#batsiblings

[incorrectbatfam]

Alfred: Why are you laying on the floor?

Tim: I lost something.

Alfred: What?

Tim: Balance.

[clerkwithamouth]

Every time I see a "Cass would hate Jason" post, I'm gonna post something of them being buds. So here ya go...

[shyjusticewarrior]

Tim to Jason in Knight Terrors Robin, a summary

[dragonpyre]

Damian: I am the blood son!

Tim: yeah, not really a point of pride

[venuslarkspur]

Teen Hero Shenanigans

Part 4

Lost And Found

Summary: Your Damian’s Twin Sister, after arriving 3 years after your brother, you never excepted to take the Robin mantle, until your brother runs away and you volunteer to take his place. Damian eventually returns and you are discharged from the role, after bottling up your anger you decide to go solo by running away and stealing the Batgirl. But you’re not alone, your sort of boyfriend joins you. The main problem is the boyfriend in question is your brother’s best friend, Jon Kent.

Warning: Wounds, pregnancy, mentions of abandonment, mentions of marriage, angst sort of. Toxic Al Ghul family.

Pairing: Jon Kent x Batsis (romantic), Batfamily x Batsis (platonic).

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“Are you feeling better now?” Jon asked, you were sat on your shared windowsill whilst he tended to your wounds. You tried to tend to his wounds too, but to be honest he had taken basically no damage; he was just trying to make you feel better. “All good now.” He said and let you lift your leg down, you looked down at your battered uniform. Seeing the beautiful purple fabric paired with the yellow symbol that you loved so much, it made you miss home. “I got the test, it’s in the bathroom for you.” He uttered, hitting his nails nervously

“Okay I’ll be right back, thanks.” You said and stood up, you kissed his forehead and disappeared into the bathroom. You were both acting, acting like everything was okay. Acting as if you were both mature adults who were ready for this, you weren’t. You were 2 days shy of your 16th birthday and Jon had only just turned 16. You pondered to yourself, that maybe if you had instead acted less like an adult and more like the child you actually are, this wouldn’t be happening. You noticed Jon had bought three tests, probably in case of a false negative. You unwrapped them and eventually did the job.

Finally came the moment of truth, you held the three tests below you, refusing to look. Your arm slung up against the sink next to you as you sat down. Praying to whoever was listening for this all to be foully, you took in a deep breath and breathed out again before lifting up all three tests. All of which read “pregnant.”

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You sat frozen as ice, just staring and struggling to comprehend; wondering if this was the price of you and Jon’s love. Or would this be a fatal mistake? A million thoughts came and raced through your mind: Has Damian already told father? What will your siblings do? What will your maternal family think?! Would they make you get rid of it? Could you even care for something so vulnerable when you yourself were so so vulnerable? Will Jon’s parents want nothing to do with you?

Most of the thoughts were preposterous and insane, normally you’d know that. But your hands sweated and your heat thumped all the same. You managed to climb of the toilet and yell “Jon!”

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“Oh gosh-I..I don’t know what to say.” Jon uttered, you both sat on the end of the bed; you held up your positive pregnancy tests. “Maybe that you aren’t gonna abandon me?” You said, coming off a bit harsh; logically you knew Jon wouldn’t do that, but your insecurity got the better of you. “I’m sorry, you’re right.” He bowed his head either in shame or sadness. You couldn’t tell which hurt you more. But what made you tear up was the thought of bringing your kid home, and giving them the childhood you wish you had; They would have so many people who would love them, unlike your childhood that seethed with deceit and rage.

“It’s gonna be fine- I mean, I think it will get easier as we get older.” He looked up to you again, you guessed he finally found the right things to say. “No I’m not gonna leave even if this whole thing is freaking me out a bit.” He said and rubbed the back of his head. “Jon, are we gonna get married?” You asked, looking at him with the gaze he found so soothing. “What?!” He jittered back slightly, not in hesitance but rather shock. His face looked so cute now, but you couldn’t understand what startled him so much. You had always assumed getting married was the safest option if you ever were impregnated, at least that’s what your grandfather said. You had to fight the urge to strike a match when you recalled to yourself the fact that your aunt Nyssa was born out of wedlock. But you resisted the urge.

“We aren’t even old enough to drive let alone get married.” He tells you quietly bowing his head slightly. “Oh..” You mutter under your breath, a bit sad but also grateful. “It’s not that I won’t want to one day, I think it would benefit our kid-gosh! that sounds weird to say…but anyways I want the same as you, I don’t want him or her having to travel between cities constantly.” He tells, moving back to his original spot. Your heart fluttered a bit, thank goodness for Lois Lane teaching Jon some responsibility; You excepted him to leave and get on with his life in all truth. “Sorry, it sounds like all that time in the mountains clouded my brain, I wasn’t thinking.” You reply, playing with your hands.

“Don’t apologise, anyway, it’s your birthday in 2 days. I’m gonna get some supplies for your cake.” He places a kiss on your cheek and stands up, it was his little kisses that you always appreciated so much, you always had to savour every piece of affection he gave you. “You gonna be okay on your own?” He asks, normally you’d say some remark about how you could ‘handle yourself’ but you didn’t today, knowing he was already worried and stressed. “Of course, don’t worry.” You say smiling, he opens the door and throws his coat on; “Just shout, and I’ll be there.” Jon said, closing the door behind him. You let out a sigh of relief and took some time to stare at the night sky in the window next to you, thinking how it didn’t compare to Jon.

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You hear a sudden ‘knock knock’ on the door as you clean around the flat. You tilt your head confused, Jon had only left 5 minutes ago? And he knew the door was open. Something was off. You grabbed a plate from the tiny kitchen, maybe to use it as a weapon? You weren’t sure, your body just went into fight or flight. You slowly opted towards the door, not bothering to use the peep hole.

You open the door, fast, you raise the plate up ready to attack. But your body hesitates at the familiar face. “Dick?” You ask, your voice cracking. You stood there in shock, completely petrified. His face oddly relaxed though, you excepted him to be seething. “I’ve been looking for you.” He said, but instead of sounding harsh his face eases; and he pulls you into a hug. So quick you don’t process it until 5 seconds later, your hands shake but you return his gesture. You stay that way for another 10 seconds, and without warning your facade collapses and tears began to fall from your eyes slowly. You slowly back up and cover your face, Dick ushers you inside and shuts the door. You suddenly choose now to take into account he was in full Nightwing get-up, it felt like your heart was collapsing, all the recurring memories of your family rushed to you, reminding you what you gave up. You fall to your knees with little grace and cry into your hands.

A whirlwind of emotions had taken over, Dick crouches next to you and you blurt something out; “I’m sorry brother.” You babble out, looking at him. He stares in shock, hopefully not a bad shock. “What?” He uttered, shocked at the use of the word ‘brother’, sure you had called Damian and even Jason at one point ‘brother’, but never him. His heart melted and he took you again in his arms, more firmly this time. “I’m so sorry!” You spurt out, an ugly waterfall of tears falling down your face; turning your cheeks sore. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, we’ve all been worried sick.” He whispered in your ear, it was oddly comforting. “Even father?”

“Especially father.” He declared, pulling you to your feet slowly. “Damian said you had something to tell us all?” He asked, but immediately regretted asking; you could tell by his face. “Oh..maybe Christmas would be a better time to let you all know, since I think father might be less mad on that day.” You remarked so casually but looking downward at your beaten costume. “Don’t worry, they will all just be happy you’re safe..” He said, awkwardly, but you could tell he was heart broken inside that you left, he acted relaxed but you knew the truth. You wiped your face with your arm and sniffled, “Can I please go home now?” You said, a sadness and urgency in your voice.

“That’s why I came.” He replied back, a seriousness in his tone. He ushered you out the abandoned flat, taking in its surroundings; probably wondering how you lived like this, but didn’t say anything. “W-wait!” You stuttered, half way down the hall. “What about Jon..? He’s coming with us.” You declared, crossing your arms; trying to look strong despite your tear dampened face and shivering lip. Dick sighs and confesses to you, “In truth, this was planned, we were waiting to get you both alone; Jon’s family should be meeting him now and taking him home.” He said, hiding no secrets. You both walked again, hoping one day you and Jon could still make that cake together. “But father might not want me to see him after everything.” You said, tears threatening to fall again, but Dick places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not happy about this, that’s for sure, but I can’t stop you loving him, which is why I can only help you.” He smiled at you and you returned his smile. “Also..they all insisted on coming.” He announced, and you turned your head to look at him. “Seriously? ALL of them?” You asked, and you actually feel happy, just like old times; “Well, myself, Barb, Jason, Cass, Tim, Duke and Steph.” He listed, and your heart twisted upon not hearing Damian’s name. Was he still mad? “Oh and Kate has came round as well, Bruce knows how much you like her.” He mentioned, it was true. You did like your Aunt Kate and how comforted she made you feel.

“I’m happy.” You told him, he peered at you and kept his smile. “You’re getting better at expressing emotion.” He said “I’m proud of you.” He patted your head and you continued down the grimy stairs. “Well I did have a good teacher.” You announced and he looked at you hopefully but you had to disappoint him. “I was talking about Jon, but sure you work too.” You giggled and he playfully eyed you. “Seriously?”

“Very, I hope I can see him again before Christmas.”

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[the-real-logan-walker]

Dick looked at Jason. He was laughing and having a fantastic time. It was just the stupid same old Wayne Christmas gala, nothing special about it.

He only wondered one thing. How did they both survive and make it out but only one of them still shines just as bright as before?

They both survived the early versions of Bruce, but how did Jason shine like he wasn't affected? Was he the only son who still suffered?

He couldn't stand it. The unaffected happiness radiated off of Jason in thick waves. Sticking to people like honey. But it stopped just before reaching Dick.

He didn't want to be here in the first place.

"I'm going home."

He muttered to no one. It isn't like anyone was paying attention anyways. Mr sunshine had everyone clinging to him like honey bees to a hive.

[vespertilionis]

Bruce: “Has anybody here had any contact with Jason in the last five months?”

Steph, who has been exchanging rants about their favorite shows with him daily and is currenly typing a new one: “…No.”

[vodrae]

Rich pregnant socialite: So we went to this clinic and let them manipulate our genes so we're 100% sure our child won't have any disease, he will have my hair and his father eyes and so much things we did for him! And you Bruce ?

Brucie: Found em in the trash. Except Tim, he found me in the trash.

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

The only time when all the batkids will work together in perfect harmony is to prank Bruce.

And for the best prank all they needed was a few label makers.

Labels are put on everything.

On every mug, on every plate, on every bandaid package.

The chocolate bars are labeled "BatSnack".

The fruits become "Batana", "Batricot" and "Batermelon".

Every button on the microwave, every key on the keyboard, it all gets a label.

"Batstop button", "Batstart button", "Bat-A-key", Bat-Enter-key".

Bruce's desk isn't simply the "Batdesk". It is the "Batwood construction surface".

There is a label beneath the desk too.

Originally named "underside of Batwood construction surface".

It takes days, weeks, months to remove all the labels.

Until one day, when Bruce makes a few new installations in the cave.

Surely some higher being is laughing at him right now, Bruce thinks, as he pulls of the last one.

"Batceiling"

[souslamer]

jason “idealism sits in prison” todd

dick “chivalry fell on his sword” grayson

tim “innocence died screaming” drake

damian “i slithered here from eden just to hide outside your door” wayne

do you see the vision

[incorrectbatfam]

Dick and Barbara: *kissing*

Damian: What the actual fuck?! Oh you sick, sick bastards.

Barbara: Listen, Damian—

Damian: This is incest!

Dick: No it's not.

Damian: Yes it is, Richard.

Dick: We're not related.

Damian: Oh and that makes it okay, I suppose?

Dick: Well it makes it not incest.

[demonicsuffrage]

Dick, holding Tim close while hissing at the hundreds of people gathered outside the Manor who all want to adopt: Who the hell posted an 'Available for adoption' advertisement for Tim?!

Damian, actively printing more adverts: I have no idea

Jason, posting them all over town: Must have been Alfred

Tim, who had designed the ad in the first place: Just let it happen, Dick

Bruce, running in: Can I adopt him again

[shyjusticewarrior]

Jason & Cass dynamic discussions are frustrating cause a lot of it is people using Jason as a prop for Cass's character

[dragonpyre]

Do the bat's know about the All-Blades? Cuz if not, Jason has an opportunity to do the funniest thing

Commission info / ko-fi

[squishykitty825]

I feel like Damian would sometimes threaten to tell Bruce about things his brothers do, not because he’ll actually do it but because it’s a form of power over his brothers who think he might actually do it. And it would go something like this.

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Tim, annoying Damian: What are you going to do about it?

Damian: I’m going to tell Father if you don’t

Jason, who just happened to be reading a book as he walks past: Okay, Malfoy