#dark!brudick

[gimmemore14]

Ooh can I hear about royalty!!!! Dark brudick 👀👀👀👀

Yes!!! So glad you asked hahaha

In this royalverse Bruce takes in Dick when his court performer parents die tragically in front of him, at first it’s not for nefarious reasons but a feeling of kinship. This is seen as odd because Bruce has not married yet and does not have any suitable heirs either, so everyone just assumes he took in the pretty boy to raise as his bride.

King Bruce wants to fight the rumors despite growing more possessive of dick, so he decides to take in another orphan boy to quell the rumors. I played around with the ages so dick and Jason are only like a year or two apart but, of course this plan backfires and Bruce grows jealous of Jay because of his unhealthy codependency with Dick.

He sends Jason off to become a knight at age 14ish, hoping he’d lose interest in dick or bring honor to the Wayne crest in another way, but Jay keeps writing to dick even ten years later (but they’re intercepted) so Bruce keeps sending him out to fight…

Bruce ends up slowly coercing Dick into an unofficial relationship but does more messed up things that finally force dick to realize that things aren’t right and Jason to stand up against his king

Anyways, have a snippet!

Dick tries to relax in the royal bathing chamber. It should be easy with his head pillowed on his propped up arms, his body cradled by the smooth tile and hot water funneled in from the natural hot spring, but he feels like a compressed spring as he mulls over the news from the royal Knights. Jason is to be sent out again to lead another tour, he didn’t even get to come home for a day in between this time…

The omega jumps as big hands land on his shoulders, but instinctually, he starts to relax as the familiar scent of Bruce fills his nose. “You startled me, my lord.”

The king hmms thoughtfully as he nuzzles the younger man, pulling him back to settle on his lap. “A king never apologizes, but perhaps I will, just this once.”

As Bruce lavishes kisses on his neck, Dick chuckles as he should at the familiar running joke between them. It occurs to him suddenly that it may not actually be a jest to the king, never once has he actually apologized.

Soon the alpha grows tired of the lack of response and gently grips Dick’s chin to turn it towards him. “What are you thinking of, my little Robin, that has your head amongst the clouds?”

He wants to ask about Jason, about why he’s been sent to fight again, but for some reason, nearly all of their disagreements begin and end with Jay. Dick won’t bring him up when they are having such a nice bath. It’ll have to be an after dinner subject, he still will require an answer.

“I was thinking about your child. How long will it be until I get to hold the baby princling?” He asks instead, turning around in the water to straddle the King. He rests his forehead against Bruce’s, enjoying the intimacy they rarely get nowadays.

Bruce sighs, as if this is another topic he’d rather not discuss. “Within the next couple weeks, but we cannot be certain the babe will be a boy…” His fingers caress up Dick’s chest to begin circling the omega’s unmarked mating gland. “We can hope however. Then once the babe is weaned and my line of succession is unquestionable, Queen Talia will move to her own villa and I can finally make you irrevocably mine.”

“No one would question you, my lord, as king, but would they accept me as one of your consorts?”

“As the royal consort, of course. This is common practice with political marriages, once the duty is fulfilled they live amicably but separately.” Bruce soothes, nuzzling their noses together. “Be patient and remember that I know what’s best for you, for us. You trust me, do you not?”

The omega meets Bruce’s eyes, still unnerved by how sharp they can be despite his softened body language. “With all my heart, my lord.”

Bruce lets out the breath he’d been holding with a chuckle, “How many times will I have to remind you, when we are alone you still may call me Bruce.”

Another one of their games. Dick smiles, running his hands up and into the king’s hair before whispering, “At least once more, my lord.”

The king groans and seeks out the omega’s mouth with his own. Dick loses himself in the gentle but demanding kiss Bruce provides. It goes no farther today as King Wayne’s presence is required soon at important meetings. Once dressed, he says goodbye with a searing, possessive kiss, leaving Dick wound up but alone again in the bath.

He really does trust Bruce with everything, he should have just asked about Jason. He will though, tonight. Jay is still his son, after all, he’s likely just as worried about him as Dick is. However, in the solitude of the royal baths, he can’t help but remember the first time Bruce shipped Jason off…

“One day, you and me are going to ride off into the sunset.” Jay sighs, twirling a piece of straw between his teeth in a way the tutors despise.

Dick just giggles and falls back into the lush grass beside him, resting his head on the young alpha’s bicep like it’s a pillow. “And where would we go?”

“Away,” Jason answers quickly. “Anywhere as long as it’s far from here… from him.”

Dick’s face falls into a frown. “The King has treated us far better than we could have asked. He’s gotten us the best tutors, clothing so fine I couldn’t have imagined it, and he’s kind-“

“To you.” Jay interrupts, propping himself up to peer down at Dick. “He’s almost too kind.”

“Is he not kind to you as well?”

Jason huffs out a breath that billows through his overgrown locks. “Sure, in a distant, cold sort of way. Look Dickie, I know you’ve been here a lot longer than me but the way he acts around you is not fatherly.”

The omega just laughs, “Of course not, he promised he’d never replace my dad, that’s why he’s just my guardian instead!”

“It’s not the way a guardian is supposed to be acting around you either, alright?” Jason explains, getting even more frustrated that Dick isn’t taking him seriously. He rolls them over so he’s half way on top of the older boy now, ready to talk some sense into him.

“And what way is that?” The omega asks after his giggles subside.

“Almost romantically… almost like, like I do.”

That finally shuts Dick up. He realizes suddenly just how close the alpha’s face has gotten to him, lips a mere inch from his.

“Jay- you don’t mean-“ Dick starts but Jason cuts him off with a chaste kiss. It’s soft and sweet, everything the omega didn’t know he wanted but now knows he needs. The kiss only lasts mere seconds but when they break away, both are breathing hard. “That-“

“Boys.” A harsh voice cracks across the courtyard.

They spring apart and rush to their feet as King Bruce storms up to them. His face is red, a vein faintly bulging on his forehead, it’s a terrifying sight. As soon as he sees the fear on Dickie’s face, however, he schools his expression and his tone. “Dick, you’re far past tardy for your tea time etiquette lesson. It is unbecoming of an omega to be disrespectful of another’s time. Run along, Jason and I have much to discuss.”

By the time Dick was through with his lesson, Jason’s room was all packed up and he was sent off to train with the same knights Bruce did without even a letter of explanation.

“He didn’t even say goodbye,” Dick sobbed into Bruce’s finery.

The king held Dick as he cried, hushing him softly but staying stoic in the way he’s known for. “We agreed it would have been harder for you, we were only thinking of your gentle nature, chum. It’s time for Jason to be out from under my wing, to become his own alpha. He will return once he’s ready, do not worry. You trust me, do you not?”

Through his tears, Dick managed to nod, “With all my heart.”

[demonbirds-au]

DemonBirds Au suggestions

Aight, so obviously, I'll doing Tim next. Then either Bruce or Damian, and then whichever I didn't choose goes next.

So, that's 6 characters done. Anyone else?

Who do you want to see in this au? Batwoman, Joker, Alfred, Detective Gordon? Other batfamily members maybe?

Feel free to comment any suggestions. Also, speculate. I love to see what y'all come up with /gen

[captainlordauditor]

BruDick Week 2023, Day 2: Possessiveness | Family Finds out | Age Difference

Happy day 2 of @brudick-week !!!

[necrotic-nephilim]

What do you think about the fab five polycule

(Dick x donna x wally x garth x roy)

i'll be SO honest i wish i had like. insightful interesting opinions on them but i've always been a Young Justice kid and sort of. breezed past consuming Fab Five Teen Titans content-

but of what i *do* know, from the few comics i've read with these characters is this is one of the best ships for Dick, honestly. it always deeply annoys me when fanon content breezes past the Titans as if they're just some distant teammates and not some of Dick's closest friends, if not a second family. *especially* the Fab Five. for most, if not all of them, it's the first time getting to actually connect with other teen heroes. so there's something fun about how sort of terrible they are at it, at first. they all care about each other a lot. but they're kind of chucked into the deep figuring out how to work with each other and get along with *very* different personalities, so it's fun to see where the conflict comes.

as a ship, i do really love it. the Titans are a family. like we call a lot of teams found families, but for the Fab Five, that shit is the truest. they depend on each other and trust each other. when Dick and Bruce are on outs and Bruce fires him, he goes to the Titans.

i also enjoy how, to an extent, all of them are outsiders of some kind. Donna is alone in a new world she's never experienced, the same as Garth. Roy is still new and awkward to living the rich life with Oliver. Wally doesn't connect to his parents well. and of course, Dick has lost his parents and only has Bruce, who isn't the most emotionally available. of course they're going to cling to each other, as the first people they can really develop connections too. they're very clingy with each other and i think that's both cute and *fun* to explore like, codependency issues with them. how protective they can be of each other, how they default to trusting each other over their mentors, etc. it's all very interesting for a polycule, especially since for most of them, it's their first real relationship. i'm a big fan of "none of us know what dating looks like bc we've had such strange childhoods so we don't understand the Rules very well. we're all just going to date each other bc why would i date only one of you. do teamups count as dates now." vibes with teenage polycules. and the Fab Five just. have that on lock. they each fulfill a different "niche" in the group. Garth is the softer, more emotional one you can go to if you're upset. Donna is the one for planning bright fun trips and making sure you don't wallow. Roy is protective and can pretend to be suave, but he shows affection through gift giving and grand gestures where words fail him. Wally can cheer any of them up with jokes and distractions. and of course Dick is the logical one who makes sure they all keep their heads on and don't drown in the responsibility.

overall i think it's a really cute ship and i do wish i just. knew more about them to be able to write them/read fic of it because i do love their dynamic. and i'm just a firm believer in the Titans being Dick's family, just as important to him as the Batfam. they're a disaster and for that you gotta love them.

[anawrites3]

omg how did dick meet slade in ur dark bruce au????

Thank you for asking me about this au, I'm always happy to talk about it more so if you have any more questions feel free to ask!

The short answer is that Bruce needed help with a mission because he had an important meeting as Bruce Wayne that he couldn't reschedule and Dick wouldn't be able to kill their target alone so he hired Deathstroke to go in his place.

Slade got interested in Dick right away because why is there a child in this psycho's base and why is his first reaction trying to kill me. Dick in turn is intrigued by him because not only Slade isn't scared of Bruce, he also simply doesn't give a fuck

Here, have a snippet!!

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Dick was busy cleaning his gun when the man walked into the room. He didn't hear him coming, didn't hear even the slightest shuffle of his heavy boots – just one second Dick was alone and the next Deathstroke the Terminator was standing by the door in front of him.

Dick immediately jumped out of his chair, throwing one of his knives at him. Deathstroke moved away, a lazy little movement that caused the knife to dig into the wall behind him, but in that time Dick was already throwing himself across the table.

“A guardian dog?” The man drawled. “That's cute.”

Dick had three whole knives left and he was ready to bury at least one of them in Deathstroke's remaining eye.

“Stand down, Robin.”

Dick stopped mid-step, a knife still aimed at Deathstroke's throat. Master was standing right behind the mercenary, lips curled into an amused smile.

Deathstroke laughed, “Robin, huh? A guardian bird then, my bad.”

Dick ignored him. He didn't dare to ask his master what Deathstroke was doing in their base but secretly he hoped that Bruce would explain it to him either way. Introduce him properly, since it seemed that the man was on their side now, at least temporarily.

Not for the first time, Master didn't do what Dick wished for. Not sparing Dick another glance, he walked further into the room and at last Dick pocketed his knives and went back to cleaning his gun. Bruce didn’t need him right now and Dick had no intention of getting in his way.

Deathstroke, however, remained by the door, not tearing his eye away from Dick.

“Deathstroke.” Master called. His voice didn't sound any different to a normal ear but Dick knew he was annoyed that Deathstroke didn't follow him.

And not only Deathstroke didn’t follow Bruce, he also dared to ignore him.

“How old are you, kid?” He asked, leaning back against the wall as if he intended to stay in that place longer. There was a knife in his hands now – the one Dick threw at him earlier - and he used it to twirl around his fingers as if it was a pen and not a deadly weapon.

Dick didn't answer the question. He wasn't allowed to talk without permission and he knew Bruce wouldn't give it now, not to chat with a man like Deathstroke. Instead, he kept his eyes firmly down, on the gun, as if he was alone again.

“That is none of your concern.” Bruce answered for him, voice cold.

“It is, if you want me to fight that bastard alongside a teenager.” Deathstroke hummed, more amused than shocked or angry. “That's gonna cost you extra, you know.”

Dick didn't dare to look up but he knew that his master had his jaw clenched in anger, eyes narrowed behind the cowl.

He didn't know if Deathstroke did it on purpose or not but with this one sentence he explained to Dick what exactly he was here for. So, Master found the solution to the next mission's problem and that solution was hiring Deathstroke. It wasn't what Dick would ever expect, getting help from the mercenary but then again, he didn't have any say in what his master did. He had no right to question his decisions.

“Fine, I’ll write you a check.” Bruce spat out. “Now come on. I don't have time for your stupid games.”

“That's what you think it is?” Deathstroke mocked.

Once again, he didn't follow the order and instead of going after Bruce, he walked over to where Dick was sitting. He played with the knife for a few more seconds before he dug it into the table right in front of Dick.

Dick cursed the bastard in his mind . Deathstroke was disobeying Master in order to stay with him - Dick was the reason why Deathstroke was staying behind and he had no doubt that he would be punished for it later.

Deathstroke, of course, didn’t know that or maybe he simply did not care. Instead, he held out his hand to Dick.

“We're going to be working together.” He explained when he noticed how confused Dick became at the gesture. “We should get to know each other.”

“Deathstroke-” Bruce warned but the man just rolled his eye.

“You're the one that doesn't trust me enough to let me do the job alone.” He accused with a shrug. “I have the right to at least shake his hand.”

No. No, he did not have the right to do that. No one beside his master had the right to touch him.

“You want to tell me that you do this with your every client?” Bruce growled.

“I don't usually work in a team. I'm just doing what you want me to, Bats.”

Dick glanced up at Bruce and the man nodded – the slightest of the moves but it was enough for Dick to understand that his master was giving him permission. When he looked back at Deathstroke, the man was still holding his hand out and waiting. His face was covered by the mask but Dick had the impression that the man was smirking.

“A handshake can tell you a lot about a person.” He supplied helpfully.

“That's even more of a reason not to do it.” Dick said. He didn't look away from that single eye as he reached for the knife and pulled it out of the table with no effort, even with how deep it was stuck.

Deathstroke laughed.

“Smart.” He praised, putting his hand down. “Then I guess I'll see you later, Robin."

And with that, he turned and finally followed Bruce.

[lemonandpie]

Dick Grayson is a Lana Del Rey stan because Young and beautiful is about him

Oh nonny just Young and Beautiful?

"If you hold me without hurting me you'll be the first who ever did" (Cinnamon Girl)

"They took my kindness for weakness. I fucked up I know that but Jesus, can't a girl just do the best she can?" (Mariner's Apartment Complex)

An entire depression song called God Knows I Tried

Everything about Carmen

[nightweb]

shameless promo of my jaydick fic too <3 i realized i never properly linked this fic despite it being my most popular fic on my ao3 :0 anyway if u like a freudian exploration to jason’s mommy issues with abusive bruce wayne and jason and dick both thinking of parental figures while sloppily making out well . here’s the fic. please heed the tags.

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[demonbirds-au]

A Robin's Devotion

Cws: Unhealthy Relationships, Mind Manipulation, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Partial Mind Control, Demon Deals, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Ambiguous Relationships, Morally Ambiguous Character, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Dick Grayson was always the first.

The first Robin, the first son, the first to be by Batman's side, the first to light his way.

He loved Batman, as much as he did Brucie. But not as much as he loves Bruce Wayne.

The secret awkward smile meant more than the picture perfect one, because the former was his. It was a gesture for Dick's eyes alone—perhaps Alfred but that was a given.

And truly, what a gift it was to see; to see him, to know him, to love the real Bruce Wayne; imperfect and broken yet so strong and gorgeous.

One faithful day, the admiration would be tested.

When the Bat could merely lay in bed with a broken rib and bruised head, a frown on his lips because even in rest he could not find peace. So little Robin sneaked in, laying his head near the man, convincing himself that his love will not leave him like the two before.

That's when she appeared. Like a phantom, a spector, a cryptid. A blessing.

Adorned in shadows and mist, a figure with no face nor form. But with a single name.

"Who are you?" The Boy Wonder whispered, glancing at the being, standing by the windows. A sliver of moonlight passes through her as her blank eyes fall upon the injured man. Robin grips the sheets, eyes narrowing.

"Gotham," came the answer, equally soft. A secret, a fact, a truth.

"My knight, my love," she slinks forward, soundless. She soothes a tender hand on Bruce's wound, crooning as the man grunts. "My son."

A moment of tranquillity sets, as both child and deity merely watches their beloved. But their love is different yet the same; just as strange as it is natural.

"You will protect him."

"I will."

"You love, my child?"

"Always."

The woman nods. She offers her hand and without any hesitation Dick grabs it. Instantly, black sigils wrap around his hand, crawling up his arm. He doesn't scream, doesn't dare to wake the sleeping man up, so instead shuts his eyes.

After a moment, he tentatively opens them. Only to notice that the woman was gone. Robin catches a look at his reflection in the windows.

The same bright blue eyes but with black sclera and the once familiar smile now sharp. He runs a hand through the small bumps on his head. 'Horns…' the boy thinks, delirious.

A part of him—his humanity—in exchange for the power and strength to keep Gotham's Dark Knight safe. For a moment, doubts cloud his heart. Did he do the right thing? Could he keep his promise? Was it worth it?

A shift, and there's Bruce, cracking his eyes open. Bleary icebergs that the boy has always loved staring at meet his own. A feeble but no less earnest attempt at a smile. Perhaps he can't see the transformation—or maybe he can but doesn't care because it's Dick.

"Chum…?" the man murmurs, reaching for his light. And who was he to deny his beloved? The boy crawls onto the bed, burying his face into the older man's side, careful of his injuries.

The kid glances up and sees that wonderful, secret smile of his, as the man starts to gently stroke Dick's hair.

'I'll protect you for as long as I'll love you…' the boy traces a clawed hand on the man's arm, mumbling his vow aloud, "Always."

Afterall…

Dick Grayson treasures Bruce, more than he does anybody, even himself.

Jason Todd was the second.

Right after the original, the sequel no one expected. Yet arguably was loved the most—or perhaps it was because the Bat was still healing from losing his first.

The one who died and left, came back and fought, then embraced as a Bat once more.

He fought, bled and wept for the man, the one who saw something in him. Something amazing, something powerful; something akin to potential.

His devotion was eternal, not even death could squash it. For, even when his mind was a chaos of green and violence, it was his voice, his face that the child clung to. His idol, his love, his heart. Bruce Wayne, who he will and had killed for.

So when the woman appeared—on one of those days where he and the Bat fought to the point they said words they didn't mean, poisonous and piercing—he was startled sure, but he had little reservation at the deal she offered; His heart, forever bound to Bruce's.

No longer will he ache or bleed, for it will belong to the man forevermore. Just as the man was his—as much as he was another's.

Jason knew about Dick—saw his true form one quiet night when the former sidekick came to visit, a distant time ago. The older teen was with his mentor in the study, talking about nothing and everything. At one point, the younger male had draped himself across Bruce, yet the man seemed unbothered.

Jason could merely gape as he peeked from the door, confusion in his eyes. Even more so when Nightwing twists to stare back at him. Then for one precious second, he wasn't Dick; dangerous eyes and a sharp smile, claws subtly tracing his brand on Bruce's arm.

Then like a thunder strike, the image was gone.

Jason knew then, that the two were more than what others thought. Heck, maybe the Greatest Detective doesn't even realise he was marked, belonged to someone—something far beyond comprehension.

With that piece of knowledge, the teen glared down at the woman before him. Her appearance did not frighten him—he's seen far worse—but it did perturb him; who was she? Why was she here?

"Red Hood. Once, Jason Todd," the spector utters, her voice is both familiar and foreign. The way she spoke, as if they knew each other when the man is fairly certain they never met—he would've recalled a woman with fathomless eyes. She tilts her head, hair swirling in the air. "You're one of mine."

At the admission, a single word blared in the crime boss' head; 'Gotham.'

His hands itched for a weapon, still strung up from the previous argument. Still feeling that acid burning his skin, the green creeping into his vision. A revered gruff voice echoing in his mind, and that stupid warm smile.

"He can be your's, just as much as you are his."

"He won't just be mine."

"Perhaps. But you'll be one of the few who truly has him."

And what could the boy say to that? So, another deal was made. Another vow was promised, another worshipper born—another soul bonded.

The Red Hood howled as the markings seared him, crawling up his arms. He panted through it all, persevered the same way he had before—with a single name on his tongue, a chant and a prayer.

After, he would dash to the manor like a maniac, as if he was being chased. Not even bothering to look at himself. His heart glowing once he saw Bruce, despite it all. He'd run up to him and embrace him, confusing the older man.

"Jaylad…?"

He doesn't get any answer so Bruce just hugs him back, confused but happy for the affection. Doesn't question why his son's heartbeat was so dangerously soft, almost silent. Unaware, as the now green-eyed man traced a pattern on his back.

Jason looked up and he swore he saw Dick for a moment. Those tarnished blue eyes reflecting his own poisoned green ones, as that same smile from all those years ago appeared. The same deal was made, by another who once wore that forsaken mantle. Another offering given; a part of him—his heart—for his beloved's. A fair price though, if you asked him.

Afterall…

Jason Todd cherishes Bruce, more than anything else, even himself.

Tim Drake was the third.

Unlike those before him, he was not given the chance to be by the Bat's side—he took it. He would do anything to be with the man; be the light when the darkness became too much.

Ask any Gothamite, they would surely agree; of what a fine pair they made. So similar, so in tuned—they were like one soul in seperate forms.

A mind that worked in tandem, in perfect sync, in their own sweet melody. But the third Robin was not so deaf, as to the other two notes in the song—the distinctive notes that reminded him that the Bat was not his alone.

And he accepted that, knowing what he had signed up for; what he had pledged the moment he donned the iconic 'R' over his heart.

He was never fazed by how… clingy the former Robins were with the man, how they would hover so close by. He always caught sight of at least one of them, hidden in the shadows, silently watching. He didn't bring it up, didn't feel the need to. It was natural, to want to protect a loved one right?

But the lad, ever so cunning—more so than even his idol at times—saw the truth for what it was. How Dick's smile turns sharp when a suitor talks to Brucie, eyes a warning and a threat; how the Red Hood becomes more violent when another villain had injured Batman, snarling and growling; how the two, no matter what, would always return to—for Bruce.

The only confusion he had was the source of the utter and complete devotion. Tim doesn't much believe in magic, he trusted numbers and charts, unquestionable facts. He knew the Bat was not a living shadow, nor an instrument of destruction, nor a God of justice like the papers speculate—he was Bruce Wayne, the boy who loved and lost. Now, grown up to make sure he would be the last to ever experience such tragedy.

Not to say Tim was any less a worshipper.

Still, it nagged at him. Why did they love the older man so much? All three of them knew him well—who knew him most though, was an argument none had the energy to execute—and he was far from perfect. They've seen him at some of his lowest, at his worst—yet the former Robins would never fail to drop everything at once if Batman were to call.

His answer came one day and he had accepted it, which brings him to the current moment. Brucie was at work, charming and delighting his guests with an affection Tim knows he hardly feels. Because the real love only appears behind the glitz and glam; when the man looks at him, at Alfred, at Jason, at Dick—at those who actually matter.

"Careful, CEO of Wayne Enterprise—some might assume you're jealous."

The comment snapped the teen out of his daze, carefully placing his cracked champagne glass down. He looked forward, scanning around steadily.

"I'm not."

The woman, so out of place yet she blends in with the crowd so seamlessly, glides to his side. They don't look at each other; her gaze on the billionaire playboy while he glimpses two familiar silhouettes, lurking and watching.

"You are," she asserts, speaking it as the fact it is, "you are, because he is not yours."

"He's not theirs either," his voice feels deafening yet not one soul seems to notice the two, "Brucie belongs to everyone, the people; Batman belongs to this city, to Gotham."

"And Bruce Wayne?"

Tim finally turns to the eldritch being, blue eyes meet those inky black pools firmly. Once, he would have laughed if someone told him he'd be here; the new Robin, now CEO of WE, talking to the manifestation of the most forsaken, dangerous place on earth. All the more, that he would make a deal with said being, one to bind him and his beloved for as long as his infinite love—just as his predecessors had.

Still, here he was.

"To us, just as he always had," he nods, eyes finally flicking back to Bruce. He hears, practically feels the pleased rumble from the two older beings, wherever they are.

The woman departs, as unassuming as when she entered.

His focus pins on Bruce, his feet bringing him to the older man's side the moment one of the females starts getting too intimate. Once he stops in front of him, Tim says nothing, merely smiling thinly at everyone before giving his idol a more warm grin. He tilts his head, eyes glowing as he gently tugs him away. The older man doesn't resist, but does offer some quick apologies to the guests. The teen couldn't care less.

As soon as they reach a quiet alcove, Tim spins on his heel, a frown as he finally lets his emotions bled through. His new appearance doesn't frighten Bruce—just as he was never horrified by Dick's or Jason's. He didn't see them as monsters, demons, or any other silly notion. He loved them, and he knew they were his boys even if they were now tainted by the darkness. Because really, how could a man feel fear for something he regularly embraces?

Tim slinks forward and pulls the taller man down a little, his newfound strength something the smaller male is still astounded by. Darken eyes lock on those precious glassy blue.

"Timmy…?"

Tenderly, he nuzzles the man's cheek, hands holding his face in place. The man allows this and when the boy pulls back, he is satisfied to see his mark glowing, evidence of whom the older man belonged to. The teen steps back, griping Bruce's own hand in a vice.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about this all day," he tells his beloved, beaming as he gestures between them. Bruce tilts his head, blinking slowly. The boy couldn't help but to coo despite himself, before lightly dragging the man back into the main hall.

Let them have Brucie, the millionaire playboy, the sad orphan turned heartbreaker.

He's paid the price—his mind—to be with the man. He'll happily collect his prize, but he's also a very patient boy. He can wait as Brucie comes out; he can sheath his claws and hide his fangs when suitors start being a little too daring. He can think of a million and one ways to deal with them.

He had vowed to be Bruce's light, so what does it matter if he burns out?

Afterall…

Tim Drake adores him, more than anyone else ever could, only him.

[captainlordauditor]

I think this is a series now.

[anawrites3]

So I really shouldn't be doing this but I got this scene in my mind completely out of nowhere and needed to write it down.

I blame @zeroducks-2 for it cuz they didn't even know what the idea was (except for the fact that it'll have dark Bruce and good Slade in it) and yet they managed to convince me into writing The Scene. Love you, Zero 💕

They also asked me to share it when I'm done so here I am with a snippet :3

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Dick spat out the blood, glaring from under his bangs. The chains that bound him to the wall rattled loudly in echoey cave as he wiped his chin against his shoulder, staining the white shirt he was forced into.

“The way you hit didn’t change at all.” he mocked.

Bruce’s chest heaved, his breath quick from the anger and the knuckles of his hand red with Dick’s blood. He was so furious it almost radiated off his person and a few months ago Dick would be shaking, terrified at the sight. Angry Bruce meant punishments and pain, so much pain, and Dick would be on his knees in an instant to apologize to his master for angering him.

Not anymore.

“A few months.” Bruce hummed, almost to himself. His eyes were narrowed in rage and Dick had to force his body to not tremble under this gaze. He was a different man now. Slade showed him what it really meant to live and Dick wasn’t about to give it all up so easily.

“Not long enough.” Dick retorted angrily.

“Just a few months and yet this bastard managed to destroy all the hard work I put into you.” Bruce knelt in front of him and grabbed his jaw to look him over again, as if he didn’t examine Dick thoroughly just a few hours ago. Dick tried to pull away but his grip was too strong. “But don’t worry, sweetheart, I bet I can get you back to your proper self in half the time he took to turn you into this mess.”

Dick snarled.

“You can lock me away again, Bruce, punish me and turn me into your little tool. Force me to do all those horrible things for you.” he spat out. “But for all the time I was gone I wasn’t yours anymore. I stayed with Slade because I wanted to and I didn’t belong to anyone, and I still do not, not until you break me again.”

“Shouldn’t take too long.” Bruce drawled lazily. His fingers dug even deeper into Dick’s skin and Dick’s jaw clenched, as the man stroked his thumb against his lip.

“Maybe.” Dick agreed hatefully. “But there’s something not even you can change.”

“Oh yeah? And what is it?”

“For those few months, he was mine and you can't take that away from me, no matter what you’ll do. Because all this time, while you were going crazy trying to find me," Dick leaned closer, letting a wicked grin climb onto his lips. "I was in his bed, riding his cock."

Bruce punched him again.

[aveaveria]

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Capes, Punishment, Overstimulation, Anal Sex, rape as punishment, Objectification through Feminization, College Student Dick Grayson, Camboy Dick Grayson, Possessive Bruce Wayne, Controlling Bruce Wayne, Dark Bruce Wayne, Creampie, Cock Cages, Pseudo-Incest, Belting/Whipping, Bruises, Choking, Oral Sex

Bruce should have known his thrill-seeking charge would find a way to satisfy his needs even while separated from the wretched fraternities of Hudson University.

@brudick-week  Day 6: Crossdressing | Caught in the Act | Camboy

[wingdingery]

Hello! I really wanted to say that your writing is amazing, I always look forward to what you upload especially for Brudick, but even just their platonic readings too caught a bit of my interest! I had a question that I felt that you probably could answer. Who do you think is closer to Bruce, Alfred or Dick? I've seen this question pop up, and usually people would say Alfred, but I feel like that's not true, though I could just be biased. So, I was wondering what do you think?

Thank you so much, anon! 💙

There’s a lot of nuance to this but ultimately I would say Dick is closer to Bruce, at least under my definition of “close”. I’m also obviously biased BUT I will try to give some context for why I think so.

(This is under the cut because, as usual, I went much longer than you probably bargained for when you asked this, but hopefully some of it will be interesting to you!)

So, first of all, Dick’s overall existence predates Alfred by a few years (Batman was created in 1939; Dick was introduced in 1940, and Alfred in 1943). Dick was also clearly meant to be Bruce’s close ally and partner from the very beginning, whereas Alfred grew into that role.

Detective Comics (1937) #38

Batman (1940) #16

These early Golden Age comics have little bearing on modern canon and characterization, but as the “birth” of these characters, I think it still provides important context – particularly regarding their relationships to each other. It’s fairly consistent across retellings that Dick and Bruce are drawn to each other because of their shared grief and trauma, and the ways they help each other work through that. At its core, and from the very beginning, their bond is a highly emotional one.

Bruce and Alfred’s is not. What’s consistent across retellings is that Alfred is the family butler, and a bond doesn’t immediately develop between them once Bruce’s parents die. In some tellings, it’s presented as simple emotional distance that Alfred doesn’t know how to cross, even to comfort a grieving child:

Batman: Dark Victory #9

Sometimes, the emotional connection existed between Alfred and Thomas and Martha. In those cases, Bruce is “Thomas and Martha’s son” who Alfred watches over in their memory, but he (at least initially) cares for Bruce as a way of caring for the Waynes’ legacy, and not for Bruce’s own sake.

Batman: The Knight #1

And this continues into Bruce’s adulthood. Even as they get closer over the years and Alfred helps Bruce with his activities as Batman, he actively maintains the employer-employee relationship between them. You could argue addressing him as “Master Bruce” is habit/formality, but regardless, it creates emotional distance between them, and Alfred consistently refers to their relationship in terms of employment, even when it’s clear they care deeply for each other.

Knightquest (Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #60)

I should caveat here that I haven’t read a ton of solo Bruce content so there may be things I’m missing, but from what I have read, I get the sense Bruce had a lonely childhood due to the lack of emotional connection between him and Alfred. In fact, despite Alfred’s constant presence, Bruce is commonly depicted as lonely/emotionally stunted until Dick comes along.

Batman: Full Circle

Robin Annual #4

This page in Robin Annual #4 also hints at another thing I wanted to mention, which is that Alfred usually disapproves of Dick’s presence at first, and especially disapproves of Dick becoming Robin, but he comes around to it because he sees how good Dick’s presence is for Bruce. Alfred knows that he can’t give Bruce the emotional connection that he’s lacking, but Dick can.

Robin: Year One

In Alfred’s eyes, Dick is the one who Bruce can confide everything to, who can be his light and pull him back from the brink if needed. If something is going on with Bruce and Alfred doesn’t know what to do, Dick is the one he turns to.

(Not to say Alfred and Dick don’t develop their own close relationship over time, because they do! But Alfred puts a lot on Dick’s shoulders and has a lot of expectations for him when it comes to Bruce.)

52 #30

Bruce Wayne: Murderer?

Nightwing (1996) #99

Okay, that was a lot! In summary, I think it’s clear that Alfred is extremely close to Bruce. Even when they have a tense employer-employee relationship (see: the Caped Crusader show where Bruce calls him “Pennyworth” and spends most of the time treating him like an asshole boss would treat an employee) Bruce immediately trusts him with the secret of his identity as Batman. Alfred is undoubtedly loyal, and Bruce undoubtedly cares for him on some level.

But because of the origins of their relationship, their emotional connection takes time to develop, whereas Dick and Bruce’s is immediate and visceral. I really think you can argue that Bruce’s emotional connection with Dick is the first one Bruce really experiences since his parents’ death, and it’s also what actually allows his emotional connection with Alfred to develop.

I want to end with something Scott Snyder said in a 2011 interview with Comic Vine:

To me, one of the things that's really interesting about Dick Grayson […] is that relationship is pathological at times and completely endearing at others. Dick always wears his heart on his sleeve, he cares about Bruce openly. He's compassionate and empathetic. Bruce is just a darker character, and for me, he's someone who needs that connection but won't admit it. […] The idea is that Dick Grayson is also the person who is his greatest tether to humanity. When I think about the future for Bruce, I think about him either very very lonely […] or dying in the line of duty as Batman or…you know, there aren't a lot of good endings. Dick's the person that would pull him back from the edge, or even bring him down, honestly if he needed to if Bruce really went too far in some way and bring him in.

If you want to talk about who’s been physically at Bruce’s side for longer, then sure, that’s Alfred. But that doesn’t necessarily mean Bruce feels closer to Alfred than he does to Dick. Alfred is Bruce’s loyal butler, and there isn’t much he wouldn’t do for Bruce, but he acts as Bruce’s hand.

But Dick is stated over and over again to be Bruce’s heart. So if you were to ask me who’s closest to Bruce—who he trusts with his emotions, his life, his legacy—that would be Dick, no question, every time.

Batman (2011) #11

[necrotic-nephilim]

fic masterlist

all of my fics on ao3 exist in this series on ao3, but they're also collected here if you'd like a quick view of what i've written. i write anonymously on ao3 for various reasons explained here! i also have a couple of shorter, less polished fics on tumblr, usually just written for fun. always read the tags and warnings! <3

fics on ao3

sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine - JayTim, extreme dubcon, emetophilia, blood kink, dead dove: do not eat

an inch away from more than friends - CassTim, very mild dubcon, soft dom!Cass, fluff, praise kink

your dream turned into a nightmare when i crawled inside it - DickTim, extremely dark, necrophilia kink, noncon, vampire!Dick, dead dove: do not eat

we would sell anything just to buy who we're not - JayTim, lobotomy, blood & gore, PWP, dead dove: do not eat

you're just an echo of the way you used to be (when i'm with you i miss you the most) - JayDick, porn with feelings, identity porn, assumed hallucination, dead dove: do do not eat

be happy, be horny, be bursting with rage - DamiDick, fluff, crack, thirst posts, one-sided feelings

(maybe it's a blessing in disguise) i see my reflection in your eyes - JayTim, PWP, cannibalism as a metaphor for love

Omega Dick Week 2024 Masterlist - assorted pairings

i caught feelings no concealing // there is no way that he doesn't know - DickTim, PWP, Tim's unternet suit, praise kink

you cut so deep (but i always loved you deeper) - JayTim, PWP, blood play, pain play, dead dove: do not eat

i must confess to you // i want to possess you - JayTim, PWP, mean dirty talk, rough sex

i've been living six feet down (baby i'm alive right now) - JayTim, PWP, fucking during the Titans Tower Incident

is it too much to ask to be kind (i could use a little sympathy and not discipline) - JayCass, blood and gore, LoA AU, PWP, dead dove: do not eat

i'm pretty sure that all of this is my fault (i'm the one who kissed you first and took my clothes off) - BruSteph & JaySteph, PWP, vanilla sex that is still dead dove: do not eat

fics on tumblr

BruDick and JayTim both getting caught, crack fic

CassTerry pegging, PWP

Whump Dialogue Prompt Masterlist

JayTim, “So, like… Do you want to fuck me up or do you want to fuck me?” ficlet

while you're welcome to send me a prompt, please understand my inbox is usually at least 40 asks deep at any given time. i'd *love* to hear your ideas/thoughts and "yes and" with you, but know that sometimes i might write a fic, and sometimes i might just write an extended headcanon/concept. and if i do write a fic, it can take me anywhere from a day to a month to get to. thank you for your patience and kindness <3

[demonbirds-au]

About Me!

So this'll be where I focus on my au; drabbles, hcs, flash fics and possibly art.

Please be aware that I (or at least this au) ship Bruce Wayne with a multitude of people, including but (unfortunately) not exclusive to Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Tim Drake.

Additionally, this au in general is very dark—manipulation, mind alteration/ control, etc are not off the table. Obviously I don't condone any of the behaviour

If you do not like or am uncomfortable by any of that, the block button is right there.

This is your one and only warning.

Now for those of you who want to send asks, prompts or requests; the ask button is always open. But there will be some rules which I will list here (under cut to reduce length):

As of 30 October 2024:

Do not attack or try to spread hate. I have made myself perfectly clear on my stance. If you send hate, then I'll have to assume you are selectively blind.

Feel free to ask me about the rest of the Batfam, Gotham or even the rest of the DemonBirds universe

If you want a general thoughts on DC, I can do that too. However I don't know much as I find the canon rather confusing

I am 18, so NSFW asks are completely fine.

I always enjoy seeing others make their own interpretations—in fact, I'd be honoured to see anyone make fanart or fanfics of my AU

Rules may be changed in the future depending on how this blog goes.

[captainlordauditor]

Did this for my illustration class and I liked it enough to share here. Prompt was to show how a bad habit affects a loved one for a humorous magazine column.

“Help, my partner is driving me crazy! We go out every night but instead of putting his clothes in the basket when we get home, he always dumps them on the floor outside the shower.”