#batsiblings bonding

[spirit-fingers22]

Part 2 of @halfalix request done!!! Yay!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Jason pulled Cass and Tim into the Heather's fandom.

Come and enter the Wayne's Candy Store

They've got all the drugs you could ask for!

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Sorry these are all taking so long but I'm really putting in an effort to draw all your lovely requests. Time is just not on my side and probably never will be.

I'm also working on other projects aside from art and when I'm confident enough I'll show it but for now enjoy the fanart, news, and other beautiful treasures I find on the internet and share over here.

Happy Hauntings!

-Spirit! 👻

[alfredpennyworththecat]

Cass was surprised one day. She was attempting to paint her nails with two bruised ribs, and a broken arm. She had just gotten this beautiful garnet polish that she couldn't wait any longer to use, but even her determination is proving to not be enough to do her nails.

That was when Jason walked by, sighing and shaking his head as he takes the brush from her. He silently settles next to her, and starts effortlessly painting her nails for her. He seems focused and careful.

"You're really good at that," Cass inquires. Jason just hums back. "Didn't take you for the nail polish kind of teen," she teases. She had been getting into teasing a lot, thanks to Steph. But everyone found it endearing, not discouraging her from expanding her explorations in communicating. Jason just sighed at the comment.

"My mom used to always do her nails. She got too sick to do them." He left it at that. Jason recalled when he found a practically new nail polish in a trashcan once, how pleased his mom was with the color. He wanted to paint her nails as good as she did. She deserved at least that much, to have pretty, perfectly done nails. He'd watch her smile and tilt her hand, seeing how the light shines on the color. Jason glanced up to see Cass smiling sweetly, quickly looking away.

Cass didn't mean to stare, but his body language spoke so much. He was shy, reserved, but also had pride and sorrow. She noticed his chest stop mid-breath, seeing his top lip twitch for a moment.

"You don't have to," she said, noticing the warning signs of when Jason was getting upset. His were so subtle and rare, but they were enormous red flags to Cass. He scoffed at her.

"Yeah, and what? Let Steph finish them? She couldn't color inside the lines, much less keep the polish on your nail," he joked quietly. Steph was actually pretty good at nails. She taught Cass after all. But no, he had to finish.

Cass let him finish in peace, watching the way he focused. Those were some things she did like about her abilities. She adored watching people focus on things they loved, seeing them tune out on everything else. She could see how much it means to them.

When he finished, he capped the nail polish, set it aside, and pulled a foldable comb out from his pocket. Cass just tilted her head at that.

"Just... let me?" He said, sounding annoyed. But Cass could see he was tense in that shy way again. This was another part of something Jason just *had* to do. She went to turn a bit so he could properly brush her hair, but he stopped her. "No, don't- don't move." Now he seemed a touch scared, like he's seen one too many people hurt. Knowing this family, that was an understatement.

He gently worked his way around her hair, starting gently at the bottom, working up, being sure to hold the hair above it to minimize any tugging. He was so focused again, getting up from the couch to work around her. Finally, he nodded to himself, folding the comb back into his pocket.

Cass looked up to him and smirked deviously, flicking her head back and forth so her hair flopped around, cheekily looking up at him through the hair now in her face. Jason pinched his nose and sighed.

"You're just as bad as Steph," he mumbles, fixing her hair again. He saw that smirk again, and grabbed the top of her head. "Don't. I swear, you're all gremlins." Cass laughed quietly, proud of herself when Jason's stature relaxed a bit.

He went about putting a pillow at her back, under her arm, and the throw blanket and a book where her good arm could reach.

"Don't ruin my work," he lightly scolded, walking out. He waited a moment around the corner of the door before peeking back in a bit, watching Cass see how the light shines off of her nails.

[were-wolverine]

dick grayson (5’10” with the body of a gymnast): this is my baby brother!

jason todd (6’3” brick wall of muscle): …hi

***

cass wayne (5’5” with the body of a dancer): little brother!

jason (almost a whole foot taller than her): hiya cass

[olailamajnoon]

Tim: so do you have Tumblr.

Bruce: no.

Tim: get it! Please! It will be so much fun. *sees Bruce looking doubtful* Also a bonding experience 😌

Bruce: uh okay.

Bruce: *buys Tumblr*

The next day:

Bruce: Tim I have Tumblr now

Tim: that's great Bruce! So, what's your username? I can think of a few dumb ways you would try to sound smart.

Bruce:...uh

Tim: it's fine if you don't wanna tell me.

Bruce: you meant

Bruce: you meant an account

Tim:...

Tim:...yes?

Tim: Bruce.

Tim: what did you do.

Bruce: Uh nothing. I—excuse me a moment.

*Goes into next room and phones Lucius*

Bruce: Lucius. I need the purchase to be anonymous. Completely anonymous, not a word of it gets out! Especially to my family.

Lucius: uh huh...sure. Anything I can do to make you look less ridiculous.

Bruce: what are you talking about.

Lucius: never mind. As usual, I know nothing.

*Lucius keeps the phone*

Bruce: *coming out* So. Tim. Where were we.

Tim *looking up from his smartphone with a shit-eating grin on his face*: You're fucking with me. Tumblr? You thought I was telling you to buy—?

Tim starts laughing uncontrollably, literally rolling on the floor.

Tim: Bruce you complete and utter DWEEB 😭

(continues laughing)

Bruce:

Bruce: well I suppose this could be considered bonding.

[onnahu]

Batkids in Metropolis

For context: they have sunglasses on, bc it's Metropolis, and they're fucking Gothamites AND bats so...

Cass: It's so...

Cass: It's so bright here.

Duke: Right? How can anyone live here?

Steph *putting on second pair of sunglasses*: Oh man, it gives me flashbacks.

Tim: Wtf, Steph. Flashbacks to what?

Jason: To death. Duh.

*Steph and Jason high-five*

Dick *just wanted a break from Bruce's bullshit*: Sometimes I hate you so much. Why do everything have to be a death joke to you?

Steph: I don't know what you're talking about...

Steph: I'm dead sirious.

Duke: 1/5, unoriginal.

Steph: Hey!

Damian's home bc he's grounded. He skipped school again. Jason and Tim paughed at him and he's now plotting revenge.

[dukeofthomas]

"They were never really that close pre-death" "Dick was mean to Jason before warming up" etc etc are the worst Dick&Jason takes possible. Why would you even say that about them

[spirit-fingers22]

If I may add one more,

Tim, Cass, and Jason bonding over musicals

your headcanons suck really bad and very cringe.

LMAO thank you 🫶🏻 you’ve made my day🥰

[jaybirbie]

I love sibling bonding. Especially Tim and Damian. (Cause, let's be honest, are you really siblings if you haven't almost killed each other?)

Anyway, I have an idea since it's Spooky season (I don't care Sept 1st is officially the start of Halloween for me)

Over the garden wall, but with Tim and Damian.

Just them getting in a near death experience and ending up in the Unknown. (Maybe an unknown more disturbing than the Cartoon Network version cause why not?)

Maybe instead of Jason funderberker(frog) it's Alfred the Cat, or sm.

Tim and Damian have to work together to get home and escape the beast while meeting all the characters from OTGW.

When they get back, they all of a sudden get along better, and the Batfam are left confused.

Yeah, just a thought. Feel free to add or write on.

[metalotaku-da]

part of my Selina and Bruce is danny's bio parents story but this one focuses a little bit on Tim and Damian as siblings and make amends.

something that sometimes people ask for in fics. and even though it's a cross over one. I thought i'd share if anyone wanted some Tim and damian just being chill for them together.

[squishykitty825]

New fic. Go check it out, please! :)

Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Slade Wilson is Deathstroke, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, batbros, some language, brothers being brothers, Tim doesn't like Utah Summary:

Ok, so maybe Tim was being a little dramatic about crashing in Utah, but come on, no one in their right mind would want to visit a small town in the middle of nowhere—in Utah.

[batfamily-recs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batgirl (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Damian Wayne Characters: Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt Stephanie Brown, Winter Whumperland, Winter Whumperland 2022, Hurt/Comfort, past character injury, Implied Near-Death Experience, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Batfamily (DCU), Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown is Batgirl, Stephanie Brown is Damian Wayne's Sister, Cuddling & Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, References to the Muppets, Christmas Movies, Healing, Good Sibling Stephanie Brown, Trauma, Mentioned Dick Grayson, Mentioned Alfred Pennyworth, Bad Parent Arthur Brown, POV Stephanie Brown, Violent Memories, abuse recovery, Roman Sionis Being an Asshole, bad memories, Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 12 of the cold and endless dark Summary:

Steph's past weighs on her more than she'd like to admit. Good thing she's got a little brother to watch her back.

[cephalog0d]

Batfic - "Hitch A Ride"

Rating: Teen and Up (language) Category: Gen Characters/Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Jason Todd is Robin, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Canon Compliant (ish, at least Strongly Canon Adjacent), Referencing Nightwing Year One (1996/Vol 2 Nightwing) Words: 1,185

“This is an important skill for you have if you’re gonna do this job, Boy Wonder,” Dick continued by way of explanation. “I hate that you let that be a thing,” Jason groaned. Dick pretended not to hear him and kept talking.

Full text under the cut or over on AO3

“This is stupid,” Jason said, his face set in a scowl as he looked down at the elevated train track below them.

“Hey, this was Alfred’s idea,” Dick countered with a grin. Jason snorted derisively.

“Pretty sure Alf meant something a lot less dangerous. Getting ice cream or something.”

“It’s Gotham, getting ice cream is still plenty dangerous,” Dick pointed out, earning a clearly very begrudging smirk before Jason schooled his expression again. “We can do that after, though, if you want,” Dick offered. He wasn’t sure what to make of the way Jason’s gaze snapped to him, and the mask made it harder to parse small changes in expression, but he thought maybe that was surprise. At how easily Dick had agreed, or that he had agreed at all? Either way, he made a mental note to try to find somewhere still open when they were done. Something was always open in Gotham. And maybe not even a criminal front, if they were lucky.

“Sure, if I’m not road pizza first,” Jason mumbled, returning his glare to the tracks.

“Relax, kid, I didn’t let you fall before, did I?” Dick resisted the urge to do something truly obnoxious like ruffle the kid’s hair, but he did shift his weight a little to quickly nudge his shoulder against Jason’s. Sure they hadn’t spent that much time together, but give him a little credit. He hadn’t been willing to let that happen even before he decided he kind of liked the new Robin, there was no way he was going to let it happen now. (If nothing else, because Alfred would absolutely murder him if he didn’t bring the kid back in one piece.)

Jason’s head turned just a little, like maybe he was side-eyeing Dick behind his lenses, but he didn’t argue. He just kept frowning, one hand fidgeting a little with his cape in what Dick suspected was an unconscious nervous gesture.

“Still don’t see what’s wrong with your bike,” Jason muttered a little defensively.

“Nothing, my bike is awesome,” Dick said cheerfully. “You don’t get to drive it, though.” Well, not yet anyway. Give it a little bit and maybe. He had gathered from Alfred that Jason had a fondness for Bruce’s vehicles, both civilian and otherwise. Bruce would definitely disapprove, but if anything that was just extra incentive. In fact, Dick was pretty sure that was one of the duties of being whatever big-brother-adjacent role he was in now.

“Besides, this is an important skill for you have if you’re gonna do this job, Boy Wonder,” Dick continued by way of explanation.

“I hate that you let that be a thing,” Jason groaned. Dick pretended not to hear him and kept talking.

“Bikes have to deal with traffic, and they draw attention, and you have to worry about where you left it and make sure you can get back to it. But you always know where the train tracks are, and I’m guessing you even probably know when they are, too, right?” He hadn’t needed Alfred to tell him that Jason was a Gotham native, he just needed to hear his accent the first time he spoke.

“Well duh, I live here,” Jason said. His tone was dismissive, like that was no big deal, but his shoulders dropped a little and he lifted his chin a bit with quiet pride at the acknowledgment. Dick certainly remembered how hard it had been to get anything except “do better” out of Bruce back when he was starting as Robin, and it wasn’t like he had gotten more complimentary over the years, so Dick was guessing that it wasn’t much different for Jason.

“Exactly. So it’s a pretty surefire way to get somewhere in a hurry, or get away from somewhere in a hurry, and it’s a lot sneakier. Most bad guys, even in Gotham, aren’t going to be real eager to follow you that way.”

“I guess.” Jason still did not sound entirely convinced, but he also didn’t look as much like he was trying to burn holes in the tracks with his mind.

“That, and it’s fun!” Dick said with the kind of broad grin that tended to get him sidelong looks from his teammates. It had the same effect on Jason, apparently, as not even the mask could hide his deeply suspicious look.

Dick didn’t entirely blame him for his hesitance; it wasn’t like his last attempt at this had gone all that well. But last time Dick hadn’t actually given him any kind of guidance, besides making sure he didn’t actually go splat onto the pavement. This was different.

He was guessing if he tried to point that out, though, it would just get Jason’s hackles up, so he bit back the reassurance he might otherwise have offered and focused on the guidance part.

“The big thing is to stay low and wide. The flatter you are, the easier it is to keep your balance. The other thing is to stay loose. You need to move with the motion of the car, not try to stay in one position. If you can land yourself near something to hold onto that definitely doesn’t hurt either, obviously. Make sense?”

“Sure,” Jason said slowly. He was still frowning, but it was a bit more thoughtful than anything. Behind them, Dick heard the clatter of the train and ran a quick mental calculation on timing.

“Oh, one more thing, very important,” he said with all the seriousness he could muster. The tone was enough to get Jason to turn and look up at him. Dick held his gaze for a couple of seconds before grinning hugely and reaching out to push at the corners of Jason’s mouth with his fingers, forcing them upward.

“Have fun!” he said brightly. He obviously got immediately slapped away, and punched in the sternum for good measure, which did not at all prevent him from cracking up at the outraged look on Jason’s face. Frankly, Dick was genuinely a little surprised he didn’t get bit. (Maybe if he wasn’t wearing gloves that had been touching god only knew what on Gotham streets all night. Still would’ve been worth it.)

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jason snapped, swiping at his cheeks.

“Language, little wing,” Dick chided, the reproach only slightly undermined by how he was still laughing.

“Wha- I’ve heard you say worse!”

“You can’t prove a fucking thing.” The wink probably didn’t translate all that well under his own mask, but whatever. It was the thought that counted. He kept going before Jason could fire back. “Here it comes, you ready?”

“Yes, if it means you’ll finally shut up about it.” Jason shifted his stance, crouching in preparation and watching the tracks with surprising focus for someone who ostensibly didn’t care and didn’t even want to be there.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, Robin.”

Dick was definitely not imagining the hastily suppressed flash of a smile, or the notable lack of hesitance as the train passed under them and Jason launched himself at it, with Dick right behind.

((This is, if not 100% canon compliant (I didn't go back and double check every contemporary title) at least strongly canon adjacent to the Nightwing Year One version of their meeting, including the whole bit with Jason almost falling off a train (twice), with some very small bits of other versions thrown in (because if DC can remix backstories whenever they want so can I). Also some of that thing of Dick using a ton of nicknames for Jason before finally calling him Robin snuck in because I have a lot of Feelings about that.))

[sheep-from-rad]

breathes, I need to make a masterlist for DC. Writing Batfam is becoming too fun 

*I don't own DC also reader is gender neutral. this could be applied to yandere batfam as well, i think*

Bruce, Batfam and baby! Reader would be fun to watch. This man raised children but apparently having a baby in the house made him realize that he still has a lot to learn. Reader arrives at the estate as a baby after their mom (ex fling) decides that it will be better if they will be with Bruce instead.  

If this man’s sleep schedule was bad before, now it's abysmal. It was so bad that Batfam had to step in. Baby! Reader cries at 3 a.m. and before Bruce can even stand up he sees Jason at the dark corner of the room telling him to go back to sleep because Dick already has it handled. I love the idea of baby reader’s crib being in Bruce’s room because it will be easier to reach the crying baby reader at night that way. 

There’s no such thing as too much clothes. Batfam sees something cute or a baby clothing, they are buying it. Damian is partial towards stuffed animals and he will deny it but Bruce had seen him bonding with by reading animal related baby books. I also see Damian as a possessive brother in the sense that once they have their hands on  baby! reader, they will never let anyone else hold them. Not even Bruce. 

Batfamily had to now pack another shirt whenever they go outside with baby!reader or else they’ll be coming home wet with baby drool. Every Batsibling has their alarm clocks and they’ll always fight each other on who gets to feed the baby reader. Alfred wins most of the time because the siblings get too caught up in the fighting; they just forget about feeding the baby. 

Jason will nonstop troll Bruce for sure. Bruce will be entering the dining hall all tired with baby reader in his arms and Jason will be singing, ‘A single mom who works two jobs’ meme until Bruce glares at him or tells him to stop. Coffee supply on the estate doubles because Tim is not the only one addicted now, Bruce too. 

Superhero themed onesies are banned inside the house because it became a mini competition between the batfam but don’t let anyone know that Bruce kept a Batman bib. Every bedroom is baby proofed because each sibling just loves to monopolize baby readers. 

Galas are now fun. The batfam who previously avoids galas like it’s a plague now from time to time pops in to say that Bruce is gonna be late because either baby reader got into a teeny tiny accident and needed to be changed or baby reader got into Stephanie’s make up kit and needed to be wiped clean. 

The idea of a baby!reader learning how to crawl and walk is funny too. Bruce just constantly stressed out because his little baby just disappears and then comes back in the arms of a sibling who told him that they crawled to their room. Baby reader sees older siblings training and they’ll be trying to replicate it (with the siblings making sure it won’t be dangerous of course). Just imagine Dick’s social media with a picture of him stretching and baby reader (face covered for privacy) next to him replicating it. 

Batfam was overprotective before and it became more protective now. Tim will always be quick to cover baby!reader’s face when the siblings  are out in public say for ice cream or a little shopping trip. Securities are doubled too. If one sibling is taking baby reader out, another one will be following behind and the others are on the roof.  No baby photos because let’s face it, one quick photo can land on a random newspaper and some villains might get their hands on a copy. 

Damian will always be quick to pull away baby!reader on galas especially when Bruce is surrounded by women who try flirting with him using their ‘maternal’ skills. Passing baby!reader around the gala are not allowed unless Bruce himself lets the person hold the baby!reader. 

Imagine one day Batman goes to a Justice League meeting with the baby! Reader strapped on their chest because apparently the batfam is busy and Alfred is on vacation. If Bruce only knew that the batfam lied because the JL wants to meet the baby reader. Did Justice League got overboard with the Christmas gifts the next year? Shhh… we don’t talk about that, the impromptu storage room is still full.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

GUYS THIS IS ADORABLE- w/ my husband at war (ao3 on matinence) and my books all back home, I needed my morning reading fix SOMEWHERE and OP provided <33

What’s for Breakfast?

(yes it’s the parsnip fic)

(tw mentioned nightmares and mildly dissociation)

disclaimer: this will probably be ooc, i’m still extremely new to the fandom so be nice please

description: jason decides to cook and is interrupted by the rest of the bat siblings.

word count: 1556

All he came here to do was drop off some intel for Bruce but now? Now Jason is standing in the middle of the Wayne manor kitchen, with his hands on his hips, wondering what he should cook. He’s hungry, alright, sue him.

It’s Sunday and Sunday is the day Alfred restocks the kitchen so the chances of Jason actually finding something other than premade pancake mix was not great.

The first ingredient item he finds is a few parsnips. He passes one between his hands trying to think of what he can make with them. After a few seconds he comes up with something, tossing the parsnips onto the counter and he collects some onions, a leek, flour, eggs and vegetable oil. He gets the grater out and it’s decided. He’s gonna make parsnip and onion fritters.

Jason starts with slicing the onion. Just get that shit over and done with. The familiar burn of the onion begins in his eyes and he is immediately reminded of the last time he cooked in here. He was 15, it was a few weeks before his death. He and Alfred were making home made burgers, requested by Jason himself, and they made caramelised onions to go with it.

He’s pulled out of the memory by the wet feeling of tears dripping down onto his hand. He glares down at the vegetable as if it had personally wronged him. And you know what? It did. He’s crying all because of a fucking onion.

He continues slicing only slightly more aggressively when he hears a soft patter of feet.

“Todd?” At the sound of his name he looks up and is met with a sleepy Damian staring back. The kid’s got on a set of cat pyjamas, that Jason can admit is kinda cute, and is wiping away what looks to be tears. Must have had a nightmare or something.

“Cooking.” Jason replied gruffly. Damian approaches the island he’s cooking on and stands on his toes to try and see what Jason is cooking. Once again he can admit the kid looked kinda cute with only just his head and little hands poking over the bench.

“Cooking what?” He asks softly and with genuine childlike curiosity, which is rare for Damian. Jason breathes out a sigh and walks over to the small table on the far side of the kitchen and pulls a chair up against the bench.

“Parsnip and onion fritters. Wash your hands and come grate the parsnips for me.” He usually would tell him to fuck off but the kid looks like he could use a distraction and he does love a mission.

Damian washes his hands, climbs up the chair and starts grating.

They slice and grate mostly in quiet, only breaking the silence to quietly giggle at each other's onion induced tears.

“Cooking?” The sound of a voice startles them both so badly Damian almost throws a parsnip and Jason damn near cuts his finger off. When they look up at the source, Cass is standing there with an eyebrow raised.

“Christ, Cassandra, you could have killed us.” Damian says as he lowers the parsnip. Jason huffs out a laugh.

“Again.” He mutters and doesn’t miss the nasty look Damian throws him. Cass only smirks and shrugs. She looks dishevelled but Jason chooses to ignore it. She wanders over to the island, inspects what they’re doing before sitting on one of the stools and pulling her phone out of her pocket. Jason and Damian share a look before continuing what they were doing.

They finally get through all the slicing and grating when Steph and Tim stumble in looking like they had not slept all week. Jason stops what he’s doing just to look at them judgingly.

“Where the fuck have you two been?” he asks like he doesn’t want to know. Steph groans and collapses into the stool next to Cass.

“We were out all night for a stake out that turned up nothing.” Jason makes a confused face at that and looks to Tim who is all but dragging himself to the coffee machine.

“I don’t even want to talk about it.” He says holding a hand up to block out Jason’s judgmental look. Stake outs like that happen, not often but they happen. But for Tim? It’s even less often, he gathers all the intel he can before going out. Make sense for his mood to be shit.

Jason can practically sense Damian is about to say something so he scoops him up by the armpits and places him onto the ground.

“Your jobs done now.” He tells him before the kid can protest. He only receives a slightly grumpy nod before Damian drags the chair back to its regular spot and sits down. Tim looks away from the coffee machine.

“Are you making breakfast?” He asks half judgy half genuine. Jason almost responds with some snarky sarcasm but just looking at Tim tells him the poor guy's exhausted brain would probably melt if he did.

“Yeah I am. Parsnip and onion fritters.”

Steph lifts her head from where it was laying against the kitchen island.

“What the fuck is a parsnip?” Jason chuckles and holds up one of the unused parsnips.

“It's like a white carrot thing. They taste good, trust me.” Steph eyes it suspiciously before shrugging and laying her head back down.

Duke runs in while Jason is mixing in the flour and eggs. He stops and looks at everyone surprised. To Duke’s credit it is rare for all of them to be in the same room for a non vigilante related reason. He looks at Jason and into the bowl.

“Hey, that looks great! I’m heading out to patrol but save me some for when I get back?” He says as he grabs an apple and speeds out of the kitchen without waiting for an answer. Jason files the information to save some away in his head before he continues mixing. He makes sure everything is evenly coated before heating up a pan and drizzling some vegetable oil onto it. He places as many scoops as he can evenly spread on the pan and waits until he can flip them.

The sizzly of the fritters and the oil almost covers up the sound of a new pair of feet entering the kitchen.

“Whatchya making, Jaybird?” This time he doesn’t jump at the sound of Dick’s voice coming from directly over his shoulder. Just by looking at Dick’s eyes tells Jason the eldest is floating in between a dissociation episode. He’s not really all there.

Jesus Christ, was he the only one who had a good night? Well, he doesn’t really know how Duke’s night went but with the way he was rushing to get on patrol, if Jason had to guess it would be probably not good.

“Parsnip and Onion fritters.” He replies while scanning the kitchen for what task he can give Dick to help him out.

“Hey, could you do the dishes for me? I wouldn’t want Alfred to wake up and find the kitchen a mess.” He asks softly. Jason doesn’t mention that Alfred is already up and upon seeing all of them in the kitchen, about ten minutes ago, gave Jason a soft smile and left to do whatever Alfred does when he’s not butlering.

Dick turns to where Jason points to the dishes and nods.

“Oh yeah, of course.” He says spacely. Jason fights the urge to fist pump. If he’s learnt anything it's if you wanna get Dick Grayson to help himself, you gotta guilt trip him a little bit. He does take the knife before Dick can add it to his washing pile. Yeah he’s got some less than moral helping tactics but he’s not gonna let the guy hurt himself.

Damian gets up to help Dick with the dishes and they make quiet conversation. With Damian occasionally yelling when Dick splashes him or tries to place bubbles on his head.

Jason hands the empty bowl to Dick before placing the last of the fritters onto one big plate. He quickly whips up a greek yogurt and herb dip sauce. He grabs out enough plates for everyone and places two on a plate for Duke before wrapping it with foil and placing them in the fridge. He then hands the remaining stack of plates to Dick.

“Alright losers follow if you want breakfast.” He calls out before heading into the proper dining room. Dick sets the table before taking one for himself.

Jason will never tell anyone but he did feel nervous waiting for everyone’s reaction.

“Wait, why is this good?”

“I can’t tell if these are good or if I’m just really fucking hungry.”

“These are really good Jaybird.”

He tried to hide the way the tension fell from his shoulders before digging into his own food. The atmosphere was good and it made Jason kinda miss moments like this. This sense of family and belonging. Just a family having breakfast together.

“Is there any left for me?” Bruce asks as he walks in. Jason looks up at him. He’s met with a proud look he hasn’t seen in what feels like a lifetime. He hides his face and gestures to an empty chair.

“Take a seat, old man.”

I hope the fic is a good as you guys imagined 🥰

here’s a special thanks to @kaycynyrs for sending in the ask that inspired me to look at this fic again and @yourlocal-edgelord for encouraging me to rewrite it and to @heavenssolitude for being there and supporting me 🥰

(i’ll totally untag you guys if you didn’t wanna be tagged. just wanted to say thanks)

[sarbcat]

okay batfam tumblr. i must ask. how do you feel about jaytim, stephcass- and i suppose any other 'batcest' ships? im struggling to get a consensus from just searching the tabs. i like jaytim, and i like stephcass- but i don't like them in canon contexts, pretty much just in fanon material. my perspective: when you put jaytim in a situation where jason and tim are like brothers, where they have potentially known each other for a long time and have gotten into a brotherly relationship, then the concept of a romantic jaytim is weird to me. stephcass i think holds it's own place, where steph has never been legally adopted and the two's relationship has always been friendlier rather than sisterly? is that just me? plus i think age factors in for sure, like brudick is weird as hell to me because well. bruce -> 40? older? dick -> 20s??? like i know bruce adopted dick when bruce was fairly young and dick was already 9 but thats still weird to me. thats. thats a parent child bond in just about every context? and taking ANY of the batsiblings that aren't like. adjacent? is uncomfy to me? like damian and anyone is odd to me that's a little kid, tim and dick would be weird, etc., etc., but maybe that's me? maybe a lot of tumblr oomfs disagree? i'm really genuinely curious, and as much as i like to avoid the evil horrifying FANDOM DISCOURSE. i'm curious! i want to hear people's thoughts. this whole thing, by the way, stems from a post i made: here! the ship was jaytim. sorry commenters. so tell me how you feel about it! i think what i'm expecting the consensus to be is just all around varied. i think some people will think its shite and some people will be fine with it? idk,,, + i think anything inherently illegal or pedophilic is gross. just want to get that out there. i am NOT a proshipper, i do not fuck with that. it's just a weird situation in the context of familial-not familial bonds in the comics.