#even damian a little in the way he just like

[prlssprfctn]

Jason, being a semi-canonic common hallucination in the family after his death, could lead to the stupidest AU ever.

Imagine everyone seeing him — Bruce, half of the time, Dick non-stop, Tim more often than not, and eventually even Alfred starts seeing little boy's silhouette in the corner of his eye, but he never admits it, because someone needs to stay sane in this family.

It is a lot like real-life cases when cult families start to see collective hallucination, and it somehow syncronises in their minds, so they hear and see the same things, you know?

So, yeah, everyone sees Jaybin around.

Everyone but Damian. Damian is a normal one. He also knows his Akhi is alive and well, so whatever. And it takes him some time to figure out that his family is bat-shit insane, but when he does, he decides to use it on his advantage.

Damian, calling Jason: Akhi, you should visit me. It is getting awfully boring here.

Jason, frowning: You know I can't. They think I am dead, and I can't risk my plan, especially now, when Red Hood is gaining-

Damian: We will pretend you are a hallucination.

Jason: ...What?

Damian: So, there is a plan...

So, a few days after this call, Jason arrives at the Wayne Manor. He still thinks his brother's plan sucks, but gaslighting is one of his many talents, so surely, they will figure something out. He can lie his way through this meeting.

Expect, he doesn't even need to lie. His family is actually insane.

Bruce, bumping in Jason:

Jason, staring back: Uh-

Bruce: Wow. You look so grown-up. And we look so alike. Nice one, brain.

Jason: ?..

Tim, leaving his room: Hi, B, hi- Oh, damn. Hi, Jaybin. Nice leather jacket.

Bruce: Right? I guess his ghost just grows up with us now.

Jason: ????

Alfred, nodding along, out of nowhere: Master Dick will hate it. He looks taller now.

All of them: (peacefully leave the room)

Jason: What. The. Fuck.

Jason waits for the moment of clarity to happen as he chats with Damian in the kitchen, but... nothing changes. They really, really think he is a hallucination. So... he starts hanging out around more. Both because Damian is getting angsty, and because it is kinda... amusing.

Tim, stuck on the same case for a few nights, non-stop: Oh, it is really just me and you in this, Jason.

Jason, playing Mario Cart on the table by his side: Maybe take a nap, dude.

Tim: No, I need to figure out this case with-

Jason, rolling his eyes: Red Hood had already dealt with it. Go to sleep.

Tim: ...You are such a good self-care kind of hallucination.

Jason: ...

Damian: Your bets, when will they realise that you are a real person?

Jason: At this point, I am not sure that they will, even if I start screaming that I am real.

Damian: Fair. I bet a year would do.

Jason: ...A year and a half.

Dick visits the Manor. He cooes at Jason, muttering something about "of course, he would have grown up in a punk," and Jason almost breaks his role to hit him on the head.

Jason, arms folded on his chest: You know, you need serious help, dad.

Bruce, blinking at him slowly: Probably. You know what else I need?

Jason: Sleep? Retirement? To stop adopting strays? The list is endless, man.

Bruce: ...Coffee. I need more coffee.

Jason, groaning: What the fuck!!!

Alfred figures out that Jason is real, eventually. Solely because he catches him sneaking a few extra cookies, and hallucinations are not supposed to eat. He plays along with him and Damian until the very end, anyway.

(Damian ends up winning the bet because Jason loses it once and pushes Bruce down the stairs, when he starts reciting some precautionary tale about him. Everyone is flabbergasted.)

[brawberryz]

Goodbye World

BatFam Yan! × Neglected Magic Girl! Reader 《Platonic!》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error

Pt: 2

"(NAME), PLEASE DON'T GO!"

the girl screamed trying to stop her, this couldn't be happening, this shouldn't have happened, I was supposed to have more time but your transformation accelerated

"I'm sorry, ######, but there's no time left... sorry"

"Please (Name)!, don't go..."

The girl felt tears falling from her face, she was supposed to save you but she made the same mistake again...

"Goodbye"

You gave her one last smile before falling to the ground and your body began to deform

"(NAMEE)!"

The girl screamed for the last time before your vision went dark, there was no more pain or suffering, you felt like your body was deformed but you couldn't feel or do anything it was like you only had your conscience left

The original (name) had disappeared forever, and there was nothing else to do

Or well, maybe there was something they could do

_

Bruce was sitting in front of the batcomputer trying to find any trace of you, but there was nothing, not even a trace, it was like you had vanished in the wind

He felt too bad since your last interaction with you, if he had known what would happen he would never have let you go from that hug

But it's just "would have" it was too late to regret but he could still fix things, he would find you and take you home with everyone else and finally have the family you always dreamed of

"We found nothing, not a single clue"

Richard entered the batcave feeling defeated Again, he went out with the whole family to look for some clue but there was nothing, they even tried to see if some villain had you kidnapped but there was no one who knew about you

"This is shit"

Jason said angrily while leaning against a wall, as much as he didn't want to admit it in a way it was his fault he always treated you badly and insulted you

You had too many reasons to leave the mansion and hate all of them, but if he was honest he hated the feeling that you had left, you are supposed to be a family and you should stay together

Wherever you are they will find you and when they do they will never let you escape from their hands again

"And Tim?"

Bruce asked without taking his eyes off the Batcomputer, he hated feeling like he couldn't be in control, not having control over you, like he always had

"He decided to stay a little longer to patrol and see if he found something"

Jason said putting his hands in his jacket pockets, wherever you are he just hoped you were okay although knowing how Gotham is, it would be a miracle if you were okay without a single scratch

"I'm leaving here"

Damian spoke as he walked angrily out of the batcave, a part of him was angry with you and with himself, he was angry with you because you abandoned him without even saying goodbye or giving him reasons, you decided to hide and not tell anyone

He hated having things hidden from him, and at the same time he was angry with himself for how he treated you in the past, but he had changed he swears! When you get back to the mansion she'll be the best sister you've ever seen

"Damian, wait-"

Richard tries to stop him but Damian just pushes him out of his way before yelling at him

"SHUT UP, I don't plan on staying here even a minute longer.(Name) is lost somewhere in this stupid city and all we do is stay here like idiots"

Damian said angrily as he quickly left the batcave

Richard just sighed, when Damian had something in mind there was nothing that would stop him from reaching it, not even his own family

_

Damian walked angrily down the hallway of the mansion cursing under his breath

He continued walking until a door caught his attention, it was half open and he could barely see the small light coming out

Curious, he decided to open it, he was surprised when he realized it was your room...

It was small but still well decorated, it bothered him a little that your room was so far away from the others

He didn't want to invade your privacy (if he wanted to) but the curiosity about your things was too great, he began looking in your drawers but only found unfinished crafts or clothes

It seemed strange to him that all your clothes were still in their place, if the theory that you ran away was true you should have brought some clothes, but everything was completely in order

As he continued looking he found a photo album, it seemed old since it had some dust

He removed the dust that it had and decided to open it, there was almost nothing interesting just photos of you, some from when you were little and others from your birthdays

But there was one that caught his attention, you were in a park with a girl, it seemed to him It was strange that you had left since you never left the mansion

He was also very bothered by the approach that girl had with (name), who did she think she was to touch her sister like that?

But if he was honest, in that photo you really looked happy...

You didn't have that forced happiness like in all the photos, in this one it was seen that you really felt happy with that strange girl

He put aside the album and went back to searching through your things to see if he could find something else

Some of your drawers were full of board games full of dust, he remembered that once you asked him to play one with you but he simply ignored you and said that you had time for children's games

A soft voice took him out of his thoughts

"What are you doing in (name)'s room?"

Cassadran asked, looking at Damian with doubt. She thought it was strange that he was in your room since she thought she was the only one besides Alfred who knew your room.

"Something that doesn't matter to you."

Damian answered abruptly as he continued searching through your drawers.

"You seem too worried about her to be going through her things without permission."

Cassadran spoke again. She thought it was strange that none of the family members were around the house, but she didn't pay much attention and decided to go to your room to greet you. But she was surprised when she found Damian searching through your things.

"So what? It doesn't matter now that (name) is missing. I don't think it will bother her. Besides, it's for research purposes."

Damian was getting tired of Cass's insistence, because out of nowhere he is so worried about his privacy. Were you two close?

"Missing?"

Cassadran repeated in surprise, that answer hit Cass hard, she never imagined it would really happen, were you able to leave the mansion? Although if she was honest you had reasons to leave this fucking place

"Yes, my sister is missing and apparently I'm the only one who cares about her and tries to find some clue, so go away you're just bothering me"

Damian let out a snort of annoyance before resuming his search through your things

"She's your sister now?"

That answer took Damian by surprise, what the hell was she referring to

"What..."

"She's your sister now?" Cass repeated again before speaking again "you always left her aside, well, everyone left them aside and I include myself but it seems hypocritical to me that you want to blame others when you are also guilty, you always look to blame others for your problems because you are an egocentric and selfish person who only thinks about himself, you don't care about her you just want to have a reason not to feel bad about yourself"

Those words left Damian speechless, he hated to admit it but she was right although he would never admit it out loud

He simply looked away and focused on continuing to search pretending as if Cassandra's words hadn't mattered to him

Cass turned around and left the room before giving Damian one last look

Deep down she hoped you were okay wherever you were, but if you were truly lost she was going to do whatever it took to find you, she wasn't going to allow herself to lose another important thing for her, not anymore

_

Tim was jumping from building to building trying to find some clue about you, but there was nothing. He had been investigating criminals, villains or gangs all night but no one knew anything about you.

At this point the guilt was drowning him, he felt like the worst brother in the world. How could he forget someone so important?

Most likely you are now in some dangerous place, alone and scared thinking that no one will go looking for you because you are not important enough for them.

But he will do everything possible to find you, I promise.

He decided to stop at the top of a tall building so he could rest. He felt the worst. He had been patrolling all over Gotham for more than 4 hours but had found nothing. At this point he felt like he would never find you. No...no, if he found you he should not lose hope. You were somewhere in this place...he just had to find out where.

He felt something fast approaching him. Before he could react correctly and dodge it, a supernatural force ended up throwing him against the fire escape of another building.

Shit... that hurt, he was sure he broke his back or some rib, that thing that pushed him had too much force, it was clear that it was not a criminal or villain, they were too fast and strong to be one

But before he could get up he saw how a black mass with a strange figure approached quickly

It was easily the size of a damn bus or bigger, whatever it was was not human, that black mass reminded him too much of someone, he felt that he knew that figure from somewhere

But before he could think that large figure ended up hitting him again

It seemed as if that thing had something personal with him like some kind of hatred or resentment

Tim tried with all his strength to recover from that last blow, he had to warn the others about this thing and to come quickly before this strange creature taken from a horror story finished him off

With his last strength he grabbed the communicator and sent a signal for help before that thing hit him again now with more force causing his body to hit a wall

It seems you already have your first victim in your hands, you were going to finish off all those who made you feel miserable and you were going to make them feel the same pain that they made you feel

The original (name) had already died, the only thing left was this creature full of resentment and hatred

You were going to destroy every person who stood in your way and if that meant having to destroy the city or the world you were going to do it

"MADOKA PLEASE DON'T GO" aahhh reference 😭🙏💀

Sorry if it's too short or something, I hope you enjoy this shitty chapter

You can leave me questions or anything about this AU, I'll be happy to answer them🙏

[fancyfeathers]

Okay so I had another Yandere!Batfam idea…

Just imagine a former detective raising her little sisters by herself after their parents died, she lost her job after taking a bullet and getting her leg messed up really badly and it doesn’t help that her little sisters are just a bunch of trouble and now ever time she goes down to her old place of employment it is to get one of her sisters who got into trouble. Commissioner Gordon cuts her some slack because he knows her and knows how hard she tries and he even tries to keep an eye on her sisters to keep them out of trouble because he knows they are getting into things they shouldn’t to help their big sister.

But bills add up…

One of her sisters is threatening to fail out of high school…

Another one got a broken arm in a fight…

And another one was recommended to Arkham Asylum by her school’s therapist because of her aggressive behavior, she bit another school’s student on a field trip and it doesn’t help that the other kid was Damian Wayne, the son of the billionaire who funds most of the city…

Meanwhile she feels like she is barely an adult anyway and she is trying to raise her sisters since her parents died, so obviously she is a mess when she goes to the GCPD headquarters to talk to Gordon for advice after her sisters went to bed and she finds her old boss on the roof with Batman and his birds, it’s even more embarrassing since she just came here after a fight with her sisters and Gordon is like family so there is no need to dress to impress around him, so she is in her pajama shorts and t-shirt along with her leg brace and cane.

She just waits for them to leave when she finally breaks down to Gordon on that rooftop about everything, but she didn’t notice the birds who lingered.

Suddenly over the next few days problems begin to fix themselves…

The one sister’s failing grades suddenly bolted up to A’s and B’s without her doing anything.

Medical bills were paid off for the other sister’s broken arm along with physical therapy for the former detective’s leg.

Then the sister who bit the Wanye boy, a professional child therapist has been hired for her so she doesn’t end up getting sent to that mad house, which is by no means suitable for a child, by some court judge.

It’s like their luck turned up for the better out of no where and along with that, their old detective ran into a cute guy when she was on her way home from physical therapy, his name is Dick Grayson…

I love the idea of the Batboys having darlings who are all sisters, I just find it cute and the fact that they are all parallels of each other one way or another…

[bomber-grl]

— Robin is Totally Cooler

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Gn!Red Hood Fan!Reader

Word Count: 1456

-

You and Damian were lounging around after school. It was one of the rare chances you got to hang out at Wayne Manor and spend time with him. You were sprawled out on the floor near a beanbag in his room, and he was on his bed, chilling with Titus. You were scrolling through your phone absentmindedly, while Damian worked on some school assignments in the background.

It was nice—quiet. You didn't always need to be talking to enjoy each other's company. But then, as you were mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, you stumbled upon an edit of Red Hood. You were, without a doubt, one of Red Hood’s biggest fans. You couldn’t lie, the guy was definitely hot—even with that mask (maybe especially with it). There was something about him that was just... Well, y’know. And, of course, you couldn’t ignore how, despite his connection to Batman and the Batfamily, Red Hood always seemed to be working on his own terms. He definitely had a different way of fighting crime, and there was something so intriguing about that.

Damian seemed to notice the audio looping on your phone, and after a second, he sat up, prompting Titus to leave the room (sadly). "Let me guess," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "An edit of your latest celebrity crush?"

He raised an eyebrow, already knowing the answer. It wasn’t like he didn’t know you well enough at this point to predict what you were up to. To be fair, Damian didn’t really care about your celebrity or fictional crushes. He was used to you being... Well, you.

You laughed awkwardly and nodded, showing him the screen. The video was a montage of Red Hood clips, ranging from news footage to civilian-captured videos of him taking down bad guys with his signature ruthless style. As soon as Damian saw the screen, though, his face immediately dropped—and you weren’t exaggerating when you thought it soured so much, it was like you’d just mentioned his worst enemy.

“Really?” Damian’s tone was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the screen. “Him? Of all the—” He cut himself off with a frustrated sigh, clearly trying to hold back his irritation.

You raised an eyebrow, a little confused by his reaction. “What’s wrong with Red Hood? He’s amazing” You grinned, scrolling through more clips, shamelessly gushing about how cool and badass Red Hood was.

Damian scoffed and threw himself back onto his bed, arms folded across his chest, a scowl on his face. “He’s reckless. Uncontrolled. And he’s basically a criminal, for God’s sake.”

You shrugged, still not seeing the issue. “He’s just—he’s different. I mean, who else is out there giving Gotham the middle finger and still getting the job done? He’s like... a darker Batman. That’s so cool.”

Damian, clearly bothered by the way you were swooning over his older brother, gritted his teeth. “Robin is cooler. He’s disciplined, strategic. And he doesn’t go around causing chaos like Red Hood.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “Are you… Are you a Robin fanboy or something?” You couldn’t help the teasing tone that slipped into your voice.

Damian flushed, but it was hard to tell if it was out of annoyance or embarrassment. He scoffed, turning away from you. “I’m not a fanboy. I’m just saying Robin is superior. His methods are better. More effective.”

Before you could respond with something snarky, there was a knock on the door. “Dinner time!” Duke’s voice filtered in from the hallway.

You sighed and set your phone aside, standing up. “Guess we can argue about this later.” You shot Damian a playful smile, then made your way down the hallway to the dining room, your heart still racing from your silly teasing.

Downstairs, the atmosphere was warm, and the table was full. Tim, Dick, Jason, and Stephanie were all gathered around, chatting and eating. Damian followed you in, still sulking a little, and sat down, glaring daggers at anyone who looked at him. Very much leaving everyone confused.

It wasn’t long before you casually brought up the subject again. “So, Damian hates Red Hood. Isn’t that weird? I mean, the guy’s a huge badass, and he can’t stand him.”

Duke, who was sitting next to you, raised an eyebrow. “Why does he hate him so much?”

You smirked. “Because he’s jealous,” you teased, leaning into the statement. “He knows I love Red Hood. You know, I think it’s funny that he gets all jealous about it.”

Tim almost choked on his food as he tried not to laugh, his face turning red. Dick just looked at Damian with an amused smile. Even Jason seemed to lean into the whole thing. “I mean, Red Hood is way cooler than Robin anyway,” Jason said with a smirk as if the words were the most natural thing in the world.

Damian’s face turned into a perfect storm cloud, eyes rolling back as he muttered under his breath. “Ridiculous.”

“Hey,” Jason said, leaning forward. “I’m just saying, Red Hood’s got the whole ‘gritty anti-hero’ vibe going on. The whole ‘I don’t follow rules, I make my own’ thing? Much cooler than Robin’s boy scout routine.”

Damian let out a loud exhale, slouching in his chair as if the conversation was physically exhausting him. “You’re all insufferable.”

Dinner carried on, but the teasing didn’t stop. It was all in good fun, and it made the meal more entertaining for everyone else—except, of course, Damian, who barely touched his food. You were pretty sure he was planning out a murder plan for everyone there.

-

A few weeks later, things hadn’t changed much. You were on your way to school with Damian, and Alfred behind the wheel of the car, driving through the streets of Gotham. Damian had been going off for what felt like hours about how "unusual" you were for being so obsessed with Red Hood.

“Do you even know how many teens have crushes on Robin?” he asked, voice dripping with frustration as he stared out the window. “Why can’t you be normal and like him?”

You turned to him with an innocent look. “I mean, I do think Robin’s cool, but Red Hood? Way more interesting. You know, with the whole redemption arc and the fact that he’s just—” You shrugged. “I dunno, cooler?”

Damian looked like he was about to say something, but Alfred chuckled softly from the front. “Master Damian, I don’t believe normal is quite in your vocabulary, is it?” His voice was playful, though he clearly wasn’t trying to get involved in the sibling squabble.

Damian shot a glare at Alfred, but the older man just smiled and mindfully kept his eyes on the road.

You couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a little more. “Besides, I’m way more into Red Hood than Robin. I’d never choose between you and Red Hood, though. I mean, we both know who I’d choose.” You gave Damian a nudge, knowing it would get under his skin.

-

Later that afternoon, you found yourself back at Wayne Manor, idly chatting with Duke while Damian was nowhere to be found. You made your way up the stairs and just as you stepped into his room, the door slammed closed with Damian standing in front of you, wearing Robins's signature hood and mask.

You blinked, a little confused. “Uh... what’s going on?”

Damian froze, caught off guard for a split second before the mask came off, revealing the smirk on his face. “Surprised?”

It only took you a moment before the realization hit you like a freight train. “Wait... are you—” You gestured at his outfit, the familiarity of it dawning on you.

Damian’s eyes narrowed, but you interrupted him with a smile. “Robin?”

Damian’s face twisted into a slightly amused but still annoyed expression. “Obviously.”

You were silent for a moment, your brain catching up. “So... Robin is you?”

Damian just stared at you, his expression unreadable for a split second before he sighed. “Yes. But don’t get too excited. I'm the coolest, I know.”

You blinked and smirked. “Well, well. I still like Red Hood better, though.”

Damian groaned in frustration, but you added quickly, “But I like you more than him.”

Damian seemed flustered for just a moment before he huffed. “You’re impossible.”

And, despite all the teasing and arguments, you couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe Damian had a bit more in common with Red Hood than he was willing to admit after all.

-

Word spread quickly about Damian’s jealousy pushing him to reveal his secret identity to you, and before long, he became the target of relentless teasing. Even Bruce couldn't help but give him a few scolds for being so reckless.

[cowboy-doinggay]

the people on the wall

Bruce knows better than anyone about the feeling of losing a parent at such a young age where it is hard to remember the smallest thing, like how many freckles his mother had that she would cover with makeup or the slight curl that his father on in the morning before getting ready for work at breakfast, so because of that the manor's walls were covered with pictures of them, of just Thomas and Martha.

So when Dick comes to live in the manor it takes about 2 months for Mary and John to join the walls with Martha and Thomas. To a normal person it would be weird to have your dead parents cover the walls of your home and even some random people's photos next to your parent's photos, but both Bruce and Dick didn't think it wasn't weird; it was love. Seeing them every day as they passed them in the hall, in a way was a chance for the set of parents to see their sons grow into the men that they become. Bruce sees Mary's blue eyes in Dick and John's smile as Dick saw Martha's freckles in the summer on Bruce's face and Thomas' strong jawline on Bruce.

When it was Jason's turn to live in the manor he didn't want to have pictures of his folks on the wall, which was understandable. But there was a small framed Polaroid on the foyer table that you wouldn't know that it was there if you weren't looking for it, It had a picture of Willis and Catherine with Jason celebrating his first birthday. And in that Polaroid, you can see Willis's smile and Catherine's caring eyes on Jason today. Jason never made it onto the wall, it was too hard for everyone to see that boy never growing older.

when Tim joined the family he didn't really think that Jack and Janet would join the walls because he didn't lose them at a young age like the rest of them so he didn't need to be surrounded with photos of the to remember what they look like, but the next he time that he was walking pass by the hall with the all the photos. Martha and Thomas photos had changed to group pictures of the Wayne couple and the Drake couple and was taken during a gala. And in this photo you can see the way where Tim talks with his hands came from Janet and that cheeky little smile that he gives when he does something bad came from Jack.

When Cassandra joined the family she had the same feelings as Jason about not wanting her parents on the wall, but on the same foyer table there's an old photo with creases and maybe old dry blood that was framed and placed next to Willis and Catherine. Of both David Cain and Sandra Woosan in the league of assassins; in the photo, you can see Cassandra looking like a perfect blend of them both.

As Damian met and joined the family it was a bit weird since both of his parents were still alive and in his life, so he didn't really need to have a photo of Talia on the wall or on the foyer table if the only thing that's stopping his parents from being together is distance and morals. But to the dismay of both Dick and Tim; Talia was added to the wall, as well as photos of younger Bruce and Talia during their time in the league together. In these pictures, you can really see Bruce in Damian, even though Damian is a carbon copy of Talia with Bruce's slight wave in his hair, in the way how his smile reaches his eyes and his nose has a slight wrinkle to it the same way as Bruce has in these pictures.

When Duke comes to live in the manor he had the some feeling as Tim and Damian about having his moms pictures on the wall, due to the fact that his mom isn’t dead and he stills visits her after school. But when he was walking pass the wall of photos to get into a study room he see her right nexts to the the pictures of Graysons and the Waynes with the Drakes and the young couple Wayne and Al Guhul. He see Elaine as he knows and loves her, and in this picture you can see Duke being a carbon copy of his mother they share the same smile, the same kind eyes with the adorable nose.

So when you go to the Wayne Manor there will be old portraits, of the older Wayne’s that had made a name for themselves and helped build Gotham but you'll also see pictures of the Drakes, the flying Graysons, 5 random people in small frames and never before seen photos of Bruce as a teenager during the time when he was studying abroad with a woman that looks a lot like Damian. And when asking any of the Waynes for the reason for all these non-wayne photos they will all say the same thing "Aren't your walls covered in family pictures?"

[youngbounty]

Okay, out of all the things people are complaining about this story (and I am planning to review this so believe me when I say there are problems), Damian’s line right here is what you guys have a problem with?

For those complaining about Jason having one night stands, have you never read any issue of Red Hood and the Outlaws. This is referencing Jason’s lovers being short lived and YES Jason has canonly had one night stands. Literally the first time he met Starfire was on an island naked as a jaybird (no pun intended) and she offered him sex, because it is how she got to know people at the time.

The comic was during the New 52 era and yeah they were being weird with Starfire in the first couple of issues with her being in bed with Roy and sorta Jason, BUT he has had one night stands in that comic. Two of them at least. One of the girls he had a one night stand with got dragged into a spaceship with him when he and the Outlaws were fighting an intergalactic war before she kicked the bucket.

Now, do I like it? Eh… they really did place Starfire OOC in the New 52, but she was dealing with a broken heart in her own way. As for Jason, he was still Jason just as he is in this comic. He just happens to enjoy one night stands when he’s lonely. Also, he never had one night stands in the Rebirth Outlaws since he was in a relationship with Artemis. He also got into a relationship with Rose in Zdarsky’s Batman I guess? Personally, I still consider his relationship with Artemis to be canon.

Point is, complaining about Damian claiming Jason has only one night stands is the most nothing burger to complain about rofl. What? You think Jason would never have one night stands? You think he never had? You think Zatanna never wiped out Batman’s memories so the rest of the Justice League can play Operation with Dr. Light? You think Billy’s Captain Marvel was never accused of pedophilia by the Justice League because he was in a relationship with Stargirl? ROFL you sweet summer child.

In all seriousness, Damian claiming Jason only goes for one night stands isn’t OOC for him and it’s so normalized in DC that the only character over 18 I’d be surprised has ever had a one night stand is Superman. Personally, I thought Damian’s line was funny, because HE’S NOT WRONG. You might as well complain about Tim being a cheating bastard too.

Here’s a tear jar for you 🫙 I don’t know what to tell you.

As for the other complaints, no Damian saying Stephanie is “too female” isn’t misogynist. Most girls go to other girls for dating advice and not guys for the same reason (too male in this case). Damian is only looking for advice from a guy’s perspective, because yes guys vs girls dating have different expectations. Blame it on our cultural society or whatever, but it is what it is. Both genders are guilty of this, because it’s expected from homosexual relationships too.

No, there is nothing wrong with Damian going to Tim for dating advice. It makes the most sense actually. Damian even broke it down in this one.

Damian’s a little shit and will say things in the most mean way possible. I thought that scene was funny, because as I’ve said DAMIAN IS NOT WRONG rofl. I laughed my ass off reading that.

Co’mon guys, let Tim and Damian have their story. We hardly ever see them working together, helping the other or hell getting along. If you’re going to complain or cry about something, at least find something that actually is placing a character OOC. For all we know, Damian could just be saying that just to be a little shit and it’s not like Jason and Stephanie never showed up or got to be a shit back at Damian.

Lolz god this comic is funny. Red Hood’s outfit made my day and Steph kicking Damian’s ass was 😘

I will be reviewing the comic as I’ve said. You can find its entirety in my profile if you scroll down a bit. I’m hoping that those complaining about that one panel in the comic didn’t read it. If so, the entire comic is available on here and I’ve reposted. Read it before nitpicking on nothing burgers.

[dollwhite]

Hiii I did this while listening to Harvey by Alex G

SUCCESS IS THE ONLY THING I UNDERSTAND

“Timmy come on it’s not good for you to stay up till 5:00 am every night” you say standing over him

“Mh just a few more minutes m almost done” Tim muttered his words coming out sluggish. It was sad really, a kid his age should never put off his own needs. No matter what their doing.

HEAD BACK HOME TO THE PLACE I GREW UP

“You said that 20 minutes ago, come on it’s time to go to sleep.” You uttered, running your fingers through his short black hair.

“It’s just one more thing I need to do..” he stated, trying his hardest not to just close his eyes shut. He was so close to finishing the case, if you just give him one more minute to finish….

GIVE MY MEDALS TO THE ONES THAT I LOVE

“Come, I’ll walk you back to your room” you say grabbing his hands off the bat computer, Dick had called you to get Tim to go to sleep. He’s been there for hours trying to finish that case, and he wouldn’t listen to anybody elso.

And Alfred is on his vacation day, while Bruce is at a late night gala. So they had no choice but to call you, Damian’s the one that suggested calling you in the first place.

I’LL CHASE HARVEY THROUGH THE DOOR ON THE WALL

As you both started walking up to the manor. Tim started to get more and more sleepy, all that lack of sleep was finally catching up to him.

“ Tim? Come on we’re almost there..” you say, his head resting on you shoulder.

HE SAYS NEVER CATCH ME, NEVER MISS ME AT ALL

Tim has never had a mom figure, he has a father figure and that’s Bruce. He has- had his own mother but they were never close, so when you came into his life things started getting better.

Before you he was never that happy to get his report cards, it was the same thing ever two months.

DROOL CAMES DOWN FROM THE CONNER OF HIS MOUTH

A+

A+

A+

A+

A+

A+

And the every once and awhile B+ in jym. But even that was rare, but when you came? Oh he loved showing you his report card. The way you acted like all A were a big thing?

I SAY I LOVE HARVEY YOU CUT IT OUT

The way you hung the paper up on your refrigerator? The way you patted the top of his head and told him your were poud of him? Like a mom would? Not a mother because a mom asked you what snacks you wanted from the store.

I LOVE WINNING BABY I WANT IT ALL

A mom tells you all the nightmares you have aren’t real.

I WANNA PROVE THAT I GOT THE BALLS

A mom does a bunch of things for their children…..

HARVEY KEEPS ON PLAYING WITH HIS FOOD

He doesn’t understand what big boys do…………

Also I’m think ima just change my theme when I get around internet, because right now I’m just on my mom’s hotspot and it’s not enough to load Pinterest 😭

Also this is rushed, no proofread cuz we die like Jason Todd

Reader and Damian are going to have a very weird relationship cuz on one hand she low key wants to adopt him but on the other hand hes a little asshole lmao

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Fuck That!

by hyperfixationmaniac “You know, if you turn me over to the social workers, well… the chances of a kid my age findin’ a decent home are slim–” “Don’t bet on it, Robin.” “Robin?” Jason’s head whips around and he stares at Batman in horror, “Robin!?” Batman’s smile falters, and he starts explaining slowly, “Yes, you’ve proved yourself quite a lot tonight, young man. I think you’d make an excellent Ro–” “Fuck that!” ---- Jason, very aggresively, says No to being Robin. This spirals into quite the different life for everyone in the Batfamily! Words: 8955, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Al Ghul Wayne, Duke Thomas, Barbara Gordon (Mentioned), Bernard Dowd (mentioned), Crystal Brown (mentioned) Relationships: Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd (briefly) Additional Tags: Jason Todd-centric, Civilian Jason Todd, Jason Todd swears a lot, Everybody Loves Jason Todd, Competent Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Jason Todd Takes Care of His Family, Scary Jason Todd, i think if jason was a civilian and used his rage in an alfred-like way, then he’d very quickly become the head of the household, this is the fic born from that headcanon, no beta we die like jason todd, except that, Jason Todd Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, like COMPLETE fix-it, to the point that the only canon events that happen are the batfam members joining, and even those are very warped to make them infinitely less tragic, Fluff, Humor, i think this is humour but im really not sure, if im being honest its more like, Crack, Jason Todd is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early, But only by a little, Stephanie Brown is not Robin, Trans Female Stephanie Brown, its not important to the story but its important to my heart, Stephanie Brown Joins the Batfamily Early, again only by a little though, Damian Wayne is Not Robin, some of them are other titles, but im not putting them in because of spoilers, just know that dick is the first and only robin, Cassandra Cain Joins the Batfamily Early, oooonly by a little, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, more like jason violently twists bruce into being a good parent like a balloon animal, Awkward Bruce Wayne, Minor Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd, because these are MY blorbos, so i get to make them three disaster bisexuals in an idiot polycule, Self-Indulgent, PLEASE don’t interact with this if you ship the batfam!! via https://ift.tt/IBPrVYg

[okasuka]

Sharp Edges

(Damian Wayne x Reader)

The Batcave hummed with quiet activity. The faint clicking of keys echoed from the Batcomputer, while the distant drip of water somewhere in the cavern filled the silence between them. Y/N sat on the armrest of one of the rolling chairs, still in her suit, arms crossed as she carefully sharpened one of her claws against the other.

Damian watched her from the other side of the Batcave, pretending to check his weapons. He had spent far too much time trying to figure out how to approach this—how to ask her the question without making himself look like an idiot.

Tt. This shouldn’t be so difficult.

But it was.

Y/N wasn’t like anyone else. She was sharp—literally and figuratively. Closed off, a little intimidating, yet he had spent enough time with her to see the moments when her guard slipped. She wasn’t emotionless, just careful. And that made this all the more complicated.

He exhaled through his nose, squared his shoulders, and walked over to her.

“You free Friday night?” His voice was calm, as if the question were as simple as a mission debrief.

Y/N glanced up at him, raising a brow. “Depends. What for?”

He hesitated for only a second. “Dinner. Just the two of us.”

Her claws stopped scraping together.

She blinked, the usual sharpness in her eyes briefly flickering with something else. Surprise? Hesitation? Interest?

“You mean like… a date?”

“Yes,” he said without missing a beat.

Y/N was silent, gaze searching his face for something—maybe sincerity, maybe a trap. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. Then, after a long pause, she tilted her head slightly.

“You sure you wanna take a girl with adamantium claws on a date?” Her voice was teasing, but there was a quiet layer of something else beneath it.

Damian smirked. “If I was afraid of a few sharp edges, I wouldn’t be interested in you in the first place.”

That earned him a chuckle, soft and fleeting. She shook her head slightly, but the corners of her lips lifted just enough to be noticeable.

“Fine,” she said, sliding her claws back into her knuckles. “Friday night it is.”

Damian felt the corner of his own mouth twitch upward.

“Good.”

And just like that, he turned on his heel and walked away, hiding the way his heartbeat had picked up just a little. Behind him, Y/N shook her head again, watching him go, the ghost of a smirk still on her lips.

Sharp Edges (Part 2)

Y/N watched Damian disappear into the depths of the Batcave, his usual confidence unwavering. The rhythmic click of his boots faded, leaving her sitting there, arms folded, mind racing.

She hadn’t expected that.

Damian Wayne—stubborn, disciplined, pain-in-the-ass Damian—had just asked her out. And he’d done it with the same tone he used when issuing a mission order, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Tt.

She sighed, rolling her shoulders and flexing her hands. The familiar sting of her claws retracting was grounding, but it didn’t stop the warmth creeping up her neck.

She liked him. She’d known that for a while. The way he never hesitated to match her pace, to keep up with her in sparring without treating her like she was fragile. The way he actually listened when she spoke, even when she was short or dismissive. The way he seemed to get her, even when she wasn’t saying much.

Still, she never thought he’d do anything about it.

“You look like you’re thinking too hard,” came a voice from behind her.

She turned her head just enough to see Dick standing there, arms crossed, an annoyingly amused grin on his face.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Nightwing?” she muttered, rubbing at the base of her claws absently.

“Nah,” he said, stepping closer. “I do have a little brother who just asked you on a date, though.”

Y/N gave him a deadpan look. “And?”

“And that’s very interesting.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m starting,” Dick said, grinning as he leaned against the Batcomputer. “Didn’t think Damian had it in him. Guy’s been brooding over you for months—and before you say anything, yes, it was obvious.”

Y/N felt her jaw tighten. Had it been obvious? She wasn’t exactly the best at reading emotions. Hell, she barely had a handle on her own half the time. But if Dick had noticed, that meant—

“Tt. You’re irritating.”

Both of them turned to see Damian standing on the upper platform, arms crossed, his usual scowl in place.

Dick smirked. “And you’re grumpy.”

Damian ignored him, stepping down toward Y/N. His gaze flickered over her, assessing, as if expecting her to take back what she’d said.

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, I’m not changing my mind.”

Something in his posture eased, just slightly. “Good.”

Dick let out a whistle. “Damn. You guys really do deserve each other.”

“Leave,” Damian said flatly.

Dick laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop messing with you. But seriously—Friday night? I need details.”

Damian gave him a warning glare, and Y/N smirked.

“Don’t hold your breath, Grayson.”

Dick groaned dramatically but backed off, heading toward the Batmobile. As soon as he was out of earshot, Y/N glanced back at Damian.

“So,” she said, tilting her head. “You actually have a plan for this, or were you hoping I’d just be impressed by your charm?”

Damian smirked. “I don’t hope for anything.”

She snorted. “Right. So what’s the plan?”

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, turning toward the exit. “Wear something you don’t mind ruining.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Why do I feel like that’s a threat?”

He didn’t answer. He just walked away with the same confidence he always carried, leaving Y/N sitting there, still trying to process the fact that this was actually happening.

And, if she was being honest?

She didn’t mind it one bit.

Sharp Edges (Part 3)

The ride back to Wayne Manor was quiet.

Damian sat beside her in the Batmobile, driving with his usual precision. Y/N stared out the window, watching the trees blur past, the faint glow of the city behind them fading into the dark Gotham outskirts. Her mind was still spinning from earlier.

A date.

With Damian.

It shouldn’t have been this hard to process, but emotions were never her strong suit. She was built for battle, for survival, for endurance—not for this soft kind of thing.

And yet, her pulse had been erratic ever since he’d asked.

When they finally pulled into the underground garage, Y/N didn’t wait for him to say anything—she just hopped out and headed straight inside. Damian followed, staying just a step behind as they moved through the dimly lit halls of the manor.

Neither of them said goodnight. They never really did.

Y/N retreated to her room, stripping off her gear, setting her weapons aside, and throwing herself onto the ridiculously soft bed Alfred had insisted she use.

She closed her eyes.

And yet, minutes passed. Then an hour.

Her body refused to rest.

Her mind wouldn’t shut up.

With a frustrated sigh, she pushed the covers off and sat up, running a hand down her face. Maybe a walk would help. Maybe sneaking outside and beating up some street thugs would clear her head. Maybe—

Her feet were already moving before she could think it through.

She stopped outside his door before she could second-guess it.

For a moment, she just stood there, fingers hovering near the handle. She knew he was awake—his heartbeat was steady but not slow enough for sleep. She could hear his breathing through the door, calm and controlled.

It was stupid.

She should turn around.

She—

Screw it.

She knocked once and opened the door without waiting for a response.

Damian was sitting on his bed, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and sweats, reading by the dim glow of a bedside lamp. He barely looked surprised to see her.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, setting his book down.

Y/N huffed, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. “Tried. Didn’t work.”

Damian studied her for a moment before gesturing toward the empty space on his bed.

She hesitated. Then, before she could psych herself out, she crossed the room and sat down beside him, leaning back against the headboard.

The silence stretched, comfortable but weighted.

Then, without looking at him, she muttered, “I like you.”

She felt him tense slightly beside her.

It took him less than a second to school himself, but she felt it.

Y/N exhaled through her nose. “I like you,” she repeated, slower this time, staring down at her hands. “I just… I don’t really know how to do this.”

Damian was silent. Not in a bad way—more like he was actually listening.

She flexed her fingers, eyes tracing the faint scars on her hands. “I wasn’t made for this. Affection. Relationships. The whole… feelings thing.” She shook her head. “I don’t even know if I’m saying this right, but I just… I needed you to know.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

“You are saying it right.”

She turned her head, meeting his gaze.

His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those sharp, green eyes—were softer than she’d ever seen them.

“I’ve known you long enough to understand how hard that was for you,” he continued, voice quieter than usual. “And I don’t take that lightly.”

Her throat felt tight. She wasn’t used to this. Vulnerability. Being seen so clearly.

And yet, somehow, Damian made it feel… bearable.

She let out a slow breath. “So…”

“So,” he echoed, smirking just slightly. “Will you be staying?”

She gave him a look. “Obviously.”

Damian let out a short breath—something almost like a chuckle. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he shifted, moving his arm so she could lean into him.

Y/N hesitated for only a moment before she let herself relax against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

His warmth was steady. Grounding.

For once, she didn’t mind.

And for the first time that night, she actually felt like she might sleep.

Sharp Edges (Part 4)

Y/N woke up to the distinct feeling of being watched.

Her senses stirred before her eyes even opened, instincts screaming at her to move, to fight, to—

“Are you two comfortable?”

Her eyes snapped open.

Bruce Wayne stood in the doorway, arms crossed, expression unreadable except for the slightest quirk of amusement at the corner of his mouth.

It took Y/N approximately two seconds to register the situation—warmth at her side, the steady rise and fall of someone’s breathing, the fact that she was definitely still curled up against Damian.

Shit.

Damian was still asleep, his head slightly tilted toward hers, one arm loosely draped over her waist.

Y/N stiffened. Her brain scrambled for a response, but Bruce just raised an eyebrow.

“I must say, this is not what I expected to find when I came to check if you two were back from patrol.” His voice was calm, but way too amused for her liking.

Y/N scowled, her face heating up as she sat up slightly, careful not to jolt Damian awake. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Bruce’s eyebrow climbed higher. “So you didn’t sneak into my son’s room in the middle of the night and fall asleep cuddling him?”

Y/N opened her mouth. Shut it. Scowled harder. “That’s not—ugh.”

As if on cue, Damian stirred beside her, his breathing shifting. Then, with a slow exhale, he opened his eyes.

It took him less than a second to process the situation.

His gaze flickered to Y/N, then to Bruce, then back to Y/N. He didn’t stiffen, didn’t flinch—just exhaled through his nose and said, deadpan, “Father.”

Bruce hummed. “Glad to see you’re awake, Damian. Perhaps next time, you can warn me before bringing a guest to bed?”

Y/N groaned, shoving Damian’s shoulder. “Say something.”

Damian, ever composed, just sat up and rolled his shoulders. “I see no reason to justify anything to him.”

Bruce smirked. “Oh, you don’t have to. I just thought it was interesting.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

Bruce shrugged. “I am a father. It’s my job.”

Y/N huffed, rubbing her temples. “Can we not do this at…” She glanced at the clock. “Six in the damn morning?”

Bruce sighed theatrically. “Fine, fine. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

Y/N threw a pillow at him. He caught it effortlessly, smirking as he turned to leave. “Breakfast in thirty. Don’t be late.”

The door shut behind him.

Silence.

Then—

“I hate him,” Damian muttered.

Y/N groaned, flopping back onto the bed. “I told you to say something.”

“I did.”

“Not helpfully.”

Damian just smirked. “At least now we don’t have to hide it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips. “Tt. Whatever, lovebird.”

Damian scowled. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Nope.”

She smirked.

And, even though she wouldn’t say it out loud—

Maybe this whole feelings thing wasn’t so bad after all.

Sharp Edges (Part 5)

The training room in Wayne Manor was filled with the rhythmic sounds of fists meeting flesh, boots skidding against the mat, and steady, controlled breathing.

Y/N and Damian moved in sync, exchanging blows with lethal precision. She ducked under one of his kicks, using her momentum to sweep his legs, but he caught himself mid-fall, flipping back onto his feet effortlessly.

They’d been sparring for nearly an hour, neither willing to give the other an opening.

“Tired yet, beloved?” Damian smirked, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow.

Y/N scoffed. “Not even close.”

She lunged, her fist aimed for his ribs. He deflected it, twisting her arm slightly, but she used the motion to spin and land a kick to his shoulder.

It was the kind of fight that could go on for hours.

Which, unfortunately, meant they had an audience.

“Wow,” Dick’s voice rang out from the sidelines. “So much romantic tension.”

Y/N groaned. Damian just rolled his eyes.

“Leave,” Damian said flatly, still blocking Y/N’s attacks without looking at his brother.

“Oh, I should leave? But you two are being so entertaining.” Dick grinned, leaning against the rail. “I mean, the flirting, the intense eye contact—it’s like something out of a soap opera.”

Y/N threw a punch extra hard just to tune him out. Damian caught it, gripping her wrist tightly before twisting to flip her over his shoulder—

But in the split second before he could complete the motion, Dick nudged him forward.

It was a small push, barely noticeable.

But it was enough.

Damian’s balance shifted, and instead of throwing Y/N, he fell—right on top of her.

They hit the mat with a loud thud, Y/N’s back slamming against the padded floor, Damian’s weight pressing into her.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

“Well, this is convenient,” Damian said, voice smug as hell.

Y/N blinked, barely processing what had just happened before Damian smirked down at her. His arms were braced on either side of her head, effectively pinning her beneath him.

Dick cackled. “Oh my god.”

Y/N scowled, shoving at Damian’s chest. “Get off.”

Damian did not get off.

Instead, his smirk deepened. “Why? This position seems rather comfortable.”

Y/N’s face heated up. “Damian—”

Dick lost it.

“Oh, this is amazing.” He doubled over laughing, hands on his knees. “You guys are like a rom-com in real time.”

Damian, ever the opportunist, lowered his head slightly, bringing his lips just close enough to Y/N’s ear to murmur, “If you wanted me on top of you, beloved, you could’ve just asked.”

Y/N shoved him hard this time, flipping them over so she was the one pinning him.

He looked far too pleased with himself.

“You’re the worst,” she muttered, glaring down at him.

His smirk remained. “And yet, you like me.”

She scowled. “Not for long.”

“Lies.”

Dick, still laughing, clapped his hands. “Alright, alright, I gotta give it to you, Dames—smooth move. But, uh…” He pointed toward the doorway. “You might wanna dial it back, because Bruce is watching.”

Both Y/N and Damian turned their heads toward the entrance—

Where Bruce stood, arms crossed, looking deeply unimpressed.

“Really?” he said, his tone the exact same one he used when scolding them for reckless behavior on patrol.

Y/N groaned, dropping her head onto Damian’s chest. “I hate this family.”

Damian, still grinning, just wrapped his arms around her back and murmured, “Too bad, beloved. You’re stuck with us.”

Sharp Edges (Part 6)

The manor’s library was quiet, the warm glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows over the towering shelves. It was late—past midnight—but neither Damian nor Y/N had any intention of sleeping.

Damian was perched on one of the couches, a book in hand, while Y/N leaned against the armrest, flipping through an old volume she’d randomly pulled from the shelves.

Or at least, pretending to flip through it.

Because, really, she was more focused on annoying Damian.

“You’re not reading,” he muttered, eyes still on his book.

Y/N smirked, tilting her head toward him. “How do you know?”

Damian didn’t even look up. “You haven’t turned a page in five minutes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I’m just a slow reader.”

“You don’t read at all.”

Y/N huffed dramatically, tossing the book onto the coffee table. “Fine, you got me. I’m bored.”

Damian sighed, finally glancing at her. “That sounds like a you problem.”

Y/N smirked. “Not for long.”

Before he could react, she nudged him—just enough to make him tip sideways.

He caught himself, of course, always prepared, always balanced.

But then she did it again.

And again.

Until—

“Tt. Do you mind?”

“Nope.”

She leaned in again, this time pressing her hand against his cheek and shoving him lightly.

Damian caught her wrist before she could pull away, raising an eyebrow. “You really are insufferable.”

Y/N grinned. “I try.”

Their faces were too close now. Close enough that the air between them felt charged.

Neither of them moved.

Then—deliberately, teasingly—Damian tilted his head, his lips brushing against her knuckles before he murmured, “Are you going to keep playing, or are you finally going to kiss me?”

Y/N blinked.

Her brain short-circuited for approximately two seconds.

Then, before she could overthink it, she moved, pressing her lips against his in a quick, sudden kiss.

Damian responded immediately, shifting to deepen it, his hand sliding to the back of her neck as he pulled her closer.

The kiss was slow—unrushed, deliberate.

And somehow, it was even better than she’d imagined.

When they finally pulled apart, Damian smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, nudging him again just for good measure. “Shut up.”

Damian just grinned, tugging her back toward him. “Make me.”

She did.

[pinklotushere]

Gotham’s Most Insane Love Triangle (That’s Not Even a Triangle)

Tim Drake has had enough.

Not of being Red Robin—no, he signed up for that nightmare. But of this absolute clown of a villain who has decided to make his civilian life hell. The dude isn’t even a real villain, just some rich, eccentric, probably-a-little-deranged Gotham socialite with too much free time and very questionable taste in romance.

He has been through a lot in his life.

He’s fought assassins, taken down crime lords, and survived the literal Lazarus Pit. But none of that prepared him for this.

Because, apparently, being a billionaire CEO means attracting a very specific brand of problem—namely, a very rich, very persistent, very theatrical stalker-suitor who has decided that Tim is their one true love.

And the worst part? They have no idea he’s Red Robin. They just think Tim Drake, boring businessman, is the ideal romantic partner.

Tim has tried to get rid of them. He’s shut down their advances, ignored their ridiculous gifts (including a whole building—seriously, what was that?), and even considered faking his own death. (Bruce did it like six times. It’s an option.)

Nothing worked.

the courtship? Is aggressive.

Think:

• Giant, embarrassing billboards with love poems that definitely sound like they were written by someone’s AI assistant.

• Dramatic, unsolicited “gifts” (one time, it was a tiger. A real one. In his office. He had to call Damian to get it out).

• Showing up at his press conferences to declare their love, completely derailing everything ("I AM WOOING YOU, TIMOTHY! SAY YES TO DESTINY!" "Sir, this is an earnings call—")

So, in a moment of desperation (and supreme bad decision-making), Tim panicked and told the press that he was already in a relationship.

With both Superboy and Wraith.

Because Tim Drake does not do things halfway.

(Kon does not hesitate. The second Tim says, “Hey, will you pretend to date me?” Kon’s already slinging an arm around his shoulders, grinning, and saying, “Obviously, babe.”

And, okay, maybe he’s having too much fun with it. Maybe Tim gives one kiss on the cheek in public, and suddenly Kon’s cranking the PDA up to 11.

Tim swears Kon is just doing this to annoy him. (Spoiler: He is. And also because he’s in love. But mostly to annoy him.)

Dani has no idea what’s going on. One day, she’s just vibing, and the next, Tim is begging her to be his fake girlfriend in his civilian life while also fake-dating Superboy in his hero life.

“So you’re publicly dating both of us?” she asks. “Yes,” Tim says, exhausted. “At the same time?” “Yes.” "Love that. Love the drama. I’m in.”)

And that’s how he ended up in a very public, very fake, and very annoying love triangle where he is “dating” two of his best friends.

Which prompted the start of plan : get rid of creepy guy

—

Step One: Make the Villain Regret Their Life Choices

If Tim thought this was going to be a subtle plan, Kon and Dani immediately proved him wrong.

Kon goes full Superboy mode. Dramatic rescues? Check. Carrying Tim around way too much? Check. Way too many kisses on the cheek? Check.

Dani (Wraith) is the wildcard. She literally picks Tim up in public like he’s a prize, occasionally phases through walls to randomly show up at his meetings, and once materialized into existence just to kiss Tim’s forehead in front of the press.

Tim cannot do anything about it. Because if he protests, the villain wins. And also because, unfortunately, he kinda likes it.

The villain loves this. It becomes a challenge. They start sending hate letters to Superboy, promising to “win” Tim’s heart from him.

Kon gets way too competitive about it. (“I dare you to try, buddy.” “KON, STOP ENCOURAGING THEM—”)

The media loses their minds. Suddenly, “Tim Drake’s Shocking Super Love Triangle” is trending.

Bart starts a betting pool on whether Tim actually survives this ordeal. Cassie is taking bets on when the fake relationship stops being fake. ("Wait, you all think this is fake?"—Cass, genuinely confused.)

—

Step Two: Turn the Public Against the Villain

The villain’s new strategies are straight out of a soap opera.

They show up at Tim’s press conferences, interrupting him mid-sentence.

( “Timothy! You don’t have to settle! You deserve true love!”

Tim: "I deserve peace.")

They try to out-romance Kon and Dani by sending ridiculous gifts.

• Kon: "Oh, you sent him roses? That’s cute. I carried him to France for pastries this morning."

• Dani: "I made him a custom necklace out of ectoplasm. It glows when he’s in danger. What did you do?"

Tim is so tired.

So, so tired.

For weeks, he's been playing damage control while Gotham's most deranged suitor escalates his antics. What started as embarrassing billboards and ridiculous gifts has somehow escalated into a full-blown public stunt designed to "prove" their love.

The disaster of the day?

A flash marriage proposal.

Tim barely has time to process what's happening before an entire choir descends on him in the middle of a press conference. They begin singing a dramatic, original ballad about love and destiny while the villain (dressed in a tuxedo and cape, because of course they are) strides forward. With an engagement ring, the size of Tim’s suffering.

"Timothy!" they declare, their voices booming through a hidden microphone, because this is obviously being broadcast. "I've waited long enough! Accept my love! Marry me and together we will dominate Gotham's social scene as the couple of the century!"

Tim's eyes twitch. He's two seconds away from making this a Red Robin problem.

fortunately for everyone involved, Kon and Dani have zero chill.

Kon lands from the sky, draping an arm around Tim with the most obnoxiously smug grin imaginable. “Oh, wow. A public proposal? That’s adorable. Almost as adorable as the six months I’ve already spent dating this guy.”

Then he just kisses Tim’s temple like it’s nothing.

Before Tim can recover (he absolutely did not freeze), Dani materializes next to him, grabs Tim like a princess, and kisses the other side of his face.

Timothy Jackson drake-Wayne did not squeak. What?

��You really don’t get it, do you?” she sighs.

And that is the moment the villain realizes they have lost.

Because Gotham? Gotham loves drama. And right now, the story isn’t “Determined Suitor Wins Over Tim Drake”—it’s “Homewrecker Tries to Steal Gotham’s Most Beloved Power Couples” (because, yes, the media still refuses to acknowledge this is a throuple).

The crowd turns on the villain.

• “You’re breaking them up? Boo.”

• “Have you seen the way Superboy looks at him?”

• “Sir, how do you respond to the allegations that you are a clown?”

#TimsuperWraith4Ever trends within minutes.

And the villain, realizing they are rapidly losing public favor, does the only thing they can do—

They flee

(“…Well,” they say, trying to regain some dignity. “I can tell when I’m in over my head.”

(They can’t.)

“I’m going to retreat—for now.”

(They're not coming back.)

And then, with a dramatic wave of their capes, they run away.)

Tim is still being held.

By both of them.

In front of every reporter in Gotham.

Kon, still smiling, pulls Tim even closer to him. "So, babe, how about we go celebrate our victory?"

Dani smiles. "Ooh, yeah. I'm thinking date night."

Tim, who physically can't escape, groans. "I hate you both."

Neither of them let go.

And, okay, maybe he doesn't really mind .

—

Step Three: Realize You’re the Only One Still Pretending

Later, after the chaos dies down and Tim finally gets a second to himself, he turns to Kon and Dani with a sigh.

“Well,” he says. “That was exhausting, but at least it’s over.”

Kon raises an eyebrow. “Over?”

Tim frowns. “Yeah. The villain’s gone, so… y’know. We can drop the act now.”

There’s a long silence.

Then Dani just… tilts her head. “Wait. You think this is fake?”

Tim stares. “What.”

Kon grins. “Oh, babe. You really thought we were faking?”

Tim.exe has stopped working.

Because, oh no, he did think this was fake. But now Kon is looking at him like he’s an idiot, and Dani is smirking like she knew all along, and—

Oh.

Oh, he’s so dumb.

Because this entire time, they weren’t playing a role. They were just—being them. Touchy, affectionate, protective—except now, they had an excuse to be obvious about it.

Tim buries his face in his hands. “Oh my god.”

Dani pats his head. “You’ll get there, babe.”

Kon leans down, kissing the top of his head. “Take your time.”

Tim groans.

(But maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t mind so much.)

—

Bonus: Cassie & Bart, Watching From Afar :

Bart: “You think Tim actually figured it out?”

Cassie : "probably. It was fun watching him suffer"

[tsundereho]

batfam sick fic (proofread)

818 words: my base idea posted as well, oooh fun right? tw i guess for talks of incorrect medicine use. I swear in this, so yeah be warned

@coal-or-something helped me (watched me write and go insane, occasionally helped with grammar)

Bruce powers through anything like a fucking truck Dick can power through it but chooses to be a baby about it (for the bit) Jason is much like bruce but is more noticeable, will refuse to be taken care of Tim doesn’t have a spleen he gets sick like unable to leave bed sick, refuses treatment best he can and tries to keep working Steph is stubborn and confident, can and will make her own damn soup but due to being sick it doesn't go very well Damian doesn't get sick very often but when he does he will refuse to admit it to the point of making it worse for himself Duke Thomas probably knows what to do best (other then alfred) Cass was homeless for 9 years, so used to being sick and just ignoring it. So very used to being sick and just forcing herself not to be due to her dad then her time on the streets

Different scenarios of them being sick, all, same level of sick to start, same symptoms

Bruce cannot slow down or take a break ever, and it was becoming more and more apparent as he refused to pause his typing for a coughing fit. Despite Alfreds warnings about it will only get worse. The only compromise he made was not attending a brunch and instead using that time for a nap, mainly because he didn’t have the energy to mask at all.

Dick at the first sign of his cold immediately canceled his plans, sure he was still gonna go be Nightwing but he needed the days to rest! He was sick, he needed soup and tea with extra honey to help his sore throat.

Jason refuses to let anybody near him while he's sick, he knows they’ll do something, whether it's trying to hurt him in his vulnerable state or worse, take care of him. He didn’t need extra blankets or hot drinks, he needed to stop being weak and just get through this, any guidelines on the cold meds? Ignored. He's chugging the bottle in one go. He needs to feel better. Very often nightwing can find him accidentally high and loopy since he took ten times over the recommended dose, the only reason he isn’t dead is because he is a tank of man.

Tim is doing everything he can to ward off the sickness at the first sneeze, wearing a face mask, washing everything he owns as often as he can, when he gets sick he gets sick. One of the many cons of not having a spleen. 

It does help but not by much, he still gets sick and is immediately bed ridden for his own safety, he can and will seriously hurt himself trying to work like this.

Damian since i can’t write steph very well yet

Damian is the one who got sick first, not that he would admit it to even himself, yes he is drinking more tea, but only because he likes the way Alfred makes it, nothing more nothing less, he scoffs at the idea of taking a break, he did not need a break since he was not sick, no matter what father or any of his siblings said, they were all wrong. No matter how much he overslept for school he would show up anyways.

Cass is very nervous about getting sick, it makes her weak. After nearly a decade on the street she knows how bad it is to be out of commission, being sick meant working harder just to eat as your body screamed at you just to lay down. Being sick at the Wayne Manor was very different, actual medicine, warm food, not needing to force her body to keep moving when all she wanted was to collapse. Bed rest for once isn't forced, she wants a nap and a rest.

Okay i see her as stubborn but more understanding of when she needs to give in. sure when she first started getting sick, much like the others just ignored and medicated. Once she started getting more sick? Actually takes it easy instead of brute forcing her way through it. Is she going to go on bedrest? Hell the fuck no but shes gonna make herself a nice little treat.

Duke Thomas, the only one to actually take the recommended amount of medicine and not just the entire thing, he's keeping track of what times he ate and how much, making sure to wash his hands more often and all that shit

i was gonna write more but uh, no :3

[polarimiufy]

i love neglected reader batfam aus but what if reader was growing up in the Wayne Manor not completely ignored by everyone. instead, they showed their love in little ways.

your family members were often busy. you were not completely oblivious to their nightly activities. often times, you had to attend a gala in your dad's place while he was prowling the night streets in Gotham wearing a bat costume. though, he tried not to make it as a habit or people will notice.

you love your family, really. there was no hesitation on your part. you were not related to Bruce Wayne by blood, like Damian, but you loved him like he was your real father. you just hoped that he would take care of himself more often and not spend so much time in the batcave. not to mention everyone was in on the secret. Dick was already off to Blüdhaven. Jason rarely came to the manor, and preferred to spend time in Crime Alley. Tim, now finally entering college, was busier than ever. Damian was also busy with school and being Robin.

your only hope was Alfred but even he can't be at many places at one time. so, you feel dejected. the manor felt so empty now that they were absent.

and your family noticed this. of course they did. so, they decided to show signs that they care.

Dick can't be at the manor all the time, so he often texted you messages. he sent you good morning texts, asking how you were doing and leaving reminders like "don't skip breakfast!" and "don't sleep too late, you don't want to be like Tim :)"

one of the few rare days when Jason did go to the manor, he took you riding around the city with his bike, going to the bookstore and grabbing lunch at that restaurant you liked. before he left, he would ruffle your hair and tell you "don't bring trouble" to which you scoffed because hello? look at you? and asked you if he needed to threaten someone, which was unnecessary. you were tempted.

as for Tim, since you both were almost the same age, you often spend time talking about the woes of living a college life. "ugh, Tim. i can't believe this but one of my groupmates hasn't answered my texts yet- the deadline is TOMORROW!" and cue the venting session. Tim always listened to your problems. he felt that sometimes you don't need a solution, you just need a good listener.

and Damian, given his upbringing, he wasn't good at expressing things like affection. he found you crying one time, stressed from doing assignments. it only took him one look at you before he grabbed his sketchbook and his art supplies then sitting next to you and started drawing. the sound of his pencil moving on the paper soothed your mind. you didn't need words to express yourself. just by being side by side, eased you both.

Alfred often made tea and cookies for you when you immersed yourself with work. he knew about your sweet tooth, and he liked to take advantage of it.

while Bruce was often absent from your life before, he tried to involve himself more. breakfast and dinner was spent with him asking about you. if you were doing okay, if someone was bothering you, if he had to bribe them to leave you alone, etc.

your family never said it out loud, but you knew.

you were loved.

[yanmuffins]

Thanks you for answering!!! I like that vamp!reader can at least act freely around Jason (minus Aflfred of course) .

So now i'm wondering when reader will turn into a vampire and if there's not blood bags around for a long period for x reason,is jason will be her first choice to bite because she can be vulnerable with him and vice-versa? And how the other will react when they know that most of time reader put a facade around them but Jason? Are they gonna maybe be jealous? I'm sure at least Damian will not tolerating that.

For the guess game,I bet that Alfred will be the first to become yandere because reader is more his daughter than Bruce's daughter. It seems he really puts a lot of effort into her education and the way she dress up ( i really really really adored the post btw,i hope there's will be more🥰 ) and for me it's seem bordeline controlling. I know he will not shying away to shot anyone who try to "corrupt" reader😅

context &. context.

ooh! those are all amazing questions!

i believe that, even if there were no blood bags around, vampire! reader still wouldn't want to drink from her family. it's a hard no for her, which means she would only do it as a last resort.

so, if she's not being held captive at the wayne manor, she would more or less be a little familiar with the kindred underworld. which means that in the abscence of blood bags, she would not even consider drinking from her family and would choose to seek out a blood doll or enthrall some unaware human so she can feed from them safely. no killing is involved, but batfam does not approve of that method even when there's willing victims involved. especially when there's willing victims involved, actually. too raunchy!

but if she is being held captive, i think jason would be simultaneously the best and worst choice precisely because they're closest compared to the rest of the batfam. she would have to be pretty desperate or close to frenzy to feed on him, though.

"And how the other will react when they know that most of time reader put a facade around them but Jason? Are they gonna maybe be jealous? I'm sure at least Damian will not tolerating that."

not going to expand on that because spoilers, but once vampire! reader starts acting... off... they will certainly go through a bunch of realizations. and you are correct, damian is not going to be happy about it.

as for who goes yandere first, we'll see (𓁹󠁘◡𓁹) albert is a strong candidate, vampire! reader is most definetly his pride and joy. he put a lot of effort into making sure she was brought up as a perfect wayne lady. you call it control, he simply calls it care! :)

although he's not very happy about the independence vampire! reader is claiming for herself. too many bad influences outside that could impact her negatively. he doesn't quite understand why she would want to broaden her horizons when she has all she could possibly want at the wayne manor.

oh, if only she'd just stay at home...

[sophiethewitch1]

YES YES YES! BULLY HIM! ENOUGH OF HIS BIG BROTHER'S BULLSHIT, BE HORNY

You twos first introduction is one of the funniest things ever. i hope you'll enjoy it anon I know I do. we're starting off strong with the bullying

[theresistanceneverquits]

There’s not enough people talking about how important Stephanie is to Damian’s growth pre-Flashpoint.

Bruce had seen Damian as a beast to be tamed, Tim sees him as a ticking time bomb, and Dick is far better with him but he’s still an authority figure for Damian to combat with. But then he meets Stephanie, a college-aged girl who nobody trusts and he bullies her relentlessly and becomes inseparable from her.

She doesn’t interact with him based on his past, but on what she can see. This 10 year old just threatened to kill her? Wow he doesn’t get outside much. He’s not old enough to have seen Gremlins. What do you MEAN you’ve never been inside a bouncy house before we are fixing that immediately.

They are like cousins to each other. They poke fun at each other for being lame and stupid and Dick has to tell them both to shut up. She doesn’t see him as a project to be molded and redeemed, he’s just a kid with a crappy childhood like her and if he’s nice to her for 5 seconds she’ll do something with him to let him feel like a kid. And he doesn’t look at her and see a liability or a failure or a lost cause, like everyone she’s ever interacted with does. When he’s awful to her, it’s because he’s an obnoxious preteen boy.

And then you get the “there’s room in our line of work for hope, too” scene. Because Damian has gotten to know Steph and he can’t fathom why she’s here. She obviously has had to deal with crap and is still working through being kept on a leash by Nightwing and Oracle, but she isn’t broken like the rest of them are. Damian is surrounded by people who were molded and shaped and torn down and broken to become the monoliths that they are, and then there’s this girl who seems so at peace with herself and is constantly making quips, and it’s so foreign to him.

And she tells him that she’s in his world because she believes people are worth fighting for.

[welcometogrouchland]

I miss them so bad (Dick and Damian)