#bruharley

[vodrae]

Artemis: Guys, we have nothing left, not a penny, can you consider calling your dad ?

Jason and Roy: What about no ?

Kori: I can ask Dick if necessary ^^

Jason: No.

Ravager: I don't have a vision of it but I swear if you don’t find a solution you will die very soon.

Jay: Okay, okay...Let me think two minutes.

On the other side of the world, Harley is boxing her keyboard and type something very fast.

Selina and Ivy: What are you doing ?!

Harley: Brucie and Batsy opened an onlyfans !

Wonder Woman rushes by the window and slams multiple times her credit card on the desk.

Diana: NOW!

[fenrir-wolf-of-gotham]

Who’s allowed to join? Is it just anyone who likes the ship or do we have to pass a criteria?

harleybat discourd!

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bruharley + childhood sweethearts au?

CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS that's so fucking sweet and i had to base this off my favourite childhood sweethearts so have a riff on pushing daisies ;)

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He remembers her as she was: hair tied into uneven pigtails as she bounced across the manor lawn, eyes twinkling bright as she beckoned him to follow.

He sees her as she is, beautiful and peaceful and wrong: her eyes closed, framed by loose golden hair, hands clasped to her chest to her chest holding a single red rose.

There are things that are meant to be and from the very core of Bruce's being he believes that the moment Harley opens her glassy blue eyes and says, "heya, Brucie, what're you doin' here?" without missing a single beat is one of them.

[waluigis-biggest-fan]

Any of my followers interested in me making a second account for in character Batman selfship shenanigans, ships, headcanons, and occasional ooc opinions.

(The ships would primarily be OCxCassxSteph and BruHarley but Kate Kane x Catwoman would be mentioned).

@givelizardsswords

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LOOOOOK AT THEMMMMMMMM I WILL LITERALLY NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS KINDNESS

Humble bruharley for @aceofshitposts

[cobra-creampuff]

Batman the Animated Series

fav character: Bruce Wayne

least favourite character: Hugo Strange probably (although I don’t remember every cameo character ofc)

otp: Bruharvey, Bruharley, Brutanna (don’t drag my het loving ass)

brotp: Jim + Bruce

notp: Jarley

[cadkitten]

See Me for Who I Am

Kinktober: Breathplay

BruHarley - Sequel to I See Who You Are

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#bruharley [from @strawberryjei]

jei I love the enthusiasm but unfortunately this post is absolutely about me getting bent over the batmobile

Hit in the back of the head like a steel chair with this one

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Music swells over the ballroom, conversation and laughter filling in any spaces left between notes.

It's been a rather unremarkable evening so far. The same conversations over charitable donations, the company, how's Bruce, Tim? We haven't seen him in a while.

Tim's fairly sure that's on purpose. He could only lose the "random" drawing for who has to go to the party instead of patrol so many times before getting suspicious.

Regardless, Tim is left with his mind drifting as he twirls a girl, Amelia he thinks, in a fluffy pink dress around the room. She had been asking him to dance all night and at this point it was easier to give in than continue finding excuses not to. At least the box step was ingrained enough in his muscle memory he didn't have to worry about stepping on her crystal encrusted pumps.

"May I cut in?"

Oh thank God, Tim thinks, as Amelia's face seems to light up at the newcomer. Tim takes a step back as she curtsies, extending a hand and -

There's a hand on Tim's waist and another guiding him to turn around by his shoulder and he looks up to see -

"Thank you, miss," Jason says smoothly over Tim's shoulder, his smile all teeth. Tim barely keeps the bubble of laughter threatening to burst out under control.

"What are you doing here?" Tim asks as Jason begins to lead him around in a slightly clunky approximation of a waltz.

"Finished my route, thought you suffered alone long enough." Jason shrugs. "Sorry if I step on your toes."

Around them Tim can hear the whispers starting, no doubt because nobody can quite place the handsome stranger that just crashed the ball. Tim can't quite bring himself to care.

"Mmm, tell me you have a pumpkin carriage to whisk me away in?"

Jason barks out a laugh, loud and sudden enough that he stumbles the next move slightly.

"You know it, pretty bird, let's go."

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aite ok i'm changing mine to harley comes to dinner😂so you're not flooded by ghost shit sdkfj

Uh uh no I WILL answer the one you sent asking about ghost shit I just will do it when I get home cuz tumblr mobile is a nightmare trying to get links to the other posts 😂

BUT congratulations you've landed on one of two that are more about Bruce! This one's specifically from an "all Robins" au I like to play with where all the kids are relatively close in age and all get to be Robin at the same time 😂 plus I added Carrie and Talia (earth 11) because I love them and nobody could stop me.

This particular wip is about Bruce's old college friend coming to dinner for the first time since. Well, the whole joker stuff. Bruce has been a big advocate and sponsor for Harley since she broke up and got away from joker and he honestly he wants to hang out with his friend again. And also desperately wants her to like his kids 😂

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Bruce is nervous. Bruce isn't normally an anxious person, his given choice in activity demands he at the very least be able to control his emotions, be calm in even the most adverse situations. However his anxiety has fully bloomed into a constant buzzing beneath his skin, a need to move and do something that has resulted in him retreating to the cave and polishing batarangs.

Yes, it's that bad.

He can hear Jason and Tim sniggering at him from somewhere to his left, the two of them working on a new coolant system for Tim's motorcycle. He's relatively certain they just came down here to watch him break down.

"Sir, if you're done slowly eroding the cutting edge of your weapons, your guest is arriving."

Bruce absolutely does not jump. That would be unbecoming of The Batman. Jason and Tim are laughing at him again.

"Is everyone ready?" Bruce asks with as much authority as he can muster. It isn't very much if the raised eyebrow from Alfred tells him anything. He spares a glance over to the cave's computer system, watching a bright red convertible wind up the manor driveway.

"Everyone, except for you."

Bruce looks around Alfred to look at Jason and Tim who are both stripping out of grease strained hoodies to reveal relatively clean dress shirts underneath. Tim sticks his tongue out at Bruce.

On the security feeds the front door to the manor is opened with a great flourish.

"Auntie Harley has arrived!"

"Auntie?" Jason echoes from behind Bruce. This is going to be a disaster.

"And she brought presents!" Harley sing songs in the currently empty foyer.

"Auntie," Tim says with a great air of finality before grabbing Jason's hand and bolting for the stairs. Judging from the sound that's akin to that of a stampede, the rest of the kids agree. Disaster averted. For now.

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I'm going to remember you as the one who's made me think about BruHarley for the first time in my life--and LIKE it.

Me putting it out there:

Me when other people start liking it too:

[crimson--lux]

floppy unicorn Tim made me laugh xD so I made some fanart! Plus babies Bruce and Harley are so cute <3 exploring jaytim as domestic fluffy parents is always a top tier idea. Sorry it's super sketchy, maybe when real life lets up I'll be able to make some proper jaytim/bruharley fanart 9u9

Butterfly hair clips!

Anon you didn't ask for it but oops it's again (jaytim babysitting deaged bruharley)

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Jason isn't really sure what to expect when he returns from the store. The kids were still asleep when he left, Tim assuring him that he could handle them so Jason could go buy some she appropriate toys.

He had been in the middle of deciding between two different equally sparkly accessory making kits when Tim had texted him an ominous, "they're awake."

Harley has undone one of her pigtails to use the hair tie to apparently tie up Tim's bangs in front of his face like a particularly floppy unicorn horn.

Tim looks pleadingly at him for help. Jason holds up the plastic bags, the rustling causing both kids to focus their attention on him.

"Jay! Whatcha get? Did you get me anything?" Harley bounds up to him, making grabby hands at the bags.

"You're supposed to say please," Bruce chides, coming to stand beside a bouncing Harley. He seems to be trying to look uninterested in whether Jason got anything for him but his eyes keep sliding back over to the bags.

"I got a bunch of stuff, let's go to the table, yeah?"

Harley bolts like a bat out of hell, dragging Bruce bodily behind her.

"You survived?"

"Barely," Tim intones, eyes focusing on the front facing ponytail bobbing in front of his eyes.

Jason pats himself on the back for deciding on buying multiple craft kits, Bruce was currently putting together a little wooden t. rex model while Harley worked on making little plastic hairclips, many of which were now decorating both Tim and Jason's hair.

"TADAH!" Harley announces, loud enough that Bruce squeezes a little too much glue into the part he was holding. "This one's for you, B!"

Harley holds up her creation, looking extremely proud of herself, a blue and black butterfly covered in enough glitter to choke a horse. Once she's sure Bruce has had a good look at it she carefully leans over to pin it in his hair right over his ear.

Jason's not sure he's ever seen Bruce turn such a vibrant shade of pink.

"Thank you, Harley," Bruce says stiffly, eyes firmly staring at his little dinosaur diorama. Harley doesn't seem to notice Bruce's averted fact, just beams at him happily then returns to making more glitter infused accessories.

Jason looks over to Tim who's surreptitiously lowering his phone back into his lap, a small smile on his face. When he catches Jason's gaze he looks down to the table, pushing his own art project towards Jason.

Two little pom pom birds, one with a red head and brown body and one with a black head and red body, glued down to a piece of cardstock. Underneath Tim has written RH + RR.

Jason reaches under the table to grab Tim's hand and resumes making sure the kids don't accidentally glue their fingers together.

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lmao bruharley over batquinn any day ☠️ but do whatever u want lol 😂

I like them both! Batquinn has a good sound to it but I also like bruharley cuz I like the implication it's Bruce not just the bat

But it's fine to have preferences lol unfortunately only one of those tags gets more traffic than the other

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bruharley + upside down, for prompts?

(also i hope you enjoy your holiday, even if it’s not what u had planned <3)

It's already been a long night.

Every night was a long night, honestly, but this one had particularly worn on Bruce's nerves. Four armed robberies across the city, a kidnapping ring sting that he'd had to go into alone due to Dick spraining his ankle earlier in the week, Damian was having a row with Tim while Tim was...

Bruce decided he didn't want to think about what Tim was currently doing at Jason's safehouse. Casework.

Definitely.

The point is, Bruce is doing one last patrol sweep and going home.

He's just about done for he night when he hears a commotion on the fire escape above him and an emphatic, "oh, shoot."

Bruce counts to ten in his head before looking back, finding a remarkably calm Harley Quinn hanging upside down off the first landing; completely tangled in an array of someone's holiday lights.

"How." Bruce means it to be a question though, really, at this point did it even matter.

"Oh, well, hello to you too, Bats. Nice night isn't it? I'm doing fine, thanks," Harley rattles off with a nonchalant, upside down shrug.

Bruce stares her down, watching her face turn steadily more pink as the blood rushes from her feet down until she cracks.

"I dunno, maybe I saw my friend brooding at the end of an alleyway and thought to myself I could go cheer him up and maybe I slipped and now here we are, happy?"

"Not particularly," Bruce replies with a smirk while Harley rolls her eyes.

"Hey, y'know, this is kinda like that, uuh, y'know the guy with the spiders in those comics."

"Spider-Man?"

"Yeah! Gee, you're such a nerd, but you know when he hangs upside down and the ginger girl pulls his mask down to kiss him in the rain--"

"For someone accusing me of being the nerd you seem to know the scene pretty well."

"Shush!" Harley hisses, face getting redder. "You gonna kiss me or not?"

"Well, when you put it that way," Bruce says and strides forward, putting one gloved hand against Harley's cheek.

She grins, looking rather pleased with herself and Bruce supposes she would since she gets exactly what she wants: Bruce to kiss her.

However, she isn't quite as pleased when Bruce steps back after and rather than helping her down, grabs his grapple from his belt.

"Hey, hold on, Bats. B, aren't you gonna help me down?"

"I'll let Batgirl know you need assistance. See you next time, Dr. Quinzel."

"What, no! You're supposed to help me and carry me into the sunrise, get back here! Batman!!"

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👀 AU where Bruharley meet at a masquerade gala ❤️‍🔥

This is supposed to be that 5 head canons but my heart heard "Cinderella au", then ran with it and then never really got to the Cinderella part anyway so we just rounded back around to meeting at a masquerade ball 😂 WHATEVER ENJOY

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𝓐 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓮...

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Bruce isn't fooled. He knows what this is about and it isn't really to celebrate his skills as a leader or the period of peace times the kingdom was currently enjoying or whatever Dick and Alfred had cooked up. He knows that's not what this about.

His family is worried about him, he gets that. He just wishes they didn't insist on interfering when Bruce was perfectly happy, thank you. His failed engagement to Selina was… alright, it was still a little sore but that was to be expected. But it was better than before, Selina had even sent letters on her travels in the last year. So.

He was fine.

He was fine and absolutely did not need to meet new people under the guise of a masquerade ball.

And yet here he was.

Nursing a glass of wine, hoping desperately not to catch anyone's eyes. From across the ballroom he can see Jason and Tim conspiring together, their red and black masks inconspicuously matching. Bruce suspects half the sudden insistence on him meeting new people is in part due to Jason and Tim returning from their latest trip where they certainly eloped.

The night was still young, unfortunately, which meant Alfred expected him to continue mingling for at least another three hours. He'd already danced with more than his fill of prospective hopefuls, some better than others at hiding their intentions. Bruce appreciated the gesture, sure, but he wasn't sure how else this was supposed to go.

He catches movement to his left, as much as he can with the mask obstructing his vision, a woman in a slinky yellow dress with a large ruffle down the side approaching swiftly. Surely Alfred can forgive him for avoiding just one dance tonight? He turns sharply and heads for the gardens hoping to lose the woman in the shuffle of bodies.

The night air is a welcome relief, the gardens are mercifully quiet compared to the crowded ballroom. Quieter, anyway, since as Bruce rounds the corner of a hedge towards the fountain he immediately starts hearing the sounds of a struggle.

"C'mon you stupid thing…"

Sitting on the edge of the fountain is a woman, her silvery white bodice bleeding into a extremely voluminous red skirt made up of multiple jagged layers which was currently bunched up in her arms as she tried desperately to do up the strap on her heels.

"Would you like help?" The words are out of Bruce's mouth before he even fully processes the offer, the woman's head snapping up to look at him.

Her masquerade mask resembles a harlequin, red and black diamonds edged with silver. Curly blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, several pieces falling into her face from where they've come loose from a half updo.

"Well, ain't this embarrassing," she huffs, "didn't even make it into the party before having a wardrobe malfunction."

Bruce finds himself chuckling. "That's alright, the party isn't all that great anyway."

Crimson lips curve into a smile. "Oh, yeah? Then I guess I got all dressed up for nothing."

"I wouldn't say that. May I?"

She shrugs and sticks out her foot, having to gather the many layers of her skirt up in order to reveal the unbuckled shoe.

"I like your bat mask," she says after releasing the layers of her skirt so far they all hit Bruce in the face, "very mysterious."

"It was my youngest's idea," Bruce mumbles, backing away from the woman as she unnecessarily dusts herself off.

"Youngest? There isn't a Mrs Bats I gotta be looking out for is there? Because I will find out and tell her you were out here fondling a poor girl's feet in a heartbeat."

She rounds on Bruce, lips turned down in a severe frown as she points an accusatory finger in his direction. It's quite the sight, a woman in quite possibly the biggest ball gown Bruce has ever seen looking like she was one step away from trying to beat Bruce within an inch of his life for someone she didn't even know existed.

"No," Bruce chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender. "There is no, uh, Mrs Bats, as you say."

She assesses him for a moment more before relaxing. "I am choosing to believe you but if you're lying…"

"I'll hold you to it." Bruce holds out his hand, a smile tugging at his lips as he asks, "would you care to dance?"

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PLEASE write the Jay & Tim side of the bruharley masquerade thing IM BEGGING YOU I LOVED IT AND I WANNA KNOW HOW JAY & TIMS NIGHT WAS GOING WHEN YOU ALLUDED TO THEM 🥺🥺🥺

LMAO well i guess i could've expected this. Honestly, this could probably quite easily fit in to the other royalty stuff i've written for jaytim 😂😂

Bruce's suspicions are correct, not only did Jason and Tim have a hand in arranging the party but they did, in fact, elope. Bruce doesn't have any problems with it but the court, the other nobility, aren't quite as kind. (For reason of Jason's place as Bruce's adopted son)

Not that the two of them really care what the court thinks.

They're not kids anymore and as they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder and Jason and Tim's frequent travels outside the kingdom have given them a lot of perspective. Bruce didn't take Selina breaking off the engagement well. That much was clear though by the time the two of them returned from abroad after hearing the news Bruce was already doing better.

Better does not mean doing his best, though.

They both know what Bruce is like. He puts on a gruff exterior, he's awkward and more often then not accidentally puts his foot in his mouth but no matter what he says about it he likes being around people.

And with all his birds slowly leaving the nest and his long term relationship over, everyone in the family feels he'd benefit from at least some new friends.

So. A party.

They spend most of the night watching Bruce gracefully handle the various gold diggers trying their luck. Which, while amusing, isn't really what the party was intended for.

"Oh look, Miss Vale is making an advancement on B," Jason whispers to Tim, gesturing with his wine glass across the room.

Tim turns his head, tracking the offensively yellow dress begin trailing desperately after Bruce, who in turn is desperately weaving through the crowd to lose her. Tim loses track of him somewhere near the doors to the gardens, about the time Vicki also gives up, stomping one foot against the marble floor and stomping back into the room.

"Well, this has been going swimmingly," Tim says dryly, taking a sip from his wine. "Bruce has looked constipated through every dance and now he's escaped into the garden."

Tim feels Jason shrug beside him, one arm snaking around his waist and holding him close. "I told you and Dickiebird a party was going to be too much."

Tim elbows Jason in the stomach and Jason laughs, pulling him closer.

Okay, so, the party's a bust. Fine, Tim can admit that. And Jason's gonna rub it in his face for the next month or so they're in Gotham, also fine. It was worth the shot.

And at the very least Tim can enjoy the rest of the evening with his husband.

They're slowly circling the ballroom when Jason and most of the others still in the room stop.

"Hey, who's that with B?"

Tim twists around in Jason's arms to look at the doors where, sure enough, Bruce is entering with a woman Tim doesn't recognize. She's almost a whole head shorter than him, blonde hair and a dress far more ridiculous than Tim thinks he's ever seen.

"I... don't know," Tim says while Bruce offers a hand out to the woman and they venture out onto the dance floor. He's even smiling, which would have Tim thinking he'd had too much wine if it wasn't for the way the rest of the crowd seems similarly stunned by the development.

"Well, what'dya know. Maybe this wasn't a lost cause after all," Jason says while resting his chin on Tim's head.

They stay off to the side for the rest of the night, watching as Bruce twirls the mystery woman around the floor while Tim tries desperately to figure out who she is.