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august-anon · 25 days ago
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Training Montage
#AugTickletober2024 Days 13 & 14, Win & Lose
My first tickletober fic of the year, and my first time exploring writing with DC characters! I have been. Hyperfixating on the batfamily (which has broadened to a far larger amount of DC characters now and continues to grow, i will never escape DC lol) since like. June. So this has been a long time coming skjdfhdf
Also this fic features FULLY PLATONIC AND NOT WEIRD parent-child tickles so if that's not your thing this is not your fic!
You can blame this fic on that one quick scene in BTAS episodes Robin's Reckoning where Dick and Bruce are fencing and then start goofing off, and also the part with Bruce and Jason in @/fickle-tiction's fic For Old Time's Sake.
Also, disclaimer: i have only consumed so much canon media, very little of it so far being comics and most of it being DCAU, so my current knowledge of a LOT of these characters is very fanon-based, so the characterization will also be very fanon-based
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Fandom: DC - Batfam
Ship(s): NONE/GEN/PLATONIC - under no circumstances is this Batcest
Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian
Word Count: 4609 words
Summary: Snippets of Bruce training with his sons over the years.
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Dick’s training was progressing exceptionally well. He had always been fast and agile thanks to his acrobatic upbringing, but he was quick to pick up the offensive and defensive maneuvers Bruce was trying to impart. Still, he was so young. Sometimes Bruce couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing, bringing a child into this life.
It became all too apparent in moments like these, where training suddenly switched from work into play with just a few of Dick’s childish giggles. Bruce couldn’t help the grin they brought to his own face, laughing a little himself as Dick dove into the open space between Bruce’s legs to evade a grapple.
“Okay, now you’re gonna get it,” he said.
Dick kept giggling, the laughter melting into a yelp as Bruce grabbed the edge of the training mat and yanked, sending Dick crashing down onto the plush surface. Bruce launched after him, wiggling fingers outstretched like weapons.
“No fair!” Dick shouted, his giggling bubbling up into full laughter as he tried to squirm away from the hands squeezing his sides. “You cheated!”
“Oh, yeah?” 
He tripped his fingers up to Dick’s ribs, laughing along as Dick flopped around like a fish out of water. It was adorable how uncoordinated Dick became when he was tickled, all that acrobatic control flying out the window. 
“Cheating cheater!” Dick screeched, kicking his legs and rolling onto his back to dislodge Bruce. All he accomplished was opening up his stomach for Bruce to target.
“You’ve got to learn to fight dirty, Dick,” Bruce said, trying to adopt the tone he often used to give corrections in training but falling closer to amused than anything. “A mugger on the street isn’t going to fight fair.”
“A mugger isn’t gonna tickle me, B!” He squealed as Bruce’s hands tried to sneak into his armpits, clamping his arms down tight as if it would do anything to keep Bruce out.
“Hmm, you never know.”
“B!”
Bruce’s own fond laughter was cut short as a small foot caught him in the jaw, sending him down to the floor. Dick really was improving, that kick packed way more punch than any ten year old should. That was definitely going to bruise.
“That’s what you get,” Dick said through his giggles. He sat up as they slowly petered out, eyeing Bruce’s prone form. “Uh, B? You good?”
Quick as lightning, Bruce shot a hand out to wrap around a tiny ankle. He shot Dick his best evil grin. “Not bad. But you’re going to regret that.”
Dick’s squeaky, childish laughter echoed throughout the Cave once more. 
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Training with Jason was tricky. When he’d first brought Jason to the Manor, they could hardly share a room without Jason bristling. If he made any sudden movements or showed any signs of anger, Jason tensed and shied away as if preparing for a strike, even if he kept up his hissing and spitting and posturing all the while.
It made sparring quite the issue when preparing Jason to take up the Robin mantle. Initially, Bruce thought it might’ve helped if Dick were around more often – Jason always seemed less wary of him, whether it was the fact that they were closer in age or something else, Bruce had no idea – but these days their arguments were explosive and often had Dick not speaking to him for weeks at a time. 
Unfortunately, as it turned out, Dick being present for training only added to the tension. 
“You need to tuck your legs more for that flip.”
“I fucking know–”
“Language, Jason.”
“Yeah, Jason, language.”
“I’ll show you language–”
“Boys!”
The two snapped their mouths shut, glaring at Bruce, and he had to resist the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh. Maybe Bruce should’ve thought through giving Jason the Robin mantle a little more carefully. Maybe it would’ve minimized the sniping by at least some amount.
“Perhaps we should switch to sparring, for now,” Bruce said. “Who wants to go first?”
Jason’s shoulders tightened almost imperceptibly. Unfortunately, due to Dick focusing more on his phone than training, Bruce was the only one to notice.
Dick scoffed. “Yeah, I don’t think so, you big fat cheater.”
Bruce shot Dick a look, but his eyes were still glued to his phone as he lounged across one of the benches. He forced himself to swallow his frustration. He promised Alfred that he’d try his best not to start a fight today – Alfred wanted a family dinner tonight, and Bruce couldn’t deny that the prospect sounded nice.
Bruce led Jason into a spar, both of them tight with tension. Dick split his attention between furiously texting – probably the Teen Titan’s group chat, if Bruce had to guess – and lazily watching their spar. Eventually they managed to settle into a sort of rhythm despite the tension thrumming through them, at least until Bruce brought attention to an open window in Jason’s defense. Of course, he would never hit his children, sparring or not, but instead of the usual controlled tap he would use on Jason, Bruce forgot himself for a moment and delivered a sneaky pinch to Jason’s side.
The squeal that echoed through the Cave’s training grounds got even Dick’s attention, his phone falling smack onto his nose as he fumbled it in surprise. Everyone froze, eyes wide. Jason blinked in Bruce’s direction for a moment before his cheeks flushed bright red, completely detracting from the scowl he twisted his face into.
“I’m not ticklish,” Jason stated, his voice as close to a growl as a pre-pubescent child could get.
It took all of Bruce’s Batman training to fight down his smile. “Of course not. No one said you were.”
Jason crossed his arms over his chest, shuffling his feet. “Good. Because I’m not.”
Dick leaned forward, almost rolling off the bench, a smug smile on his face. Bruce shot him a warning look, and the teasing expression melted into a pout. It seemed as though Bruce wasn’t the only one who got a lecture from Alfred.
“Bruce has always been a dirty cheat,” Dick said instead of whatever taunt he’d cut off. 
Jason turned and blinked at him.
Dick raised his eyebrows. “He’s always been a massive tickle monster.”
“Hey,” Bruce said. “From what I remember, there was a rambunctious little boy who often asked for the tickle monster.”
Dick scowled at him, his own cheeks turning red to match Jason’s. “I did no such thing.” He turned to Jason and shrugged. “He used to do it all the time, he hated pretending to hit me so he always tickled me instead.” His eyes flickered to Bruce for a moment, a smirk growing on his face. “Good thing you’re not ticklish then, huh, Jay?”
“... Right.”
Bruce guided Jason back into the spar. This time, Jason was noticeably looser and more focused. His body still carried some amount of that wary tension, but he was no longer eyeing Bruce like he was a cornered animal. When Jason’s guard slipped again, leaving the same window open, Bruce didn’t hesitate in his attack.
“You need to watch your left,” he instructed, reaching out and squeezing at Jason’s side once more.
Jason let out another loud squeal, making Dick laugh and Bruce fail to shove down another smile. Jason tripped over his own feet as he tried to scramble away and landed on the mat. Bruce followed him down, careful to kneel next to him and leave plenty of openings for Jason to escape if he felt trapped. He wiggled his fingers against Jason’s sides, breaking into a grin at the giggles it produced.
“Bruce!”
Bruce chuckled. “Yes, Jaylad?”
Jason kicked his feet out and curled into a ball as best as he could, but he didn’t roll away from Bruce’s hands or shout at him to stop. Bruce allowed his hands to converge on Jason’s stomach as he uncurled with another kick, earning himself a bout of loud laughter that he’d never heard Jason make before. Jason struggled to thrust a hand out, reaching in Dick’s direction.
“Dick, help me!”
Behind him, Bruce heard the bench shift and the unconscious hums Dick would make when he stretched out his muscles. Then, there was a battle cry and the thudding sound of feet against the training mats.
“I’ll save you, Jay!”
Bruce braced as Dick launched onto his back – DIck definitely wasn’t twelve anymore, and Bruce worried that he’d be feeling that one in the morning – and locked his arms around Bruce’s neck. Jason got a brief reprieve as Bruce flipped Dick over his shoulder, both of them laughing all the while. Dick smacked into the mats next to Jason with a wheeze, and Bruce waited a moment for him to get a breath in before he attacked once more, a set of wiggling fingers for each son.
Dick’s thrashing was chaotic as ever as he cackled, Bruce deciding to be a bit mean and sneak his fingers directly into Dick’s underarm. Jason curled into a giggling little ball once more, jolting as Bruce gently pinched up and down his ribcage.
“B! You asshole!” Dick shrieked.
Bruce laughed. “You brought this on yourself, chum.”
Training with Jason went a lot smoother from then on, and Dick even started coming by more often again – even if it was just to see Jason and avoid Bruce. They never did manage to perfect that double-team attack to get their revenge on Bruce.
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Bruce didn’t think he’d ever escape the guilt he felt over how Tim’s training began. He didn’t think he deserved to either, especially when he would find Tim training on his own, working himself to the point of exhaustion or injury in order to achieve perfection. Now that Bruce was in his right mind and would end their joint training sessions at a more reasonable point, Tim would get frustrated with him and slink off to bury himself in cases instead.
When they sparred, there were no taunting remarks, no dirty tactics designed to draw a laugh out of the Batman, no playfulness as they both began to tire out and call an unofficial end to training. Tim took it all so seriously, and it was all Bruce’s fault. He did this to the boy, and now he had to fix it. He couldn’t rely on Dick to fix all the issues his “emotional constipation” caused, no matter how appealing the idea seemed. 
Unfortunately, Bruce was not good with words, and it’s not like Tim would have been likely to listen to them anyways. Fortunately, he has another idea – it’s what made Jason eventually relax in regards to training, at least. Not that Tim was Jason. He was getting better at not making those comparisons anymore.
Though it was a bit hypocritical for him to condemn, Tim had arrived at training that day already noticeably overworked. His moves were sloppy (though sloppy for a Bat was not the same as sloppy for anyone else) and he was clearly frustrated with own mistakes and shortcomings. Tim was good at keeping a lid on his temper, but Bruce could see the tension in his jaw, the furrow in his brow, the tightness in his lips. They had only been training for a fraction of their normal time before Bruce decided to put his plan into motion, unwilling to let Tim drive himself any further into the ground.
Bruce lunged forward, ducking under a sloppy block, and managed to tackle Tim to the mat, taking extra care to protect Tim’s head and neck. Tim grunted as they hit the mat, but immediately set to squirming away instead of tapping out just as Bruce predicted. Instead of grappling him and letting him get in some practice with breaking holds, Bruce levered himself up and immediately set to vibrating his fingers into Tim’s ribs. Tim yelped and and his squirming increased tenfold, his eyes going wide and shocked.
“Bruce! What are you doing?”
Bruce’s lips quirked up. “Your block was sloppy. I’m just showing you where you need to defend.” Bruce let one hand wriggle into his armpit while the other scurried down to his stomach.
“What are you– Why– What is– Bruce!” Tim’s voice went all high-pitched and warbly as he smacked uselessly at Bruce’s hands, clearly unsure how to even defend himself.
Bruce chuckled, even as his heart ached at Tim’s confusion with affection as simple as tickling. “A little laughter never hurt anyone, Tim. No reason why training needs to hurt.”
Before he could respond, Bruce’s hands jumped up to flutter around his neck and ears, just to see him scrunch up. And scrunch up Tim did, his shoulders jumping up as high as they could while Tim scrabbled for Bruce’s wrists and shook his head in an attempt to dislodge the fingers. Finally, the dam broke and Tim burst into boyish giggles, finally looking and sounding his age for the first time since he showed up and insisted that Batman needed a Robin.
And Tim had been right, Batman had needed a Robin. But it looked like maybe Tim needed a new family. Bruce made a mental note to look into the Drake’s parenting while keeping Tim in his newfound state of giggles. Hopefully after this they could convince Tim to take a nap. And if not, well, Dick had been dying for a movie night. If anyone could get Tim to take a break, it would be him.
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Bruce hadn’t overseen the start of Damian’s Robin training. Instead, that responsibility had fallen to Dick, though he had been wracked with grief and presumed Bruce dead at the time. Now that Bruce was back and prepared to take on the burden of Batman once again, he could see Dick’s teachings in almost every move Damian made, melding carefully with his training from the League of Assassins. But even still, he tackled his training with a single-minded determination that could put Tim or even Bruce himself to shame – that was one thing that had not changed while Bruce was lost in the timestream.
Sometimes, it seemed like one of the only things.
Still, that didn’t mean Bruce was prepared to let Damian overwork himself. He clearly had some hangups from his life in the League, and it didn’t seem as though anyone had worked it through his head that overtraining would only harm him in the long run. Up until now, during their spars, Bruce had used the same gentle taps that he’d used to train all his boys. When the next opening in Damian’s defenses came, Bruce didn’t stop to think about his actions, so used to the years of training with his other sons. He pinched gently at Damian’s exposed ribs, both to bring attention to his weak defense and to start the process of winding training down.
Damian made a startled, choked-off noise and went tense for a brief moment, but he recovered well, swiftly disengaging from Bruce’s attack. He eyed Bruce from the other end of the mat, still balanced on his toes and ready to fight despite the sweat dripping down his brow and the exhaustion Bruce could see pulling at his limbs.
“I expect this sort of behavior from someone as frivolous as Grayson,” Damian said. “But you, Father?”
Bruce allowed the corner of his mouth to tick up. “Who do you think taught it to him?”
“Tt.” Damian sneered. “As I’ve told Grayson numerous times – games such as these have no business on the training mats.” He sniffed. “Plus, I am not a child.”
Bruce stared Damian down, in all his four-and-a-half foot, ten-year-old glory. “Of course not.”
“So we may continue training without any more of this nonsense?”
Bruce allowed a full, broad smirk to cross his face. “If you don’t want to get tickled, don’t get caught.”
Damian’s eyes went wide, and for a moment he truly looked like the young and innocent boy he should have been, but they just as swiftly narrowed in determination as he lowered himself back into a fighting stance. Even as tired as he was, Damian was able to hold his own very well – clearly a skill born of necessity. Hopefully they could convince him to pace himself eventually.
But as skilled as he was, Damian was still just a child. Eventually, he slipped up and Bruce was able to slip under his defenses. A few pokes, prods, and pinches later, Damian was on the ground, red-faced as he tried not to laugh under Bruce’s tickling fingers.
“You know,” Bruce said. “I’m told it’s much better if you just let it out.”
Damian shook his head with a jerk, trying valiantly to escape Bruce’s clutches. Unfortunately for him, Bruce was well-versed in the pinning and tickling of trained child vigilantes. Damian finally broke, kicking out with a childish shriek, when Bruce started pinching the muscles just above his knees. If it were Dick or even Tim, Bruce might’ve started teasing to get into his head and make it tickle that much more. As it was, Bruce thought Damian might bite his head off if he tried. Instead he just grinned wide, chuckling along with Damian’s surprisingly shrill laughter, and kept his cooing about how adorable his son was in his own mind.
Bruce’s attack didn’t last long. He didn’t want to push Damian too far with how exhausted he already was. Not to mention, their relationship was tentative and hesitant enough already, with Damian trying to figure out how he fit with Bruce now after the relationship he had built with Dick. Bruce only kept Damian laughing for a few minutes before releasing him and giving his hair a suitable ruffle, much to Damian’s disdain.
Maybe they’d be able to figure this out after all
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It was rare these days for Bruce’s sons to all be in the Manor at the same time. Rarer still for them to have gathered together on the training mats, what with how many fratricide attempts had passed between the four of them. Bruce had been planning on doing some solo exercise before patrol, but now he found himself on edge as he cautiously approached the Cave’s training area.
Bruce set aside the tape he had grabbed for his knuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Boys.”
“Hey, B!” Dick chirped, grinning from where he hung upside down on one of the pullup bars. “Getting some training in?”
He raised an eyebrow, scanning over the four of them for injuries. “I was intending to.”
Jason scoffed from where he was stretching out on the training mats. He was in nothing but a t-shirt and sweats, the most dressed down Bruce had seen him since he’d come back to them. He wore his leather jacket like a shield these days, especially on the rare occasions he visited the Manor.
“Don’t let us stop you, old man.”
Bruce hummed, turning his gaze to his two youngest. “Tim. Damian.”
“Hi, Bruce.”
“Father.”
Dick flipped off the pushup bar with a flourish. “Up for a spar, Bruce? It’s been a while.”
Bruce scanned over the four boys again, eyes narrowing. “Did you break something?”
They blinked at him.
Dick frowned. “No– B, what?”
“Did someone crash the Batmobile?”
Tim cocked his head. “No?”
“Did–”
“Jesus Christ, B,” Jason groaned. “Is it so hard to believe we can get along for one hour?”
Bruce didn’t answer. Tim snorted.
“Fair.”
“Tt.”
Bruce looked them over for any hidden injuries one last time before he relented, turning back to Dick. “As long as your brothers don’t mind us taking up the space.”
Bruce’s sons vacated the mats, leaving just him and Dick behind. As usual, Dick was a skilled opponent. They hadn’t had much chance to spar recently, the only chance Bruce had to see him fight being out in the field, and he had certainly improved. He’d been doing this almost as long as Bruce after all, it only made sense that he’d be a formidable opponent. 
Eventually, Bruce went in for a grapple. Dick was shorter than he was, and his build much smaller due to his background in acrobatics. It was good for him to practice escaping the grip of someone larger and stronger than he was. Only, Dick’s returning grapple was much sloppier than Bruce remembered it being. He frowned, easily tackling Dick down to the mats.
Like second nature, Bruce’s fingers immediately tickled near one of the openings Dick had left in his defenses. He got little more than a squeaky yelp out of Dick before he was tackled from behind with a roar. It was a move that Jason and Dick had used often in training to mess with him, back when Jason was Robin. Back then, it wound up with both boys on the mats being tickled to pieces. Unfortunately for Bruce, Jason was now much larger and had the benefits of League training making his steps far quieter. Bruce rolled with the attack with a grunt, trying not to crush Dick under their combined weight, and started grappling with Jason instead.
“Getting rusty with age, old man?”
Bruce scoffed, trying not to smile lest he scare Jason off. He couldn’t help but feel like this was progress between the two of them. “Not likely.”
Jason was almost as large as Bruce now and matched him well in strength too, but in the end, Bruce’s experience won out. Just as he started gaining the upper hand, however, Dick launched on top of the both of them. Then Tim. Then Damian. Somewhere along the way, Jason had managed to slip out from under him, adding himself to the top of the pile. Bruce collapsed down to the training mats, pinned under their collective weight.
“That was kind of a sloppy block, Bruce,” Tim said from where he was perched on one of Bruce’s legs.
“Yeah, B, come on,” Dick said. “A mugger isn’t gonna fight fair, you’re gonna have to do better than that.”
Bruce narrowed his eyes at his children. “Boys–”
Jason clucked his tongue. “And no one to save the big, bad Batman.”
Bruce knew where this was going. He probably should’ve expected it honestly, after all those years of tickling his kids to the ground. It certainly wasn’t the first time any of them had sought revenge either, simply the first time they had decided to work together as a group since Bruce was able to take them down easily on their own (or even in duos, he recalled Jason’s Robin days fondly). He was their father, of course he knew what tickle spots would have them cackling on the mats in seconds, tears in their eyes. 
Unfortunately for them, though, Bruce had trained himself out of such reactions long ago – at least to an extent. He was well-versed in burying the sensation, blocking it out until it went away, and he could hold out for quite some time. Probably more than long enough for them to get bored. There was only one weak spot that he’d never been able to block out, but they would never–
Dick gave an evil grin from where he sat on one of Bruce’s arms, reaching out and fluttering fingers behind one of Bruce’s ears. On his other side, Jason chuckled under his breath and did the same.
–Damn it, they brought Alfred into it.
Bruce let out a strangled, high-pitched noise before clamping his lips shut. He shook his head violently, trying to dislodge the tormenting fingers, but his children were nothing if not tenacious.
“Come on, Bruce,” Dick goaded. “It’s so much better if you just let yourself laugh!”
“Yeah, B,” Tim said, his fingers resting on Bruce’s side, seemingly waiting for a signal. “A little laughter never hurt anyone, right?”
“Boys,” Bruce bit out, swallowing around the snickers trying to burst out of his throat. “Cut it out.”
“If you did not want to get tickled, Father, then you should not have gotten caught.”
He raised such little shits. His own revenge for this would be swift and ruthless. The boys didn’t stand a chance. But first, he had to free himself.
Bruce tried to twist his arms out from under Dick and Jason’s weight, the tickling not having weakened him yet thanks to him holding back his laughter. Jason scoffed and added another hand to his tickling against the side of Bruce’s neck, Dick quickly following suit. And unfortunately, with the fingers behind his ears already driving him insane, Bruce had little brainpower left to block out the sensation on his neck.
Bruce broke.
His laughter came out quick, sporadic, and embarrassingly high-pitched. He tried to jerk his head away from the tickling fingers, but with Dick and Jason on either side of him, it was impossible to escape. Not to mention, apparently his laughter was the signal his youngest were waiting for, as after a few moments they both dug into their own respective spots. Tim’s hands spidered and squiggled and dug in around his side and stomach, while Damian began squeezing the muscles just above his knee, tickling around and behind it. It took all of Bruce’s self control to not kick out and throw him off – Damian was still so small, Bruce didn’t want to accidentally hurt him.
His laughter turned loud and booming as his kids switched around their spots, tickling anywhere they could reach. It echoed throughout the training area and into the Cave proper, the bats screeching in discontent as the noise disturbed their slumber.
“Damn, old man, how did none of us know you were this ticklish?”
“There you go, B! Does that tickle? That’s what you get!”
“Sorry, Bruce, but you do kinda deserve this.”
Unsurprisingly, Damian did not add into the teasing. His tickling was vicious enough to make up for it – he clearly paid far too much attention to tactics whenever Bruce or Dick tickled him to the ground. Bruce was oddly proud.
To Bruce, it felt like years before the tickling finally tapered off, though in reality he knew it hadn’t been more than several minutes. His laughter had gone hoarse, his throat and vocal chords far more used to his fake Brucie laugh than anything this genuine for this long. There was sweat dripping down his face and neck, and his muscles ached – his upper body from trying to free himself from his eldest boys, and his legs from keeping himself tense enough that he wouldn’t kick out and injure his youngest two. And embarrassingly enough, tears had gathered in his eyes, though none had managed to fall free just yet. As his boys climbed off him, Bruce could do little more than lay there and gasp for air, pushing down any residual laughter as he tried to compose himself.
“I see the revenge was a success,” Alfred said from the edge of the training mats. There was a water bottle in his hand, chilled and dripping with condensation. Bruce reached for it gratefully.
“Traitor,” he murmured under his breath.
Alfred heard it anyway, based on the unimpressed eyebrow he raised at Bruce. “If I remember correctly, Master Bruce, Master Dick was not the only little boy who ran around asking to play Tickle Monster.”
Heat flooded Bruce’s face as his children burst into laughter around him. He chugged down the water he had been given to hide the fact that he had no retort for that. Still, there was no mistaking the fond smile on Alfred’s face.
After all, a father always knew what tickle spots would take down his kid in seconds.
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titters-and-tingles · 11 months ago
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Hello @fluffyweeby and, happy holidays I believe? I don't celebrate Christmas but I looked it up and apparently it's from December 25th all the way til January 5th! You learn something new every day.
Here's your gift for the @squealing-santa !!
Last Cookie
Fandom- Batman: Wayne Family Adventures
It's a tickle fight between Jason and Dick ^-^!
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When Jason gets back from patrol, all he wants is a sweet treat to take the edge off. The cookie jar had been full this morning, so it was reasonable to assume that there would be some for him now.
No such luck. The jar is sitting out on the table, empty. Beside it is Dick.
He's caught dead, a cookie halfway to his mouth.
They make eye contact.
Dick smiles a disarming smile. "Hey Jason."
Jason smiles back, all teeth. "Dick." He steps forward. "That's the last cookie."
"Sure is. First come, first serve."
"Not when you already ate the whole jar by yourself."
A guilty look crosses Dick's face. And then he stuffs the cookie into his mouth.
Jason raises a single eyebrow.
"Whoops?"
And Jason is pushing up his sleeves and advancing on him. "You're gonna regret that." He gives his fingers a little wiggle for emphasis.
"Don't you even think about it." Dick's backing away, arms raised.
A grin finds its way onto Jason's face. "Ohh, you'd better watch it dickwing."
And the chase is on, Dick darting around the corridors, Jason in quick pursuit.
They pass Alfred, dusting the corner of a large bookshelf, who says: "No running in the halls."
They don't falter.
Dick's making a beeline for the batcave, and Jason is picking up pace. He tackles him down the stairs, and they land in an awkward pile in the ground.
Jason's fingers bury themselves in Dick's sides and he shrieks. "Get ahahaoff of mehehe you maniahac!" He kicks his legs, like he's still trying to run away.
"Should've kept your hands off the cookies, Dick." One of Jason's hands has wiggled its way to Dick's belly, and he lets out startled squeak.
"Weehehehell YOU shohuhuhuld learn tohohoho share!" He says between his giggles.
"Share? Share?" One of the hands jumps into Dick's armpit and he let's out a 'nohohoho' of protest. "You finished them, Dick. You must've eaten like twenty cookies."
"IDIHEEHEDN'T," He bangs his fist against the ground in protest. "IhahahadlikeTWO!"
"Sure," And fingers are wiggling against his neck. Dick scrunches it, to no avail. "Two too many."
Dick yelps out a laugh at the sentence, and then at the way both of Jason's hands are back to kneading at his sides. "C'hohohomohohon!"
Dick's hand latches onto Jason's ankle, and he gives it a sharp yank, knocking him over. As soon as he's free, he scribbles his fingers on Jason's calve.
Jason shouts and tries to kick Dick in the face. Dick ducks it, snickering. "That all you got?"
"Gehehet off of me Dihihihick!" And Jason flips himself over, wiggling his fingers against Dick's neck, who's still clinging to Jason's calve.
"Lehehet gohoho!" Dick squeaks, trying to squirm away but also not let go at the same time.
Jason's face scrunches as he fights back laughter. "Y-hehe-you first!"
"What are you two doing?"
They both glance up to see that Tim was in the entrance of the hall, apparently trying to get past them.
"Dihihick ate ahahahall thehehehe cookies!" Jason tries to kick his leg out of Dick's grip.
"Nohoho I didn't!"
Tim looks between them, before swiftly hiding something behind his back, taking a smooth step backwards. "Can't believe he'd do that, well! I have to go, good luck settling this."
Dick and Jason exchange a look. "What's behind your back, Tim?"
Tim looks between the two of them, makes a split second decision, sticking the thing behind his back into his mouth and bolting.
Quickly, Dick and Jason shove each other off to chase after Tim, shouting after him.
As they pass Alfred, who is still dusting, he says: "No running in the hallways."
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Hope you like it!
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15 under the desk (Chan x reader)
16 drunk sex (Dick/nightwing x reader)
17 mommy (changbin x reader)
18 ghost (Morishige x Ghost!Mayu)
19 dildos (Han x reader)
20 spanking (Chan x reader)
21 face sitting/body worship (Changbin x reader)
22 electrocution (Nightwing x villain!reader)
23 wholesome but bloody (Naomi x Seiko)
24 masked assault (Chan & Felix x reader)
25 somno (Chan x reader)
26 daddy (Dick Grayson x reader)
27 non con (Reader x Chan)
28 master (Nightwing x reader)
29 overstimulation (Felix)
30 knives (Chan x reader) pt1
31 vampire (Chan x reader) pt2
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dcbinges · 6 months ago
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Solo #7 (2005) by Michael Allred & Lee Allred
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morganbritton132 · 2 months ago
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The upside is that if the whole Wayne family is at an event and something crazy happens in the city, you can draw straws to see who gets to leave.
The downside is that your family gets to come up with the reason why you left and Dick just told 1.5 million viewers during a live interview that Tim had to go because he has IBS.
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wwemcumuscleslover · 6 months ago
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Soo there's something about Hank Voight & Jay Halstead realtionship that keep remember the same energy of Batman & Nightwing
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Like Voight been there to him, like a proud father, even when Jay gets a Little stubborn, doing this in his own, but deep down there's this feeling of " That's my boy" inside Hank's head when they finish a hard case..
And Halstead, he may not agreed with Voight metods, but he will always choose The Sargent side of history.
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call-me-oracle · 6 months ago
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barbara gordon in batgirl #11
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atla-confessions · 2 days ago
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The Gaang + extras' favorite Robin
Aang-Jason Todd(Aang is so Robin!Jason-coded)
Katara-Dick Grayson(they kin eachother fr fr)
Sokka-Tim Drake(pretty obvious)
Toph-Helena Wayne(pretentious ahh)
Zuko-Duke Thomas and Maps Mizoguchi(they remind him of Aang)
Suki-Matt Mcginnis(just fits!)
Jet-Stephanie Brown(rebel recognizes rebel)
Azula-Jason Todd(in a lesbian way)
Mai-Says it's Jason Todd but it's actually Stephanie Brown
Ty Lee-Damian Wayne(he's so cutie pie to her)
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smashpages · 8 months ago
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Nightwing #113 (DC, April 2024) variant cover by Jim Lee
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wwprice1 · 7 months ago
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BTAS Babs, Dick, and Tim by Craig Rousseau, Terry Beatty, and Lee Loughridge.
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oh-anything · 1 month ago
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‘Vampire’ - Day 3 prompt from Mab’s Drawlloween Club 2024
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punkeropercyjackson · 7 months ago
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'Let men be masculine' is a tonedeaf and all around stupid take for obvious reasons but also because when have y'all ever been in a fandom where there was a canonically feminine male character who didn't get turned into a stereotypical guy and redesigned to look like a pro-wrestler if he's extra unlucky because straight/cis girls and certain white gays are scared of faggots.They can't even handle Percy Jackson and they call Avatar Aang slurs
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dcbinges · 6 months ago
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aflamboyanceofflamingos · 13 days ago
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Batfam and how I think their D&D play style aligns with various members of Naddpod and Dimension 20~
Tim - Brian Murphy/Brennan Lee Mulligan: Perpetual DM, but as a player appears to be the only thing keeping the game on track while actually causing half of the chaos (ie. Riz jumping into the corn monsters butthole in the 2nd episode, the existence of Jens and Deadeye, and that one badass scene from Misfits and Magic)
Dick - Caldwell Tanner: Goofs. Just so many goofs.
Steph - Emily Axford: "One of the best D&D players in the world, endlessly creative, so fun to play with. She was also sent from hell to kill me." - Brennan Lee Mulligan
Jason - Ally Beardsley: The dice really do tell a story (both the good and bad)
Duke - Siobhan Thompson/Lou Wilson: the kind of person that just exudes their character so well to a point that it gives me whiplash when I start watching a new campgain they're in
Damian - Lou Wilson: Their interactions with the DM playing as a member of their backstory will make you cry
Bruce - also Brian Murphy and Brennan Lee Mulligan, but spefically when they're playing as Balinor or Gilear + Jake Hurwitz: This man plays pathetic so well + a level of cringe fail that’s practically impossible to reach
Cass - Zac Oyama: Can absolutely ruin a scene with one line (pos) + play seemingly simply charaters that just suck you in so well
A D&D timbern fic I wrote if this concpet intrigues you:
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