#it was all an elaborate prank bruce and alfred have been playing on them for years

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the way gotham!alfred speaks is so unique compared to the way alfred speaks in the comics (not that the way he speaks isn't unique, but that it is unique as an alfred in comparison). most batfam fandom members are at least somewhat based on the comics, so this new view on a younger alfred who calls bruce "son" and "mate" basically interchangeably is just. crazy to me.

and in regards to my gotham!bruce meets the batfam au, (a de-aged) bruce would totally call alfred out for talking so formally. cue the batfam going "but he always talks like that??" and bruce raising an eyebrow and examining alfred again to see if it's really him (fear toxin flashbacks fr)

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Winchesters in Gotham (one)

“Y/N get out of here!” Sam yells just as the demon shoves you into wooden crate fracturing at least three ribs, while your trying to stand up the demon pulls out a switchblade and tries to stab you in the heart, you rolled out of the way. Instead of your hitting your heart the demon gets you in the bicep causing you to yelp. “Y/N go!” Sam says again as he shoots the demon.

Getting out of the warehouse was easier said then done, you’re fairly weak because you haven’t had a decent meal in at least a week- you were being used as bait for your brothers. The blood loss isn’t helping anything either, black spots dance across your vision. You collapse against the hard ground, out cold because of how much blood you’ve lost. The last thing you remember before blacking out is a masked man with a bat emblem across his chest.

When you come around again you discover that you’re in a hospital and your older brothers are nowhere to be seen. Instead of your brothers is a boy about your age who seems to be watching over you. “Hey.” The kid says when he notices you’re awake.

“Hi…” You meekly answer. “Where am I?”

“Gotham hospital.” The dark haired boy looks at you concerned. “You doing okay?”

“I’ve been better.” You answer, you wince slightly when you move your injured arm. “Who are you?”

“Dick Grayson… and you are?”

“Y/N Winchester.” A man pokes his head into the room and asks if he can talk to Dick for a moment. Dick nods and leaves the room leaving you in silence.

“I don’t like this Dick.” You overhear someone state. The man sounds like he is standing outside your doorway.

“Bruce, we spent two days looking for her family… and within those two days we haven’t found anything!” Dick retorts. Your heart sinks. If Dick and this Bruce person spent two days looking for Sam and Dean without any luck; it more then likely means your brothers already left town… leaving you behind. After a few minutes Dick and this other man walk back into your hospital room. The man introduces himself as Bruce Wayne… and he’s your current legal guardian (reluctantly).

When you’re released from the hospital you realise that you left your phone on the backseat of the impala and you don’t have your brothers’ new numbers memorised yet. Cas isn’t answering your prayers either. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 You’ve kept to yourself since you came to Wayne manor, sure you would make small talk with Dick every now and then but that was about it. Everyone who lives at Wayne manor is human, you’ve subtly tested them. Saying Christo, giving them salt when they asked for sugar- things like that.

“Hey Y/N,” Dick says one day. “Bruce wants to talk to you.”

“Oh… okay.” You reply getting off your bed and following the dark haired boy. “You wanted to see me Bruce?” You ask softly when you and Dick enter the study.

“Yes.” Bruce answers. He stands up and pushes a hidden button revealing two poles behind the book case. One pole says Dick the other says Bruce. “We hardly tell anyone this but we’re making an exception for you. You’re not an average teenager are you?” Bruce pulls out your gun out of a drawer and sets it down on his desk.

“Huh, I wondered where I put that thing.” You shove your hands into the pockets of your new pants. Bruce was nice enough to buy you a some new clothes so you wouldn’t have to wear the same outfit day in and day out. The red phone on the desk lights up and Bruce calmly answers it. The man on the other line is apparently a police officer.

After Bruce gets off the phone he and Dick make a run for the poles, before Bruce goes down he looks at Alfred, the butler. “She’s allowed in the cave, she’s one of us now.” With that Bruce slides down the pole. Alfred closes the bookcase and leads you to a hidden elevator, and the two of you go down in silence. When you exit the elevator you are shocked when you realise that you are standing in a superhero’s lair. The shock doesn’t last long though… thanks to Dick.

“Oh my god. Dick please put some pants on!” You exclaim looking away from him. Dick is in a black superhero mask, a yellow cape, a red shirt with short green sleeves… the most disturbing part of the outfit is the fact Dick is in his underwear. Which you didn’t want to know the color of.

Surprisingly the costume for Batgirl fits you, but you don’t want to be the next Batgirl. Bruce, well in this case Batman tells you that it’s just a temporary name. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 -Sam and Dean POV- It’s been a month since the boys last saw you. Your footprints and the blood trail just stopped, the only thing that gave your brothers a hint about what happened to you was the sulfur nearby. Another demon had taken you away from them just when they got you back from one.

“For all we know she might be, might be…” Dean can’t bring himself to say it, you couldn’t be dead. He didn’t want to even think of the possibility that you were dead.

“We’ll find her Dean, we always do.” Sam says placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Dean nods playing with your phone in his hand. He found on the floor of the impala next to the place you normally sit. When Cas pops in your brothers look up from what they are doing. “Did you find her?” Sam asks.

“No, I’m sorry.” Cas answers. Dean sets your phone on the table next to him and puts his head in his hands. Guilt of not helping you get to the car safely rises in his chest. Your eldest brother starts to blame himself for your disappearance. Everyone jumps when your phone starts playing (default ringtone). Dean picks it up and sees a number from New Jersey. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 -Gotham, your POV- Although you don’t want to, when you get a new phone (a gift from Bruce) you dial your old cellphone number just to let your brothers know you’re alive. “Hello?” Dean’s gruff voice answers.

“Hi Dean… it’s me.” You reply. Your brother seems skeptical. “Perhaps the word Poughkeepsie rings a bell.” You went with that particular code word because it wouldn’t send your older brothers into a panic unlike funkytown and there’s something on my shoe. “Or how about the first motel in the phone book if we get separated?” Dean suddenly goes into overprotective brother mode, once he knows it’s actually you and not some elaborate prank.

“Where are you and are you okay?”

“I’m feeling fantastic. As for where I am, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Dick leans against your doorway and mouths batphone. Telling you that the police commissioner needs Batman, Robin, and Thrush. “I’ll call you back, need to go.” You say into the phone. You hear quite the list of profanities as you hang up.

“What was that about?” Your friend asks.

“Nothing really. I just called an old friend of mine.” You answer as the two of you head for the study. Once in the study Bruce tells you that the Penguin was at large again. “The Penguin?” You ask suddenly confused. Since you became Thrush you’ve met only a handful of bad guys that roam the streets of Gotham- the Penguin wasn’t on the list.

“He’s a foul man, I’ll give you details when we’re in the cave.” Bruce says before sliding down the pole.

“A bird pun, really?” You mutter to yourself as you go down the other pole changing into your super suit. You roughly based your suit off of Batgirl’s suit, but it is different. For one thing your cape is made out of (favorite color) fabric your suit and mask are a shade lighter than black and around your waist is a utility belt similar to Batman’s.

You race Robin to the batmobile to see who gets to sit shotgun. Although you haven’t known Batman/Bruce and Robin/Dick very long, the three of you act more like a family then you and your brothers ever did.

When you meet the Penguin he is with a man you know really well- and that man is Crowley. You clench your jaw slightly unaware of the fact you clench your jaw the same way Sam does. Making the king of hell suddenly suspicious. “Who are you?” Crowley directly asks you.“You remind me of someone I’m not overly fond of.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You retort. “Name is Thrush.”

“Tell me Thrush… do you happen to know Sam, Dean and Y/N Winchester?” You knew Crowley was going to throw something like that at you, just not that blunt.

“Who are you, exactly?” Batman interrupts glaring at the king of hell. He wasn’t sure how Crowley knew your real name but he wasn’t going to chance risking your secret identity to get answers.

“Where are my manners.” Crowley sarcastically replies. “My name is Crowley the king of hell.”

“New sidekick Batman?” The Penguin sneers. Leaning against his umbrella. “Let me guess she is all talk and no fight.”

“No, it’s the other way around Penguin.” Robin points out just as you knock one of the Penguin’s henchmen to the ground and render him unconscious with a swift kick to the back of the henchman’s head. “Holy knock out…”

“Now is not the time for your bad expressions Robin.” You say, now fighting another henchman. Crowley watches from a distance, to him Thrush’s fighting style screamed Y/N Winchester. The henchman you’re fighting nails you in the ribs. You fall to the ground feigning an injury so the henchman would let his guard down.

On the way back to the batcave, Batman asks about the king of hell, and how he knows you. “I’ve known Crowley for years now.” You explain. “I never know if that demon is going to be any help or stab everyone in the back.” 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 -Bunker, Sam and Dean’s POV- “Hello boys.” Crowley says causing your older brothers to pull out their guns and point them at the demon.

“What do you want Crowley?” Dean demands.

“Harsh squirrel. Here I was in a generous mood and going to give you some information on your sister.” The term ‘your sister’ catches your brothers’ attention. “I guess you’re not interested in finding her. Guess I should take my leave.”

“Crowley wait.” Sam says standing up and lightly grabbing Crowley’s arm stopping the demon in his tracks. “Y/N has been gone for almost a month now… will you please help us bring our little sister home?”

“Well since you asked so nicely… I believe that your sister is in New Jersey under the name of Thrush.”

“How do you know?” Dean asks in response not wanting a false hope.

“Well for one thing the girl, Thrush, clenches her jaw the same way Moose over here does, and the other thing is you Winchesters have a unique fighting style.”

“Wait hold up… what do you mean by fighting style and did you see what ‘Thrush’ looked like?”

“Unique fighting style as in, can bring a fool to his knees in seconds. Thrush… a lovely thing really, feigned an injury so the person she was fighting would lower their guard.” Sam and Dean share a look. “And to answer your second question I didn’t get a good look at the girl. So I can’t tell you what she looked like.”

“I admit it, faking an injury like that is something Y/N is constantly doing.” Dean says itching the back of his head.

“It still shocks me that some one like Y/N can be related to the two biggest idiots on the planet.” Crowley mutters.

“What was that?” Dean asks.

“Nothing.” Dean throws Crowley a skeptical look but doesn’t say anything. “If it is any help Thrush was with two others Batman and Robin.”

To be continued.

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MQKA Chapter 1

An irondad/batfam crossover fic

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(Do not tag as s*arker or bat*est)

Tony chuckles and swings an arm around Peter's shoulders. They were out celebrating the end of Peter's sophomore year with burgers and milkshakes. Sure Peter was a genius and it wasn't a surprise he made straight A's, but Tony knew how it felt to not have that acknowledged. So since May was away at a two-week nursing seminar and Peter was staying with him, Tony had taken it upon himself to celebrate with the kid. They were originally meant to eat out at some new sushi place, but Pepper had to cancel last minute, so Tony and Peter had exchanged one look before happily changing out of their dress clothes. Tony had gone with his classic sunglasses combined with a hippie type beanie he had bought just to embarrass Peter as a disguise.

They had taken the subway to Peter's neighborhood and Tony had let the teen drag him everywhere before they finally stopped for food. At the moment they were leisurely making their way back to the tower for Mario Kart.

"I'm serious Mr. Stark, there is no way you can beat me. With my extra experience and Spidey Sense-"

"I still like Peter Tingle more."

Peter glares at Tony and he smirks back.

"I just think we should play something more fit for you."

"Oh like what?"

"Like Wii golf." Peter smirks.

"Wow I am-"

Suddenly a red glowing light bursts to life in front of them. Immediately the hole begins to pull and tug them towards it. Tony taps his chest and pushes Peter behind him. He hears the tell-tale sound of a web being shot and barely has time to see it whip around and away from its trajectory, towards the portal before he's sucked into it himself and the world goes black.                                                      

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"Grayson!"

Dick groans and pulls his plush blanket over his head.

"Richard!"

He groans again.

"Richard! If you do not get up within the next five minutes I will refuse to watch any more insipid cartoons with you for the next week!"

Dami's quiet steps sound as he walks  away from Dick's door.

Is that worth getting out of his warm cloud for? Really? They could just watch more next week.

Except the next movie was a sequel, and in Dami's own little way he had expressed… anticipation for the next one. And with the crazy lives everyone around here led Dick was happy to get his littlest brother interested in something age appropriate.

Fine.

Dick drags himself out of bed legs first and picks a blue shirt out of his dresser to go with his sweatpants then heads downstairs to the kitchen. Alfred's idea to keep a few outfits at the manor was really paying off, just a couple of months ago he had been forced to borrow one of Bruce's shirts after an impromptu stay over.

Even if Dami isn't in the kitchen grabbing some coffee would probably be a good idea. Despite Damian's seemingly uncaring attitude he wouldn't have woken Dick up on the only morning he allowed himself to sleep in on without good reason, it would be a good idea to be alert.

Pushing the door open reveals Damian sitting at the kitchen table speaking with Alfred. Dick can get coffee and talk to Dami. Good.

He purposely scuffs his feet against the floor causing the youngest bat kid to turn in his chair and look at his brother. His eyes soften around the corners and his mouth twitches, obviously relieved Dick had gotten up. Dick grins in return, sleepily ruffling his brother's hair on the way to the coffee machine. He smiles at Alfred too, as he pours equal parts creamer and coffee into an oversized Batman mug.

"Good morning Master Richard."

"M-" Dick clears his throat, "Morning Alfie."

He takes his mug to seat across from Damian. The fact that not one of his other family members are at the table speaks volumes about what an early hour on a Sunday this is. Saturday nights are always some of the heaviest for crime so the Family had almost always allowed themselves to sleep in the morning after. Even when Dick was Robin he and Bruce never did anything more strenuous than watch T.V. before twelve on Sundays. It felt very wrong to be up at, (what is the time? The clock says a little after eight),  eight on a Saturday.

Dick looks at the kid in front of him, his face impassive, only something that he did when anxious lately, and hands tightly clasp.

Dick takes a long sip of his coffee then asks "Alright Dami, what was so urgent?"

Damian's face twitches a little. "Todd called."

Well that was unexpected. Jason rarely called, preferring to just show up unannounced. And considering they had just spoken the night before he must have had some kind of news to share with the family. Though none of that explained why Damian had been the one to pick up the call. Dami doesn't elaborate. Dick arches an eyebrow in a way reminiscent of their shared parent.

Damian sighs. "I was on way way back from using the facilities when the house phone rang. As such I decided to answer it."

Well if it was the house phone than it probably wasn't the most urgent thing. Dick relaxes a little and opens his mouth to say so, but Damian cuts him off. "Todd said he had first tried to contact everyone's comms, even Drake's, before calling the manor."

"Oh."

"Yes."

Dick waits, but Damian doesn't volunteer any more information. Dick lets out an exasperated breath and prompts "And?"

Damian's eyes narrow. "And what?" he snaps. Dick is used to his littlest brother's prickly attitude after four years of knowing him, so he simply rolls his eyes before elaborating, "What did Jay want?"

"He said he wouldn't tell me while I was alone. As if I am some pathetic child, I could easily dismember-"

"Ah, ok. Let's not go there, I'm sure Jay had a perfectly acceptable reason not to tell you."

Or he was just an a**. But Dick wasn't going to tell Damian that, considering that would undermine his efforts to get him to accept his other brothers. And probably make Alfred withhold anymore coffee creamer.

"Did he say anything else?"

"Just that I should wake either you or Father and bring you to the Batcave before nine."

That's not creepy at all Jason. Nope, completely normal request. Totally. Also should Dick be flattered or concerned that Damian chose to wake him up instead of Bruce. Or maybe he knew more about the nature of Jason's message than he was letting on and simply knew that Dick was less likely to bench him.

"Well see, it's not as if he's completely excluding you. Knowing Jason it's probably just some stupid prank or something. It'll be fine Lil'D."

Damian looks skeptical but relents anyway, turning his attention to the newly arrived Alfred. The cat, not their adoptive grandfather. Dick finishes off his coffee and announces that he'll meet Damian in the cave after he changes into some more presentable civvies.

"I would remember to bring a mask Master Richard, you never know with Master Jason," Alfred's lips quirk a little.

Dick laughs. "You're right Alfred, for all we know Jay has brought home another orphan, or worse. Thank you for reminding me. You should probably bring one too Dami."

"-Tt-"

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"It seems that your guess was not too far off Grayson," Damian deadpans, still looking at the two limp bodies stuffed into the back of Jason's car. Or the car he stole from Bruce about six months after he started associating with them again, not that anyone cared anymore.

"Dickiebird! I thought we were past automatically grouping me in with violence," Jason grins sharply. He knew they were past that, if it had ever truly been a problem any way. But… He did have two bodies in his backseat so…..

"To be fair Jaybird I said orphan not….. whatever they are." Dick glances back down at Jason's back seat. "Ok, give us the story. Watch their parents die? Find 'em stealing your tires?" Dick smirks at his little brother's scowl, he obviously didn't like the comparison.

"Todd obviously didn't mean to find these ruffians Grayson," Damian puts in smirking, "Of course, neither did Father."

Jason scowl deepens, but the light in his eyes let's Dick know that both of his brothers knew the other was teasing. He grins as Jason snarls back with a "Shut up demon spawn, at least we weren't assassin babies. And one if these guys are as old as Bruce, and the other one is probably as old as Tim is."

"Well-"

"Ok baby bros, you can do this again later. For now, Jason, where did you find them? And why are they dressed like that?"

The first figure was dressed mostly normal, in a blue hoodie and jeans. The only oddity was the guy's socks, they were visible where one shoe was missing and they seemingly spread upwards as far as the bats could see, and were red with black lines running across them. The guy was obviously a teen, his brown hair framing a face still holding onto the last remnants of childhood.

It was really the second man who concerned Dick, if he was really a man. He seemed to be mostly encased in a shell of red and yellow armor, only his right hand and half of his face was visible. A cyborg maybe?

Jason gives a huff at the questioning but shifts his focus from Damian to Dick. He smirks knowingly, "I don't why they're dressed up like that, but I assumed that you bats wouldn't like it if I saw a couple of random tin men drop out of a portal while I was on patrol and didn't report it."

Dick's eyebrows shoot up and even Damian's face morphs into something resembling shock before he covers it up with a scowl. "You can't honestly expect us to believe that Todd."

"It definitely wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen in Gotham lil'D,  and Jason is usually honest."

"Exactly, plus why would I go through the trouble of kidnapping a couple of civvies and dressing them like Comic-Con just to fool you dickheads."

Dami scowls but otherwise doesn't protest anymore.

"Is there anything else we should know? Dick glances up from the limp figures to lock eyes with his brother.

"Nope. They fell out of a portal. I saw them. I called mini bat. I brought them here."

Dick runs a hand through his hair and exhales. "Sooooo, any ideas?"

"Wait for them to awake," Damian suggests.

"Unarm them," Dick can't tell if Jason is serious or not.

"Both good points, but we don't know how long it'll be until they wake up or what they are actually carrying. So I think the right course of action would be to wake up B and transfer them to the infirmary," Dick puts on his 'you should definitely agree with me face'.

Damian nods, and Jason sighs adding, "As long as you're the one who goes to wake up B, I don't want to deal with that mood."

"Todd is right Richard, we will situate the prisoners onto the cots," Damian agrees, showing little sympathy for his favorite brother.

Dick cringes and nods, turning his back on his brothers and climbing the stairs back to the manor.

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Dick wisely grabs a travel mug of Bruce's favorite coffee from Alfred before traversing the staircase up to his dad's room. On the way he briefly considers waking up Tim too, but the knowledge that the teen is actually asleep for once holds him back, if Bruce wants to alert the rest of the family they will, but not until then.

He braces himself as he quietly pushes open Bruce's door and pads inside. Dick has found that over the years Bruce has built up some sort of unconscious family awareness, not automatically waking up like he would with any stranger. This is both a good thing and a bad thing. On one hand Dick couldn't count the times he had gotten away with things just because Bruce didn't wake up, on the other hand all the family members had the extra honor of dealing with the bleary eyed mess that was a Batman that wasn't abruptly woken into fighting mode.

Bruce is sprawled in a very un-batman position, his comforter is twisted around his legs and Dick can barely see the Superman socks Dick got him for his last birthday peeking out from under the covers. The only thing keeping the image from looking like a teenager collapsed after a night of partying is the lack of drool. Even Bruce's black hair is tousled in a way reminiscent of Tim before his first coffee.

Grinning fondly, Dick places the coffee mug on a side table and reaches out to lightly shake Bruce's shoulder. "Bruce, B,  wake up." The man grumbles and shoves his head farther down into the mattress. Dick’s grin stretches further and he sits down on the edge of the bed still shaking his father's shoulder. "C'mon Dad, get up."

Bruce finally rolls over and cracks his eyes open, holding that slightly stunned look he always has when Dick calls him Dad, no matter how many times he does it. Dick knows it's because of all the crappy mistakes Bruce made when Dick was a teen, he also knows that they generally worked past those quickly, but Bruce still beat himself up about a lot of them. Bruce clears his throat and responds with a "Good morning chum."

Dick's grin softens a little and he passes him the coffee. Bruce sits up against the headboard, yawning and rubbing at his forehead. He accepts the mug with a quiet "thank you" and takes a few gulps before placing it to the side and focusing on Dick. He raises a sardonic eyebrow as if to say 'Why am I awake before ten on a Sunday?'

Dick's face becomes a little more serious. "Jason called the manor around six this morning." Bruce's face sobers, Batman slowly creeping in to his expression. "He found two guys being thrown out of a portal on one of his patrol routes. Damian was actually the one to answer the phone and wake me up, he's in the cave helping Jason get the portal guys onto cots."

Bruce nods sharply scooting off the bed. "They could be dangerous, it's probably best to restrain them in the holding cell until we can get a read on them. We should all at least have masks on, if not full costumes. Is Jason certain it was a portal?” Bruce heads to where Dick knows a Batman suit is stashed, he sighs and hangs his head. If Bruce is wearing his uniform they all probably should.

“He said it was definitely a portal and that they were unconscious when they came through. We should expect major disorientation and confusion.” Dick scrunches his nose. “And based on my own portal experiences, maybe some puking. I’m gonna go suit up, you should head  down and get Dami to put on a mask. I'll see you down there."

Bruce grunts in the affirmative as Dick leaves the room to go suit up.