vibrating against your skin.

"God...Fuck...Bruce" You mewled out, even if he wouldn't admit it, he loved hearing how soft and needy you got when he had his cock inside you. You switched from the strict, tight lipped woman that no one can mess with to a twitching, melted mess once he was done with you.

"That's it, baby girl. Squeeze my cock, just like that" He huffed out and began to thrust up against your bounces as he left a firm smack on your behind, causing you to cry out when you felt the stinging sensation of his palm. Smirking, Bruce moved his attention from your neck and traced his lips along your jaw. Once he got to his intended destination he forced his tongue into your mouth, tracing the muscle along yours before he hungrily began to kiss you. Broken moans escaped your lips as he angled your hips down into him, your clit dragging again his groin every time your hips rocked.

After a few more movements you felt the tight knot that had been building in your stomach getting close to snapping. Looking into his heavy eyes as you whimpered and moaned you quickly came to your high. Your walls spasming around his cock as you twitched and shook against him.

“That’s it, good girl, such a good girl”

Once you had finished he quickly grabbed your waist tightly in his hands and moved you so that you were no longer in his lap, you were now laying on your back on his solid oak desk. The cold polished wood a shock to your naked behind. Before your brain could register the different position he was already stood up and thrusting back into you again.

With each rock of his hips you could feel the tip of his cock dragging along the bundle of nerves within your walls that were already overwhelmed.

“God, look at you, cock drunk already” Bruce whispered out, bracing himself on the desk either side of you before he placed a hand down on your stomach, adding light pressure to increase the feel of him settling in deeply, and to stop you from shifting off the table as he sped up.

Your name hissing from his mouth through clenched teeth as he pumped into you over and over and over again with quick, rough strokes. The ripples of pleasure that you had been feeling suddenly turned into an avalanche as you hit your high for a second time.

A greedy smirk on his face as he watched you come undone underneath him. “That’s it, god, I’m gonna cum, baby girl. I’m going to pump you full”

Feeling him release as he came, moaning your name amongst a growl Bruce finally pulled out of you. His remnants dripping out as he watched it.

Reaching over to the box of tissues he kept near his monitor he knelt down to clean you up. Leaving soft caring kisses along your thighs to bring you down slowly.

“I think we will have to schedule in another work review soon”

[trashmakerarticle]

I think the best Timmy angst is during the time Jason was dead and Bruce an dick continuously mistake him for Jason at random times. It’s always, chum, sweetheart, my boy, little wing, jay, Jason, but never Tim. they say his name like Tim doesn’t even exist, like he wasn’t there, like he was Jason. He tells himself that they are grieving, that they’ll get better at remembering his name. give it time, they lost a son and a brother. But it hurts to know that he really is a replacement, only there to lessen the grief and resentment they have. And it hurts.

if y’all’s got fics with them calling Tim Jason I need it PLEASE I BEG

[gothamite-rambler]

Tim: He said it's obvious that Jason only has one night stands.

Bruce spat out his drink, laughing that grew louder to the point he had to place a hand on the counter top.

Bruce: I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's hahahahahaha!

Jason (offended): Okay, it's not that funny.

Bruce: I care about you Jason and that's how I know you aren't a one night stand man. Oh God it hurts to laugh but it's worth it!

Tim: Where did he even get that idea from?

Jason covered his face with his book, blushing.

Tim: You made him believe that?

Jason: I wanted to look cool! Damn, Bruce stop laughing!

[dragonpyre]

Just. Fem Jason

Commission info ko-fi

[emperorsfoot]

A tired wildlife rescue worker, coffee in hand, walks out in the morning and finds Superman hovering outside, holding a struggling badger in his arms. Superman is uninjured, but his costume is all torn up, his hair is messy, and Superman looks like (even though he's invulnerable and can't be hurt) he lost this fight.

The tired wildlife rescuer has to wonder where and how Superman crossed paths with a badger.

-cut away, several hours earlier-

Bruce is having his Alfred-mandated 'normal' bonding time with his kids, tossing a ball around the backyard. Bruce is 37-hours without sleep and running off energy drinks that would be outlawed anywhere else besides America, he fumbles the ball and has to go get it.

He finds a badger on his property instead.

Batman is very good at sizing up an opponent. He recognizes that this is a fight he should not pick.

He pulls out his phone. "Hey, Clark, you're good with animals, right?"