#mentioned batman

[a-bunch-of-queerness]

clark: look, i know you think my judgement's clouded because i like bruce a little bit-

diana, holding clark’s notepad: you doodled your wedding invitation.

clark: no, that's our joint tombstone.

diana: my mistake.

[spheroz]

Batman can’t keep his robins au: Damian Al Ghul

Damian Al Ghul is not a Robin. He will never be a Robin. He is the heir to the demon head, being a side kick is demeaning. He is also 16 years old.

Talia Al Ghul knows one thing. If Damian wants to rule the demon’s head she’ll have to die. But Damian will have to kill her. And she is perfectly fine with that.

Ra’s Al Ghul wants to kill his heir. Because the only way his heir becomes ruler is if Ra’s is dead.

Damian Wayne is a ruthless killer. He’s a ruthless killer with a highly trained almost brain dead assassin on his side. He’s a ruthless killer with a plan. A plan to get all of his father’s failed pupils. And well, make himself the ruler of a small army, and then make himself the ruler of a cult.

[thrushforreal]

Robin(Tim): That's my dad

Catwoman: Sorry, you mean to tell me the Boyfailure you take care of is your father? Batman?? Are you sure???

Robin: Yes, and he would like to ask you out

Catwoman: Omg, really

[batstorm93672]

Crimson staining the green of his gloves, it looked like a darker version of a Christmas tree except this time there are no lights and no joy.

Red Hood opened the door and pat his shoulder to get his attention "What were you doing here? I was loo-" He noticed the blood on Robin's hands, how the white of his mask were wide in shock, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at his hands, the fact he was on his knees looking like he got hit.

"Hey... look at me" Then Red Hood noticed the pool of blood trailing to Robin. This isn't Robin's blood. He isn't hurt. In the dark of the room was a figure, a man with a gun in his hand and the source of the blood.

"I... I tried to stop it..." Robin's voice was broken and disbelief. "What happened after Robin?"

"I tried to stop it..." Robin curled his fingers into his locks, red staining his dark hair. "I tried..."

He's in shock, that's all he can utter.

Red Hood grabbed the gun, opening the barrel, only one bullet was left. So the last one was intended for someone else, due to the bullet that went through his chin and struck him dead clean, he intended to kill two.

Who was the second?

The man has a ring on, engaged and there's a ring on the ground a few feet away. It was meant to be a kill and suicide.

"You saved the spouse. The man shot himself before you could stop him"

"I tried to stop it..."

Red Hood turned back to Robin, the kid looked like he's been through hell (again). Walking over and kneeling down, Red Hood cupped Robin's face as Robin lowered his hands away from his hair. "Come here kid" He took the back of his head and pressed him against his chest. Robin shouldn't be seeing this anymore.

Red Hood carried Robin back to his apartment, giving a message to Batman that he would be staying with him.

.

Jason washed the blood out of Damian's hair, the soap adapted a pinkish hue as it mixed with the red. Damian kept silent as he was bathed, letting Jason do what he wants. Jason was consumed with worry, the fact that Damian hadn't spoke and the image of that look on his face felt like a plague in Jason's mind.

What do I even say? He's in shock and I don't know how to really help, all I can do is get him out of this uniform and clean away the evidence. How does that help the shock he's experiencing? I can get rid of the outside issues, but the inside is completely different. Ah, the water is getting cool. He's clean, he left some clothes during one of our sleepovers. I washed them and put them in a box somewhere, just gotta look real quick.

"Keep the towel around you, I'm gonna find some clothes you left here"

Two minutes to find them under his bed, Jason grabbed a red shirt and black sweats from the box and dressed Damian.

Jason ruffled Damian's hair with the towel until it was no longer dripping on his bathroom floor. "Okay, come on. I have some leftover pizza, we can watch Lady and the Tramp while we eat" He gave an absent-minded nod and Jason heated up the pizza in the oven as the movie began.

It wasn't until finishing his food and Tramp killing the rat that Damian finally spoke.

"I-I tried... I tried to stop it..." Jason put a pause on the movie, keeping his full attention on his little brother. "He kept bleeding, I tried to stop the blood. I made his husband go to the nearest GCPD station. I tried to talk him down from it, he didn't listen. He wouldn't listen. I tried to stop the blood... I tried to stop it..."

"You did good, you saved a life. We sometimes don't always get that chance. It's difficult and painful to see a life you try to save go. But there were too many things that not even Batman can stop. That man was mentally ill and undiagnosed, clearly he had... tendencies. If it wasn't for you there would be two bodies instead of one. You tried and that's all we can do. It wasn't your fault that he did what he did. It wasn't your fault Damian. It wasn't your fault for what happened, you did everything you could. That's all we can do. It's not your fault"

"He was alone... he looked so sad when he saw him run away, then... then the gun..." Jason wrapped his arms around Damian "It's okay, it wasn't your fault kid. Just hold onto me and everything will be okay"

The two were silent as Jason kept holding him, then Damian inhaled and exhaled a sob.

"I tried... I really tried, he wouldn't listen"

"I know"

"I tried so hard to save him..."

"I know"

"I tried... I tried Jason"

"I know"

[incorrectbatfam]

The only acceptable trans Tim headcanon would be Tim introducing himself to the batfam as a boy from the get-go with such confidence that no one questions him. Then, his first solo case as Robin is investigating the disappearance of Jack and Janet Drake's "daughter," so he pretends to have a twin sister by forging a bunch of documents and photoshopping family pictures. He then fabricates evidence of her death, committing multiple crimes in the process, and holds a fake funeral at the end. Because if his previous name is dead to him, he's gonna kill it the Tim Drake way

[who-always-pays-their-taxes]

He might be 6’0 and built like a brick but i see the rage of a teenage girl in his eyes

[ashoss]

my lovely son waking me up to tell me he threw up.

us waking up my wonderful butlerfather to tell him he threw up.

[batsyheere]

Bruce tries to adopt Ellie, who is immediately against it. She keeps throwing him off her trail and he keeps tracking her down. She's honestly concerned, and normally she would handle her problems by herself- but this is Batman.

So when Bruce gets a little too close and Ellie is just so tired... she calls for Danny.

"Mom!"

Cue college student, perpetually tired and overworked Danny "High King Phantom" Fenton appearing from the very shadows Batman normally does himself, seeing the situation and going off at this "clearly older man" chasing his daughter in the middle of the night.

Cue the most elaborate "stop trying to adopt my kid before I adopt yours" series of battles

[ifyoucandaniel]

this is so stupid but here’s a little comic i made for a little bingo au me and @twisted-tales-told came up with a few weeks ago. pretty much just the idea that jason needed a cover at some point and stumbled in on bingo night and was quickly adopted by the little old ladies there. now he plays every friday and has beef with dora and gets sent home with banana bread :) clara is trying to set him up with her grandson and all of her problems with her land lord have mysteriously been solved :))

being involved in his community is very important to jason and he loves seeing them host community events bc it feels like his home is healing

bonus: none of the bats have the faintest idea what Jason does in his spare time aside from babs and dick is so butthurt he wasn’t invited (not pictured: nightwing outside the bingo hall window looking in look a kicked puppy while jason flips him off)

(this is my first comic pls be nice it’s just a sketch)

[breannasfluff]

“Tony’s Pizza delivery!” Danny knocks on a door and stands back slightly, waiting for the answer. Silence. He knocks again. “Pizza order! For…” he checks the box, “Rob!”

There’s the thud of footsteps behind the door, but it doesn’t open. It’s like someone walked right up to it and is waiting. The house itself has blacked-out windows and piles of trash on the lawn. Something about the situation feels…off.

Danny pulls out the taser, which he usually keeps in his pocket. The other hand tightens slightly on the pizza box. He doesn’t go intangible, not yet, but his powers bubble around his core, ready at a moment’s notice.

The door swings open. There’s a gun pointed at his face. 

Acting on instinct more than thought, Danny snaps the taser forward and presses the button when it meets the man’s arm. There’s a roar of pain and the gun is dropped. 

Keeping a hold of the taser, Danny drops the pizza box on the steps. “You owe us payment next time you order thank you goodbye!”

He bolts, grabbing the bike and wheeling it next to him instead of jumping on it. Pulling on intangibility it spreads to the bike as well. As soon as he’s around the corner, Danny goes invisible. His heart is hammering against his chest and all he wants to do is curl into himself. 

Still, he keeps a hold of the bike–no good if it suddenly pops into existence–and breathes through his panic. The taser worked. Sure, he didn’t get paid, but he also didn’t get shot. If Tony’s upset, Danny will ask him to take the cost out of his wages. 

After another few minutes of breathing exercises–thank you Jazz–he’s settled enough to flicker back to visibility and bike back to the shop. 

Tony glances up at him when he enters and does a double take. “What happened, kid?”

“Didn’t get payment for the pizza. Sorry.”

The owner’s eyes narrow. “This wouldn't happen to be because someone pointed a gun at you, would it?”

“Er…”

Laughter is not what he expects. Tony just grins at him. “Kid, I just got a call saying the delivery boy had a taser he wasn’t afraid to use and skedaddled without payment.”

Danny winces, waiting for the beratement. 

“Rob gave you a five-star review. Said it’s the smartest move he’s seen in a while. Paid over the phone for once. You’re good, kid.”

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Do people often answer the door for pizza while holding a gun?”

A shoulder shrug. “Around here, it’s more common than you’d think. But if you think you’re in danger, you act to protect yourself, got it? The pizza shop will recover if someone decides to order elsewhere. Besides,” and Tony’s grin edges on feral, “they don’t get many other choices.”

Crime Alley residents, Danny decides, are a rare breed of people.

Read the rest here!

[oifaaa]

It's funny how opinions can change over time for instance I used to want Bruce to be a good parent but then I realised how fucking boring that is to read at the end of the day comics are soap operas and I'm here for the drama

[a-bunch-of-queerness]

clark: wait, what's going on? are we all talking about how hot bruce is? because bruce is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of babe city, assachusetts, usa. the last a just stands for more ass.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.

“Batman. What can I do for you?”

“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”

“Pardon?”

Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.

“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”

“No…? Why?”

“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.

“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.

“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”

The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.

“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”

Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”

“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”

“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”

“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.

“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”

“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”

“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.

“Totally. Yup.”

“…Fine.”

“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”

“Yes.”

——

“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.

“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”

Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.

Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…

Ah!

“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.

“Anyways, fork over my payment.”

Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.

“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”

“I don’t litter.”

“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”

“An alive friend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.

——

“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”

“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”

[batstorm93672]

Champion

~First (You're here)~ Next>>>

Damian barely kept himself upright, how long has it been?

About a month?

Could've fooled him, might as well have been an agonizing year.

He was kidnapped, tormented and had to endure so much shit and no one came to get him.

Were they even looking? Did they try?

Or did they simply not care enough?

The amount of torture he was put through... he's done it before but never like that. Being forced into water until he could barely breath then being strapped up and electrocuted for hours on end. Worst of all the moment when he was put into that ring... the blood on his hands. Having to go back into that mindset, how many children were down there? How many did he kill? Just to live, only to be tortured. Hell he somehow became their prized champion and killed adults as well.

He couldn't take it, finally escaped and yet he left so many innocent children behind. Maybe... if he gets home, if they even care to ask, he can tell Batman the location and let him save the hostages forced to kill others just so adults will bet on who will win. It was gambling in the worst way.

Damian kept moving, it's still Gotham. But where the fuck is he? No wait, that's the Clock tower in the distance. Okay... about ten miles West, that should help Batman in locating.

Damian kept moving, he had to break his arm so the adult in charge of making sure there was no fatal injuries to their "items" would check him, giving him enough time to headbutt the man and run out.

"DAMIAN?!"

Oh, how long has he been walking? This place...

It's his.

Red Hood was on a rooftop and he dropped down to get a better look. "Holy crap Damian! What happened? We've been searching like crazy for you! Where were you?"

As touching as this moment may be, honestly Damian was just furious. Damian smacked Red Hood's hand away when he tried to place his hand on his shoulder. "Like any of you cared" "Yeah well I wouldn't be asking if I didn't" "Liar..." "Damian... why would I lie to my brother who I'm concerned about?"

Now why would I lie to my champion? I mean it, you've done well living keep at it

"No! I'm not yours, I was never yours. You greedy selfish bastard, I'm not yours I don't want to live like this!"

Damian was panting, glaring at Red Hood as if he was a monster.

"Let me take you home Dami. You don't seem to be in the best shape"

Then it crashed down, he had survived. He had killed. He was tortured. He was beaten bloody. He left those children... they would suffer like him still. And their champion would make it safe and sound while they die and kill.

Damian blacked out.

[incorrectbatfam]

Alfred gets sick of Bruce breaking and losing stuff on patrol so he gets a label maker and starts naming items after the kids

Alfred: I got you a new phone, just like you asked. Its name is Jason. Try not to let it die.

Bruce, tearing up: Why would you say that—

[prokopetz]

The problem with Batman in his present incarnation is that we need simultaneously to believe that this is a man who can effortlessly ninja his way through dozens of gun-toting mercenaries, and that this is a man to whom Danny DeVito with an umbrella is a credible threat.