#greyson grayson

[rydain]

7 years, nearly 125,000 words, 2 stories in mind + 3 more that ran away like the gingerbread man and demanded to be told, and my Sexy Brutale magnum opus is finito at last. A quaint contemporary feel-good found family adaptation featuring -

Trinity/Clay Greyson/Redd Tequila/Willow Lucas being Lucas

I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Fans of a certain good boy pianist and ex-con expert locksmith should also have a look over here at what @scribblemakes made for me 💚💜

[star--bird]

Which social media platform I think each Batfam member uses the most:

Alfred: Facebook (may be controversial but he probably keeps up with people on their, maybe former classmates or relatives)

Bruce: Instagram (again, controversial, he should be a Facebook user, but he is also a billionaire playboy philanthropist, and billionaire playboy philanthropists don't use Facebook)

Dick: Instagram (like the millennial he is, his page resembles the song "White Woman's Instagram" )

Jason: Tumblr (was familiar with it before he died, but has one of those blogs that has never liked, followed, or posted anything with a default avatar and theme)

Tim: Reddit (is the top contributor on several true crime subreddits)

Steph: Instagram (mainly posts memes and purposely poorly taken photos of events she attends and places she has visited)

Cass: TikTok (uses it to learn ballet. Idk if TikTok has a ballet teaching community but I assume they do. If they don't, Cass has found videos from a single person who posts lessons and follows them exclusively)

Duke: Tumblr (has one blog he uses for everything that changes content based on his current interest)

Damian: Twitter (like the 14 year old boy he is)

[ktkat99]

Dick, Jason, Tim, and Steph are taking a lesson from Batman on how to patch bullet wounds

Jason- Can't we just use tampons to plug the hole? I feel like they'd take up less space in our utility belts

Steph- What???

Tim- Yeah, I heard somewhere that that's what they were originally invented for

Steph, blinking slowly- Are you being serious right now? Or are you joking?

Jason- What? Why wouldn't that work?

Steph, pulling out a water bottle and pointing to the top- Bullet wound

Steph, pulling out a tampon- Tampon

Steph, inserting the tampon into the water bottle, the boys watch in horror as it expands- Jason, here. Pull it out and pretend it's your leg. Then tell me this is a good idea

Batman, still holding the laser pointer at the PowerPoint he'd spent all night making- I wanted kids. I wanted to be a father. I signed up for this. Why didn't Alfred stop me?

[tapwaterx]

surprised nobodys drawn the Barbie Movie characters and their Lego Movie counterparts… i had to be the one to do it

[nerokchi]

the beginning of a very long project

[goddessofbees]

Eye reference for some of the batfam

[khajittink]

Damian Wayne headcanon

Damian, trained from birth in the League of Assassins, is an incredible dancer. He was trained to have total control over his body, and one of the best ways to learn that is dance styles like ballet, swing, belly dancing, pole dancing, etc.

The batfam slowly finds this out over the years. Apart from Jason and Cass, as they have the same training. Eventually Tim finds out from his time with the League but that's after a couple years of knowing Damian.

The first is the obvious, waltzing at galas. That's expected, of course Talia would teach Bruce Wayne's son to waltz.

The family goes to one of his school events, and are very surprised to see him doing ballet (Cass and him practice together and she was happy she could share this with her shocked family).

They find out he can swing dance while undercover at some speakeasy club. Tim is undercover as Caroline Hill (and this is post League base explosions), and absolutely has a shit eating grin on his face when he sees Steph's flabbergasted expression across the bar. He later tells her Damian is who taught him to swing dance actually.

Dick tries very hard to forget finding out Damian could pole dance, having been visiting the Iceberg Lounge and not knowing Damian was undercover to keep an eye on a new Penguin deal. He's just glad he's an adult now cause he doesn't think he could bear watching his brother doing that underage without blowing his cover.

Jason and Damian end up undercover as belly dancers for entertainment at some rich fucks compound so they could bust his trafficking ring. Duke still can't forget how mesmerizing they both were (and maybe asks them for tips later, as well as telling Tim the latest batch of Bat™ concealer hid the scars so well he almost didn't believe it was them).

Babs blows everyone's minds when she sends a video of Damian break dancing to the group chat, cause even the League trained bats didn't know he could do that, and Damian just smiles and says he picked it up from watching tiktok videos Jon sends him.

Bruce had always guessed what Ra's and Talia had taught Damian, but each discovery he couldn't help but be amazed and impressed with his son. He pays Babs for videos of his dancing to save in his Proud Dad™ folder.

[writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink]

Alright to expand on my little Jason todd and crime alley kids au

Anytime one of the bat kids mentions Jason's kids Jason just kinda goes guys they're not my kids they're just under my protection and I make sure they're clothes and dry and not sick

And I just imagine dick go and what do we call that when someone houses a child feeds them and clothes them

And Jason just goes still not my kids he then before he can even finish speaking one of the crime alley kids goes running up to red all smiles going dad dad look look it worked I got an A on my spelling test because you helped aren't you proud

And dick with a smug look on his face goes and you were saying and Jason just tells him to fuck off and that he and the batfam are banned from crime alley indefinitely

Dick is just cackling while Jason ruffles the young kids hair and kinda goes hey let's go get ya some ice cream go round up some of the other kids

[cardinalcheerio]

Jason at the bank: do you need anything else?

Banker: we need proof that you are who you say you are.

Jason *pulling out his death certificate*: does this work?

Dick *sitting next to him groaning*: I knew this was a bad idea.

[smutinlove]

prince dick grayson x knight reader that doesn't like him that much??

u can make it fluffy smutty angsty wtv 🙏

implied fem reader

sort of forbidden love??????

angsty af

i was kinda listening to a sad playlist i made...

Prince Dick was known for his scandalous activities. But those "rumors" were almost always shut down by his majesty, King Bruce.

I mean, Prince Dick was the first in line to the throne, so he had to uphold his reputation. But that didn't stop him from flirting and fucking with every maid in the palace.

You, one of the trusted knights in Gotham, were assigned to guard and shield Prince Dick. But sometimes, it felt as if you didn't really do anything.

Dick was... Dick. Currently, he's fooling around with one of the maids of the palace. You could hear her moaning. The sounds of skin slapping and Dick's voice, telling her how much of a "good girl" she was.

Honestly, it was repulsive. This was the future king of Gotham.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and the maid ran out. Her cheeks were puffy and red. Dick leaned against the doorframe; his bedsheets were wrapped around his hips, but that didn't cover his boner.

"What'd I do?" Dick asked, tilting his head, causing you to snicker. "Well, your Royal Highness, maybe you should be less... Dickish."

"Come on, love, you love Dickish." You rolled your eyes. "Don't call me that, Dick."

He snickered. "Original. Hey, you know what?"

"What?"

"I have a perfectly empty bed, you know." You rolled your eyes. Prince Dick was always trying to get into your pants, either with his flirtatious comments or his wandering looks.

"Dick, stop," you muttered. "Why?" he said, looking up at you with the saddest expression. "Goodnight, your royal highness." Dick nodded, taking the hint. He retreated back into his room.

The sun rose, waking up the entire kingdom, including his royal highness, Prince Dick. You stood guard the entire night; it was part of the job, right?

The door creaked open, revealing Dick. There were bags under his eyes, and his cheeks were red and puffy. Your cold demeanor melted before it froze back over. "Are you alright, your royal highness?" you asked.

"What? Yeah, of course," he replied with a smile before quickly walking away.

Strange. Could it have been about last night? But you didn't care, right? You were his knight. And he was going to be king. And you sort of loathed him.

He was bratty, annoying, stupid, and a heartbreaker. You did not need that.

You watched as Prince Dick flirted with the neighboring princess, Princess Barbara. You were five feet behind Prince Dick, occasionally listening to his conversation with the princess whenever she laughed a little too loud.

Prince Dick led her to the fountain and gave her a kiss on the cheek; it wasn't incriminating, of course. But it was living up to his reputation of being an A-grade asshole and a flirt.

You looked away as the two continued flirting. You were not jealous, right? I mean, you were just a knight. You had no business being jealous.

You watched over Prince Dick every day. He was your responsibility. You had to follow him everywhere. You watched him flirt with countless men and women. You'd watched his breakdowns and his moments of triumph.

You had seen it all. But you felt empty every time. You were supposed to feel only one thing about him, and that was the need to protect him. That was it. But how have you changed over the past few years? He was becoming king soon. After that, he could get rid of you as he pleased.

You were a few feet behind him, watching as he entered his room before you took your place. You stood outside his door, guarding and protecting him from any possible harm.

Your eyes fell down to the doorknob. You wanted and needed to do so. An exchange of words wouldn't hurt, right?

Your hand fell to the doorknob, gripping it tightly. Your brain needed it to be locked, but your heart longed for it to be open.

Your cold demeanor melted as you twisted the doorknob, opening the door slowly. "What?" Dick called out, hearing the door creak open. "Hey," he said, turning around at the sound of your voice. "Oh, hey. Do you need something? I... did something happen?" he asked.

You smiled and shut the door, venturing further into his room. He tilted his head. "What's wrong?" he asked. You wrapped your arms around his neck, "This."

You leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss. Surprisingly, he kissed back. You quickly pulled away as you felt his hands slide down to your waist. "You and me... we can't happen, okay?"

"Why?" he asked obliviously. "I'm not a princess. I have no real title. And the kingdom would not approve, okay?" You replied, tears brimming your eyes.

"No, we can make this work, okay?" Dick tried reassuring you, but how? You were just a knight. It would never work.

"I do not wanna be your sidechick, Dick!" You yelled, tears falling down your eyes. "You're breaking my heart, love." His hand cupped your cheek.

You slapped it away. "We—we would be unhappy together! We would fight all the time and we would loathe each other, okay? Why can't you understand that?" Tears fell down your cheeks.

"Please, we can make this work, I promise," he whispered.

"No, Dick, we can't. We are too different." You gave him a soft kiss on his cheek and left.

You had nothing with Prince Dick Grayson. You were simply his protector.

CAN YOU TELL I LOVE ANGST??? OMG ANGST IS ANGSTING RN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG

CAN YOU TELL I WAS LISTENING TO "YOU'RE LOSING ME?" YES? WELL, FUCK ANYWAY

[sasssstiell]

Au where the justice league doesn’t know Batman is basically just regular human and his kids decide to spread rumors about him and their family to other heroes. And they just decided they were going to make their family sound like borderline Etheridge abominations. They didn’t even have a meeting a about it one of them just heard some rumors and the rest of them started playing a game of “yes and…” that’s lasted way too long.

Green lantern: why is spooky in such a bad mood all the time

Night wing: if you had layed as many eggs as he had you’d probably always being a bad mood too

Green lantern: W H A T

Night wing: yeah where else did you think he got this many kids?

—

Signal: yeah unlike most of my family who was hatched I actually was the original Bat-signal but a wizard turned me into a human and Batman adopted me since I was already on the clock helping everyone anyway

Flash: he just… adopted a sentient light?

Signal: i geuss technically by the letter of the law I’m his foster kid but yeah

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Too Dangerous for Kids

So, recently I had reason to go back and read Jason's post-crisis debut comic Batman (1940) #408 and it clicked really hard that basically the central theme of Jason becoming Robin was that Robin was too dangerous a job for kids. Before he becomes Robin, Dick got injured, badly, by the Joker, and Batman swore to never endanger another child like that, which is the reason Dick stops being Robin at all

Batman (1940) #416

And I'm friggin realizing now that the posing in Death of the Family is straight up a mirror to this scene of Dick having been shot?? I'm losing my mind???

Batman (1940) #408

Like, look at this in universe magazine shot with this talk on the radio compared to Bruce holding Jason and tell me this was not deliberate????

Batman (1940) #408 and Batman (1940) #428

And THIS TALK?????

Batman (1940) #408

I just... HMMMM, idk there's something very fascinating to me that the theme of 'this is too dangerous for kids' has been there in Jason since day zero.

It also makes me sympathize a lot with poor Dick who got fired "cause it's too dangerous for a kiddo out there", when he was no longer a child, and then WHAT DOES BRUCE HAVE WITH HIM NOT EVEN A YEAR LATER?!

Batman (1940) #416

He's devastated by the realization there's a new Robin, then harsh and critical of the new Robin because he's sure they're gonna screw up and get hurt

Batman (1940) #416

Not because he wants his old job back

Batman (1940) #416

Despite his misgiving about the mantel being passed on at all, at the end of it, he still gives Jason his respect and acceptance into the role

Teen Titans (2003) #29

And this has such fascinating parallels to Jason's reaction to finding out there's a new Robin after him!

Red Hood: The Lost Days #4

He is devastated by the realization there's a new Robin, then attempts to brutally dissuade the new Robin from keeping the mantel because he's sure they're gonna screw up and get killed

Teen Titans (2003) #29

Not because he wants his old job back

Teen Titans (2003) #29

Despite his misgiving about the mantel being passed on at all, at the end of it, Tim still has his respect, and perhaps even his acceptance into the role, although he was far too violent about it to actually properly give the role over like Dick did for him.

Teen Titans (2003) #29

Neither of them have a petty, jealous reaction of you replaced me, but instead have a tangled mess of "I was sloppy, I wasn't good enough, I got hurt, and now you put an even less prepared child in the line of fire?!" Jason is wildly more violent about it, but at the core I feel like the sentiments are the same, and it kinda makes sense because really the end of their times as Robin were very similar to each other, just Jason's was wildly more violent!

I can't help but wonder if maybe part of Jason's reasoning somewhere along the line was "Now I finally get why Dick was so harsh on me back then." And... honestly I don't think it is. Cause while it would make sense it just doesn't seem to be a parallel either of them is conscious of.

It's just this fascinating set of reflections neither one seems to see.

[star--bird]

HC that one time Dick was having a computer issue in the batcave so he texts Tim and asks him to come down and help him and Tim does, but it's clear he has been crying for the last few hours.

Dick: ...you good?

Tim: Yeah. I'm fine. Just life man.

Dick: Okay...

Tim: What did you need help with?

And then Tim helps him like nothing happened and goes back upstairs and Dick is just like "okay..."

[ahfrickenfrick]

nightwing at the ripe age of 25 yelling “holy bunch of villains batman” because he still thinks it’s so funny

[jasmines-library]

Lost and found.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 20. Prompt: “You will regret touching them.” Fandom: Batfam

Summary: After falling into a trap, you are captured by Scarecrow and exposed to his fear toxin. When your older brothers arrive to help you, your fear gets the better of you.

Warnings: Fear, disappointment, beating, hurt.

Word count: 2K

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You hadn’t been living with Bruce that long. A few years. If that. You were the baby of the family, younger than Damian and in some ways you supposed he resented you for it; always narrowing his eyes at you when passing him the hallway. You often felt estranged from the rest of the boys, never fully understanding their inside jokes or nightly routines. You never felt as though you belonged despite the fact that the older boys had tried to make you feel welcome. 

The one person you had managed to connect with was Alfred. When your time wasn’t occupied by training or patrol it was often spent curled up in the study with a book and excitedly explaining it to him. Reading was one of your passions; it allowed you to escape the harsh realities of the cruel world and alfred was glad to hear you rant, it often resulted in him mirroring the smile on your face. 

It was a late autumn night when the call came in. You were lounging on the window seat watching the rain batter against the glass. Your brothers were out on patrol and you were the only one left home, so you floated over to the phone, answering it and bringing it to your ear. 

“Hello?”

There was static on the other end of the line, followed by a shuffling. And then came the voice of a child. “Please… please help me.”

You began to pull on your suit, listening closely to the girl speaking over the phone. 

“My friend she-”

“Calm down.” you told her. “I’m on my way. Where are you?”

She rattled off her location through sobs. “Please hurry.”

“It’s gonna be okay.” You reassured her. 

Once you had calmed the girl, you slipped out of the exit of the batcave and began to race through town. It was a quiet night. The rain had pushed many people inside, so the lack of people on the streets really threw you off, but you decided to warn your brothers where you were going, just in case. 

“Nightwing?” You asked over the comms, hoping that he wasn’t too occupied to answer. 

“Raven?” He wrinkled his nose. “What are you doing out?”

“A call came in. A young girl said her friend was cornered by a group of armed criminals. I’ve got it handled, but I thought I'd give you a heads up.”

“Copy that Raven.” 

The line went silent again as you continued to push your way into the city until you reached the location that the scared girl gave you over the line. Only, there was no one in sight. You called out into the darkness but there was no reply. And then, there was a sharp prick to the side of your neck. 

~

When you awoke, your hands and hands were bound together by old rope that scratched at your skin. The floor was dank and dusty and your mask had been torn from your face. You could feel a small nic along your eyebrow, and your entire body ached. 

Without full use of your hands, you struggled to sit up when you noticed the figure leaning against the wall across the room. Tall and masked with a straw hat, he loomed over you, observing you from afar. You used your legs to inch yourself away from the humanoid figure, but he outpaced you, squatting down in front of you and trailing a gloved hand along your jaw.

“Hiya little birdie.”

“Get off of me.” You spat.

Scarecrow tutted, but removed his hand. “I’m glad to see you. You see, I've been watching you for some time. I’ve seen how miserable  you’ve been. And I've been waiting for a chance to get you alone. I have to say though, it was much easier than I anticipated.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

The villain chided. “Mm, I have something more fun in mind. You see, I've been experimenting with something new. Well, new and improved. You see, my old fear toxin, it was good but you couldn’t really feel. If you know what I mean? So I did some experimenting and I've finally created something I've just been dying to test out. So I figured, why not have some fun while I'm at it?”

“They’re coming for me.” You told him with narrowed eyes. “And you’re gonna be a dead man?”

He tilted his head, resting his hand on the door before he stepped out and shut it completely. “Are they?”

He bolted the door shut, leaving you in the dimly lit room where a thick, green smog began to billow through the vents. You tried to back away from the smoke, but it surrounded you, cascading down all four walls. You took a deep breath, taking in all of the air you could, but it didn’t last long, eventually you couldn’t stand the burning in your lungs and you were forced to inhale the substance, choking as it filled your lungs. 

When the green began to fade away, vanishing into the air, you were left alone in the silence. Though it wasn’t long before the door was broken down by heavy pounding, and the masked face of your brother burst through the door. 

“Y/N”

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Jason. Oh thank god, I thought you weren’t going to come. He told me that you none of you would and I-”

“Shut up.”

You stilled. “What?”

“I said shut up!” He kicked you hard to the ribs eliciting a yelp from you. 

“Jason…?”

“God, are you as stupid as you look? Shut it.” Jason kicked you harder, each one growing in intensity and followed by a snarky remark. You tucked your head to your chest, pressing your hands tightly to your ears until eventually, Jason vanished into a cloud of green and you were plunged back into emptiness. 

“Oh god… Y/N.”

It was Tim’s voice, shaky as he raced towards you. His hands gripped your arms as he forced them away from your ears. You half glanced up at him, doing a double take when you saw the look set upon his face. It was tender, but laced with worry. You wanted to reach out into his arms, but you were hesitant. 

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” He bent down and removed the frayed rope from your wrists, you rubbed them. Tim then swung his arm around your shoulder to help you up, but you only made it a few steps towards the door when he flung you over his shoulder, sending you plummeting to the floor with a sickening crack as your skull collided with the ground. Your head throbbed as blood dripped from the crack that had opened in the back of your head. 

“Silly girl.” Tim laughed. “You really think we care enough to come and help you? After you were foolish enough to fall for his trap? You always mess things up Y/N. You’re a burden. Nothing more. Bruce’ll be glad to finally be rid of you.”

“Tim, Please-"

He reeled his fist back to land the final blow. You scrambled backwards, raising your arm above your face to protect yourself, but no pain came. And Time was gone. 

Fat, hot tears were rolling down your cheeks by the time that Damian entered the room. He narrowed his eyes at you like he normally did. They were so full of hate. You closed your eyes, biting down on your trembling lip and sinking against the wall. 

“Get up.” He demanded, voice thick with venom. 

You squeezed your eyes shut even tighter. 

“Damian… please don’t. I don’t need to hear how-”

“I hate you.”

It was only three words, but they cut right through you like a bullet. 

“I hate you.” He gritted out. “You ruined everything. We were fine without you. We were happy. And then you came along and you- you took all of that away. You’re a disappointment. And I hate you.”

Damian didn’t move to hurt you, but you supposed in some ways that's what hurt the most. Not the pain and the beating, no. That’s not what you were scared of. It was disappointing your family. You grimaced as Damian left, waiting for the cycle to start again.  

~~~ 

Damian didn’t think he had ever ran faster in his life. His boots slapped against the concrete as he raced alongside his older brothers. He had never been more scared than at the lack of your voice over the comms. The four of them had been trying you for hours but had had no such luck. That was until Alfred managed to snag your location on the computer. And so the four of them ran. 

Dick’s heart thundered against his ribs. He feared what Scarecrow had done to you. He had heard the stories; witnessed the horrors. But he couldn’t bear to fathom what your mind would conjure up. You had seen too much. 

When he pushed his way into the warehouse, it was dark. And silent. The four of them kept their eyes peeled for a sign of anything, but there was no sign of you or Scarecrow. That was until Damian spotted the frame of the door poking out from behind a metal cabinet. It took two of them to haul the heavy piece of furniture away. It squealed awfully as it scraped across the floor. When they pushed the door open they had to squint to see you hidden in the corner of the room. Your eyes were wide and you were hyperventilating at the sight of them.

“Y/N?”

“No, no…” You shook your head, trying to back further into the wall when he took a step towards you. 

Jason tried too, but it only worked you up more. 

“Not all of you…please. Please…”

Jason knelt down beside you, reaching to touch you gently, but you flinched away.

“It’s not going to work.” A voice laughed out from the doorway. 

The brother’s whipped round to face the scarecrow. 

“What have you done to her?” Tim spat. 

He chuckled deeply. “She’s been exposed to my new fear toxin. See, I don’t know what she’s  been seeing but whatever it is, you guys are clearly an important part of it.”

Tim gritted his teeth. “You are going to regret touching her.”

They surged forwards, pinning him towards the wall. He fought back, but was no match for the anger-fueled vigilantes. When he slumped to the ground, they were tasked with the even more challenging job of getting you out. But when they moved towards you, tears rolled fatly down your face as you sobbed. 

“Please…” You shook. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t hurt me please.”

Damian froze. “What?  

“You’ve done enough…please.” 

You flinched as the youngest of your brothers laid a hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/N? It’s us. We’re real, I promise.”

You shook your head. “...no”

“We’re not gonna hurt you, kid.”

“You already have…”

Their hearts stopped simultaneously and Dick swallowed thickly. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

Everything went black as his fist collided with your head.

~~~

You sat up abruptly. You were back in the safety of your own room, tucked away in your bed. Although you were more aware of what had happened, you couldn’t shake the fear that rolled over you. But you weren’t alone when you woke up. You were surrounded by a sea of familiar faces.

“Y/N?” Dick asked when he noticed your eyes were open.

“Yeah.” You murmured groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You just shrugged meekly.

“Oh y/n/n we were so worried.” Damian said. His tenderness was foreign. 

“What did you see?” Dick asked hesitantly. 

“All of you. Disappointed in me.”

“Oh kid.” Tim looked at you with sad eyes. “We would never be disappointed in you. We love you so, so much. And we couldn’t be prouder of you.”

“But I fell for his trap. I-”

“Uh Uh. You did what you thought was right. How were you supposed to know?”

Again, you just shrugged. 

“We’re proud of you, little wing. So proud.”

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<- DAY 19 ⛤ DAY 21 ->

Taglist:

@senjoritanana

@deans-spinster-witch

@amaryllis23

[nerokchi]

The first of the blue eyed black hair boys

The shock i felt when i read nightwing's stuff for the first time/read wayne fam adventures to find the same dick grayson from the og teen titans

we love therapy and kind of healthily leaving the nest