#gothamites:.....bruce can you fight??

[enticeless]

okay but Brucie™  Wayne getting hitched to a hot test pilot from Coast City just fits the✨lore✨, no one is really shocked especially when they see Hal.

[accursedvoid]

Godzilla: the series crossover AU but Zilla originally attacked Gotham instead, cut to post-movie and well! Bruce Wayne has acquired yet another child! It’s Zilla jr.

[kieran-granola]

You know how there's a subset of martial arts Tiktok where people post short vids of them doing a quick routine/choreography?

People in Gotham post blurry clips of the Bats, and a few martial artists challenge each other to reproduce the moves. One vid goes viral and more people start to give it a try, including non martial artists, who just meme with the choreography/try to imitate some moves just in good fun (and whoa some dancers and gymnasts do surprisingly well)

It naturally gets back to the Wayne brood, except, of course, the real challenge for them is to fail in a believable way.

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Tim, on camera: "I was nearly good enough for the Olympics, surely I can do that...? Let's find out."

[cue footage of him falling down, cartoon-style, right as Damian was walking by and getting both of them drenched in Dami's smoothie]

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Jason sees the compilation someone made of Bruce's ridiculous attempts at reproducing the moves (Tim and Steph roped him into their shenanigans.)

Two days later, a video of Red Hood goes viral: it's him condescendingly explaining how to throw a punch and challenging Bruce Wayne to do it properly because "no Gothamite should be so shit at fighting"

Bruce is verklempt when he watches it, because some of it is word-for-word how he taught baby!Jay

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Tim gives Damian blurry, grainy footage of Black Bat to imitate. After that, Dami spends days hounding Cass for training because he nearly broke his nose tripping over his own feet.

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Dick flawlessly lands a flip in front of all the others with "ASSERTING DOMINANCE" written on screen before winking at the camera.

Right before the video cuts, Tim's voice can be heard saying, "Whatever, your ass is still flat compared to Nightw—"

[haveihitanerve]

Dad How Do I but with Bruce Wayne.

Bruce who teaches life advice- showing kids how to tie a tie, how to tie their shoes, braid their hair, teaching young adults to do taxes, to surf, the best lawyers to hire when in trouble, how to avoid scams, he educates the less fortunate on the best places to get free food, where to go in Wayne Enterprises for a hot shower and some toiletries, how to eat at formal functions so the higher elite have one less thing to criticize them on. He teaches people how to do card tricks and make your niece laugh by pulling out a quarter from behind her ear, teaches moms how to rock their baby to sleep properly, teaches teens to do front flips and cartwheels and calculus, educates them on how to write job applications and two weeks notice letters. He teaches people to sew, to cook(alfred helps) to assemble an IKEA shelf, how to work a lawn mower, and all sorts of different things. And when his son dies… Bruce uses his account to share his grief, his story, shares everything about Jason, what a delight he was, how awesome he was, how much he loved to read and school… and then one day, he gets Batman to join a video. And the hero is stiff and everyone can see the exhaustion, the anger and sadness in his joints, his movements, radiating off him. But he sits down heavily into the chair Bruce Wayne had previously vacated… and begins to speak. He tells the story of Robin, his young child sidekick, who just like Jason Wayne, was murdered by the Joker. He tells everyone how his little boy tried to save Jason Todd, and how they both perished in the aftermath. He tells people about his grief, his anger, and why Batman is suddenly harsher and hurts more. “Because I hurt more.” he confesses quietly, and the people finally get to meet the man behind the mask (figuratively) and truly get to see who their hero really is. The account’s popularity skyrockets, and soon Batman is a lot more common to be seen, teaching people how to defend themselves and handle the Batarangs he knows they collect after he fights. Nightwing shows up too sometimes, teaching more elegant flips and tricks and they demonstrate their workout together, and a few months later, Batman shyly introduces his new Robin, same messy black hair as the one before, but slightly smaller, and theres something… more behind those lenses in his mask. But the kid is soon a fan favorite, making sarcastic comments and countering Nightwings witty remarks, and the people get to see a new side of Batman, get to watch as he rolls his eyes at them, as he uses them to teach people how to disguise themselves, ways to use clothes to stem blood, tie tourniquets. 

Then Red Hood returns. And a kid in Crime Alley catches him cursing at his jacket because a button fell off and he cant get it back on. “Um! Mr. Red Hood sir?” the kid pipes anxiously. Red Hood turns to him, angry, but the kid doesn't back down and just goes “You should watch ‘Mr. Wayne How Do I: Sewing’ it'll help.” and then he scampers off. And Jason is pissed and even more angry because of course while he was dead Bruce decides to become a father to everyone in Gotham. But he watches the video. And it helps. And… well, its one of the older videos. And Jason finds another old video. The one about… the one about his death. It shouldn't make his anger lessen, shouldn't make him cry, shouldn't bring him to Bruce’s doorstep where he reveals himself and they hug and cry and catch up and cry some more… but it does. 

Gothamites are a little surprised when their local Crime Lord appears on the channel, standing right next to Batman. Surprised, but pleased. Because Batman looks happy in a way he hasn't in a long time and well… Red Hood watched out for them too. And now their two protectors are working together.

[inkpotsprite]

I came up with this AU a while back - probably a few months after I stumbled into this fandom - and it's been bouncing around in my head for a while. (Excuse the scatterbrained nature of this post, I'm just writing my thoughts as they come)

Tim Drake meets Peter Pan (OUAT edition)

I mean, he's the perfect candidate for a lost boy. Neglected, lonely and will probably become scarily loyal to the first person who offers him a way out of that. Not to mention, he's smart, has loose morals (I mean, he did stalk and blackmail Batman) and can be a little ruthless at times, he'd be Peter's right hand man in no time.

So, he lives as a lost boy for a while, but finds Peter's ways of doing things too dark or cruel and, being the baby genius he is, escaped from Neverland, back to Gotham.

But also, we could combine this concept with the Tim joins the family early trope. Like, he goes to Neverland a couple of times, but also starts connecting with the Waynes, so that could be part of the reason he's able to let go of that loyalty to Peter, because he's got something better waiting for him. He never tells the Wayne's about his time in Neverland, worrying that they'll see him differently due to the morally grey things he did there as Peter's right hand man. Tim deals with quite a bit of imposter syndrome and insecurity, but ultimately, he's more happy than not.

Then, a few years later, Damian comes in and is all, well, Damian about things which makes things take a bad turn for Tim. The family is bad at balance/communication and Tim "Abandonment Issues" Drake is a very unreliable narrator at times, so it's angst galore. Then Peter turns up again.

Tim goes with him to Neverland, this time with the intention of staying forever.

Or, we could go another route and look into Damian, a kid whose whole life had been uprooted as he's sent to live with a father he's never met and with a family with vastly different dynamics to what he's used to. He's not neglected, but he's certainly lonely. Especially when being held up to expectations and moral standards that he finds impossible to comprehend after being raised by Talia and Ra's.

So Peter comes back, but he takes Damian instead, as a way to lure Tim back to Neverland. And, even if he doesn't like Damian much right now, of course Tim will go after him because that's his little brother and no way in hell is he letting Peter take him.

We could even sprinkle in a little backstory about Peter knowing Bruce from when Bruce was a kid, after his parents died. Now, two of Bruce's sons are missing and he has to find a way to Neverland.

That's where Jason comes in. Jason Todd, the ultimate lost boy who never was. Not for lack of trying. Peter's shadow swooped down to get him when he was living on the streets, but Jay isn't some naive kid, he's a Gothamite, a Crime Alley kid and he knows that if someone - even that someone is a creepy shadow person - grabs you and tries to get you to a secondary location, you fucking fight it with all you have. So, Jason never makes it to Neverland. Instead, he fights so hard that the shadow drops him, right onto Captain Hook - Killian Jones' - ship. They bond, Killian teaches Jason the ropes, but Jason ultimately decides to go back to Gotham for whatever reason (maybe Killian messes up or Jason's trust issues get the better of him) and he leaves.

We could also play around with parallels between Bruce and Peter. Both taking in lost, lonely kids that no one else wants, having them fight battles, Peter could even hit Bruce with that 'at least my boys will never die' as if forcing them to live forever in eternal stagnation is so much better.

While in Neverland together, Tim and Damian start to bond over their feelings of never truly belonging anywhere. That they'll be forever defined by what they did over who they are. As they grow closer, Tim reassures Damian that he will always belong with him, to give him the chance to prove it.

Meanwhile, Bruce, Dick and Jason are on their way to Neverland. And Peter is ready to start playing the game.

... And that's all I've got so far.

[deadsetobsessions]

Bestie sent me a tiktok by @craycrayglitterbug. Thanks for driving all this way to visit me~

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It was the beginning of Gotham’s Summer seasonal aggression week, which was the city’s own version of seasonal depression limited to one week where instead of getting depressed, Gothamites got pissed off.

They had one for each season. Spring’s seasonal aggression week coincided with the first release of pollen from the surrounding plants, aggravated by Ivy’s proclivity towards increasing plant growth in her forest. Since most people weren’t actually pissed off enough to bring smoke to a Rogue (Ivy got strongly worded mail though), they took it out on each other. The Bats broke off more street brawls and knife fights during this season, all the while handing out tissues and anti-allergy medicine to red-nosed, puffy eyed people.

Fall… well, that week was Halloween. Enough said. Scarecrow, committed to his bit, was the most active this season. In the same vein, Spoiler and Red Robin were on the scene more often than not during this season. Gas masks and a bat were popular accessories during this season.

Winter meant Penguin and Mr. Freeze became more active, having a natural advantage in Winter. Like Pokémon, but instead of being cute, they’re busy being menaces to society and Gotham’s already fraying threads of sanity.

The Joker is terrible all year round. Fish fear him, insurance policies want him, and Red Hood tries to go for his throat every time he makes an appearance. Such were the unchangeable facts of Gotham’s hellish landscape.

Summer, though. Summer was the worst of the four seasons for seasonal aggression. The other three could generally be avoided with a modicum of luck, but Summer’s heat was unavoidable. Normally, stone architecture such as those that Gotham sported would aid in the ventilation of the city. It was not so for the normally clouded over metropolis. Instead, the curse that Gotham was built upon had adapted to modernity. Now, for exactly one week, the city had sweltering heat at night and day, inside or outside. The pavement could cook eggs, and the marble inside banks sometimes were so hot that people had to flood it with water to avoid burning their fingertips. Some of the buildings had cutting edge AC, thank you Wayne Enterprises, that the curse had yet to adapt to. They were popular spots and silently agreed upon to be protected from the usual shenanigans and robberies.

At night, the heat cools enough to be a natural irritant instead of miserably bringing people to heat exhaustion.

This is where we find two of the more active members of the vigilante scenes during this season:

The Red Hood, and the Batman.

To be fair, Batman is active all season, but summer called for more reinforcements than normal.

Red Hood made sure his Alley had access to clean water, shade, and handed out relief to the less fortunate inhabitants. He also cracked down on the fools that tried his rules, not killing them because the Seasonal Aggression led to seasonal stupidity more often than not and he couldn’t exactly blame criminals for doing crime. He can, however, blame them for breaking his rules while doing said crimes.

Batman covered the city, helping irritated children find their way back to equally irritated but worried mothers walking him at night, taking down rogues, and disarming the numerous pipe bombs people built out of aggravation.

Though the vigilantes had thermoregulated suits, they were not immune to seasonal aggression.

“What the fuck, old man?!” Jason shouted through his helmet as Bruce took down the goon Jason was gunning for.

“Hm,” Bruce grunted back, ducking low to kick another goon in the chest.

Jason shot the last one in the foot and slammed his fist into their face as they dropped in pain.

“What the hell are you doing in my territory?!”

Bruce, unable to say he missed Jason and unwilling to get shot should he even hint at telling his son that he swung by to check on him, simply grunted.

“Oh, well fuck you too, you overgrown rat!” Jason scowled, holstering his guns. He knew how riled up he could get on a regular patrol. A patrol on hell week stood no chance of ever ending peacefully. He’d better stow away his guns so Bruce doesn’t walk home with a couple of noticeable dents in his Kevlar. Alfred would be upset if that happened. “You want to start shit? Fuck you, I’ll start shit first!”

Batman opened his mouth- whether to reprimand him or deny the accusations, the world will never know- but Jason cut him off.

“Okay, your suit? Whack. Your parenting skills? Whack,” Jason quickly spat out, the built in voice changer changing it to sound even more growly. “Your taste in literature? Abysmal. Don’t even get me started on your hypocrisy!”

“Hood-”

“You know what? I will get started on your hypocrisy! The Joker straight up murdered one of your kids! I was your kid! You said- you said that you loved me!”

Jason, who had thought he had moved past this despite not putting in the work to do so and refused to work through his emotions in anyway that wasn’t murdering someone or crying on Jane Austen novels, had in fact not moved past this. Unsurprisingly, Bruce wasn’t the best model for self care and healthy coping mechanisms. And despite Jason’s vehement objections to being compared to Bruce in anyway, being like Bruce in anyway, the fact of the matter is that eventually, all of Bruce’s kids will inevitably have a facet of themselves turn out like him.

“I do!” Bruce objected, the heat getting to his head and making it easier to actually express any form of emotion that was not mildly related to Justice.

A goon groaned, but Jason knocked him out again with a swift blow to the head before turning and pointing an accusing finger at Batman.

“If you loved me, why didn’t you kill the Joker?!” Jason screamed, punting the unconscious body of a goon against the HVAC. He took off his helmet and hurled it at Batman. Jason jabbed a thumb at his masked face, pointing out the myriad of raised scars on his face. “Look at me! I’m- I have scars! And they never stop hurting! I had to fucking dig myself out of my grave because he killed me and I was unfortunate enough to be dragged back!”

“Jaylad-”

Jason snarled, stalking closer and shoving Bruce back. Bruce allowed it, his head pounding with the heat.

“You couldn’t save me, fine! But fuck, you let Gotham pay the price for letting him live! This is the third Joker group we’ve downed this week! People died, B! Good, innocent people and scumbags! You could have killed him! You could have stopped him! All of this,” Jason gestured angrily at the downed goons and the blood splattered on top of the roof, jaw clenched and eyes more fiery than the summer day Gotham had been subjected you. “Just because of your no-kill rule!”

Bruce drew his shoulders back like he was about o admit something shameful. “That’s not why I didn’t kill the Joker. I tried to kill him, but Superman stopped me.”

Jason’s next shout died in his throat, the anti-hero looking floored as he stared at his father figure, frozen in place with his mouth agape. Bruce continued, now that he could speak, the words rushing out of him like a dam that could not be stopped from breaking. “What?” Jason breathed out. Bruce barreled on.

“I know. I know I’m a hypocrite. But if I tried to kill him, I wouldn’t stop at just him.”

“No, wait, Superman what?”

“He stopped me.”

Three beats of silence.

“Then, why… why didn’t you try again?” Jason asked, voice strangled and thrown helmet all but forgotten in this new piece of information.

“Because… it was an attempt to kill myself too. After that, I didn’t have the will to do anything but to cling onto the Mission,” Bruce said, voice softening to that which he used for children because despite everything, Jason’s was still his son. “And… I didn’t think I deserved to take the easy way out, not when you had the opportunity to live taken away from you like that.”

Jason swallowed. “Why the fuck couldn’t you have told me this earlier?”

“You were angry at me. I deserved it.”

“Fuck you and your stupid martyr bullshit,” Jason rebuked. He went to collect his helmet. Jason paused when he passed Bruce, a split second of understanding running between them that wasn’t there before. Jason picked up his helmet roughly as Batman stood stock still- akin to someone standing still when their cat purrs on them, afraid to move and provoke an unfavorable connection- and huffed.

“I’m gonna beat up the Boy Scout.”

“No.” Bruce paused. “I can’t condone that… but I can tell you that there might be security lapse in the kryptonite safe tonight.”

“I still don’t like you.”

“But you know you’re my son… right?”

“I’ll think about it,” Jason muttered. He pulled out his gun and shoots a guy in the foot. The unconscious goon twitches.

“Hood!” Bruce’s tone changed to scolding.

“There we go. And we’re back.”

“That’s great,” Oracle said in their ears. “Next time, remember to shut off your comms.”

Jason’s face burned. “Oh fuck.”

“Little wing… I didn’t know you felt that way.” Dick said, voice watery as he audibly beat thugs over the head with his baton.

“Hey, Harley’s scheduled to break out of Arkham like tomorrow if you wanted to beat up Superman with her.”

“Sure, Red. Now fuck off!”

Jason shut off his comms, zipped down to the street and stomped angrily to his motorcycle.

Batman turned to gather up the goons, pettily deciding not to warn Superman. Hey, hell week affected him too.

[qcomicsy]

Convos between civilians and vigilantes that I bet that happened Part ll

Gothamite: Honey why don't you come here so I can blow your mind?

Nightwing: You're very kind lady but I have to decline, I mean you're really pretty and nothing against your job but I don't usually pay for these stuff

Gothamite: For you baby I do it for free~

Nightwing:

Batman: Nightwing.

Nightwing: Alright, alright jesus.

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Gothamite, squinting: Wasn't you who broke that tug arm that one time?

Robin (Tim), enjoying Damian is out town: It was my evil twin (lying)

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Gothamite, who's also a stripper: You look like a guy who used to work here

Nightwing:

Red Hood (looking at him):

Red Hood: Nightwing–

Nightwing: So about the bodies found on Upper West Side–

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Henchmen: Yo Bruce–

Henchmen: Bruce Wayne?

Henchmen: Man– he's hot!

Henchmen: Naah

Henchmen: C'mon you telling me you would't ride him until–

Henchmen: Naaaaah

Henchmen: It becomes a core memory.

Red Robin (on the top of the warehouse): I wonder if this fall will kill me.

Spoiler: I'll be right after you.

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Robin (Damian): Don't be stupid that route will take forever

Red Robin: Not if we go around Fashion District.

Robin: Yeah, dumbass and it's a turn. We should go through Fashion District.

Red Robin: I'm sorry do you really want to throw Penguin's territory Right Now?

Robin: I always knew you were a fucking coward– Yes, obviously.

Gothamite: Not to interrupt or anything, but I'm still pretty much tied up right now.

Robin and Red Robin at the same time: Shut up

Gothamite: Okay–

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Batman: Robin call the ambulance.

Gothamite: Please no I really don't have any money.

Batman:

Gothamite bleeding out on the Batmobile in his way to the Wayne Clinic: What does this button do.

Batman: You touch, you go walking.

Gothamite: Alright.

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Gothamite: Ask the gay one–

Red Robin: The fuck you just said to me?

Gothamite:

Gothamite: I was talking about Nightwing

Red Robin:

Nightwing:

Nightwing really trying not to laugh: I don't even have the words for this one hold on.

The other gothamite immediately turning to Red Robin: You're GAY???

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Nightwing doing his acrobatics on stores rooftop's:

Drag Queens from Bludhaven: Heeeeere he comes, *starts snapping their fingers in rhythm* work, work, work

Nightwing *goes along with it*:

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The same Drag Queen later: Ever tried to add vogue to your crime fighting?

Dick, seriously considering:

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Dick after implementing vogue in his crime fighting having the time of his life:

Red Robin: This is getting ridiculous I will have to kill you

Gothamite: Oh my god he's homophobic-

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Gothamite: Do you think that Wayne kid is on Grindr?

Gothamite: Doesn't he have like a boyfriend?

Gothamite: Like that ever stopped you–

Gothamite: Stoooop~~

Red Robin unfortunately in a stake out:

Spoiler: Well are you?

Red Robin: Shut up

Spoiler: I mean it wouldn't be the first time you–

[arcasisautistic]

I see all of these spider-man/batman crossovers and like...

Just... just hear me out.

Like, what if bruce sees peter out fighting crime n all that jazz and goes 'yup mine now' and keeps trying to adopt him, but Peter's like completely avoiding him bc all his father figures always die

And now they're just... stuck. In this cycle of bruce chasing after peter across rooftops with adoption papers in one hand and a snack bar in the other because 'he has an enhanced metabolism Dick! All that running needs nutrients!'

Imagine being a random gothamite and you see two vigilantes sprinting full pelt down the road, one yelling about 'please stop trying to adopt me'

Even better, imagine bruce's _kids_

Dick: B, come on, the kid obviously just doesn't want to be adopted. Maybe he has parents

Bruce: :(

Jason, causing shit again bc its funny: nah he's def an orphan. He told me when we went for chili dogs the other day

B: :((((((((

Dick: well then maybe it's something else. I mean, you can be kind of intimidating...

B: is he scared of me? Should I change the batsuit? Is that it?

(Cue bruce wearing various different bat-themed outfits to get peter to talk to him. Steph holds the photos she has of him wearing a fluffy bat onesie as blackmail. He still stands by that one - it had attached wings and everything)

[quotidian-oblivion]

I've been thinking about Jason's memorial case in the Batcave recently and came up with a few thoughts.

Obviously, there are a few things wrong with it, mainly the title of a "Good Soldier" being attached to a child. And I've been thinking aboit that mostly.

There's no questions of how intensely focused and obsessed Batman is over the war against crime in Gotham, we see him quoting it multiple times in the comics and even the movies, animated and live-action. And so he thinks everyone in the war is a soldier, including Robins. I hate that and loathe it.

Not because I'm a Batman apologist, I'm not. It's because I like to see and believe in the better parts of Batman. The reason why he doesn't kill in the first place--because it comes from a place of compassion and a place of strong belief set by an 8-year-old boy who grew up too fast. Because he believes anyone can be redeemable because ultimately everyone is human, as proven in the older Batman comics and Batman TAS when he helps Harvey, Harley, Baby Doll, etc.

And the biggest reason of all--because Batman, whether anyone likes it or not, represents a strong symbol in Gotham. A burning torch in murky darkness. A hope--one shrouded by shadows--but a hope nonetheless. It's in the psychology of Gothamites, it needs a Batman because of that symbol which is lethal to criminals and a relief to citizens. I'm heavily referencing The Dark Knight Returns I and II (animated movies) here. Watch it if you haven't yet, you'll see what I mean. This is why he can't kill the Joker. It will be completely tainting that hope and we can see its effects in The Dark Knight Returns II.

In any case, Tim was right about Batman needing a Robin. Because in the end, Batman is just that--a man. And Robin is a child.

Lego Batman is really good for this reason. The concept of found family in that movie is just amazing. I love how Bruce fears having a family again after he lost his old one.

Batman needs a Robin because Batman was originally born out of a vengeance scheme of an 8-year-old newly orphaned boy who lost everyone. Trauma lasts. Batman needs a Robin because Robin is a family. And that little boy who lost his parents needs it. And so does Robin.

I love in Young Jusitce when Batman says "So that he doesn't" in response to Wonder Woman asking him if he pulled Robin into this life "So that he turns out like you?". Because Dick was also a little boy bent on revenge. Bruce gave that to him in the only way he knew how, but a better version because he himself has matured and understands how dark he has gotten. He doesn't want that for Dick, or Jason, or Tim, or Damian, or Cass--or any of his kids. He gave them early on what he didn't have--a family. And he received a family back. And having that family keeps Batman from tipping oved the edge into insanity. Because revenge is a poison, even if it's an 8-year-old boy imagining it.

But that still doesn't change that he sees it as a war. And he sees Robin and himself as soldiers.

So I came to a conclusion.

He doesn't.

Bruce doesn't.

Batman does.

Here's how I'm piecing it out:

"A Good Soldier" carved on the memorial case because only soldiers can fight so openly and outwardly. Even if they're dubbed as vigilantes, they are soldiers. And I think Bruce thinks it this way.

So when he sees a Robin or a Batkid out there, kicking rapists in the face and whatnot, he sees how someone so young can bear so much weight. He sees how a child can hold so much bravery--like the soldiers in the frontlines--doing this because of the morals they believe in. He sees how Robin is a good fighter, a good helper, a brave one, a confident person, a soft hero.

He sees how Robin is all that and he thinks "A good soldier." Because Robin is one. With the thing they're doing, he is one.

But yes, it's wrong. Children cannot and should not be soldiers. But a) this is the worst type of fiction, comic fiction 😂 and b) Batman is fucked up himself and considering he started training to be Batman from a young age too, he himself was a child soldier.

In the world of DC comics, the people there need someone like Batman while the people in the Earth we live in need someone like Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, Malala Yousufzai, etc.

So yeah, Robin is a good soldier--a great soldier, because he holds the bravery, determination and strength of a soldier. It could mean a literal thing, but it could also mean a metaphorical thing. Bruce could have engraved those words to Jason's memorial case because the only thing he can think of to sum up how Jason was as a Robin was a soldier. Because soldiers are brave, and Jason was the bravest.

And I think comic writers after that took the whole "war against crime" psyche of Batman too literally and too much creating the abusive ass prick in some of the continuities.

But you can't tell me that Bruce--not Batman--Bruce has a case of his own for Jason. Maybe a physical one, maybe an imaginitive one. A case which holds Jason's annotated copy of Pride and Prejudice, his first aced test paper, and his favorite hoodie, all kept tidily in the case with the words "a good son, be well loved, Jay lad" written under it. A case which he holds private because it was his son who he lost. Jason.

A little boy who survived so much until he couldn't. A little boy who he tried to protect until he couldn't. His son. Jason.

[distort-opia]

What kind of non lethal crimes do you think Joker would pivot to in a relationship with Bruce? I'm thinking about your REMS characterization. Also thinking about a line from Joker in the last chapter, about not throwing his career down the shitter and killing to defend himself. What would a career look like for him being with Bruce? Surely he would still be incredibly silly about them, with varying levels of violence that *just* teeters the edge. Love your work!

Glad you like my work, thank you! Hmm, what I had in mind when writing that in REMS (or for a sequel) was Joker's penchant for... well, breaking people and exposing hypocrisy, but minus the murder. With his love of drama and performance sprinkled on top, of course; as you say, he'd never stop being silly.

He usually kills indiscriminately, yes, because he considers himself as just playing into the cruel meaninglessness of the world. But the reason why Joker fixated on Batman, and why his M.O. includes using a gas that basically forces people to see the world like he does right before they die, is Joker's need to prove a point. He wants people to admit that there's no order to life and that tragedy can strike at any time; he wants Gotham to realize how arbitrary rules are, and Batman happens to be the perfect embodiment of that.

So I think that a Joker who won't murder anymore would basically create situations in which people's darkest sides are exposed, to various degrees of seriousness and violence. And not only that-- he would do things that would expose the ridiculousness and heinousness of the world people live in. Capitalism and its self-cannibalizing focus on profit, the skewed interests of the government, the suffering of the poor... Joker's already done this sort of thing, it's not much of a stretch. For example, seeing how many people we're being hurt as a result of superhero fights, one time Joker promised to pay the medical bills of each Gothamite that posted a video on the DC equivalent of Facebook... but only if they shouted the word "Balyushka" and then did something ridiculous to make him laugh:

Batman: Gotham Nights #6 ("Balyushka!")

And he keeps his word! But of course, this creates utter chaos, because people are doing fucking crazy shit to get that money. And the thing is, he doesn't do this just for funsies. He has a point, and Bruce can't help but admit it:

Batman: Gotham Nights #6 ("Balyushka!")

Joker exposed the problems that Batman could not tackle with fists, and then Bruce listened. He actually used his money and influence to help.

Ironically, again, it's not the first time Joker did something that made Bruce go "Hmm, maybe I should look into the systemic corruption":

Batman: Gotham Nights #4 ("The Dragnet")

I won't go into too much detail, but Joker paid Harleen Quinzell's tuition without much prompting, he went and helped (in his own way) a child who wrote to him and was clearly being abused... it's about the cases he can empathize with. And they're all connected to his own life-ruining trauma. Red Hood fell into the vat most of all because of poverty. Because he had no choice except to turn to crime-- otherwise him and his family would not have had food to put on the table. So of course he hates the society he lives in, one that had no safety nets or mercy for people like him who were drowning.

This is a very long-winded way to say that I imagine a non-lethal Joker being a mix of this and... stupid ass pranks on a massive scale, because let's be honest, he wouldn't give them up. He just wouldn't kill people at the end (because it'd make his boyfriend sad).

fanfic writer ask game - director's commentary

[saremina]

headcanon that everyone in Gotham just accepts that Joker is sorta attractive. you might not think he's good looking, but you do admit he's attractive.

Bruce Wayne causes a mild and entirely good-natured social media incident by saying he doesn't agree with this. no one outside Gotham understands that no one in Gotham is actually taking this seriously and question why this would ever be an issue and think people are weird for thinking Joker is attractive in the first place.

the incident stops being harmless fun and balloons to Gothamites fighting the internet over Joker being attractive. Bruce has backtracked his initial statement days ago but no one cares anymore.

Joker's henchmen post their best pictures of Joker to defend their boss.

Joker is having the time of his life and to add fuel to the fire, he starts a rumor that the reason Bruce made his initial statement is because Joker turned him down and his ego was hurt. Bruce can't do anything about it except call Joker to threaten a breakup they both know won't happen.

a poll to decide the best looking criminal in the world is started. at that point all of Gotham is personally invested in the situation and they will see their worst disaster clown win.

Clark Kent ends up writing a hit piece on the whole thing. Lois sends a framed copy of it to Bruce. Alfred hangs it on a wall before Bruce can hide it from him.

[thelibrarian1895]

The Wayne Family *snap snap*

In the DC world before Martha and Thomas Wayne were killed in an alley, they were incredibly in love. They were also very Gotham.

Rather than the Addams family existing in the dc universe as actual people, Martha and Thomas Wayne were the inspirations for the Addams Family in the dc world. The cartoonist who created the Addams family cartoon strip in the dc world went to a Gotham gala and saw Martha and Thomas, saw Thomas being an absolute simp for his beloved wife. He then witnessed a sword fight that broke out during the gala because Gotham. No one in Gotham bats an eye at a sword fight no matter the time period. No one in Gotham bats an eye at anything because even before the Bat came about, Gotham was still Gotham and people roll with the weird in Gotham. Sword fights were normal. Sword fights are still normal. Different types of sword fighting are electives you can take instead of gym in some Gotham high schools. The cartoonist got out of Gotham by the skin of his teeth and vowed never to return. Tiny Bruce was happier when he was little but he was still a Gothamite and absolutely inspired tiny Wednesday Addams who, by Gotham standards, is quite a pleasant and normal little girl.

Grown up Bruce deliberately avoids Addams family related media. His kids are all amused by the show if/when they see any of it because the Addams really are quite tame by Gotham standard.

[frownyalfred]

HAVING IT BE DUKE!!!!! I AM SCREAMING

Bruce who's let himself be beaten down. Who's tamed back his own rage, his own feelings to keep the people he loves safe and finds himself face to face with someone who's seen the horrors he has and still wants to do good. Who thinks this is his best shot? And sure it starts out with the training because he can't let these kids die out there. Because there's a noose around his throat and a gilded cage with bars so thin that everyone around him can convince themselves they aren't there at all. But Bruce knows, Kal and Diana know. And they make sure that he's aware.

And then he sees this kid with powers he doesn't understand with a tragedy in his background who wants to do good and he can't let this pass him by.

Also him subtly telling them this is how you beat someone stronger than you, this is how you stand up against everything you think you know. This is how you look at the world and recognize when something is broken.

The moment when he has to tell them that even with training there will be a fight you can't win, this is how you tell, this is how you recognize it, this is how you determine the best choice.

This is how you run.

Knowing he never made it out, Kal's threats are still hanging over his head, tightening slowly around his throat. He's still walking a tightrope, might always be walking this tightrope. But the longer he walks the more the desperation threatens his balance. He knows he can't keep this up forever. It's just a matter of when he breaks, and how.

so this story ends with Bruce blowing the Watchtower out of the sky after helping Duke escape, right? he can't ever leave, and he's not dumb enough to keep trying. but killing himself, taking out the beating heart of the League once-past, that he can do. putting his hope in Duke's hand, knowing there's a strange sort of kinship between them, Gothamite to Gothamite. Duke diving out into the shadows of the world, hunting down Bruce's kids one by one and helping to free them from where Kal and Diana have sent them. and the Batkids slowly realizing that Kal's leverage is gone, but Bruce's legacy persists. it persists in all the kids that he trained, but this one especially!

[brucewaynehater101]

Gothamites (mostly the older generation) definitely know or at least think that Bruce Wayne is batman.

Like that guys saw his parents die Infront of him, became extremely traumatized and left Gotham for a bit, came back and became an idiot when they knew him as the smart traumatized boy who deeply care about the people around him.

And when he did came back appearances of "the batman" (yes gothamites used to call him the batman when he first appeared it's my little headcanon) and with the newly named "Brucie" going around rumors start to spread.

And when Batman started becoming more and more common gothamites definitely figured it out. Especially when Bruce got little Richard Grayson from the circus and a few months later robin was flying around with batman, and then Jason came along after Nightwing was born and a new robin was flying.

And when Jason supposedly "die" (it wasn't confirmed or deny he just disappeared like that and "Brucie won't tell anyone) and batman became more ruthless with criminals that's when gothamites knew something was up. And they out two and two together and got the idea that batman is Bruce Wayne.

And Bruce Wayne is a billionaire so of course he can get the money for all the tools he use for batman, why didn't they saw it sooner.

So now they decided to play along because Bruce Wayne is still Gotham's little guy.

And when people from other places say that Bruce is batman they will deny it with all their being because "why would Bruce Wayne be batman, that guy fell down the stairs and into the fountain last gala" " Bruce Wayne as batman? You have got to be joking he once got stuck in his office because he forgot it was a sliding door and not a push or pull door"

(sorry if this is bad I don't know much English)

(No need to apologize at all ^^)

Oh? An AU where all of Gotham knows that Bruce is Batman but, for some reason or another, will insistently deny otherwise?

Hmm.... The evidence of Bruce = Batman is stacked against him, but his Brucie Wayne shenanigans do balance it out a bit (idk about you, but if I saw someone shamelessly flirt with everyone and then knock over a chocolate fountain, I would be dissuaded).

I do like the idea that young Bruce (up until he disappeared) emulated the personality of Batman. Perhaps Bruce became colder or whatnot on his travels, but the drama? The glaring, getting into fights, loner vibes, not schmoozing? [not sure what teenage Bruce is canonically like, but I want to imagine he's nothing like Brucie]

Just the whiplash the Gotham socialites must feel at grumpy, teenager Bruce to overly affectionate adult Brucie? Kind of hilarious

While there are some plot holes, it's a great crack AU idea (it almost feels like Gotham is humoring him)

[haveihitanerve]

Bruce makes his decision the day he fires Stephanie from being Robin. He can’t stand the pain in her eyes, and the anger in his voice. So he stops. His children don’t need him, Steph alone proves that, she bounces back with renewed vigor after he kicks her from being Robin, and spoiler becomes a quick favorite. They ask for comments that Batman doesn’t give, and he patrols alone. Stephanie doesn’t need him, his kids don’t need him, and he won’t insult them as individuals or their pride by claiming otherwise. But Gotham needs Batman. Bruce Wayne dies, publicly and horribly, donating half of his money to people in need and the other half going to his children. Even Stephanie and Duke and Babs and those that never once called him dad. They were still his. Were. Dick is livid when he finds out, storming into the cave in a whirlwind of curses and tears, demanding answers Bruce doesn’t give and trying so hard to instigate a response. He screams and yells and argues and ‘why?!?’ Is at the top of the list but Bruce doesn’t answer, doesn’t fight back. Dicks voice is hoarse, his fists bloody, Bruce’s bruised body his canvas, but still Bruce doesn’t answer him, doesn’t speak, just turns away, unwilling to see the hurt in his son's eyes. “I thought you had died.” Dick finally rasped hoarsely. “I thought you died for real and I didn’t know and no one told me and I thought you were gone.” The words break something inside Bruce, and he’s almost 100% certain it’s his heart but it solidifies his resolve and he doesn’t speak. Dick leaves, finally, and then Jason takes his place. Then Tim. Then Babs. Then Damian. Then Cass. Bruce doesn’t answer any of them, merely offering the new CEO of Wayne Enterprise a small smile and hugging his youngest to his chest, though the boy tries to fight it.

“I’m sorry.” He rasps, when they’ve all gathered, waiting, watching him. They stare at him in surprise, and Bruce cannot blame them, but he doesn’t continue. They know, even if they don’t want to say it. They know they would be better off without him, better without him in their lives. They don’t need him. His greatest successes and his biggest sins. But Gotham needs the Batman. And the cowl will die with him. He hands Tim the keys to the bat cave and packs up his suits and the tools he needs and disappears, although he’s under no illusions that they don’t all know where he is. He takes residence in a small safe house at the edge of Gotham, far from anyone’s patrol routes, and creates a new routine, patrolling at odd hours, straying to the edges, adopting their techniques over his own. He still doesn’t speak, but he smiles, adds splashes of color to his suit, and makes himself appear smaller, less threatening. The Batman myth should be enough to protect his children, and even so, they can take care of themselves. Of each other. He becomes kinder, mimics dicks easy smiles and Jason’s gentle hands. Starts copying Tim’s funky dances and cass’s snaky movements, things that always seemed to put people at ease. He doesn’t speak, but he laughs, and makes funny noises, and Gothamites stop fearing him as much. -Not that they ever really did. But he doesn’t know that.- He ruffles kids' hair and walks teenagers home and stays away from his kids. Not that he has any right to call them that, really, because he’s been an unsuitable father to all of them, but he’s selfish, and in the company of his own mind keeps them. An anonymous tip leads him to Bludhaven and he stumbles apon Nightwing. The hero almost trips when he sees him and Bruce flees, leaving the evidence and information on a roof for his son to find. It’s not his case, bludhaven isn’t his place, he has no right to invade dicks place with his own case. He smiles in pride when he reads about Nightwings success, even though he has no right to be proud of the man, since the man became who he is through his own doing, and not because of Bruce. It doesn’t stop him from being proud though. He hears their voices in his head, Jason’s judgment, dicks happy laughter, Tim’s analysis. He almost bolts when a child he’s helping makes a pun. It’s cowardly, he knows, but when a girl trips and falls in a rough neighborhood he drops a hint to oracle and flees, because that flash of blond hair on her head is too much.

Selina finds him in the third month and forces a real meal down his throat. She doesn’t speak, just watches him eat, cradling her own cup of tea, silence deafening. “Why?” She asks finally, and her voice almost breaks. Bruce doesn’t have an answer for her. She leaves, like the others, but returns again, with more food. Her silence is like a brand, but she doesn’t speak either, and demands no more answers from him. He is grateful. And when she drops a stray cat off one time, well, he expected as much. He names the cat Robin, silently, in his mind, and Selina doesn’t give it a name, calling it Kitty or Kitten but letting him keep the name he chose to himself. She demands nothing from him, and Bruce is grateful. It’s a year later when… when he breaks.

“Hey B.'' Bruce stares. He doesn’t blink, doesn't even so much as dare breathe because he knows if he does she’ll fade away, the way she always dies. Stephanie Brown has haunted him from the moment Bruce Wayne had died, watching his every move, critiquing every step he took as Batman and not Bruce. Bruce doesn’t answer, less because he had sworn off speaking and more because he doesn’t know what to say. Stephanie fidgets, a move he’s seen her do countless times, her blond hair tied back half hazardly with a black hair tie. She’s wearing her classic, favorite purple sweater and some tight black jeans, but her boots are the ones Bruce gifted her. Hard, steel toed, and able to combat almost everything. “I uh. I saw the news.” Bruce doesn’t speak. She takes a cautious step forward, hands resting on one of the kitchen chairs, an occupation for her hands so she stops fidgeting, doesn’t show her nerves or tells. Bruce had taught her that.

He doesn’t question how she knows where he lives, or how she got in. She’s far too brilliant for him to even come close with a guess. “So uh, billionaire Bruce Wayne is dead huh?” Her lips twist in a wry grin. Bruce just watches her. She sighs, sliding into the seat, and gestures for him to do the same. Bruce does not, moving around the kitchen to make tea instead, always keeping an eye on her, afraid if he looks away she’ll be gone. But she doesn’t move, watching him with all too knowing eyes, and accepts the mug he sets in front of her with a polite ‘thank you’. Bruce moves away quickly after he sets it down and finally sits across from her, cradling his own cup. Steph holds the mug in both hands but doesn’t drink, staring at the dark brown liquid inside.

“Why did you do it?” She asks finally, raising her head to look at him. He knows the others have told her things, so she doesn’t seem to really be expecting an answer. “Because I bring pain to all those around me.” Bruce rasps, voice hoarse from disuse. Steph blinks in surprise. “And because you would all be much better off without me.” He sips his tea finally, stopping himself from spilling everything to her. Not that he didn’t already. It is, truly, the root of his reasons.

Steph stares at him for a few moments, then roars with laughter. “Better off without you?” She echoes in disbelief, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. “Excuse me??? Have you seen any one of your kids lately?” Bruce blinks. He has not, of course, his goal is to avoid them entirely and then die alone, as he deserves. Steph shakes her head. “They need you Bruce.” Bruce finds that hard to believe, doubts it with every breath he takes even though it hurts to know he is so useless to the brilliant children in his life, but Steph sees the doubt and scoffs, hard and disbelieving and insulting. “Seriously?” Something in her voice softens, a sympathy Bruce is not sure he deserves, and she pulls out her phone, expanding a screen to show him clips of videos. Bruce’s throat gets very tight. They’re videos of his kids, Jason, and Tim and dick and cass, and all of them helping, being the good people he knows they are, but there’s a light missing from dicks eyes, and red hood doesn’t seem to mean his punches, and all of them seem to run slower, looking over their shoulders for someone who isn’t there.

Bruce feels hope glowing in his chest but he squashes it, turning to Steph with a shrug. “They love me. It’s a flaw I’ve never discouraged as much as I should have. It’s likely they need a bit to adapt.” Steph looks at him and her jaw actually drops. “Excuse me?” She hisses, and for the first time since she appeared in his kitchen he can see some of that fire in her eyes that made him make her Robin, and then fire her. “Are you calling our love for you a flaw?!?!?” Her voice is dangerous and Bruce knows nodding is the wrong answer but… but… “I ruin everything Stephanie.” He rasps. Steph shrugs. “You’re human. Well, we think you are. Bruce,” her voice is gentler, and some of the fire dies down, but not fully. “You are not perfect. We do not expect you to be. And sometimes, yeah, we want to strangle you. But that doesn’t mean we don’t want you in our lives. Are you overprotective? Yeah. Do you butt into stuff we don’t want you in? All the time. But there’s ways for you to adapt without- without-“ her arms flail wildly. “Without just leaving us!” Her voice breaks and Bruce is moving before he thinks, grabbing her in a hug. “I’m sorry Stephanie. I’m so sorry. For everything.” He whispers, holding her close. Steph doesn’t fight, just collapses against him, tears staining his suit. “Come back.” She pleads. “Just come home.”

The reunion is tentative, the first dinner bordering on dangerous. The first patrol is easy, surprisingly, everyone falling into place next to each other, communicating with ease as they storm through Gotham. Bruce, because that’s who he is again, looks at them again and again and grins, wide and proud, when he spots the blond hair at his side, when he sees Nightwing and Red Hood working seamlessly side by side. The public is a little uneasy, but more than happy to buy their recovery story and accept their Prince back, but Bruce leaves Tim the company, and stays out of the public eye for a while. He no longer cares what others think of Batman, or Bruce Wayne. Only what his children think. And the pride gleaming in their eyes when Damian comes and Bruce actually gets through to him, makes it all worthwhile.

[planetoflovers]

As a Jason liker why am I in the anti Jason Todd tag but you’re so real for the “citizens see red hood as more effective than Batman” hate. Loathing. 13 year old kids seeing the guy that killed their uncle Anthony but it’s okay cause dealers won’t sell to their 16 year old sister who’s either now doing even shadier shit to get drugs or being forced through withdrawal. Okay. If you want to fanon jason stays in crime alley area and Jason really puts the fear of god into criminals by killing them -> generation of kids growing up with red hood related ptsd from their extended family and neighbors being killed by this dude. Like. Why are so many people in this fandom obsessed with theory posting about things they don’t know anything about.

It just does not make any sense to me. There are so many examples of goons with families in Batman comics. I’m currently reading Batgirl 2000 and this is a recurring archetype amongst the criminals she fights. I just really dislike Jason stans’ hypocrisy surrounding some of the characters moral codes. Like they say Bruce is childish and weak for upholding his no kill rule and then say that Jason’s methods of killing with no due process or remorse is what Gotham really needs. It’s absurd.

Murdered are a dime a dozen in Gotham. For every drug dealer Jason kills there’s probably another guy out there glad that his competition is gone. Bruce’s whole thing is that he never wants another child to go through what he went through when his parents died, regardless of how morally upright those parents happen to be. Him going around killing criminals goes against that cause whether you want to admit it or not every criminal has someone that loves them.

It should be obvious to everyone by now that Gotham’s main issue is corruption. The reason crime runs rampant is because most of the policy makers and law officials are in the pocket of crime lords like the penguin and black mask thus preventing justice from taking place.

I’ve probably said this before but a lot of gothamites don’t even like Batman and his associates and he works within the limits of the law. With Batman you at least know that you’ll live to see tomorrow but with the red hood that guarantee is not there. Batman inspired hope in people that they can change and choose to do better. Some newer comics seem to have forgotten the heart of Batman but moments like this one from Batman: kings of fear show that Bruce is making a change

And anyways Jason’s whole thing seems more like a child rebelling and lashing out at his father than any real attempt at crime prevention 🤷🏾‍♀️