#make batfam jersey

[mossfrg]

Jersey Gotham

Okay as someone born and raised in Jersey, I feel like we as a fandom are missing out on truly Jersey-ified Gotham. Like, c’mon, Jersey Girl Brucie Wayne??? So here I am to present a list of things I need more of because god damn it make Batfam— mostly Bruce, Jason, Tim, Steph, and Duke— Jersey (all based on my own personal experiences/real things that have happened to me):

Bruce cannot pump his own gas. He just. Doesn’t know how to. It’s not like a rich person thing, he just never learned cause he’s from fucking Jersey and never leaves Gotham. Jason didn’t know how and Talía lost her shit “How??? You are child superhero??? Who died and spontaneously came back??? But you can’t pump gas??” Tim kinda knows cause of Titans but again, he never really had to. (There’s a Twitter threaded dedicated to the Wayne family titled “is this rich or Jersey”). Steph and Duke can but they both pretend not too.

There have been fist fights over whether it’s pork roll or taylor ham. Jason and Bruce are very adamantly pork roll like the good Southern Jersey boys they are— it’s the one thing they can agree in most days— but Tim is taylor ham. Steph and Duke, despite being South Jersey, like to cause chaos and flip sides constantly. Dick, Damian, and Cass couldn’t care less.

The Absolute Hatred of New York/NYC. Doesn’t matter which kid it is, Bruce (and Alfred) got them all on board with this. Don’t even get them started on the Statue of Liberty; it’s a Wayne family tradition to try and buy it from NY because technically it’s more in NJ than NY and it’s closer too. They’ve yet to be successful but Bruce has hope for when it’s Damian’s turn.

And bc of this hatred of NYC comes the support of Philly!! None of them are super big sport fans, but they do cheer for Eagles, 76ers, and Union. Bruce, thanks to Alfred, is a big fan of soccer (“it’s football, master Bruce, I didn’t raise you in a barn”), and is a member of the Sons of Ben. He can be found in the River End of the stadium with Jason cheering for Union at pretty much every home game. There are multiple videos of Brucie Wayne and Jason Wayne screaming at refs, launching fireworks off the roof, and cursing out opposing teams’ players. Duke and Tim can be found 76ers games, while Steph frequents Eagles games.

Accents. Pls for the love of god give those boys (and Steph) accents. They are from New Fucking Jersey. They say “cawfee” and “tawlk.” They pronounce 0% of their t’s in the middle of words— kitten is ki’en, Trenton is tren’in. Jason and Steph drop letters when they gets pissed, Bruce slurs words, Duke and Tim drop passive-aggressive “y’all’s” to piss people off.

Driving. Now it’s not that they’re shit drivers, it’s that everyone else is a shit driver, and it’s not helped that majority of them learned to drive in the Batmobile. Steph has a loudspeaker on her car and frequently yells “fucking Pennsylvania turn your goddamn blinker on!” while driving. Bruce has a room in the manor dedicated to his speeding tickets. Tim as gotten into multiple fists fights at lights because people were driving slow in the fast lane. Jason is infamous for doing the Jersey Slide.

Jason, Tim, and Steph have gotten mugged before. They talked their way out of it and gave tips to the mugger. Bruce has kicked a rabid raccoon while walking home before because what else was he supposed to do? Duke has ordered a “pork roll egg and cheese on an everything” before in Not-Jersey and cried because they don’t have it. Several foreign benefactors of WE have asked for translators at meetings with Brucie cause Brucie’s accent is so thick and exaggerated. IN CONCLUSION: making Batfam (and gotham) Jersey is funny as hell and presents so many good opportunities. Make Batfam Jersey! (again these are all just my personal experiences, big state yada yada, different experiences, blah blah idgaf I jsut need batfam fist fighting over pork roll)

[melon-cat-cult]

Batfam as stuff said at work

Part 2

*Damian randomly looking over at Tim with just complete disgust*

*Tim who was just on his phone doing nothing*

Tim: the fuck did I do?

***

* baby!Jason saying something so heavily accented that it makes zero sense*

Baby!Jason: that was proper English right

*dick and Bruce look at each other*

Dick: it was english ?

Baby!Jason: I do English good

Bruce: we're gonna need to get this boy a tutor

***

*bruce sitting in the batcave while baby!dick runs around, dick starts giggling*

Bruce: chum I cant see you, what are you doing your giggling sounds creepy

Baby!Dick: *louder giggling*

***

*Duke making a small mistake and then freaking out*

Tim: damn your ass is gonna get fire

Duke: Dude I am not!

Tim: you never know

***

Steph: your ass is going back to the orphanage

Dick: ???

***

*Cass and Damian watching someone do something so stupid and look at each other as the person leaves to just start giggling*

[one-hit-boy-wonder]

The batfam be like. This is my sister Kaz-anne-draw.

[scootatwoni]

batman and the batfam's driving escapades are so much funnier with the context that Gotham city is in new jersey

robin does this first jersey slide and Bruce is sosososososo proud

[mimiii-3]

For a bit more a fluffy au, I like to imagine that Batsib!reader, instead of sabotaging, just like leaves the manor and because genuinely no one cares (not Alfred or Darling) literally no one notices. Whilst that doesn’t sound fluffy, I think it’d really help with their healing.

They’ve already basically wasted all their life on their family, some of which they are literally related to (Bruce and Damian) just to see someone else loved, cherished and obsessed over.

In this case, I can imagine Batsib leaving Gotham and moving, maybe to the west coast (because Gotham is in New Jersey which is the west coast and starting anew. Maybe even starting a family of some kind, whether it’s a found family with friends or even taking in their own.

Cute idea!

…

Saboteur: Good Life

Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Neglected Reader

Notes: fluff

…

What if batsib moves on from the family…

🦇 - while leaving your family would hurt, you knew it was necessary for your health

🦇 - you boldly made the cross country journey all the way from Gotham to Gateway City

🦇 - you drove for hours, slept at a hotel, and ate all sorts of fast-food

🦇 - you repeated this process for about a week and a half before arriving at your destination

🦇 - the city was so full of life it mesmerized you

🦇 - your apartment was small but it would work just fine

🦇 - you worked at a nearby diner and painted murals as a side hustle

🦇 - you started going to night school to earn your degree

🦇 - you made friends with your classmates and went out for ice cream after exams

🦇 - sometimes you would go thrifting after your shift at the diner

🦇 - you started to sell your paintings

🦇 - they eventually began to make enough money so that you could quit working at the diner and focus on your art

🦇 - after some time, you opened a small art supplies shop

🦇 - you spent most of your time taking care of the shop and getting to know the other small business owners nearby

🦇 - you moved into a condo that shared a wall with an elderly woman

🦇 - she caught you listening to her playing the cello and invited you inside

🦇 - your friendship with her was wholesome and she began to join you for holiday dinners

🦇 - she has deemed herself your honorary grandma and bakes you cookies

🦇 - your honorary grandma and friends from class often visit your shop and chat with you

🦇 - when the busy day is over, you walk behind your shop and down a sandy stairway

🦇 - the stairway drops you off on the beautiful beach next to your business

…

You walk across the soft sand to the edge of the water. The clear ocean water laps against your feet and you curl your toes into the sand.

You place your hands on the lower part of your spine and lean back. Your back cracks in relief and you stretch your aching limbs.

The sunset turns the distant water into an orange mirror that reflects the blinding light of the sun. The sea breeze clears your senses and whips lightly against your face.

Your body relaxes and you take a good look around. It’s all yours. Not really, but it practically is.

The beach, the people you meet, the paintings you sell, the streets you walk…they’re all yours. This is your life and you can’t help but smile at the thought of it.

You know it may not be a life full of manors and vigilantes but it doesn’t have to be. Instead you live your life full of love and that’s enough for you.

…

Extra notes: happy ending?!

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[incorrectbatfam]

Which TV shows or sitcoms do the Batfam guest star in?

(I'm a 2010s girlie if you can't tell)

Selina has a one-episode subplot as a prisoner in Orange Is The New Black where she acts like she's going to try and make a daring escape just to mess with everyone else

Luke appears in the background of a large gathering or party in Black-ish but the characters are too busy with the storyline to notice until the end when they realize it's legendary MMA fighter Luke Fox, except he's just there for the food

Bette would be one of the extras in The Good Place whose entire role is to give people the wrong frozen yogurt toppings while acting like the absolute nicest person who got into the "Good Place" for saving an endangered goat species

Alfred is a customer just doing his shopping amidst the Superstore chaos. He just occasionally appears throughout the episode and when they're like "You're still here?" he unfurls a comically long shopping list

Barbara appears in New Girl as an HR worker at Schmidt's place of work, where she slows him down with pointless bureaucratic procedures when he's trying to get something done quickly

Bruce would appear as a prospective business client in The Office and offers to buy Dunder Mifflin until he gets a tour of the place as it's literally going up in flames

Harper would be sitting in the back of the classroom in Community interjecting with her side commentary until the characters realize she doesn't even go there

Damian would be a student in Abbott Elementary who starts doing the teacher's jobs, and when the school tries to call home, he poses as his own guardian with a costume and voice training

Cass is a part-time cashier who gets hired on the spot at Kim's Convenience but quits after one day not because of the characters or storyline, but because she was just bored

Dick appears in Brooklyn Nine-Nine as a New Jersey police officer working an interstate case, and him and Jake competing for the spotlight and recognition can be summed up by "oh my God, there's two of them"

Jason also appears in the same Brooklyn Nine-Nine episode as the main suspect, and the whole joke is that he keeps insisting he and Dick know each other (being irl brothers) while Dick is like "I've never seen this man in my life"

Carrie guest stars in Parks and Rec as a very passionate (and very annoying) lone teenage activist with a picket sign who won't leave the characters alone until they hear out her (very valid) concerns

Cullen appears in Psych as another "psychic" racing against Shawn to solve a case, but really he just knows how to get the evidence he needs from social media faster than surveying the actual crime scene

Helena plays a substitute teacher in Derry Girls who keeps insisting that the characters do a dumb assignment that actually makes sense in the end

Tim briefly makes a cameo in Cobra Kai at one of the karate tournaments, where he plays a competitor from a dojo that's not part of the main cast

Kate appears in Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt for a minute as the characters trying to get someplace urgently, and she has a car or something they want to borrow but she's just like "uh, no, I don't know you"

Duke plays a tutor in Modern Family where the episode centers on school, and the session consists of him just trying to do his job while everyone else keeps interrupting

Steph cameos in Scrubs as a know-it-all med student who keeps trying to point out that a character is making a (harmless) mistake, only to get shut down until it happens and she's just like "that's what I was trying to tell you"

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, brief mentions of violence, hospitals, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 5. Bat-man?

The next few days are a drag, constant visits from the man and his gaggle of kids between tests and physical therapy. You're getting better about dropping silverware having to rely on what little information trickles in from the visits and the staff, you've found out more about Gotham City, apparently you're in New Jersey? The city happens to have a thriving elite community and just so happens to have the highest crime rate in the country. Great. you've started telling yourself It's like a mission you and nat went on nineteen years ago, you pretended you were a couple looking to adopt so you could get close to the adoption agencies lead chairman who was running a crime syndicate with the children.

The air here smells, you'd convinced a nurse to bring you outside after days of asking, claiming you wanted fresh air. they'd hesitated and hmmed and hawed and delayed enough that you were convinced you were held in a hydra facility rather than a hospital, but then they relented. under the condition that you stayed in a wheelchair so as not to stress your muscles, the two security guards that followed you were a bit much. now as you look around you think the nurse just didn't want you breathing in the smog.

It's dark enough out, the glow of skyscraper lights gives you enough of a view to tell you that you're actually in a city and not in some secure faculty in the mountains. Police sirens wail from multiple directions down below and ambulances occasionally careen into the lot and you even faintly hear the occasional shout, this place is surprisingly normal despite the situation you're in. ignoring the men watching you you lean towards the edge of your seat and glance down at the streets, there aren't a lot of people out, strange.

Glancing down at your lap you're reminded of your sticky situation, you're stuck in an injured and weak body that doesn't feel like yours, and you apparently have a family. At this point you've started to accept that whatever you are isn't your earth. Speaking of you can see a lit up billboard in the distance with his face on it, your eyes narrow as you study the airbrushed looking sign. “Wayne enterprises” it doesn't surprise you that it's named after him, he seems more and more like Stark the more you hear about him.

The shuffling of feet behind you alerts you, the security guards are leaving, the hair on the back of your neck stands. you don't have to look behind you to know there's a new party watching. Damn this city and it's fucking vigilantes.

A hand lands on the handle of your wheelchair, you swing your elbow, nearly catching a covered face before they hastily block and slide in front of you as they push you back into your seat. And then they…. Squat down? Hands up placatingly as they put themselves in your line of sight.

“easy, you're not in danger.”

The voice is deep, forcedly so. Apparently a huge fan of the color black. The ears on the mask nearly make you laugh, this must be the bat-man red Robin and the staff's talked about.

“What is it with you people creeping up on me, I'm starting to feel targeted.” You spit out as you cross your arms and lean back in the wheelchair, you're subtly thinking about whether you could kick him hard enough to shove him off the roof. He looks sturdy, it'd be difficult from the chair.

He doesn't react, just lowers his hands once he's sure you're not gonna swing at him out of fear. “I'm sorry for scaring you, you're not targeted by the heroes i promise, i just wanted to fill you in on the trial. Your attackers been found guilty today.”

That catches your attention, attacker? Everyone had been walking on glass around you, tiptoeing around the subject of how you supposedly wound up in the hospital here. “….. Tell me more.”

🔹🔹🔹

The man sits on the ledge in front of you, one knee pulled to his chest with his elbow resting on it. Somehow you'd wound up with the cape in your lap as a blanket was Thor's cape detachable? he's…chattier than you thought he'd be, the mask thing hides much of his face so it's hard to read him but he sends to have warmed up to you quickly while telling you the story.

“…so at what point did the ‘fear gas’ happen? Before or after i got butstocked in the head?”

“After, the young Wayne boy covered your face with a handkerchief but you'd already been dosed. You're lucky it didn't do worse, some people don't recover from a two hit combo like that.” he looks away, glancing down at the street for a moment.

“The young…. Damian right? I met him yesterday…or should i say i was reintroduced to him?”

Tilting your head back you sigh, putting on an air of tired incredulity, not that it's entirely fake. At least you're getting some concrete information now, attacked at some charity event with your ‘family’, some Mafia type guys got too aggressive with the youngest two and you tried to jump in, ending up with a metal butstock to the temple and got hit with some kind of hallucinogenic gas? You'll worry over the specifics later.

“Yes…i believe that's his name. How do you…feel about that? Meeting children you don't remember. A family That's strangers to you…” he shifts, stretching his leg out and leaning forward with both elbows on his knees, his attention solely on you.

You hum, thinking the question through as you glance at distant skyscrapers for a moment. What would an amnesiac say?

“…it's strange, imagine an adult stranger calling you dad or mom, i don't know anything about those people, their stories, their interests, and the billionaire husband thing…i don't even know if I'm some…arm candy trophy spouse or what that situation is like.”

The hero nods slowly, his hands clasping together and interlocking as he studies you.

“…. I'll say that, Bruce Wayne seemed genuinely distraught, when you were being wheeled out of the gala….i don't know him that well, but i think he genuinely cares about you and respects your marriage. He was willing to ditch the bachelor life for you after all, so maybe there's genuine connection there?”

“we'll see about that.” You shrug, shivering slightly despite the cape in your lap. It's cold up here this late at night.

“Let's get you back inside, you're immunocompromised enough as is right now.” He stands, striding closer and grabbing the handles of your wheelchair and turning you away from the edge of the building.

🔹🔹🔹

By the time Bruce makes it back to the cave it's nearly three, the engine rumbles idly as he sits in the front seat lost in thought. They were…. Different again, just like Tim said. Though they seemed more genuine to him, more open about how they're feeling. It makes sense, he tells himself. They were suddenly thrust into a life they don't remember, of course they're struggling. The whole family is.

He cuts the engine and climbs out of the batmobile, he was gonna do more work tonight…. He just couldn't stop himself once they started talking, the plastic smile off their face, the relief in their body language, How they looked with his cape wrapped around them. He walks past the training areas and the med bay, finding the bat computer chair isn't empty.

“Tim?” He pulls his cowl off as he approaches, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“B, you're early.” He hardly looks up, energy drink and cola cans decorate the desk around him like some frat boys dorm decorations, Tim's eyes are glued to the screens, going over toxicology reports.

“Not that early, i was…busy. anything new?” Bruce leans over to get a look at the screens, his right elbow resting on the back of the desk chair.

“did you know that some studies suggest that gingko biloba, one of the oldest living tree species, may be very beneficial to people with memory issues including short term memory and dementia and Alzheimer's?” Tim rattles off like he practiced his lines, only briefly glancing away from the screens in front of him to glance up at Bruce with what Bruce can only guess is an attempt to look reassuring.

“That's interesting…. Still nothing on the fear gas. I take it?”

Tim sags, wiping a hand over his (bloodshot) eyes as he goes back to scrolling. “No. It's just regular old fear gas it seems. LSD, epinephrine, PCP and fear toxin.”

Bruce straightens up and sighs, running a hand through his hair again. “Well…good work chum. At least we know for sure what we're looking at here.” He pats Tim's shoulder heavily and turns to leave the cave to trudge up to his office, but hesitates for a second. “Tim?”

Tim perks up slightly, swiveling in the chair to face Bruce. “Hmm?”

“Go to bed.”

🔹🔹🔹

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 193

Once again I put forth cryptid batfam. But with a Marvel crossover. Because why not. 

See Gotham isn’t really talked about by the others in the US. The other cities ignore, ignore, ignore as best they can manage, pretending that if they don’t see it, it doesn’t exist. 

That being said, they aren’t completely oblivious to it either. Oh they don’t believe the tales and whispers that come out of the place, because if they were true surely someone would have done something. But they are aware of things like Wayne Industries or Drake Enterprises, right up there with Stark’s. 

Both of which are based within Gotham, though have plenty of things outside the dreadful city as well. Now the Drake couple were constantly seen at galas outside of New Jersey before their tragic demise, but the Waynes? Never once have they been seen outside their city for a single Gala. 

Which makes this invite that one Tony Stark get to one of the Gotham Galas incredibly surprising. Suspiciously so actually, but he has the option for a couple plus ones. His team might be interested- Shield definitely would, seeing as Gotham is a complete blackout on their files. And from his hacking he’s discovered that any information gathering attempts of theirs have failed. 

But really, how bad can it be, it’d only be a couple days after all.

…

Okay what is that fucking thing on top of the building-

[smileyallthetime77]

What do you think about a Reader who is an alien, who looks like a human except they are stronger and have more stamina than humans, but nothing else? It's up to you whether you choose Batfam or Superfam

Reader's spaceship was on its way back to its home planet but was unfortunately damaged by a solar storm while passing by Earth. They were forced to make an emergency landing. Reader's appearance is quite childish. Next to Reader is a robot that can turn invisible and fight, as well as transform into a motorbike to help them travel on any terrain, even in the air. They are a programmer, hacker and gamer.

Possibly Yandere!Batfam x Fem!Alien!Reader

Words: 3,558

Characters: 19,347

Warnings: Death, Cuts, and a bit of kidnapping.

The clicking sound of buttons disrupted you from your thoughts. You turned your head back to see why it was doing that. Core was staring at the ceiling messing around with them. Core was your robot. It wasn’t real so you didn’t feel the need to give its name much thought.

The only reason you had come to earth was for some stupid school project. The teacher instructed you to retrieve an object, figure out its use, and when you arrived back, explain to your peers what it was used for.

When you first arrived on earth your object was called a “key”. With your very short trip, you had figured out it was used to unlock things. Doors, cars, etc. What you didn’t know was that taking keys from someone’s house was not ‘okay’. You had barely made it back to your ship with men in blue uniforms chasing after you.

Once back on your ship and ready to return home you had noticed little specks flying towards your ship.

Your ship’s proximity alarm began to blare as the specks neared your ship.

The specks made dents in your ship and you knew you couldn’t move around them.

It was time to make a choice: stay and wait to see what the specks were or get moving. You chose the latter option and took your ship into hyper-speed, but the specks kept up with you.

As much as you hated Earth, it wasn’t worth your life to risk being killed in space.

You prepared for an emergency landing on an abandoned piece of land. Your ship came crashing down through the forest and rolled to a stop. Once the smoke cleared up, you could see everything in the area was dark except for the small fires caused by your ship’s crash.

The last little blip you heard from the navigator on your ship was, “Landed. Gotham, New Jersey, United States of America”.

You grabbed the key and any of your belongings and climbed out of your ship. Your ship might not have been fully damaged but it was enough for the engines to shut down.

You crawled out of the ship trying your best not to place any weight on any glass. You managed to avoid a few pieces but you still had some cuts and bruises on your arm and legs.

You got off the ship and stood up trying to assess your surroundings in the darkness. The only thing you could see was the small fires from where your ship crashed.

You saw Core standing out of the ship.

He was standing up not too far, and surprisingly still in perfect condition. He started to scan the area. He then turned his head from side to side before finally making eye contact with you.

“Core, come on”.

Core slowly took steps towards you, but stopped halfway. He turned his head again to scan the area once more.

He seemed to be looking at something, but from where you were standing, you couldn’t see a thing.

“Core, I said let’s go”.

He turned to look at you and then back into the trees, but remained in the same spot. It was like he was waiting for something or for something to happen.

“Core-“.

He was still staring out in the trees and you were growing impatient. You took a step forward but stopped when you heard a rustle in the trees.

A wolf knocked Core down, but it immediately fought back against the beast. They scrapped around and you could hear the sounds of crashing through the forest and Core’s robotic grunts.

Core managed to scare the wolf away, but it remained slumped against a tree smoking and sparking. It looked to be on the verge of breaking down completely. The lights in its eyes dimmed as he lay motionless on the ground.

Your robot was down for good. All that was left was the sound of the crackling fire.

You knew you couldn’t restore him. You departed from the ship and the remains of Core.

You left your ship behind and began walking in a random direction hoping you’d eventually find some civilization.

You walked quietly, hoping not to attract the attention of more wildlife. The silence was deafening while the darkness surrounded you.

You kept walking until you began to hear a sound in the distance. It was a soft humming noise at first and then it soon grew louder.

It sounded like an engine, which meant people. You picked up the pace, rushing closer to the sound hoping it was someone who could help.

The further you walked ahead, the more noise you heard. The humming noise didn’t stop, but you were hearing faint voices as well.

You quickly rushed over to where the sound was coming from and found cars going by.

You had reached the end of the woods and entered into a road. You could see what looked like bright lights coming from the distance. The trees of the forest blocked the view but you could see multiple cars driving past.

You quickly sprinted to the road. After looking both ways you quickly sprinted across the street. There, were humongous buildings.

You reached the other side of the road and could now see just how big the buildings were. These types of buildings weren't as common on your planet. All of them lit up with bright lights, and there were more people there than you expected to see.

Your presence did seem to catch some people's attention as you got a few weird looks from strangers. Some people stopped and stared while others just continued to walk past, minding their own business.

Eventually, you stopped one of them.

You stopped a man who was passing by. He had been on his phone before you stopped him, but his eyes were now on you.

“Do you know where I can find medical stuff?”.

The man was confused by the question but took a moment to think before answering, “Uh, you can find some around the next block. There's a pharmacy down the street.”

“Thank you”, you said before quickly walking off to the ‘Pharmacy’.

The man continued on his way while you started walking towards the pharmacy. It didn't take long to reach your destination as you could see the sign from afar.

It was a small building compared to others around it, but there were still quite a few people entering and exiting the place.

As you got closer to the building, you saw a man walk out carrying two bags full of stuff.

You walked into the building and went up to a desk where an old woman was working.

The old woman looked up from her computer and greeted you, “Hello, how can I help you?”

“Where can I get some bandages?”

The woman pointed towards an aisle, “You can find some bandages right down that aisle there.”

“Thank you”, you said trotting over.

You went down the aisle and picked up a large roll of bandages, a box of gauze, antibiotic ointment, scissors, and a few other first aid supplies.

You shoved them all in your hand and then walked out of the store.

No one seemed to notice that you were stealing things, even the old woman at the front desk who helped you didn’t notice. You managed to leave the store without paying.

You walked out of the ‘Pharmacy’ without getting caught and looked around at the people passing by on the street. It seems like you were blending in quite well, so you continued to stand near the building trying to figure out what to do next.

You sat down on the ground and began organizing everything you took from the pharmacy. There was a large pack of bandages, a roll of gauze, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, scissors, and antibiotic ointment.

Suddenly a loud thud came from beside you. You jolted and looked up to see a figure in all black standing less than a meter away from you. It looked like a man, all dressed in black armor and a cape.

You began to rap your arm, “Can I help you?”

The man stared down at you, with a cold look before finally replying, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

The man tilted his head as if he was analyzing your movements. Then, he spoke again, “Stealing.”

You had heard that word before. When you got the keys from that house! “Well, it’s not like I can bleed out. It’s for a good cause”.

The man raised an eyebrow, “What good cause is there for stealing medical supplies?”

“Not dying”.

The man didn’t respond. He just stood there with a neutral expression on his face like he was deep in thought processing what you just told him.

He looked you up and down before eventually speaking again, “Why are you so banged up? Did you get into a fight?”

“No”.

The man gave you a skeptical look, “If you didn’t get into a fight, how did you get all those cuts and bruises?”

“I fell”.

“And where exactly did you fall from?” The man questioned, his eyes still analyzing your every movement.

“A tree”.

The man’s expression changed like he was now confused, “A tree?”

“Yeah”.

The man still seemed unconvinced and took another look at you, “Why were you climbing a tree to begin with?”

“I was helping a cat”.

The man narrowed his eyes like he didn’t believe you. He didn’t seem like an untrustworthy kind of person, but you could tell that he was suspicious of you.

He took another glance over you, observing your appearance before asking, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n”.

The man was now taking a look at the things you laid on the ground, “So Y/n, you need bandages for all those cuts?”

“Yeah”.

He knelt beside you but still kept a distance between you two. He examined the scratches on your arms, “The cuts don’t look too bad, but they are pretty deep. Have you had them treated yet?”

“I’m trying to”.

“You don’t have someone else to help you?” The man inquired, still studying the scratches on your arms.

“No”.

The man’s expression didn’t change, but he had a look of slight concern. He then let out a sigh, “Here, let me help you.”

The man shuffled closer to you and began unraveling the roll of gauze, “Hand me your arm, and keep it still.”

You slowly extended your arm to the man, keeping it as steady as possible. The man started to wrap the gauze around your arm, careful not to apply too much pressure.

“Is it too tight?” The man asked, continuing to slowly wrap the gauze around your arm.

“No”.

“Good”, he replied as he finished wrapping the bandage around your arm before securing it in place. He then reached for the pack of bandages and started to tear one open, “Give me your other arm.”

You lifted your other arm and held it out to him. The man slowly wrapped another bandage around your other arm, his hands moving quickly and precisely like a professional who had done this many times before.

“There, that’s done”, he said as he secured the bandage in place. He then took a look at your legs, “You have any cuts on your legs?”

“A few”, you said rolling up your pant leg.

The man glanced down at your legs where the cuts were. He grabbed another roll of bandages and said, “Lift your leg for me.”

The man glanced down at your legs where the cuts were. He grabbed another roll of bandages and said, “Lift your leg for me.”

You lifted your leg and held it in place. The man began to tightly wrap the bandage around your leg, making sure it wasn’t too tight but tight enough to stop the bleeding.

He secured the bandage and then said, “Can you lift your other leg?”

You lifted your other leg so that he could wrap it with another bandage. The man followed the same procedure as the last time to make sure the bandage was secure but not too tight.

“Alright, all finished”, he said as he secured the last bandage on your leg. He leaned back and examined his work before looking at you, “That should do it.”

He studied your face for a moment, “You sure you didn’t get into a fight? You’ve got a pretty nasty cut on your cheek.”

“The ground's fault”, you shrugged.

The man’s expression showed that he was slightly amused by your answer, “Looks like the ground hates you then. It left quite the cut.”

“Why don’t you come back with me? I have some food and I can locate your family after”, he suggested.

You sat quietly for a moment, contemplating his offer. You hadn’t planned on staying anywhere, but you could use some food. You were hungry.

“Why not?”, you said standing up.

The man stood up as well and took a good look at you. He then nodded and started walking away from your spot. He stopped and looked over his shoulder gesturing for you to follow him.

“Come on then.”

You followed him as he led you out of the alley. There were still a few people walking by and it was getting darker as the sun started to set. They all gave the two of you confused looks.

Eventually, you both reached a car.

The man approached the passenger door and opened it for you, “Get in.”

You obeyed his order and climbed into the passenger seat. The man closed the door walked around to the other side of the car and climbed into the driver’s seat.

He started the car and began driving away from the area you were in before. The ride was mostly silent, you could tell he wanted to ask a question but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

The man parked the car in front of a gigantic house and turned off the engine. He quickly got out of the car and then came over to the passenger side and opened your door, “Here we are”.

You were in awe when you saw the house and the size of it. You also notice that no other houses were near this one, it was the only one that stood in the area.

The man shut the car door and started leading you towards the house. Upon reaching the door, the man pulled out a key and unlocked it. He pushed open the door, holding it open for you to enter.

The inside of the house was just as big as the outside. It was well-furnished with expensive-looking furniture and decorations. The man closed the door behind you.

A butler met you at the door. He had a pair of white clothes in his hand and handed them to you.

The butler was a well-dressed middle-aged man with a professional aura about him. He didn’t seem fazed by your appearance even though you looked a mess. The butler spoke with a serious tone as he extended the clothes towards you, “Please put these on.”

“Where can I change?”, you questioned him.

The butler gestured towards a door down a hallway, “You can change in the bathroom just down that hall.”

You took the clothes from the butler and made your way to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, you change out of your old dirty clothes into new ones. It was quite nice, the clothes were soft and comfortable.

You looked down at the clothes and noticed how simple it was. Just a plain white shirt and pants. No colors or designs at all. It may not have looked interesting, but it was comfortable to wear.

You walked out of the bathroom and the man, who was now out of his cape thingy led you to a dining room where ten people were already sitting. Plus the butler in the kitchen.

You followed the man through the house and into the dining room where the others were. There were eleven people seated at the table, each one dressed nicely and looking important. There was also the butler in the kitchen, quietly observing the group.

The man guided you over to an empty seat towards the end of the table and pulled out the chair for you. You sat down and looked at the people surrounding you. All of their eyes were on you, looking at you up and down. They studied your appearance as if they were analyzing every detail about you.

One of the men sitting across from you leaned forward and spoke, his eyes still studying you, “Who exactly is our guest?”

“Y/n”, you answered.

The man raised an eyebrow and nodded his head, “I’m Dick. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He went around in a circle, “Well this is Kori, my girlfriend”, he pointed to everyone after that, “Jason, Tim, Steph, Duke, Barbara, Cass, Kate, and Damian. This is Bruce”, he said mentioning to the guy who was previously in the cape suit.

Everyone at the table looked at you with a mix of interest and curiosity, especially Damian who had a neutral expression on his face.

Bruce was sitting at the end of the table, silently observing you. He seemed to be deep in thought, almost as if he was analyzing your every move.

Kori, the girl with the red hair, eyes are a little bit.

Kori had a soft smile on her face as she glanced over at you, her eyes seemed to be studying your appearance. She didn't say anything at first, but her eyes were fixed on you as if she was trying to figure something out.

She then whispered something to Dick who whispered it to Damian. Damian kept a neutral face as he spoke to Bruce, “Kori la connaît. Elle est à peu près sûre qu'elle vient d'une planète qui a envahi les autres. Elle pense qu'il est préférable que nous la gardens dans la salle disablement” (Please don’t look up the French translation until after that story :))

Bruce's expression changed as he listened to Damian's whispers. He looked at you for a moment, studying your appearance and behavior, then turned his gaze to Kori.

"Are you sure?", He asked Kori.

Kori had nodded.

Bruce looked back at you again, his expression serious. He seemed to be deep in thought, weighing the decision in his head.

He spoke again, his tone firm, "After you finish eating, Kori is going to show you something".

The table was quiet after Bruce spoke. No one said anything, everyone was just looking at you. You could feel the tension in the air, the others at the table were anticipating your reaction.

“Okay”, you said taking a bite of the solid food on your plate.

Everyone continued to eat their food in silence. The only sounds were the clanking of silverware against plates and the soft murmurs and whispers between the group.

Some were sneaking glances at you while trying to act nonchalant, a few were paying close attention to your every move.

You continued to eat your meal, feeling the weight of their gazes on you. It made you a little uncomfortable, but you tried to ignore it and focus on your food.

After a few minutes, Kori spoke up, "I'm finished. Can I show her that thing now?"

Almost immediately, all eyes turned to Kori, and then to you. Bruce nodded his head, "Yes, you can."

Kori stood up from her seat and gestured for you to follow her. You got up and followed her out of the dining room and into a different part of the house.

As you walked, Kori looked back at you and spoke in a soft tone, "We're going down to the basement."

The basement? Your curiosity peaked as Kori led you further through the house. You wondered what could be in the basement that Kori wanted to show you.

The walk to the basement was silent, neither one of you spoke. You just heard the sound of footsteps echoing off the walls of the house. A few minutes later, you both stopped at a large door.

Kori turned around and looked at you, "We're here."

You looked at the door and wondered what could be on the other side. What was Kori so eager to show you? She placed her hand on the handle and pushed the door open, revealing what was inside.

Nothing. 

It was blank. Just white, white, and more white.

You were quite surprised to find that the basement was empty. The walls, ceiling, and floor were completely white, giving the room a sterile, almost clinical look. There were no windows, just white light coming from the ceiling.

You felt a hard shove on your back, and you fell into the room with a ‘clunk’.

You had heard the unmistakable sound of the door closing and locking behind you.

“You’ll understand soon”, Kori said before you heard her steps slowly fade away.

You slowly turned your head and saw a tiny camera in the top right corner of the room. A little part of it was blinking red.

Something was watching you.

(Thank you for the request 😘)

[mossfrg]

Jersey Gotham pt 2

Small one for this part but I Could Not get this out of my head because it’s the funniest shit ever:

Fellow Gothamites/jersey people are like… 85% positive Batman is the Jersey Devil or some offshoot of that. There’s three “camps”— Batman is the Jersey Devil, Batman and Jersey Devil are same species, Batman and Jersey Devil were/are dating. For the first camp, people just think the JD moonlight as a vigilante cause the Pine Barrens get lonely and he wants to help people.

For the second group, it’s widely accepted that Jersey Devil is rural cryptid and Batman is urban cryptid and they stay out of each other’s ways. Tim, Duke, and Babs in paticukar love this theory and fuel the flames when in costume. (“oh Jersey Devil? No no they’re so chill, Bats has them over for dinner sometimes.”)

Jason, Dick, Cass and Steph fucking love the third group. They tease Bruce about it all the time. Dick has gotten him Jersey Devil sweatshirts so he can “flaunt his mans” (Bruce debated un-adopting after Steph joked that the kids should get to meet their stepfather). Jason goes as far as to implying that Batman and JD have ~history~ and the real reason Superman can never come to Gotham is because JD is jealous (“no fr B and JD were a thing for decades and then they got into a fight and B broke up and moved away and that’s how he met Superman, and then they started dating but JD still loves B so Supes can’t visit but B can’t go to Metro cause it’s too bright and he’d melt”). Cass just smiles sweetly and says Bruce has a type for murder-inclined criminal badasses. Damian doesn’t quite get the joke for a while and is horrified that Bruce is courting “that thing” and not Talía who “may murder but is at least human!” I just really want Bruce debating whether Batman/Jersey Devil or Batman/Bruce Wayne is worse.

Clark makes a comment about the whole Jersey Devil-Batman thing and it pisses Bruce off, and while still angry he’s at a party and gets a bit tipsy; he starts flirting with the official Jersey Devil Twitter account as Brucie Wayne. Fanart is made. “Brucie has two hands” trends for weeks. Alfred, completely straight faced at dinner, gives Bruce his blessing to be with JD, or Batman, “I fought in the war I won’t judge your lovers Master Bruce”

[rainbowfish3iswriting]

So I had another wonderful idea while at work.

We love Peter Parker in Gotham fics where Dick Grayson is Peter’s biological father. Peter has no idea what Gotham is and hates he’s in New Jersey. Meeting the Batfam, finding out his bio dad is alive in this universe, and the angst that goes along with Peter getting to know his dead dad.

Now let me introduce a concept that can crush hearts. ❤️

So what if, before Peter Parker arrives in Gotham, before the events of No Way Home, Dick has a kid, his own Peter. It doesn’t matter how he came to be or who the mom is. Dick has a kid and he loves him. The kid doesn’t have to be named Peter but he’s an alternative version of Peter.

Sadly, Dick’s son dies at a young age. How he dies can be something as simple as a car accident or drowning to something extremely like The Joker blowing up a school and his son was inside.

Dick’s son is dead, taken too soon from this world.

So here comes Peter Parker. Who’s a homeless teenager who is trying to survive Gotham on his own after being thrown out of his own universe.

The Batfam meet Peter in and out of costume and it’s Tim who makes the connection. He’s staring at Peter and thinks: Would my nephew look like Peter if he grew up to be a teen? This triggers a reaction inside Tim, because why dose this kid look like an older version of his nephew?? And the more he studies Peter, the more he sees the resemblance of his late nephew. Same hair, same eyes, same nose shape!

Tim decides to look up Peter Parker, mostly to end the nagging thoughts that the homeless teen is his dead nephew. Peter seems like a private person, doesn’t talk much about his personal life. All they know he’s a teen from Queens, New York whose family is all dead. But when Tim looks him up, he can’t find anything on this kid! No social media! No obituaries about his dead relatives! He finds Peter’s birth certificate (didn’t help he has the same birthday as his dead nephew’s), social security number, and other legal documents that are all fake! They’re forgeries and they’re really good forgeries! Tim almost passed them off as real.

This is bad! This kid has fake documents! Why would a homeless teenager have fake documents??! Why dose a teen who looks like his dead nephew have fake documents??!

Holy SHIT! Someone must of cloned his nephew!!!

No this can’t be right? Who on earth is sick enough to do that!? (A lot of people) Tim meets Peter again and gets his DNA without the teen noticing. This will prove once and for all this kid isn’t a clone of his dead nephew, his fears can be put to rest, he can focus on more important matters. Like why dose Peter have fake documents?

It’s 100% match, Tim cries.

Tim gets the familiar together and explains his findings. Everyone is freaking out. Dick is angry and devastated, that someone took his child’s DNA and cloned him. He also feels hope. Even through the kid may be a clone, it’s still his son at the end of the day. this could be Dicks only chance to have his son back, even if it’s not his real kid.

Fast forward to the Batfam managing to take (kidnapped) Peter to the manor where the reveal everything to him. ( Doesn’t help that his dead dad is alive and in front of them) The news confuses and overwhelms the kid.

Clone?? They really thought he was a clone??!

After Peter recovers from the shock, he finally tells them the truth. That he’s not a clone, but is from a different dimension. He explains his whole life story to the bats.

It ends with Dick and Peter getting to know one another. Their share lose of family not only helps them bond but also heal wounds that they never realized were there until now.

[hundredpoundsofsassyandunstable]

Miles Morales Batfam Crossover WHEN?

I've tried looking for a dark matter style crossover but with miles morales and what have i found, NOTHING??? I had some hope guys.

He would be PERFECT for a crossover fic, let that be comic miles or spiderverse miles , and you can modify the story anyway you want to make it fit in your timeline.

He is a punny kid, so many puns the batfam would die with him because thats THEIR THING- Dumb puns, in the spiderverse.

Like come on, name me a teenager, a young teenager, with no guidance at all about being spiderman (in the movies) and sure he has parents but they don't know and he is ALONE. (starts with an M)

And also he goes to school in JERSEY- guess who lives in NJ- THE BATFAM? THATS GOTHAM

There is so many ways to make it fit.

Also imagine the angst from being in a universe (if we ignore like a lot of spiderverse) and then suddenly you are 15-16 getting thrown into a different universe a nobody trained you for the worst case situation and you are clever enough to survive, but your parents must be worried sick.

And please do not give me just Duke Thomas and Miles Morales friendship, Miles bonds with ALL the family.

Dynamics i want to see ? 14-15 yo Damian wayne with Miles, Duke with Miles. BRUCE AND MILES THE POTENTIAL? two geniuses, a genius all grown and all with his issues and this meta kid who also needs guidance and has spunk.

Idk if i explained myself well but i will later at some point please authors see the potential, SEE IT

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

In honor of the first snowfall this winter in my area of New Jersey: Batfam Snow Day!

Steph: We’re having a snowball fight and Tim, you’re on my team, you have no choice

Tim: One time, one time is all I ask. Let me build a snowman

Dick: *launches into a rendition of ‘Do You Wanna Build A Snowman’*

Steph: No. You make the best snowballs

Jason: Not this again, do have to do it every time someone says snowman?

Dick, with a shit-eating grin: *starts the song again*

Jason/Dick: *enters a never ending loop of Jason saying snowman and Dick singing*

Damian: Ignoring the idiots, if you get Drake then Thomas gets to uses his powers

Steph: Absolutely not, you already get Cass-

Tim: *gets hit with a snowball* Ow, what the fu- *sees Cass waving -with a snow dusted glove, holding another snowball in the other- sitting in a tree above him* I didn’t even want to play but it’s on!

(Enter a full blown snowball fight scene that ends with Bruce walking out to call them in because Mr. Freeze broke out and getting cut off by a snowball straight to the face, thrown by a-not-at-all-regretful Duke)

[deliciousbasementtrash]

Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. On your way home from work, you encounter an injured superhero. You have seen his secret identity. Now what will he do about it?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x reader, (maybe a why choose with Dick Grayson as well?? Idk tell me what you guys want)

Warning: Adult language, verbal abuse, parental abuse, severe injuries

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it 

Part One: Is that Trash or a Man?

There is calm chaos when working in the emergency room. You get used to the cacophony of beeps and alarms. Of moans, crying, screaming, and arguing. You get used to being on your feet all day and moving from task to task, from patient to patient. You get used to it because there is no other option. People need care and they need it now. You either step the fuck up or switch to a different unit. Or move to a calmer, cleaner, less crime-filled city. Calm wasn’t really my vibe. Maybe externally that’s what I portrayed, but internally my mind craves the chaos of the ER. It craves the chaos of Gotham. And the Gotham ER was an entirely different beast.

I finished nursing school about a year ago. A lot of my peers used it as an out. They went to more stable cities in New Jersey that had better funding and less chance of getting knifed in the staff parking lot. I was one of the only ones that stayed. I definitely was the only one that worked in the hospital. I couldn’t deny the demand for nurses was high, and the paychecks were even higher at Gotham General Hospital. And maybe some small pathetic part of my brain wanted to make the world a better place. I wanted Gotham to be a better place. Every day I worked. I convinced myself that how matter how shitty it got; I was making a difference. Even if it was only a handful of people in the grand scheme of things. 

I could convince myself that I mattered. That everyone mattered. That these people deserve more. They deserve better; they deserve a second, third, fourth, fifth chance. If I stopped trying to convince myself of that I know I would give up entirely. Seeing gunshot wounds, stabbings, overdoses, mutilations, burns, crushings, poisonings, beatings, day after day is a lot like erosion of the soul. Little by little it wears you down. You become jaded and jagged with time. Empathy becomes blame. Hope becomes desolate. Love becomes anger. The only thing you can do is gaslight yourself into thinking you’re making a big enough difference. That you’re helping enough people. After all, the brain can’t tell the difference between truth and irony. You tell yourself so many lies, you can start to believe them, right? 

Gotham City: 16 Years Ago 

“Dad, when is mom coming home?” My small voice asked. I was scared to make Dad yell at me again. I didn’t like it when I made him yell.

“She’s got stage four fucking cancer she is coming out of the hospital in a body bag, y/n.” 

I fought the tears that burned behind my eyes. Dad would get even angrier if he saw them. It was stupid of me to even ask. 

I felt him turn to me. His eyes bored into my skull. Quickly, I looked down at his feet. 

“Have you tried again?” He asked. His tone clipped. I knew he expected a timely answer.

Involuntarily, my fingers ruthlessly picked the skin around my nails. The sting was grounding in a way. 

“No, sir. Well yes, I have tried, but I… I failed,” the last word felt like a hot poker being placed through my throat. 

“Look at me.” Breathing became difficult, but I looked up at my father. He leaned his face close to mine. I could smell Jack wafting off him. “What good are you? What good is having healing powers if you can’t heal your sick mother?”

The simple hangnail became a chunk of missing skin. I lowered my head. Fighting back tears. 

“Sir,” my traitorous voice wobbled as I tried not to cry, “I keep trying but… I don’t think my power is that strong. I can close cuts, fix broken bones, but tumors are… hard.”

My father tilted his head back and laughed. Hard. He grabbed my wrist as quickly as a viper, “If I could put your mother’s cancer in you I would. You’re about as useful as a wet match in a dark cave.” 

I couldn’t help the tears that fell down my cheek. It felt like I was involuntarily waving a white flag.

Gotham City: Present Day

I had to be stealthy with my gift. I couldn’t heal every one of the patients to full health right away. That would lead to suspicion. But if I could help it I could stop the major damage. I would heal internal organs. Replenish blood. Reduce ten fractures to two or one. It all depended on timing and if people were watching me. 

I was walking home from the hospital. I only lived about three blocks away. I got off shift at around 20:49. I didn’t start my next stretch for another three days. And I was milking my walk home. Stopping to smell the roses or whatever. That is normally not a very smart thing to do in Gotham at night, especially as a woman. But part of me didn’t care. 

Earlier, I looked at my phone and frowned when I realized the date. 

Thursday, May 19th. 

My mom died 16 years ago today. Waves of emotion flooded my senses. Anger at myself for not remembering. Sadness that she had been gone more of my life than she had been in it. Restlessness for what my father might do or say. Some years he likes to reach out. Others he doesn’t. But most of all I was feeling reckless. Like I wanted someone to give me a reason. Obviously, I would only hurt someone to defend myself or others. But there was so much anger living in my body, part of me hoped some idiot would try something with me tonight. 

So, I walked home. Slowly. 

Normally, you keep your head down and you keep moving. You don’t look or gawk. You listen out of necessity. I was listening just because I could. It was the normal stuff. Men smoking cigarettes and catcalling. Women were offering their nightly services. Random people either praising or damning superheroes. Drug deals. Graffiti artists. Fights. And of course, people who simply were walking home from work. Gotham had range and was never boring that’s for sure. 

But something picked up on the very edge of my senses. Despite my better logic, I turned toward the very quiet sound. It could have just been rats, but it sounded so familiar. It sounded like a death rattle. The thing you hear just before shit hits the fan and the patient codes. 

Without thinking I ran down the alley toward the sound. At first, it was nothing. Just trash and rats. But then I saw it. He almost blended perfectly in with the shiny black garbage bags. His cape was the same color but reflected the light less. 

“Sir? Sir, are you alright?” I walked hesitantly forward, grabbing my pepper spray just in case.

The man did not answer, he only garbled and coughed. My work brain took over my fear. Instantly I rolled the man over and began assessing him. I suppressed a gasp when I rolled him over and a familiar cowl mask came into view. It was cracked down the middle. His face was bleeding from an unknown location. His breathing was labored and staggered. 

Calmly, I closed my eyes and pressed my hands against his chest. 

Oh yeah. Batman was dying. He had several broken ribs. A pneumothorax. A bruised liver, kidney, and pancreas. His cardiac output was a joke. The man had no perfusion. 

I didn’t think. I didn’t hold back like I do at the hospital. I just healed. And healed. And healed. I healed him down to his bone-on-bone knees, sprained ankle, and fractured wrist. 

God, this guy had a lot of injuries. 

I was close to passing out by the time I was done. I had done too much, ate, and slept too little. My powers were demanding when it came to energy. If I didn’t eat or sleep within 30 minutes I was about to pass out next to bat boy himself.

I gave him one last assessment. After double-checking that he would live and that I didn’t miss anything I finally looked at his face again. 

This time I gasped. Batman was the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne? I shook my head like I was clearing cobwebs. I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Much like Batman, I didn’t want people to know what I could do. The last time people knew…

Just as I turned and took a few steps I rolled my eyes at my nagging thoughts. 

What if someone sees him before he wakes up?

Reaching into my tote bag I pulled out a black medical mask. I not so gracefully MacGyvered it across his exposed face so that it was covered. And with that, I made my way home.

My cat, Hashbrown, eagerly greeted me at the door. I nearly fell asleep locking it. I bent down to pick her up and gave her a kiss on her perfect little cat head. I ripped my gross work scrubs off, threw them in the wash, and crashed on the couch in my underwear before my brain could process what happened.

I healed Batman. 

I healed… Bruce Wayne?

Part Two, Part Three

[zephyr-ro-emenki]

Random Batfam Headcanon's #6:

BATMAN BEYOND EDITION!

The reason why we never see any of the various other Batfam members by the time of Batman Beyond (including Batfam members like Carrie Kelley from the Dark Knight Returns) is that either a majority of them have passed on, or they were aged out into retirement earlier than Bruce Was.

The only 2 Batfam members we see in the future timeline of Batman Beyond are Babs and Tim, with Babs as the new police Commissioner and Tim having been taken over by the Joker. But what about everyone else?

Steph and Cass, after retiring from Vigilantism, moved to Hong Kong together and have spent their days as the Chinese Equivalent of the Wayne's to Gotham, Billionaire philanthropists who have up to 10 adopted (and Biological) kids (who some may or may not have decided to pursue Vigilantism).

Damian has tried reviving the Batman Mantle, but changing times had him abandoning the ways taught by Bruce on how to be Batman, and reverting to killing his Rogues, and this led Bruce to come out of his initial retirement as Batman when the Batfam was still connected to him, in order to stop Damian. During their conflict, a newer rogue was able to get the drop on Damian and Killed him, leading to Bruce in a spiral of Grief that pushed the rest of the Batfam away with a permanent wedge, to fully return to the Batman Mantle until his body physically couldn't handle it anymore like see at the beginning of Batman Beyond.

Dick is either living in Blüdhaven, Jump City, or Star City, with a different scenario for Star City compared to the others. If he lives in Blüdhaven or Jump City, then he spends his time in retirement teaching and mentoring the newer generations of the Titans, maybe even advancing to police Commissioner of Blüdhaven for a time if he kept up with his cop career. He spends his days with a loving family around him, keeping himself busy to pass the time and stopping himself from reaching out to Bruce again.

Duke has actually taken the Nightwing route and was for a time a Justice League Member, with the Signal becoming a nationwide hero as during the time he joined there were lots of League level threats taking place on the East Coast that he participated in. Once he retired as the Signal, he decided to settle down in Philadelphia, close enough to Jersey that he could make a day trip to Gotham, far enough away he won't have to deal with Gotham problems.

Jason is unique in that he never fully retired, just moved and aged out of the active field jobs. Red Hood decided to move his operations out of Gotham and into New York amidst a great migration of New Yorker's to Gotham for development projects. There, he settled down in the most destute neighborhood at the time (Queens) and made it his mission to fix it up, keep it safe, and raise its status to being a safe neighborhood. He turned an Anti-Hero identity, who some still thought to be a crime boss, into a philanthropist identity synonymous with change and the improvement of the neighborhood. He's retired from active fights unless some of his men try to overthrow him from command, but he's settled down with a family of his own, a wife he met while in New York at a book store, and has kids of his own.

Carrie Kelley was Robin for a while alongside Bruce, and was Even Damian's Robin after Bruce stepped down, but she stepped down from the Robin roll in her Mid-20's after Bruce was forced to retire because of his age catching up to him. She went on to become a teacher, and still stopped by from time to time around the holidays to check up on Bruce alongside Babs. But when Terry Became Batman, she stopped coming around as often as she thought she wasn't needed anymore. She hasn't settled down yet, and the fact that she has been using her teachers salary to secretly build up her own Batsuit means she's been considering returning to Vigilantism alongside Terry as an older mentor on the field, making a mantle of her own so that she can continue soaring through the skies as a Hero.

[incorrectbatfam]

Okay so it just occurred to me that Bruce’s initials are BTW, as in By The Way, something I’m sure he says a lot given he’s a Corrector™️ who Knows Things.

In that vein, what do all the Batfam members’ initials stand for (wrong answers only of course)?

Richard John Grayson: Really Just a Guy

Jason Peter Todd: Jersey's Public Terror

Timothy Jackson Drake: Tired Juvenile Delinquent

Damian Al Ghul Wayne: Department of Animal Welfare

Duke canon didn't give him one Thomas: Daytime Television

Cullen also doesn't have a middle name Row: Crying rn

Stephanie are you fucking kidding me Brown: Sourdough Bread

Cassandra Wu-San Cain: Cool Women's Club

Barbara Joan Gordon: Bureau of Just Google it

Harper i'm tempted to make one up Row: Home Repairs

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