#batsister

[ao3sbatfamily]

'polite kidnappings and adoptions' by deargalileo

Author: @dear-galileo

"I just… Kinda gave her that name. Cassandra."

"Like the Greek myth," Bruce commented. Tim couldn't help but be pleased when Bruce nodded his head in agreement. "Has she hurt you?"

"No!" Tim immediately protested. His loud volume must have startled Cass, for she flinched, and tried to push Tim behind her even more, as if keeping Tim out of sight of Batman would keep him safe. "No, she hasn't. I gave her some of my grapes, and I think she's just scared."

"Hm."

Before Tim could ask what Bruce was thinking, Jason also approached. He came closer than Bruce did, but instead of squatting down, he held out a hand.

"I keep the big man in line. Don't worry about him."

[roxineedstosleep]

Idk if this is a request or something but I just wanted to get it out there before I forget it. How would the batfam react to a batsis coming from the last of us universe?( the last of us is a zombie apocalypse type game.) How would they react to all of batsis PTSD from being born in a world over ran by zombie’s and learning to survive at a young age. How would they help them? How would they react if they ever were transported to there(batsis) world?

Don't worry, the truth is that I also questioned several times the reaction of an OC insert or Reader with the passage of time, characters who lived that situation.

Also, sorry if it’s a quite large, but I get exited about this, I was also thinking and thingking about this kind of situtation or scenario and could mange myself about it.

The Last of Us, I know it's based on a video game (comic too or at least I saw several fanmade ones, sorry I don't know much about it, my thing about apocalypse was The Walking Death). And from what I understand, since I get a lot of it on my TikTok feed (thanks Pedro Pascal, I love you in all your ways) I know that the way the infected are handled and the ways of contagion are pretty fucked up.

I mean, at least in TWD the bites were the sure shit, with a good body protector you could get away with it until you got to a safe place…. but that spore stuff? that's a fucking nightmare.

Not only should you avoid being bitten, you should avoid being in contact with any highly contagious source. Food, water, air that's been "stored", spaces that are too enclosed/humid and dark (from what I see I know it's a type of fungus, fungi spread better in those conditions)… I mean, really scary.

I think the only ones who could be saved from those situations would be those who live in sanctuaries in the middle of nowhere (highly extreme climates, like snowy and deserts) or those who reach space. In that situation, which I mentioned a little earlier, the situation for Batsis would be a little worse.

Caves? First place of contagion, unfortunately.

Away from all the PTSD that Batsis must surely have from the traumatic situation of living there…. I don't think it can get much better.

Let's play a bit of a game about it, as I love the What Ifs.

Should it be Batsis from an Apocalyptic Universe coming to a "Healthy" Universe, and by healthy I can even mean post Covid0s universe like ours.

In going from a sick world to a healthy one:

She wouldn't really know how to adapt, it's one thing if the situation was with her being an adult and she at least knew that much about what it meant to have a routine within the normal. Sure, Bruce and the boys would do their best to make her feel safe in many ways, but it wouldn't be possible to make her feel safe at all. She grew up, matured, and developed in that world where every breath could mean having a fucking killer fungus inside her.

Did you ever see videos of people with OCD or germaphobia during the pandemic? Many had breakdowns at such a level that they could become paralysed with fear, breakdowns or hysteria. She would refuse to leave her safe areas, no matter how hard her father and siblings tried to convince her that the rest of the mansion was safe to walk through.

The garden? She refuses to even look at it, places where the spread of spores is more likely due to all the wind and pollination (I've never known bugs or birds to be immune, but considering they can move around because of the pollination issue I don't doubt that any place free of nature is free of risk or cross-contamination).

The cave? The last time one of her brothers tried to get her down to be checked in the medical wing, she almost slit his throat with her own fingernails. She won't go down there, that place is dark, with an uncovered water source and full of dampness… Can't you see that one of those swollen beaks is probably there?

I think she would have serious problems with food, or so I think. Not that she wants to be mean to her, really. But from what I understood a little from seeing at least the first chapters of the series, and also played with several seasons of TWD, she herself would have to see how they prepare the food to avoid contamination or fear of spoiled food. I feel like she would be safe with canned food, specifically canned food that is older than a month before it all goes down the drain. After that, she would obsessively look at the factory's provenance and be in an internal binger over the places that were dropped one by one until she was sure she was safe to eat.

So I don't see her eating with her brothers or her father something that is homemade or from scratch. Unfortunately not. Especially the flours, since they are the crops that were the first to fall before the fungi. I'm sure she would calm down a bit if Alfred showed her the family garden and the fungicides they keep in the barn. If it's not that, will she walk away or not hesitate to spit it out?

To sleep? I think so, I think she would settle, but she is hidden to avoid any risk. Next to Dick, she's the best at hiding in the high and least expected places. After she was found napping in her chandelier, where she had no nightmares or panic attacks, they decided they would let her sleep there. At least until she gets used to the idea that a return portal isn't going to be there anytime soon.

Her father and her brothers would be there for her, don't doubt it. They would love her, they would try to understand her limits, to know that she went through that terrible place to destroy the mind of a poor girl. I mean, Ella was very lucky to have reached an age of near adulthood... Do you know what that mean?

She is happy to have her brothers and her father and her grandfather back in her life. Every day she prays to all the gods she knows, to thank for not having to return to that place. But, even though she has the support of her family, the trauma cannot be reversed.

After those, which I do know are several problems to overcome, I truly believe that she would panic or become hypervigilant when there is a man, who is not from her family, near her... and for sad reasons.

In itself, for a world without the problems of the apocalypse, it is already dangerous to be a woman. Now that the whole world, morale and the little security we had has gone down the drain? I feel like it's even more dangerous. If I remember correctly there is a movie that touches on that subject. Of the possible life of women within a post-apocalyptic world. The SA would be the bread of every day, kidnappings and assaults for the possibility of being able to repopulate the earth would not be strangers. Even more so if we don't talk about ultra-religious cults that try to sell the idea of a woman's sacrifice to "heal" the masses.

Do you see what I'm going to? The fact that she survived childhood and was into young adulthood means that she had to be protected and she knew how to defend herself against all of that. And even more so because, despite everything, she could never fully forgive Bruce for what he did to her and her brothers.

Earlier I mentioned that only the most privileged could be inside those sanctuaries or even reach space to be safe from earth, right?, well. There goes a bit of the matter.

Bruce decided to stay.

For the general public, Bruce Wayne, his children and his closest friends went to one of the many earthly sanctuaries as soon as things turned terribly ugly, but not before sending all his employees safely to a compound of National security.

But Batman? Batman, Robin, and the rest of the bat family stayed to wear out their souls, their safety, and their lives for a city full of killer mushrooms.

She remembers how at first the whole family agreed to stay in the city to find a cure with the help of the League. But over time, when Alfred fell ill, Tim was infected, when Duke had to amputate his arm, Jason almost got infected and Dick was not found for months (not counting attempted assaults on S and others to kidnap her). things in the family got much worse.

Robin in case he was a child soldier, but at this point he looked more like a killing machine than a human being, she herself tried to find a cure and it was more risky and almost impossible over the time to find users who did not have advanced disease or who were immune.

She begged her father that at least the LG members with higher immunity would take care of the safety of the earth, that she and her siblings could be moved to the moon base. Superman, Wonder Women and Mr. Martian could easily handle the situation without going on a death streak every time they breathed, she and her brothers were not that lucky.

But Bruce didn't listen to her, no by any chance.

One by one they began to fall, all her family started to died, even her father amputated his leg after a bad mission plan, until, in an intent of being helpfull (she had simply fled across town looking for medicine for her father's fever), a porthole opened and she fell to that new world where his father and brothers were safe.

Did she ever forgive Bruce for that? No, even in that world where none of that happened, she couldn't forgive the fact that her mother decided to sacrifice himself and his siblings when they could have found another way to save themselves.

Bruce? He will never forgive himself when he finds out that it was his fault and his stubbornness that caused his family to perish. Even more so when he finds out that his daughter, with whom he fought the most and argued about escaping the planet to be save, in any case put his integrity at risk for wanting to save him from a fever that would have killed him anyway at the end of the day.

It hurts Dick to see how Batsis always jumps on him and the rest of his brothers to see if they have any bites or open wounds, Jason is destroyed to see how his sister shakes like a leaf, but he allows anyways to Damian to take her to the garden to get fresh air. Tim watches, in dispair, as she tries to learn all the first aid techniques and amputation procedures, because she is afraid to come back at any time and not know how to do it; Bruce cries when he sees how his daughter, his sweet girl, stores as much food as he can in hidden corners of the mansion and high on the roof; Damian can't help but feel weak when he sees, clearly sees and notices, how his sister is starving to eat any home-cooked food, but they end up throwing up when he takes a tentative bite and must go back to the canned goods.

It hurts everyone, it tears them apart, and she suffers in the process too. Of course, she no longer has to run for her life every hour, she can breathe easy, she can have all the canned goods she wants and she knows that her brothers and her father will be with her after she closes her eyes and opens them again. .

Psychiatric treatments only work in part, therapies are somewhat slow and not easy to achieve. I mean, no one can tell a specialist doctor that she comes from another universe, Harley Queen could be an option, she herself knows a lot of shit about the multiverse and astuff, but even after a general check-up she had told Bruce, no matter how much treatment she could give him toast to Batsis, poor kid would be scarred forever.

At least the therapies help with the issue of food and hypervigilance. Outside of that, she will always need the support of others to get through everything else.

[gothamite-rambler]

The Batgirls on their Periods at the Same Time

Context: This is probably some ooc and if that bothers you just scroll on by. It's cool, silly fics like this depicting the batfamily in this manner isn't for everybody but don't leave hate comments if this bothers you. This is posted here because it's more shorter and just feels like it would work here 😊 Oh and I wrote this while on my period. We go through out periods in different ways. The batgirls and batwoman are expys of that and this is how the male members of their family handle it. This is for all my girlie pops that have to deal with this curse. Let's dive in!

Dick (walking over to Barbara): Hey, Barb, you sent me a few angry texts. Did I make you mad about something I'm unaware of?

Barbara (seething): Yes! Remember that triple chocolate cake I had leftover? You’d better buy me a new one!

Barbara deliberately rolled over Dick's foot while muttering an impressive assortment of curse words.

Dick (complaining): Ow! You said I could have it!

Barbara (voice filled with the fury of a thousand angry souls): Lies! Get me a new one, or I'm ignoring you for the rest of the day, including during comms tonight! You greedy ass! Hold off on the sweets, fat ass!

Dick (furrowing his brows, angry): Fat ass? Rude! Jesus over some cake? I'll buy you another one... after I ice my foot. You freakin’ jerk.

Barbara (over her shoulder with a smirk): Cake thief!

Tim silently listened to the argument while he sat at the kitchen table. Dick sat down, rubbing his sore foot.

Tim (confused): Hm... Have the girls been acting… a little on edge lately?

Dick (hesitating): I hadn’t really noticed until my foot became a casualty. What have you seen?

Tim: Barbara seems to be irritated with everything around her and Stephanie has been eerily quiet and distant today, which is unlike her. Bruce asked her if she wanted to patrol a different part of Gotham, and she just growled at him... which is close to how she usually acts.

Dick: Hm… that's odd.

Just then, Stephanie Brown trudged into the kitchen, wearing an oversized shirt and jogger pants, looking like she had just escaped from some form of medieval torture.

Stephanie (almost a whisper): I’m watching cat videos. Don’t bother me and let Duke know I'm really sorry for the many hurtful words I said.

Tim (coolly while stirring his tea): He said it's fine and he'll return in a few days.

Stephanie nodded with an understanding 'mm-hm'.

Stephanie: Oh and tell Bruce I’m covering the other part of town tonight, just need to be wrapped in blanket for next few hours.

Tim (nodding): You got it, bestie.

Stephanie grunted a 'thank you' and shuffled out of the kitchen.

Tim: She hasn’t snapped at me too much.

Dick (worried): Hm… wait, wait, wait... Duke left? This isn’t the time, is it?

Tim (tilting his head): Time for what?

Dick (leaning in dramatically): No, no, no- Wait, we might be in the clear if Cass and Kate don't have there's.

Tim (looking confused): Have what?

Dick: You poor summer child.

Dick sighed, shaking his head, while Tim shrugged nonchalantly, blissfully unaware of the tale as old as time: period sync-up.

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Meanwhile, Jason heard a knock at his door. He opened it to find his older sister, Cass, standing there, wringing her hands nervously. She bit her lip, a worried expression on her face.

Cass (waving quickly): Hi, Jason.

Jason: Hey, Cass. Everything okay? You seem stressed.

Cass (bashfully): Do I? Yeah, um, my… Aunt Flo is visiting, my caregiver never took the time to- I hate when she visits, but I need to go to the store for supplies… I don’t want to go alone. You’re the only one I trust to take me.

Jason (confused): You don’t have an Aunt Flo, and what supplies do you need to meet her?

Cass (frowning): Oh… oh dear, you don't get it. Um, my crimson tide… has arrived?

Jason: Crimson… what now?

Cass (losing patience): My period is on! I need to buy tampons or pads before I bleed and ruin my sheets again! I'm literally wearing the last tampon, Selina is on vacation-

Jason (covering her mouth): All right, got it! The message is crystal clear now. Okay, stand there, I’ll grab my keys.

As Jason went to his living room to get his backpack, Cass stepped inside, surprised he’d actually agreed to take her to the store.

Cass: Wait, you’re not… weirded out by this?

Jason: I’m friends with Artemis. I’ve seen things, it makes me squeamish at times, but that might be because I've never went through it... thank God. Austen can keep watch while I'm gone.

Austen the cat meowed to confirm that as he rested in a carboard box.

Jason (heading outside): Now let’s get you those supplies.

Cass clapped eagerly, following Jason to his car, clearly relieved.

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Back at Wayne Manor, Dick waited for his father to pick up while Tim sat in perplexed silence.

Dick (calling Bruce): Bruce, are the girls on their periods?

Tim (gasping dramatically): Oh, that’s what it is!

Dick (clearly irritated): Jesus Christ, Tim. Duke figured it out!

Tim (defending himself): I've been distracted lately.

Bruce (calm): Hm… that explains why Stephanie snapped at me and why Barbara cussed me out… I’m a little too familiar with that sort of thing. I don't blame Duke for taking a week off, he texted me earlier about that. So yes, they definitely are. Cass is probably on board for that ride too. Women can sync up with their menstrual cycles like a well-oiled machine.

Kate's laughter could be heard in the background along with Bruce groaning.

Tim (stammering): How does he-- Bruce, how do you know that?

Bruce (slightly uncomfortable): Selina is very informative… and Harley is a treasure trove of knowledge. Trust me, you learn a thing or two. Just go easy on them, and they won’t bite your head off. You didn’t do anything to tick them off, did you?

Dick (ice pack firmly planted on his foot): ... I may have done something to make Babs upset.

Tim (grinning proudly): I have not, so I’m doing good!

Bruce: Well, like I said, don’t do anything else stupid, Dick.

Dick: I’ll try not to.

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With that, Bruce ended the call, sighed, and turned to his cousin Kate, aka Batwoman, who sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

Bruce: And then there’s you.

Kate (coolly): Yeah, just going to ignore me? No mention of the four-way sync-up?

Bruce: I’m ignoring a lot right now especially involving you. I’m a master at many things—women syncing menstrual cycles is not one of them.

Kate (nodding sagely): Trust me, women don’t get it either.

Bruce: Let’s at least get you your monthly period supplies.

Kate (squirming): Could you not call it that?

Bruce (mockingly): Could you be actually prepared next time and not drag me out of work?

Kate (swiping her hand like a cat): Ooh, catty? Maybe you’re on your month as well.

Bruce (chuckling dryly): You’re hilarious, let me tell ya.

Kate: I cope with humor. Now get out of the car. Also, you’re buying me lunch today.

Bruce (sardonic): Oh, fantastic. I definitely wanted to treat you while you’re on your period. Now, let’s get your supplies before you fashion a makeshift cape out of my car seat.

[olailamajnoon]

Babs🤖, Cass💃and Steph😈

[gothamite-rambler]

Trauma bonding taken literally lol

They're so cute and traumatized <3

[igotanidea]

So I got an idea for .....

(drumroll please)

... Batboys x kid!batsister headcanons(ish)

Would someone be interested in that?

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

BatFamily X CatFamily (One-Shot)

by MistierShades This is a one shot AU where notorious burglar Catwoman adopts Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian instead of Batman. What will the boys’ reactions be when they find out their mom is dating a superhero? Words: 6982, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Batman, Catwoman, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Dolly Thompkins Relationships: batman x catwoman - Relationship, Bruce Wayne X Selina Kyle Additional Tags: Soft Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Catfamily, Batbrothers, Catbrothers, batsisters, bruce wayne is a dad, Selina Kyle is a Mom, Batman x Catwoman, Dick Grayson Tries to Be a Good Older Sibling, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, Tim Drake and Jason Todd are Siblings, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne are Siblings, Good Sibling Damian Wayne via https://ift.tt/nuAh0Yx

[thief-of-eggs]

i know which batsister i headcannon as being closer to jason, but i’m still curious what the masses think👀

[weebsinstash]

Batsister! Reader tells Bruce she wants to date, get married and build her own family so he just buys her The Sims as a substitute.

No crushes! No boyfriend! She goes out with the family for a rare outing for a special occasion and if she as much smiles at a guy she finds cute and he smiles back at her there WILL be a world of trouble waiting for him later. If she manages to escape and stay hidden long enough to meet someone and date, have sex and maybe move in together... Oof. Not good when they find her.

You hit your "rebellious phase" (which would be a really funny thing to call it if you're just straight up a grown woman) and you manage to use all the tips and tricks you've picked up to sneak out of the house, and you sneak into a huge raving house party where you're dancing and drinking and your phone is just BLOWING THE FUCK UP like some real "12 missed calls from Bruce (maybe you had him as Dad in your contacts before and he just feels his heart break lmaooo), 20 missed calls from Jason, 10 missed calls from Damien" and just like tons of text messages and shit, and you're just ignoring it as you're in a guy's lap practically sucking the tongue out of his mouth because wow he's a man and he sees you as a woman and isn't like totally looking down on you or treating you like a little girl like he WANTS you and you're totally completely ready to fuck that guy even if he's a total loser

You take him into a bedroom or something and his hands are under your shirt to start stripping you when SOMEONE KICKS THE DOOR IN just SPLINTERS THAT SHIT and your bed-partner-to-be just has his eyes bulging out of his head "fucking BATMAN???" And he's scrambling out of that room faster than you can breathe, and maybe for extra rebellious points Bruce can't help but notice that disgusting little punk who doesn't deserve to touch you has like, a Joker neck tattoo and now Bruce can lull himself into a false sense of security that this is just you acting out for some kind of attention and not the truth which is, maybe you were always kind of weirded out by your "familyhood" and the way he kind of scooped you up and housed you and now you're ready to set out on your own again and by this point he's too convinced that you need some sort of caretaker or guardian and FUCK letting anyone else do what he considers HIS job

Reader: I don't want to run around in a costume anymore. I want to actually be an adult. I want to have a job. I want to have a boyfriend.

Bruce, shoving all the best VR and Simulator games his money can buy at you: we've got jobs and boyfriends at home

[puppetmaster13u]

I still think it is a crime Terry didn't ever get to meet the batbros or batsisters. Also he deserves to meet grandpa Alfred and get that pie recipe.

batfam potluck! jason brought chili and cornbread :)

👉👈 if anyone wants to come to the potluck (aka draw more bats with food)…. please do 🥺

[ao3sbatfamily]

do you have any recs for bat kids? doesn’t necessarily need to be them all together

'pantry' by envysparkler

Author: @envysparkler

Three spoons later, Dick had recovered enough to attempt legible conversation.  “How are they?” Dick asked hoarsely, motioning to the closed door.

“Good,” Jason answered.  On cue, there was a loud thud.  “I think Damian might actually achieve his goal of permanently maiming Tim today.”

Dick rolled his eyes.  “You’re supposed to stop them,” he croaked out.

“Me?” Jason pressed an incredulous hand to his heart, “Now, why would I do that?”

“Big brother,” Dick rasped, “S’your job.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dickie, and you’ll find no piece of paper claiming otherwise.”

This is one I read a while ago. It's what I think of when I think of bat-siblings

'And The Goody Two Shoes Award Goes To…' by SirPendelton

“The competition is simple, we are comparing the times during your Robin years, and for the sake of technicalities when you were under the manors roof.” Duke pointed out. 

Stephanie cleared her throat.

“Of course the exception for not living under the manor roof being Stephanie here.”

“Thanks for that.”

 Duke paused and presented the two different trophies in Cass’s hands. 

“The competition compares who out of all the EX- Robins was the Goody-Two-Shoes or The Hell Raiser.”

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

I can imagine in FOM, Bruce saw Damian drawing a portrait of his dog and Bruce made a comment about it and Damian's response is something about correct lighting on portraits that has the same tone and word for word sounds like what Y/N would say. I'm sure Bruce as a little reflection on Y/N's influence on Damian.

🥺🥺🥺 this is so accurate

Bruce also has to bite back a smile when Damian scolds him for how he’s trying to take a photo on his phone.

“The brightest is far to high and Graysons is backlit, father.” Damian scoffs. “Gimme.” He rips the phone from Bruce as he mutters, “Y/N would be embarrassed by you.”

“That so?” Is all Bruce says, noting another way that Y/N has influenced Damian.

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

Clark, calling Bruce: We have to talk about the influence your child has on my son Bruce: You knew very well what you were getting yourself into when you allowed Jon to hang out with Damian, I will not take any blame if your son commits a crime because of him Clark: Wha- Crime? No, I was talking about Y/N Bruce: Y/N? What do you mean? She couldn’t hurt a fly Clark: Exactly, Jon refuses to fight criminals, instead he makes flower crowns for her. I think he likes- Bruce: Say no more, I’ll send Damian over, he’ll be back on patrol in no time Bruce: Also, if your son tries anything with my daughter you’ll have hell to pay...

[dashingdcboys]

Batman’s cape

We all heard of Bruce using his cape to shelter his robins from danger, like glass shattering and bullets, so it’s only fact that it’ll become a habit eventually.

Dick:

The boy was the first to ever work alongside batman, and with his hyperactive tendencies he was the first to get up close and personal with the cape. He probably saw it as a glorified climbing wall when he was just a child.

Bruce, while on a stake-out with robin, suddenly feeling small hands grabbing fistful of the cape’s material as Dick climbs onto his shoulders. “I told you I couldn’t see anything from my post! Your pointy ears were in the way :((”

Bruce didn’t mind, of course he didn’t. It was Richard and that boy’s innately adorable, even though the boy’s pixie boots swinging in front of his face were blocking his view. 

Lastly, given Dick was wearing such short pants, Bruce would always make an effort to shelter the boy from harsh weather conditions during the winter. He still does this when Dick becomes nightwing, out of habit

Jason:

Jason used to be skeptical of the cape, thought it was just a big hindrance - tha Bruce was only using it for theatrics and that he’d be much better off without it. 

“Dick doesn’t wear a cape and he can blend into the shadows, shake off broken glass and bullets just as easily!”

That is until, the day they were saving a bunch of citizens from a housefire. They got trapped inside, Jason had given his oxygen mask to a civillian who was struggling to breathe, almost suffocating himself.

Bruce wrapped Jason in his cape, making an airpocket of oxygen which the fire can’t combust, until help arrives.

“Maybe that cape isn’t as stupid as I thought.” he mumbles in a muffled voice within his father’s cape.

Bruce would also do this when Jason’s having an outburst as a “time-out”

Tim:

The third robin fanboyed so hard when he first saw the cape and cowl. You think Dick saw it cool? This smoll boy in bright yellow, red and green had his eyes sparkling at the sight of it in person.

Immediately, he started coming up with theories of its material, and Bruce patiently answered every single question he had - even though Tim nailed the majority of the answers with his hypothesis. 

“Let me guess, kevlar? Interwoven to stop bullets from less than a meter away? Synthetic - so that it’s lighter than it seems. But also . . huh, kind of soft material on the inside. Why? It’s an outer accessory - it doesn’t even come into direct contact with your skin.”

Bruce, having alfred make that upgrade so that Dick and Jay could have snuggled up to him under his cape when they got cold : “no reason.”

The only thing Tim didn’t guess was its final and most important function: a parental tool.

One day Tim took his laptop on a stake-out to test out a new program he had developed, except, it had started to rain. So, naturally, Bruce sheltered the boy with his cape and they both grinned as the lighting of the entire building went out across the street, causing the goons inside to enter a panicked frenzy.

“rock paper scissors for who gets to crash through the window first?”

“you go, robin, you’ve earned it.”

Steph:

She was just happy to make it onto the team, honestly, and was very determined to prove her worth to Batman. Her overly talkative nature reminded Bruce of Dick, her short temper of Jason and her aberrant excitement of Tim. Thus the cape had multiple uses with this robin, but she wanted none of it.

She was surprisingly disciplined on the field, clearly acting overly serious to try reach this imaginary standard she set. 

“Don’t follow me until I give you the signal.”

“Yes sir.”

“I’m your mentor, not your boss.”

“Yes, Sensei.”

“* sigh *”

So in order for her to relax, unwind a bit, he noticed how she always had a granola bar in her utility belt, and did the same. He could hear Steph’s stomach growl and reached for his utility belt under his cape.

“Can’t find what you’re looking for? We used quite a few smoke bombs in the previous attack huh? Maybe I have some spare -”

Bruce, pulling out a granola bar: “Sorry, it got crushed a little, I’m pretty sure it’s just dust in the packet now but here, stop taking up space for snacks in your own belt. Mine has much more space.” 

“:00 !!”

“How do you managed to not crush these delicate breakfast bars anyway?”

Steph, smirking: “It’s a delicate art . .”

“Huh, might use it for precision training.”

He also shelters Steph from the wind when she needs to take off her hairban and arrange her hair.

Dami:

He ses the cape and cowl as a prize to be earned - his birth right which he must work hard to obtain. The boy already had his own dark cape, with a hood, which suffices to keep him warm and hidden throughout the night. But Bruce’s is much . . bigger. He’s also tiny. I think you’ve already guessed where I’m going with this.

“They’re only expecting one of us, I say we practice maneuver eight.” The boy suggested with all seriousness.

“Good idea, robin. Get into position.”

Bruce stands alone in the middle of a giant museum which the riddler is keeping hostage until the commissioner brings the ransom money, goons pointing their guns at him from every nick and corner as the riddler remains safely locked away in one of the bank safes - letting his men do all the work.

“Bold move coming in here head on with no back up.”

Guns start blazing, and Bruce is busy dodging them while the riddler tries to escape.

Cue the riddler’s shocked expresssion when he hears a small arabian boy’s high-pitched war cries.

“Operation Robin Spring attack.”

And Dami easily finds his way past all the goons and dropkicks the riddler, then goes to free the hostages.

(Robin spring attack is called that, because well, it’s an attack where Dami literally jumps out from under Batman’s cape. But also “spring” because robins don’t usually appear in spring in most countries, and it’s a surprise attack.)

Thank you for listening.

[octalove]

The Menu

(Batgirl/Red Hood)

Description: Reader has been looking for Red Hood for months. A small risk takes her right to him- but it’s not what she expects.

TW: Light description of gore.

“Nothing?” I asked, surprising myself at how nervous I sounded.

“Nothing yet, Batgirl.” I twisted my lip. I know Oracle didn’t resent me for taking up the mantle- we’d talked about it. Several times. Long talks, over coffee and finger sandwiches. She was proud of me, and I of her, and that was that. But a sort of guilt had settled too deeply to be wiped away, as I now wore the bat on my chest, and she wore a headset in its absence.

“He’s good at this, you know. Don’t be surprised if we don’t catch him red handed.” If Nightwing hadn’t sounded so serious, I would’ve thought it was a purposeful pun.

Honestly, though, I wasn’t expecting to catch him. Red Hood had eluded us for months while simultaneously managing to usurp the entirety of Gotham’s underground in a matter of half a year. Anyone that wasn’t under his thumb was chained to concrete at the bottom of Cape Carmine. All except us.

The man himself was evasive, but his goons were anywhere crime was- that was to say, everywhere. Two nights previous, we‘d run into some- Nightwing, Red Robin and I. We were doing well, naturally, but somewhere along the way, a man abiding prison rules had slammed his balled fist into my temple, and taking advantage of my disorientation, had pinned me on the cold warehouse floor and growled vulgar things into my face. Only a moment, before Red Robin speared his dull-end staff into the man’s sternum, taking his breath along with his ability to speak. He’d never admit it was for the sake of poetic justice.

Tonight, it was dark. I felt something, stirring, like the fight had knocked something off the shelf within me. Batman called it instincts- said I had strong ones, but somehow in between praises never managed to trust them the way I did. We were in Otisburg- location of the last reported sighting of our slippery, red-helmed target. Of course, I knew he was long gone, if he had really been spotted at all. We were watching empty streets, and I felt fervid restlessness trembling beneath my skin at the idea of that. I let dead air pass for a while. Quiet. Peace.

Finally, I stood. They wouldn’t notice if I went dark for a moment; I was similar to Batman in that regard. Contrast to him, however, I trusted my instincts, where he didn’t. And my instincts were telling me to slip away from Otisburg before he could stop me.

Nowhere in the north was there a place so dark and venomous as Gotham- and nowhere in Gotham was there a place so evident of this fact as Crime Alley. Nestled in the concave ruins of an old slum district, an unsavory black dread had settled in every street corner, juxtaposed, not complimented, by the titian and auburn neon lights burning of the bars and strip clubs. A smokescreen of choking smog evoked the feeling of being watched, and the scent was even heavier than that of the smoky ports. A slow, swaying song played from a radio in the warehouse, broken occasionally by a radio host’s grim report of politics or the death of someone no one seemed to know, or care about. A few men sat around, some paced, gripping their weapons. None looked completely relaxed. They were inconspicuous, henchmen that could’ve belonged to anyone. But they didn’t belong to just anyone. I watched for a minute, draped in the deep shadows of the exposed rafters.

He was the worst of them. I’d seen the crime scenes he left behind. Yellow tape usually prepared me for anything- expect the worst, that’s what Nightwing said. Expect the worst thing you can imagine, and you’ll usually find it’s at least not that horrible. Red Hood always managed to exceed the expectation. Do things beyond what I was capable of imagining. Human flaying, blood let corpses, decapitated heads with the teeth pulled out, scalping with dull blades. Gouged eyes and hastily extracted entrails. To those he deemed worthy of some modicum of mercy, two bullets sufficed. Those he didn’t want found never were. I’d only ever seen him from afar- or in pictures and security footage.

His footfall was heavy- weighed down with armor and his myriad of deadly weapons. Nothing about the way he walked seemed hesitant or unsure. I wondered if he was well-planned and methodical, or let a natural aptitude for improv carry him.

“Good evening, gentlemen.” He muttered, voice scrambler sharpening the sound.

“Red Hood, Sir.” One of the men returned acknowledgement. He inspected a gadget of his for a minute; it was obscured from my hiding spot.

“Hey, I got a question,” Despite the chilling robotic drag of his helmet, his voice had a distinct northern lilt. Of course, Batman had already deduced that he was probably a local. “Where the hell’s Hoffman? He fought the bats a couple nights ago, yeah?”

“Uh- yes, Sir. He’s over there.” Something told me Red Hood already knew he was over there. A man pulled himself from the shadows. Familiar face. I knew it well. I’d gotten a good look when it had been a couple of inches from mine.

“Red Hood, Sir.” He said, glancing around. God, he looked just like a child who’d been called into his parents room with no idea of what to expect. Red leaned back against a car that didn’t appear to be in operating condition.

“Heard you got it pretty bad.” He said, tone mystifyingly even. Hoffman shrugged, rubbing at his chest.

“I also heard you managed to get little Batgirl on the ground.” He said. This was followed by a jagged laugh. “I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in ya, Hoffy.”

Hoffman relaxed a little, and the first man grinned, clapping him on the back. I scowled, feeling gross. I wondered how many other people heard what had happened to little Batgirl. I wanted to go home and shower. Again.

“Yeah, she’s feisty. But look at you- still in one piece.” Hoffman looked like he’d just won the county fair. Red straightened and sighed, brushing a bit of dust from his pants. “Unfortunately, not for long.”

A pistol disappeared from his holster and reappeared in his hand, and in a hair-trigger span of time, a bullet had gone through Hoffman’s stomach. He made a sickly grunting sound as he went backward, and downward. A panicked, involuntary shuddering yelp escaped him as his hands went to the wound.

“I don’t fucking like creeps.” Red sighed again, glancing around nonchalantly, as if he was pondering something. “You can fight Nightwing and his merry band of who-the-fuck-cares all you want. Hell, you can take it right to Batman if you’ve got some ambition in ya,” He pulled back the hammer, aiming it at Hoffman on the ground, who whimpered something that sounded like ‘please’.

“Batgirl,”

Bang.

“Is off.”

Bang.

“The fucking.”

Bang.

“Menu.”

Bang.

Stomach, kneecap, crotch, head. In that order. Blood seeped from the body, appearing black in the dim light. Thick as oil as it outlined his body like a moat, rippling with the still-twitching muscles. I’d forgotten how to breathe. Every wide pair of eyes in the warehouse followed him.

“Who else was there?” He asked. The first man sputtered, blood dotting his drained face.

“I- um- I don’t- Jimmy, I think. Jimmy Murillo. And Rufus Harding!”

He grunted. “Then I gotta go pay a couple visits.” He turned to leave, but before he did, his boots scuffed the rough cement, and he turned on his heel, gesturing at the man with his gun.

“Hey- just for professionalism’s sake- remind me again,” He tilted his head. “What’s Batgirl?”

The man swallowed dryly. “Off- off the menu, Red Hood, Sir.” Red chuckled and gave a satisfied nod.

“Good man.”