#bruce wyane is batman

[the-coffeeaddict-tim-drake]

Just a Kid Next Door - Chapter 1

Bruce is finally back from being stuck in the time stream. Tim managed to save Batman and his loved ones. Now it is time for Tim to go home and rest. But the problem is that, Tim has no home. Or that's what he thinks so.

This will be a multichapter fic on how did Tim reconcile with his family. It will be full of angst, family feels and family shenanigans.

Masterlist

Here is the link to read the story in ao3.

-------------------------------CHAPTER 1---------------------------------

He figured it out. Holy shit, he actually managed to figure out the way to bring back Bruce from being stuck in the time stream. And the Justice league used his plan to save Batman.

 Sure, the last six months had been hard on him – Death of his father and not-so death of Kon, Bart, Steph and Bruce – has definitely taken a toll on him. But on the bright side, he managed to save Bruce and all of his loved ones, right?

He figured it out, right? Then why does Tim still feel empty. Why does he still have the urge to cry until he has no more tears left, shout until his throat burns and pull his hair out until he has no more left. Why does he still feel the needles pricking his skin which makes him want to puke even though he hasn’t eaten anything in a while? Well, three days isn’t just ‘a while’, but he knows for a fact that it’s not a lot too.

These six months had not only been painful but had helped him draw a lot of conclusions. See, Tim is a detective and hence he rely on logic and proofs to believe almost everything. Even though he don’t like what he has to believe sometimes, but truth is the ultimatum.

His string of thoughts is interrupted by Superman who shakes the teen.

“Uh?”

“I was saying that J’onn and Diana managed to put Bruce in the med bay. We ran all of the tests and now are waiting for him to gain consciousness.” Clark says tiredly with an expression of relief on his face.

“Oh”

“Rest, kiddo. You look like you could really use some. I’ll let you know when he wakes up.”

“I don’t wa-“

“I’m afraid Superman is right, Red Robin. We will alert you once Batman gains Consciousness” Wonder Woman interrupted him.

“I’m fine” Tim hissed.

Why did suddenly everyone care about him. Didn’t they consider him crazy a while ago? They didn’t care about him when he repeatedly tried to prove Bruce was alive, and now they want him rest when he finally proved them all wrong.

The Kryptonian and the Amazonian shared a worried look.

“Look child, you have worked tirelessly these few months to bring back Batman. You are just a human. Your body needs rest.” Diana said, her voice laced with concern.

‘They’re faking it, they don’t really care about you’ Tim’s brain chimed. He shuts it down. He doesn’t really have the energy to argue back, so he lies.

“Okay, but I want to see Bruce before I go to take some rest.”

“Of course Kiddo.” Superman added.

Tim dragged himself to the med bay. He didn’t realise until now how much his body ached. He really want to take a long shower to wipe off the grim and dirt from his body and drink at least two cups of coffee to feel better.

‘Later’ he reminded himself. ‘Maybe Alfred would have made something delicious for dinn-‘

‘Oh’

He doesn’t live in manor anymore. All the bitter memories from six months before floods his brain. How can he forget any of those? He’s alone.

Wait

He is lonely. He’s been lonely his entire life. He had no one even when he was in the Drake manor, not even his own fucking parents cared about him. Then what’s so new about this.

Maybe, he is just unlovable. Well, that would explain why his parents left him in that cold Manor every time they chose work over their son. And the reason why Dick chose Damian over him and took from him the only thing he had and valued more than his life and gave it to Damian. And why Alfred did nothing when he moved out of the manor. And why no one did anything when he legally emancipated himself from the family.

And would explain why he and Bruce never shared the bond he had with the previous robins. ‘It’s because they were his sons, and you were just the kid next door who forced himself into the mantle of Robin’ his brain chimed again.

A tiny part of him don’t want to believe any of this. But it’s the truth. And truth is the Ultimatum.

He let out a long sigh. He doubts the bats even noticed he went missing these few months. Well, he can’t really blame them. It is the fate of Tim Drake to be unlovable. The least good he can do is leave the family. It wasn’t really like they considered him one anyways in the first place, but they mean everything to him.

They were the very few people who cared if he ate or slept, treated his injuries, listened to his opinion and made him feel like he was important too. Maybe that’s what Tim thought they did. Maybe he read all the signs wrong. Maybe they were just being nice to him. Maybe they were Pretending.

Gosh, Tim feels like slapping himself. Why hadn’t he realised this soon enough.

Tim took too much advantage and space. Forcing himself into the mantle of Robin is one thing but forcing himself into the family is entirely another. He became Robin to save Batman from destroying himself and people around him.

Then why did he crave for his love and attention. Why did he think that he at least  meant something to them. It’s all his fault. He was digging his own grave all this time. He had too much fucking expectations even though he knew the truth all along. Yelp, now he has to face the consequences.

But no matter what, he loves them. Loves them so fucking much that it hurts. He still remember what he had said to Ra’s before the old man pushed him from the WE building.

“Bruce might not consider me his son, but he is still a father to me.”

His spiralling thoughts came to an end when he reached the door to the med bay.

Gosh he missed Bruce. Missed him so much. All he wanted to do was hug him and never leave. But he knows he cannot do so. Bruce might want to meet his family first. Six months of being stuck in the time stream would make him want to spend a lot of quality time with his family first, not some random kid.

A quiet sob escaped from his mouth. He touched his tear stained cheeks and realised he was crying.

‘Stop crying, stop being so weak. Accept the reality and move on’ he told himself.

 ‘It’s not the time or the place to have a fucking panic attack’ he told himself again.

Wiping his tear stained cheeks, he opened the door to the Med bay to be greeted by the sight of his sleeping mentor/not-so father figure.

He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding until then.

He smiled for the first time in many many days. Bruce is safe. He is no longer stuck in the time stream. Tim felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He might not mean anything to them, but they are everything to him.

[v00do-d0ll]

People will say who’s your favorite Robin? who’s your favorite Robin?

🤨…

I’m not here for Robin. I’m here for Bruce Wayne. I’m here for the Batman because that’s the man I have a crush on…back up.

Does he also happen to have children that are appealing to the eye, yes. but I have a crush on that big socially awkward Himbo of a man get out of my face

Anyways, here’s a superbat fanart I found on Pinterest, but the original creator is white_6606 on twitter ♡

[uncpanda]

Those Are the Rules

“No one is to leave the house. That includes the cave. I don’t care if the city is on fire, it’ll survive for one night. Every single one of you is to be in bed by midnight. Tim, that means you. I’m hiding the coffee in the morning, so don’t count on that to keep you awake. NONE OF YOU are allowed in the kitchen. The last time you all went in there, it resulted in a fire, and I had to buy Alfred a new stove from France. The shipping process was a pain, and I don’t want to go through that again. Are there any questions?” 

You can hear your husband’s voice all the way from the top of the stairs. He’s giving his stay at home speech to the kids: Jason, Tim, Damian, and Cass. You have to bite your lip to keep from smiling. You walk down the stairs in your bare feet, with your heels hanging off your fingers. When you reach the living room, you peek around the door to find Jason trying to argue the loopholes in Bruce’s rules. 

“So, we have to be in bed by midnight, but not asleep. Also, we can have the coffee as long as we find it, right?” 

You slip on your heels, and you can almost hear Bruce’s eye twitching. 

You step around the corner of the doorway, and your kids smile at you. You run your hands up Bruce’s spine, over his tuxedo jacket, and over his shoulders to lock him in a hug/ head lock. Despite the heels, you still have to go up on your toes to see over his shoulder, “J, if you keep looking for loopholes like this, I’m gonna send you to law school.” 

The smirk he sends you is pure Bruce, “Probably a good idea. If our family secret ever get’s out we’re going to need a good lawyer. You hum, and Bruce’s eyes finally slide to look at you. “I wasn’t done with my speech.” 

You kiss his cheek, “Yes you were. I heard you ask for questions.

“At which point Jason tried to pick apart the rules, which means I need to go in depth . . . and maybe ban coffee all together.” 

The look of fear on Tim’s face, the calculating one on Jason’s, and the annoyed look on Damian’s is enough for you to intervene. Cass is an angel who stopped listening ten minutes ago. 

You rock back on your heels, grab your husband by the collar of his tux, and pull him down to you for a kiss. He responds immediately. His arms wrap around you, and he pulls you close. You hear your kids gagging in the background. When you pull away, you start escorting him out of the living room. You shoot a wink at your kids over your shoulder. 

Bruce looks at you, “We’re gonna come back to a burned down house.”

“No we’re not.” 

He goes to pull your coat from the closet, “Alfred is in England, and Dick is with the Titans at the tower. Those are the only two who can keep those miscreants in line while we’re gone.” 

You slip into your coat as a new voice says, “I remember when you used to call me a miscreant.” 

Bruce freezes, and you have to tug your coat free of his fingers. You smile as you turn around to face your oldest son. He’s all smiles, “Hi mom.” 

“Hi baby boy.” He comes over and kisses your cheek. 

Then he turns to Bruce, “Hey there, old man.” 

Bruce raises an eyebrow, “I thought you were with the Titans.” 

Dick rolls his eyes, “And that means I can’t come home periodically?” 

Your husband’s brow furrows, “I thought . . .”

“Bruce . . . dad, I wanted to do something on my own. It doesn’t mean I abandoned the family. Literally, the only reason I haven’t been back before now is because I was settling in and unpacking.” 

“It takes you four days to settle in and unpack?”

Your oldest turns to look at you, “Can you please take your overbearing, over protective, busybody husband to this charity gala?” 

You smile, “Only once you reassure him that you’re spending the day with us tomorrow.” 

Bruce frowns, “Why are you talking about me like I’m not here?” 

Dick continues on, “Because it goes without saying. Now shoo.” 

You laugh, grab Bruce’s arm, and lead him out to the car. He hands you the keys without question, a little smile is on his face. “I’ve missed him.” 

“He’s only been moved out for four days, Bruce. He’s twenty. He wants to strike out on his own.” 

He shoots you a look, “Doesn’t make it any less true though, does it? ‘

You allow a nostalgic smile onto your face, “No. It doesn’t.” 

Bruce nods, and climbs into the passenger seat, “At least we have a fifty fifty shot of the house still standing when we come home.”

[xoacesgf]

why is there so many batfam x neglected reader posts? i need the angst writers to stop please i can’t take it anymore

[coffee-master]

Batlantern gives me ADHD x Autism ship vibe

[kstarlitchaotics]

Clark: Do you think Bruce has been picking on me lately?

Hal: I haven't noticed.

*Bruce walks in*

Clark: Hi Bruce!

Bruce: Must you be so cheerful? You empty-headed boy scout knockoff.

Clark to Hal: Let me know if you noticed anything.

[peachpopsstuff]

Defenestrate them all night !

[smutinlove]

good night! feel free to stalk me!!!!!

[cuthwyn]

I’m Alive!!!

So, the last few years went … well … in a not well kind of way.

Qualified as a nurse … whooo

Ended up in an abusive relationship where my love of DC (and pretty much anything that made me me )was slowly crushed …. Less whooo

Good news… still a nurse and now out of that relationship and free!!

Great news … I’ve got my mojo back and I’m writing again. I missed writing and my comics so much :(

At the moment I’m trying to finish off Re-Educating Jason and a very old fic of mine A Handful of Moments I Wish I Could Change.

I’m also working on a new fic for Halloween. Untitled as yet and still WIP, but here’s a snippet as a sorry for those who were reading my stories and I then vanished???

‘Jason was sat on the floor, slouched against his bike. It were as if he had been heading off back to wherever he was currently staying and someone had cut his strings like a puppet.

‘Hood?’ Batman asked cautiously, stepping closer to see that his son was still conscious, eyes flitting around the Cave. There was no response to his name. Not even when Batman tried again to gain his attention.

‘Robin?’ Batman asked again, hesitant and unsure.

Jason eyes moved to look up at him and he smiled weakly.

‘Hey B. Kids okay? I got ‘em home.’ His voice was off, far away, younger, and it looked like Jason was putting in a lot of effort to find his words.

Nodding, Batman crouched down and squeezed Jason’s shoulder as he had when he’d actually been Robin. This presentation was more than a little concerning.

‘The kids are safe Robin. You did a good job. How are you chum? Are you okay?’

Letting out a long shaky breath, Jason nodded and he looked down at his hands. He studied them intently before using a finger to stroke over a fingernail as if proving it was still there.

‘I’m good. Kids home. They’re scared. Hadda save ‘em.’

Pursing his lips, Bruce tilted Jason’s chin up towards the light. His pupils were blown wide. The sticky residue of fear toxin stuck to the small hairs of his nostrils.

Damian had been wearing the Red Hood on arrival, with Tim wearing Jason’s gas mask to protect from further inhaling the toxic gas. Both had been given antitoxin. Red Hood carried two doses at all times.

Jason had gone out to face the Scarecrow with nothing but his bare face. His brothers had been given the equipment mean to protect him!

‘Oh Robin, you silly, stupid boy.’ Batman scolded, smoothing the hair out of his son’s face only to be shaken off.

‘Am ‘kay. Just- just a bad day. I can deal. Kids need safe.’ Jason mumbled, his voice a thin wispy thing that stole all breath from Bruce’s lungs.

Bruce watched in growing horror as Jason’s gaze focused on some other unseen nightmare again with a blank expression. He was tumbling headfirst into catatonia. This won’t happen again. It won’t. Bruce wouldn’t let it.

Dragging Jason to his feet, he slung a limp arm around his shoulders so he could take most of Jason’s weight.

‘Walk Robin!’ He barked his order in Batman’s voice. ‘Come on soldier, walk!’

Letting out a breath of relief, Bruce held Jason tighter to his side when boots clumsily stumbled along with him. 

‘That’s it. Good boy. You’re safe Robin. I’ve got you. Keeping walking.’

‘Warehouse? Joker?’

The question drove into Bruce’s gut like a knife but he just swallowed and nodded.

‘Yes. Yes Robin. I’ve got you. I came for you. You’ve got to keep walking. Walk Robin.’ Bruce answered, eyes looking ahead as he hauled his son past the med bay containing the rest of his family. ‘I need more antitoxin! And Ativan. I need Ativan!’ 

Bruce hoped Alfred heard him as he booted open the door to the showers and shoved an increasingly dissociating Jason inside.’

[comics-and-mental-breakdowns]

Yeah I’m making fun of Bruce ‘adopt first, questions later’ Wayne but I’m also making a joke about how some of the fandom ignores that the Batfam is found family half the time.

The Waynes count as found family because Bruce found all the traumatised children and went ‘oh, new family memeber’.

[thebatcave45]

I Missed You 

No warnings. Small Bruce Wayne drabble. No descriptions of reader. Fluff. WC 816 *could be any of the Bruce/Batman combos

**gif not mine**

You work closely with Bruce Wyane at his Wayne Enterprises office. He’s been gone for close to a month now instead of the two weeks he said he’d be. You had found excuses to text each other about work but it wasn’t enough. You didn’t feel it was your place to question if he was still actually on the work trip or not but you were getting antsy. Regardless, you missed him. Badly. You had started to notice the tiredness of his face and occasional bruise peeking out of his collar just before he left and it was worrying you. What was he up to at night?

 The morning he reappeared you were at an appointment but his secretary had texted you of his return. Almost slamming into multiple people, you had to practically yell at yourself to slow down and walk towards Wayne Tower at a normal pace. 

***

His back was turned to you as he greeted a man in a crisp gray suit into his office. Dang, you thought. Just the site of him however made you instantly calm down. Walking to your own office, you sat in your comfy desk chair and tried to keep busy by shuffling papers. Finally you leaned back and closed your eyes for several minutes until you heard a familiar ding on your computer and a little box popped up in the lower right corner. 

Come to my office when you have a moment.

 Please. 

-Bruce 

The please was because you had jokingly scolded him one day about needing to be polite, even on the company messenger system. He always added it now as an inside joke. You highly doubted he remembered to say it to anyone else, even as an afterthought. 

 You gathered a folder and some random papers you needed his approval on and made your way to his office. Leaning over his secretaries’ desk as you had done multiple times a day for the past few years now, you pushed the button that would buzz in his office letting him know someone wanted in. The familiar click of the electronic door unlocking signaled to you could head in without him even questioning who it was. Grateful to see his head was down as you walked towards him, it was ridiculous your face felt so flushed. 

“I’m guessing you have a pile of very boring crap waiting for me to sign.” He finally looks up from his desk and his smile starts to fade. 

In one fluid motion he stands and scoots his chair back. As he stood, you were still making your way towards his desk. As you started to slow down, reaching it, he was already around it and meeting you face to face.

"Actually, it’s very important crap that..” but by then he was already kissing you. Not hard and forceful, but almost with a sense of need. You slightly backed up, breaking it. 

“I’m so sorry” he quickly spilled out. Looking almost horrified with himself. 

“No, I just, uh, wait, what?” you started to giggle as you often did when you were nervous. He looked at you with sadness and worry that he had just misread the tension between you two for months now and acted in a completely unprofessional way, 

You watched it all flash before his eyes before quickly saying, “No no! Please don’t, I mean…Could you do that again?” Before he could think about it, he stepped forward and this time put his hand gently on either side of your face as he brought you in as he kissed you again. This time there was no doubt that it was needy. 

As you stood there for what could have been several minutes, you dropped the papers you were holding all over the floor. His arms moved to your waist and back as yours went to his neck and hair. He must have turned you from where you were because you could feel the front desk edge bump into your thighs. Almost sitting on it you heard a beep, shattering the moment. 

Without saying a word to each other, you bend down to the floor and start collecting the papers as he reaches over his desk to push the call button to his secretary's desk. “Give me just a minute. We are still discussing some business” he cooly says without sounding as flushed as he looks. “Very good Mr Wayne” you hear back. 

You are setting the papers down on Bruce’s desk as he makes his way to sit again. You don't make eye contact but he clears his throat. You turn to walk away and as you almost reach the door you quietly hear him. 

“I missed you” he says with almost a pleading tone. 

You turn your head back to look at him, softly smiling. “I missed you too” and walk out of his office.

****

tiny side note. I've written on my main a few times but nothing huge. If you liked this, I understand why some things don't get rebloged but if you could comment what you liked possibly that would really help me improve my writing. Thanks for reading!!! 💕 💕💕

[the-coffeeaddict-tim-drake]

Just A Kid Next Door - Chapter 6

Bruce is finally back from being stuck in the time stream. Tim managed to save Batman and his loved ones. Now it is time for Tim to go home and rest. But the problem is that, Tim has no home. Or that's what he thinks so.

This will be a multichapter fic on how did Tim reconcile with his family. It will be full of angst, family feels and family shenanigans.

Masterlist

Here in the link to read the story in ao3.

-------------------------------CHAPTER 6---------------------------------

This is not unusual to Tim. To be honest Tim has found himself in these kind of situations many times than considered healthy. Especially in the last couple of months. If the last few months have taught him something, it was definitely how to handle the mess you’ve got yourself in. Alone.

Tim lets out a dry laugh, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Slamming his Bo staff upright on the ground, he balanced his whole weight on it while launching his legs on the goon’s face.

It has been a week since Bruce’s return and Tim was trying his best to distract himself by drowning himself in cases.

Tim had a whole army of big bulky thugs to take down. And he considered himself doing a good job as he had already taken down most of them on his own.

When he found the location of warehouse where the shipment of the newly introduced drug in Gotham (Not Surprising) was taking place, he made a grave mistake by storming to the warehouse without any actual plan, which was very much unlike himself. Because Tim had plans for everything.

Hell, he even had a contingency plan written down in case the whole justice league turn into ducks. Which he made when he was running on only two hours of sleep. And was in middle of a desert for some covert mission. And he was not proud of it.

Tim cringed thinking about it now. It sounded like a good plan at that time.

Tim blocked another punch and kicked the man’s chest. A man wearing red mask, almost covering his entire face except for his eyes, snarled and made his way to Tim with a huge glass shard in his hand which Tim assumed probably belonged to the window which he had broken to get inside the warehouse.

“You don’t know whom you are fighting, Dr. Mid-Nite.” The man said, running towards Tim.

“Jesus Christ man, for the last time, I am not Dr.Mid-Nite. How many times do I have to make myself clear?”

Tim effortlessly disarmed the man with his Bo staff and drove his fist into the man’s nose, hard. The man stumbled, head flying as his eyes locked on the roof of the warehouse, unconscious.

“Oops, sorry. That was for not getting my name right.”

“Well that was easy” Tim thought, turning away and walking towards the many boxes stocked neatly at the other end of the warehouse. He wanted to take some the sample of those drugs with him to test it. Because Black mask just keeps coming up with new ways to drug Gotham.

Pocketing the sample in his utility belt, he heard a loud crash coming from the other end. He was not pleased with what he saw.

Standing near the pile of unconscious bodies, was another twenty-or so group of thugs.

“Umm…I’m toast”

“You made a huge mistake by coming here, Dr. Mid-Nite.” The thug standing in the front of the group said, maybe their leader.

“The real Dr.Mid-Nite is going to come and beat me up for identity theft any time soon” Tim said, getting into fighting stance. Clutching his Bo staff, he ran towards the thugs, his cape bellowing behind him.

“But you know what, I think I can take him down” Logically, Tim knew it was hard to take down all of these thugs at once, but it wasn’t impossible. After all, he took down the whole Council of Spider all by himself, when he was in his crusade to save Batman.

He swung his Bo staff at the thugs, kicking them. He then threw a smoke bomb to distract the others.

“Catch him” The leader shouted.

“Do I really look like Dr.Mid-Nite? It’s the cowl, right? I knew I should have ditched the cowl as soon as I came back to Gotham. The domino was so much better” Tim swung a powerful right to the Thug he met halfway. The large man punched Tim in the face. He did it with so much force that Tim went sailing through the air for some unspecified distance. His Bo staff flying somewhere else.

Tim was sure it had left a bruise on his face. Swiftly getting back on his feet, Tim rushed towards the man. Tim knew he need to leave. Soon.

He knew it is of no use fighting these goons. He had got what he wanted, and it was time for him to leave. He has other important issues to deal with than a simple drug bust. He need to contact the GCPD to handover these men.

Just as he was about to swing his arm to punch the man, he felt a searing pain in his abdomen and something hot dripping down his thigh.

“Uh-uh”

He was stabbed. Dammit. How had he failed to see that coming? Of course the man was armed.

Tim’s legs gave out and he fell down on the floor. Getting stabbed sucked. Especially the stiches, which he have to do it himself, will restrict his movements for the next few patrols, which in turn will affect his schedule.

And his missing spleen made it a cherry on top.

Tim let out a shaky sigh. It is going to be a long night.

Tim’s eyes started welling up, making his vision blurry. The man roughly held Tim’s hair, yanking his head backward. He brought the knife close to Tim’s neck.

Tim closed his eyes for a second, thinking of a way to escape. He had already sent a signal to the GCPD when that man was busy stabbing him. All he has to do now was buy some time.

And then he heard a loud crash in front of him. Tim opened his eyes and saw the man lying down on the floor, unconscious. Tim looked up and say a built figure, wearing blue and red suit with a large s- shield on his chest, a black leather jacket complimenting the look.

“Sup-superboy?” Tim chocked out.

“Pretty sure that the title now belongs to Jon, Rob” Kon said grinning, while holding out a hand to him.

Tim ignored the help and shakily got up on his own.

“You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take today off, huh?” Kon said, tutting.

“You could have called us for backup Tim, is it truly that hard?” Tim heard Cassie say, while effortlessly knocking down the other goons.

“I had the situation under my control” Tim huffed.

“You know what, I’m trying my hardest to see things from your perspective, but I just can’t get my head that far up my ass” Cassie said.

“Yeah man, I agree with her” Bart chimed. He was circling the leader of the gang swiftly, making him dizzy.

“So, what brings you guys to Gotham, huh? Need help with anything?”

Kon let out a long sigh.

“We came in search of you, bud. We were worried about you. You hadn’t talked to any of us for a while.”

“I’m fine. I am capable of taking care of myself” Tim sneered.

“God, Tim. We are your friends, man. Of course we always look out for you” Bart said, wiping the dust of his suit while walking towards him.

Tim had no time to reply as Bart swiftly pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Kon and Cassie joined him.

“We missed you so much, dude.”

Tim melted into the hug. Yeah, he missed his friends too. He missed Cassie’s sarcasm, Kon’s crappy jokes and Bart’s never ending appetite. Tim don’t want this moment to end. He with his friends, his small family.

Tim had met Kon only twice after he came back to life, once in Paris and the other time when Kon came to meet him in Gotham.

Tim was grappling his way towards the street of Gotham, thinking about everything that had happened in the past few days. He made assassin friends, worked for Ra’s Al Ghul, fought against the Council of Spiders, found out that Bruce was stuck in the time stream, and the list goes on.

But now, this moment, he was feeling much better. He was back in Gotham.

But this is how Tim knew he needed to see a therapist. Because he actually missed Gotham. This was his first day back in Gotham, and he already have shit ton of work to do.

Tim needed to tell Alfred and Dick about Bruce. Even though he wasn’t part of the family now, they deserved to know. Bruce was practically like a son to Alfred after all, and he was alive.

Bruce is alive.

Bart is alive

And so is-

“Your face is going to break if you keep that up…” Tim was sure he had a whiplash from turning his neck so fast, but sight which greeted him was definitely worth it.

“And honestly, your face wasn’t that great to begin with” Kon completed.

And so is Conner.

Kon just kept on rambling, as Tim was trying to process what was happening.

“Why so happy, let me guess, sale on leather?”

“You’re going to get matching chaps, is that it?”

“Tim?” Kon called out, waving his hand in front of Tim’s face.

“Hello?”

“Okay, now you’re creeping me out, will you say somethi-”

Tim cut off Kon by pulling him closer and locking him in a tight embrace. Sure he had seen Kon in Paris before, but this was the first time he was actually able to process it.

Kon is alive

Alive.

Oh my God, so is Bruce, Bar-

“Tim, buddy. If you’re trying to be all dark and grim now, it isn’t going to help”

“You’re alive.” Tim said, breaking the hug and pulling out his cowl.

“I thought we already conversed this.”

“I knew you were back, that Bart was back, but it all happened so fast that, I never, I never let it soak in.”

Kon smiled at Tim bashfully.

“I missed you too, Rob”

“And now, what are you doing in Gotham. You found something, didn’t you?” Kon asked.

“Let’s just say I’m getting there.”

“How can I help?”

“I still have couple of things to take care of, and then, I’ll be back.”

“Good. Because we miss you, man. Me, Cassie, Bart… all of us.” Kon said, his eyes showing multitude of emotions.

“If you need me, just yell. I’ll hear you.” Kon said, as he started floating, getting ready to fly.

“Thanks.”

“For what?” Kon asked, before leaving.

“For believing in me”

And Kon took his leave, soaring high along with Krypto, leaving Tim with his thoughts.

But Bart, this is the first time he is meeting Bart after he helped him take down Ra’s Al Ghul after he tried to kill Tim when he came to take over Wayne enterprises.

And he was still kinda mad at Cassie for not believing in him at first. Only a little though.

Tim winced as he was released from the hug.

“Are you okay?” Kon asked, voice laced with concern.

“I’m in pain.”

“Do you mean emotional pain or- Oh my God! That’s a lot of blood” Bart shouted, his eyes darting to Tim’s abdomen.

Shoot. Yeah, he totally forgot that he got stabbed.

“Yes. Pain”

“Oh my God, Tim. Are you crazy?” Cassie exclaimed. The last thing Tim saw was his friends’ worried faces as he fell into complete oblivion.

[v00do-d0ll]

OK, so like I know this would never actually happen, but I still think it would be dope as fuck.

I want something to happen where Bruce’s identity gets told to the whole world…like it’s a live stream thing. There are tons of people near him as well, and something happens for people to find out that he’s Batman.

At first, he tries to play it off like “no I’m not Batman. How could I ever be Batman” trying to crank up the Brucie-ness you know..

And then he starts to look around, and he realizes that he cannot convince any of these people that he’s not Batman and knows his identity is out.

And his whole face changes it turns into the Batman face, his serious face.

The world is shocked because they’ve never seen “Brucie Wayne” without his easy going smile.

And There’s probably like a villain thing going on at the same time and that’s why people figure out he’s Batman. So as Bruce Wayne, he takes down all of the villains that are there. And he’s doing all of his martial arts, just kicking their ass as Bruce Wayne in a nice suit.

At some point, somebody shoots him and it lands and he just keeps going because he’s Batman. He’s already done this but these people don’t know that so they’re all shocked that he’s just continuing to fight and win after being shot.

Once he’s taken down all of the villains, he’s covered in blood, suit ripped to shreds, exposing all of his scars. he stands up and looks around and sees that everyone is in complete and utter shock and runs.

I’m not really sure how I would end it. Maybe after he stands up and looks around he could call out for Superman to come get him and Clark just crashes in all worried and takes him and the batfam to the fortress to hide out for a while. Or he takes him to the manor so everybody can pack and then blow everything up I’m not sure but I would love to see that.

[redheadjustin]

Damian finding a kid and just becomes said kids brother like he will stop patrolling and tuck in the kid and will sometimes read a story or show him a trick. One day he’s just like this kid needs family and just takes him home

Daiman Wyane was not necessarily known for his people skills. Not to say he couldn’t be nice, but this man is the son of Talia Al Guhl and Batman. People skill issues just ran in his blood. Though he tried his best to be kind though  he doesn’t want to let people get too close. He didn’t want to corrupt anyone. He knows he is not the best person around. If you wanted that you could look to the other members of the batfamily. 

In a lot of ways you were the same as damian. Your dad was one of Two-Face’s top henchmen. While your mom was a stripper at one of the more upscale clubs in Gotham. You didn’t play well with others. Though you do have friends. You were only 7 but you had anger issues and found it hard to trust others. And unfortunately your parents didn’t help any. Your dad enlisted you for many of the lower tasks that were asked of him from Two-Face. 

That’s how Robin met you. The 12 year old vigilante did not have much tolerance for criminals of any age. But Batman had seen situations like yours a thousand times over. So while Batman went to handle your father he sent Robin to help you. 

The first meeting between you two was tense to say the least. He’d found you carrying an envelope full of protection money that was meant to go to your father. Then to Two-Face. Robin drooped down in front of you which gave you a near heart attack. You’d heard of the bats. Your dad had warned you extensively about what would happen if the bats were ever to capture or get you alone. You were on your own. And no one could help. You felt fear and anxiety fill you. Robin approached you quietly. He knew the reasons why you were doing this. But, just seeing a kid who should be at home watching cartoons or something instead of running around Gotham doing your father’s dirty work. 

“I won’t harm you.” Damian’s voice came out softly. He wasn't Batman's partner right now. He was concerned about you. You could only nod. You had no clue why Robin would be kind to you. You didn’t know that he could relate to a parent using their child for their own selfish reasons. “What's in the envelope?” Damian had a pretty good ideal of what was in it. But he wanted to be sure. Depending on the answer his opinion of your dad would go up slightly or ensure a stabbing with his katana. “P-protection M-money” You replied, trying not to stutter. Behind his mask Damian’s eyes softened. He had failed to consider that you might have been told about the bat family as though they were the boogie man. The thought broke Damian's heart.

By the end of the night your dad was taken to Blackgate while Robin helped you home. Your mom wasn’t home yet. Still working at a club. Damian felt a brotherly bond forming. He wondered if this is how Grayson felt when he met Damian. He helped you into your pajamas and read you a story. And over the weeks it became routine. Damian stopped by a little over 2 hours into patrol to make sure you had dinner and your homework done then get you into pajamas and to bed.

This went on for six months until one day Bruce walked into the study that housed the entrance to the batcave and saw Damian sitting in the armchair while you were coloring on the floor. Damian simply looked up from his book. “We’re keeping him.” Bruce sighed, nodded, then called the adoption attorney. And that was that.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Nightwing - Shadows of the Apprentice

by Resultin42 After 8 years of being forced to be Renegade, apprentice of the infamous mercenary Deathstroke, Dick Grayson finally breaks free after his master's death. But he can't go back to his old life as Robin, so he starts anew as Nightwing. Still, the past rarely dies easily, and as the Batfamily take an interest in the new vigilante in their sister city, old wounds will be reopened and regrets explored. Words: 3529, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English Fandoms: Nightwing (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wyane, Slade Wilson, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Wally West, Roy Harper, Donna Troy Relationships: Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Wally West, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy, Dick Grayson & Teen Titans Additional Tags: Dick Grayson as Slade Wilson's Apprentice, Episode: s01e12-13 Apprentice Parts 1-2, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Heroes to Villains, Villains to Heroes, Evil Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Hopeful Ending, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson was Renegade, Loss of Identity, Loss of Control, Hallucinations, Guilt, Regret, Dick Grayson Has a Bad Time, Flashbacks via https://ift.tt/7MH0zwe

[siremasterlawrence]

Hero’s For Hire Part 1 - 2

The Bat, The Wing and The Robin

Batman, Nightwing, and Robin stand tall on a roof top of a abandoned building in sky line of Gotham.

Nightwing notices a strange man top a roof

top across the road breaking glass then are

jumping through the floor.

He uses his grappling hook to yank to the other side rolling down the roof then in to the sky roof top.

The man enters the room cascading in the dark clapping loudly at the feats of what this man is able to do.

Nightwing is not impressed rifting upward to his feet he flips his e-stim sticks in to the air with a fierce effort.

Taking the stance he throws a punch right, left and then kicks each one blocks him with his hands.

He grabs Nightwing’s right legs swinging him to the side slamming him in into the floor he assumes control.

Nightwing’s expression is in panic holding him down painfully with no questions asking of him.

Nightwing’s stares in to his eyes is lost in it his body is frozen in time and he will listen and obey.

“Hello Nightbitch! “

“The name is Nightwing”

“Whatever Babe!”

“Who are you ?”

“The keeper of Gotham”

“The future ruler”

“I am Blue Cosmic”

“Bastard! You arrogant prick”

“Let’s go “

“Why can’t I move?”

“Focus on me “

“My power is resonating”

“Eyes locked on me”

“Take my hand”

“Now doesn’t that feel better “

“Who are you ?”

“The maker “

“My maker “

He offers his hand helping Dick Grayson up to his feet slapping him across the face to his shock.

Dick can’t stop him taking the abuse to his face, I am so in control to his detriment I am more powerful.

His body dives in to a hug wounding around him tightly, he digs his nose into my skin as he inhales deeply.

Dick kisses me slowly tasting my lips in a hot rapture consuming my body as they are getting nastier.

He smirks brightly knowing he should fight me, he cannot fight and does not want to at all.

Leaving the space he mindless following me back to my throne room, I sit he knelt to his feet in between my legs.

He took my hands in his kissing up both of my arms touching, licking and kissing my skin on fire.

He rose up using his feet to sit on my lap in a heat laying on my lap he begins to hump me.

We begin to make out extending my hands on his head and on his back propelling in to my body.

“Oh Blue Haven!”

“Yes!”

“Why do I love you ?”

“You know why”

“You own me”

“Good boi!”

“Mmmm…I understand “

“No you don’t”

“What do you mean?”

“Not really “

“I own you “

“I created you “

“You are Nightbitch”

“I am Nightbitch”

“Hell yeah!”

“Fuck me! Please”

“Why?”

“I beg you “

Batman and Robin in concern try to break in and intervene falling face forward in to trap I set up.

BOOM Nightwing laying on my back we lean in to each other, Batman and Robin strap in to the machine.

The machine rattles exploding as bean hits him head on erase Batman’s mind he is now only Bruce Wayne and his ward Jason Todd.

They now spend all day partying, Jason at school and Bruce at Wyane Technology are doing as I command.

Saving Captain Rogers

Bruce Wayne rises to his feet ripping off his Batman costume throwing the remaining black and blue shreds to the floor.

Jason follows as the red, yellow and back hit the floor torn to pieces leaving his old life forever.

Backs turn walking out of hero dom for all of their existence to the end of time they will know and do as I say.

What I didn’t know is that completely to my own unawareness that Captain America is staring down at me .

He does a double down dropping in a major back flipping status landing in front of me with no chill.

His godly body and pale face peer down at me in a feverish pitch I laugh thinking of how this will go.

Kicking him in the shin he screams in pain in a howl reverberation through the wind he fell

I laugh wickedly kicking him in the head as he falters he hits my leg then I took his head in mg knee.

Throwing his head in to a bloody pitch the impact is sudden and I am the greatest and most powerful yet.

“Damn fool”

“What is so funny?”

“You willing stepped in to it”

“What?”

“Your down fall”

“What?”

“Here we go…boom”

“Speak freely “

“Hear me Captain”

“You can’t resist “

“I can’t…resist”

“Mwahahahahaha…foolish”

“Accept my hand “

“Yes….thank you “

“Wait no! Fuck you”

“STOP”

“YES”

“Obey me”

“OBEY”

“I obey “

“Rise “

“Yes”

“Who are you ?”

“America’s ass”

“Who am I?”

“Master Lawrence “

“My Master”

“Swear”

“Pledge yourself “

“My love”

“Kiss me”

“With pleasure “

“My God”

“My love “

“My pleasure “

“Own me”

“I already do”

“Love me”

“I love you “

The end