#my dog Bruce

[calamityman]

Words cannot describe the joy I got no matter the type of day I had you greeted me with unconditional love. You came around as to never leave me alone with my thoughts the best you could, you heard all my stories, all my hardships. My most intimate thoughts were shared with you. You didn’t judge you just loved. I got you as a pet and immediately became more than that, you were my best friend when Justin wasn’t around. You were my son that taught me life lessons. You helped me raise my niece. You took care of the family when I wasn’t around and for that I’ll always be thankful. I could never be mad at you. I truly love you buddy, I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more to help or save you. But I tried. Bruce you were everything that’s beautiful in life. . As I lay here thinking of all our adventures, all our good times…I lay clutching onto your blanket I can still smell you and my heart breaks immensely all over again. I wish our last conversation would’ve never ended. But you heard me you listened. I will never forget you. I promise I’ll see you soon enough papa, please go Find Justin and keep Him company till I can reunite with both of you. He’ll love you just the same I promise that. I’ll keep taking care Em the same way I taught you till I see you again. I love you papa, I wish it wasn’t like this.

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

batfam meets the JL but it’s just the bat kids breaking into the watch tower during a debriefing or meeting to ask bruce the most mundane questions. they go about it like they’re interns that need to speak to the CEO during a board meeting. they walk over waving their hands and mouthing “i’m so sorry just need to ask batman something 😬” and then they lean over to bruce and ask something like “alfred wants to know if you’re gonna be home for dinner” and then they dip.

one of them started this when bruce didn’t answer their texts (it was probably tim or something) and now everyone does it.

[icantseepurple]

Late night thought.

You know how when you need to put a cat down you can kinda just gentle toss them. And that sometimes people who are use to holding cats then hold a dog and forget that you can't really do the same thing for them. So they end up just throwing a dog. I would like to imagine that was what it was like for Bruce to go from having Dick as a child to Jason.

Bruce main experience with children would be this little acrobat who would just jump/flip out of his arms and honestly enjoyed the extra momentum of the toss when being put down. So that's just how he is use to releasing kids when carrying them. But then he has Jason, and is holding him and they have a cute moment, but then by instinct he throws Jason, and Jason just thumps to the ground. And both of them are staring at each other with confusion.

[heylosers06]

The best thing I’ve ever done ngl it’s so funny

I totally need to draw wiggles next

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 102

 Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. In for ten seconds, out for eight. Alright. Okay. “Let me get this straight,” he didn’t motion to the three teens- or not teens even if two apparently looked like they were- but it was a close thing. “You-” 

 Phantom perked up, white hair flickering with what he was pretty sure were stars as they turned away from the window looking out into space. “-are two years old.” The fae-esque being who looked more like a fourteen year old gave a half-distracted nod. Which, for a toddler, they were paying attention pretty well. 

 “You-” Klarion looked up from where he was fiddling with the cuffs that had been on him, cat sprawled on his shoulder now that it was out of the carrier. “-are six?” Another distracted nod, the apparently-child seemingly enamored with the sounds the cuffs made when they clinked together. 

  “And you-” He turned towards Marvel, who shrank back before seemingly steeling themself. “-are in fact ten.” The… well they had thought demigod but apparently all three were some sort of realms-being, which had apparently made Constantine pale and start cursing before stomping out of the Watchtower. Another nod and shaky thumbs up. 

 Alright. Okay. They had in fact let a ten-year old join the league, which wouldn’t have been so bad if they had known. Especially the fact that apparently Marvel was only half-human, which suddenly explained so much about how he didn’t know so many things about a human life. Which-

 “You,” he turned towards Phantom again to make sure he was listening before returning his attention to Marvel. “And you have both lived at least a year in the human realm with human companions, but your-” He turned his gaze towards the ravenette in the center. The six year old apparently. “-experience with the human realm is literally just with the Light.” 

 Yet another distracted nod. Okay. Bruce was tempted to scream in a room for the entire situation that had cropped up from the single action of taking Klarion’s familiar and then the boy himself into custody. Then again, it was honestly a much better thing they had apparently caught this. 

 “Alright,” he sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted. “To make sure I have all of this correct-” Because it was already a shitshow and the amount of shouting had absolutely spooked the child. To the point he’d- according to Marvel- made what was apparently some sort of very distressed noise that had made both him and Phantom running. Or rather flying and portaling. 

 “-in the realms, people there make friends through fighting,” Bruce pauses to make sure he got that part correct. The origin of this entire misunderstanding with the chaos-lord. Lordling? 

 All three nodded, Klarion losing interest in the cuffs and starting to pet his cat. Familiar. Everyone had referred to it as a familiar and Marvel had appeared utterly horrified that they had taken said familiar away. Somehow he was the one the trio were currently trusting and weren’t doing the same towards any of the other league members. 

 “And you have been trying to make friends with the Jr team, which they have been taking as an attack due to this miscommunication.” Honestly they should have gotten more information, though he couldn’t exactly blame any of the teens, what with everything they were currently dealing with. 

 “... is there any sort of guardian or something you might have, that can be contacted? Or anyone that could help prevent a situation like this from happening again?” All three avoided his eyes, suddenly finding things like the table and walls very interesting. 

 Oh. Hm. This could be a problem.

[erinwantstowrite]

jaybin bear cub,,,,

i literally couldn't stop myself from doodling this

[causeimanartist]

The Birthday Bat

[piedpiperart]

DC x DP prompt

Danny is hanging out with Dora, and gets caught in a trap by Aragon. He takes the dragon amulet and phases it into Danny’s chest, which turns Danny into a dragon, and then sends him through a natural portal to cause chaos.

Aragon tries to take over the zone while Danny is gone but Dora beats the crap out of him.

Meanwhile Danny is a dragon now, smaller than his human form because he’s still a baby ghost, and his core reflects that. Baby dragon Danny was sent to the DC universe and lands (un)gracefully in an alley in Gotham.

He could be feral like little baby man but he could also just be regular Danny brain power as a ghostly dragon. Who is like three feet long. He does his best to get his bearings, roams around a bit, hides from people, and scrounges for food as he tries to find a way back home. (Might not realize he’s not in his universe)

Danny catches the attention of some not so great people and runs and hides in an alley, digging into the trash or under a dumpster bc he is Smol.

Meanwhile Damian is out on patrol and hears commotion on the streets. He swiftly beats up this gang of guys chasing someone(or something) into an alley. After running them off he hears rustling amongst the trash in the dark alley. He thinks it’s a cat, as it usually is, but is surprised to find an actual, baby, black and white dragon with bright green eyes.

Obviously he plans to take him home, but has to coax Danny out from underneath the dumpster. Maybe he uses some snacks from his cool pouches on his belt. Eventually he wins over Danny, but Damian has to keep him a secret from the batfam.

The secret does not last long. Keeping a dragon in your room is not a good hiding spot. But, he found that Danny likes to cuddle, so obviously the little dragon had to stay with him.

Alfred found out first, promised not to say anything and help feed the dragon. Not sure who finds out next but Danny probably tries to bite Dick when he tries to pick him up a bunch.

Damian plans to train Danny to be his sidekick. If Batman gets a batdog, obviously Damian needs a bat dragon. Name is a work in progress, but Damian still makes Danny a lil bat outfit to match Ace.

Eventually everyone finds out and Bruce especially is trying to figure out where the dragon came from and why he’s just chilling with the fam. The tamest dragon he’s ever seen tbh it makes him worried

Damian finds out about some of Danny’s powers and shenanigans ensue. Danny gets comfy with the bats and is treating the whole thing like a vacation away from his troublesome life. Dragons probably purr, right?

Eventually maybe Danny finds a way to communicate that he’s actually a teenager trapped in dragon form and he needs help. The batfam collectively lose their minds when Danny’s revealed to have black hair and blue eyes.

[not-another-robin]

I dont understand DC writers aversion to writing Thomas and Martha Wayne with personality traits more than just "nice". Bruce barely remembers his mom's laugh, but he knows it was loud and sharp. He remembers his dad smelled like cigarettes after certain days in the OR. He remembers how they would act funny when they got drunk at parties. His mom was a sore loser. His dad would humble brag about going to a prestigious medschool. His mom was a terrible cook.

[batsandbirdsandothers]

Question: What is Jason looking at…??

Answer: chili dogs 🌭

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Prompt #7

Robin is heretofore thought to be alone when he swings his katana behind him, almost catching the Adam's apple of his mother's new lover.

"Whoopsie!" Danny says, taking an agile step back, as if Robin's slice was a slip of the hand rather than a deliberate and likely fatal attack.

"What are you doing here," Robin demands, mask hiding the momentary widen of his eyes. No one sneaks up on the heir of Batman, least of all his mother's latest toy.

"I wanted to chat, just you and I," Danny says, as if they are standing on a sidewalk and not the rooftop of a forty floor building in the dead of night, Robin in full costume. "I know you were kinda caught off guard yesterday night."

"I was not caught off guard."

This is a lie. Yesterday night when Talia had appeared at the latest Wayne Charity Ball as the date of Daniel Fenton, an up-and-coming name in renewable energy, Father's dumbfounded look had been nothing less than genuine.

And even the Annoyance had choked on his non-alcoholic champagne when Talia had instructed Damian to greet his "new stepfather".

"Talia," Danny had said levelly, running a hand over hers placed delicately in the crook of his arm, "Remember how we were going to break this gently?"

"Darling, Al Ghuls do not require a gentle break," Talia had replied.

"What is happening," Tim had quietly muttered, squinting at the contents of his glass suspiciously. "What."

Tonight Danny is as calm as he was the previous night, looking amused if anything. Damian resists the urge to take another swing at him. Mother would probably not like that. Danny's affections towards her had seemed quite genuine, his eyes often on her with a light Damian reluctantly recognized from Grayson's many dalliances. And dare he say it, Mother had seemed to reciprocate.

"My mistake. Still," Danny says, "I was hoping to speak with you alone."

"I do not require another father," Damian says promptly. This is true. He already has a father, and a Grayson, and the other annoyances, and Alfred. "And you should not be speaking to a...minor...without their guardian present." He does not like saying this, as he is fully capable of being his own guardian, but Dick had been adamant once updated by Tim and Barbara that should Damian come in contact with Danny alone he was to say as such. He had extracted a promise from Damian after a high-pitched lecture via video call going on nigh an hour. Damian had been waterboarded, twice, and would have preferred a third time to one of Grayson's seminars on "stranger danger" and "parental custody". It had prevented him from going on patrol with Batman, who had left shortly after the gala, presumably to meet with his mother.

Batman had not succeeded, returning without a word. Red Hood, cackling, had pulled up behind him to congratulate Damian on his new "daddy" and loudly tell Oracle how Bruce had gotten an eyeful. An eyeful of what, Damian wasn't sure, and asking only made Jason laugh harder and Dick yell from the Batcomputer.

"Good thing I'm speaking to Robin, then," Danny says with a grin. Damian updates his mental file on the man to less of a goody two-shoes than previously thought. "And like I said last night, I'm not here to overstep."

"Then?" Robin asks crossing his arms.

"You and I are a lot alike, actually," Danny says. Despite the chill of the night, wind whipping at his hair, he seems very comfortable in his t-shirt and jeans.

Damian scoffs and Danny holds his hands up.

"Okay, I deserved that one. What I mean is, and bear with me here, I had a lot going on when I was your age, and my parents weren't always super...present. Their work kept them pretty distracted as we got older and more independent."

The background check they'd run indicated Danny's parents were scientists, his sister a therapist and women's self-defense instructor. The man himself had nothing remarkable on his record beyond a public intoxication charge in his early twenties, but that hardly meant anything. Talia Al Ghul's public record was nothing short of exemplary, one of the many facts that had made the judge reluctant to grant Bruce full custody.

"And listen, I know the way I was raised in the midwest is vastly different from your upbringing, and comparing the two would likely be condescending and a disservice to you, but I also know that while I liked my independence, I wish I had been able to talk to my parents more when things got tough."

"I fail to understand what you are saying," Damian says flatly. "Are you instructing me to speak to my parents as you believe I am having a hard time? And your basis for this incredibly incorrect hypothesis is you were once a teenager whose parents were neglectful? Also, this is certainly overstepping."

Danny's smile is sheepish. "It is, isn't it?"

Damian turns to leave.

"What I'm trying to say," Danny says loudly. "Is that I intend to stay in Gotham. I have some things I need to see to here so I'll be here a while.

"And this is important to me because--"

"Talia will be staying." When Damian continues to stare at him blankly, he clarifies: "With me. Here. I mean, we definitely will go on a honeymoon at some point, even though I'm not sure we're actually married no matter what Talia says about that ceremony--"

"Tt. Grandfather will never let Mother simply galavant around."

"You don't need to worry about Ra's any more," Danny says, straightening. His voice is firm and certain. "He won't be bothering you or your mother."

"That's impossible," Damian says sharply.

"You can ask Talia yourself." Danny pulls out a card. "This is the hotel we're staying at. Room 805. You are right that you definitely shouldn't come without your father's permission, but if he's alright with it please feel free."

Danny takes a step closer, and if Damian's quick grip on his katana bothers him he doesn't show it.

"I mean it Robin. I'm not saying Talia's going to petition for joint custody, and I'll make sure Batman knows that as well. I just want you to know she's here. If you ever want to...see her."

He holds out the card until Damian plucks it from his hand with a growl.

"And also, Damian?"

"What?" Damian snaps.

"Your mom talks about you all the time. I think she'd like to see you too."

"Tt." Damian says, eyes darting down to the card. When they flick back up, Danny is gone.

Damian pulls a quick 360, sword drawn, but the man is nowhere to be seen.

"Robin," Batman says in his comm. "Need you on the west docks."

His comm line was open the whole time, he realizes, but Oracle is uncharacteristically silent. A further investigation shows no time has passed since Danny arrived at the roof. Only the card clenched in his fist indicates he was ever there.

"On my way," Damian says, sheathing his weapon.

Hmph. Of course. His mother is no fool, least of all in her selection of lovers.

Upon arriving at the cave later that night, Damian exits the clock at the rear of the group.

"Father," he says as he clears the threshold. "I wish to spend time with Mother and Stepfather at their earliest convenience. Perhaps tomorrow after school."

Everyone stops still, turning to look back at him. Tim pauses mid-stretch, Steph's jaw drops, and Cassie smiles pleasantly at him. Even Alfred, a tray of freshly baked cookies in hand, blinks at him.

Bruce's mouth opens and closes, wordlessly.

"Absolutely not!" Dick Grayson screeches from the other end of the hallway, dufflebag in hand. Behind him Jason grasps the doorway, doubled over in laughter.

[vechter]

descended from dreamers, li-young lee // new titans (1988) #61 // nightwing (1996) #35 // drafts, ohevoyev // nightwing (2011) #30 // the last days of judas iscariot, stephen adly guirgis // sacrifice of isaac, caravaggio // vaulter (2x02), succession // new titans #57 (1989) // batman: gotham knights (2000) #17 // unknown // black canary (1993) #10 // on perplexity: chrysanthemum, richard siken // new titans #57 (1989) // and my father's love was nothing next to god's will, amatullah bourdon // batman (1940) #605 // the last days of judas iscariot, stephen adly guirgis

dick & bruce + if you love somebody, they turn into a god

[gothamite-rambler]

Dick Grayson sat in the vet office, his left leg shaking nervously as he waited for his faithful dog to be healed up after she ate some plastic wrapping Dick tossed in the trash from his Ramen.

His worry was put on pause when his cell phone rang. He groaned, answering the call reluctantly.

Dick(knowing it's Bruce): Busy.

Bruce: Cancel your plans, I-

Dick: Bye.

Dick ended the call and calmly went to the to the vet assistance desk.

Dick: Will Harley be out soon?

Assistant: They're almost done, sadly there was a lot of plastic she consumed, but the vet said she'll be out soon. I'd recommended sitting and relax, Mr. Grayson this isn't the first time.

Dick: And not the worse thing she's eaten. Okay, I'll sit back down.

Unfortunately, as he returned to his seat, his phone rang again. He clicked ignore and texted Kori he'd be home late, texted Babs to tell Bruce he was busy and then his phone rang before he could send her the text.

Dick shook with anger, but if Bruce wouldn't take a hint, he'd tell him.

Dick (tranquil fury as he answered the phone): Bruce, what you need me for better be important, the world better be ending and Jason has been driven insane, Damian is bleeding out and Tim is struggling to breathe. It better be world war fucking three where you're at because if it's not and I leave the vet where my precious puppers is getting help after eating plastic out of the trash and something bad happens to her I will snap every bone in your body. I will make you relive that pain if you have me go to you and it is. not. important!

Bruce (slightly terrified): Thinking about it... I'll get Cass to go with me. I hope Hayley- If you need me to pay the vet bill I will.

Dick (sighing content): Thank you, that's is so thoughtful. Be safe. I will call you when I leave.

Dick ended the call and sat back, taking deep breaths as a woman holding a fluffy bunny stared at him shocked, she raised her finger seeming to debate if she should shoot her shot with the man who seemed to genuinely care about his dog.

Lady (leaning close to him): I'm Stacy, are you free for dinner after this?

Dick: I'm in an open relationship, just a heads up.

Stacy (pleased): I'm not hearing a no.

Dick: Then that means I'm free for dinner after this.

Lady: Yes!

[randomhuman45]

I high key like the idea of Batman going after Danny for whatever reason and while getting info on Danny Cujo is discovered and Damian is like "Father I must help you capture/talk to/whatever this guy you're tracking down".

Bruce thinks Damian is finally warming up to him and this is a way for them to get closer. Damian just wants Danny's dog.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 317

IMAGINE THIS: Lil baby Damian, bored and being not quite old enough to start learning how to use proper weapons (curse these wooden ones, he wants true steel!) is wandering the base. This is not out of the ordinary, he’s the prince after all. What is out of the ordinary is that his shadow, his Akhi, is not here. 

Technically, he should be napping, but he woke up and neither his mother or his brother- who is quiet but gentle and isn’t a good speaker (mother said it was from a head injury)- is there. Which is how he finds his way to the Pit, which he’s not supposed to be at. Or at least not alone. 

But! His mother and Akhi are there! And- and Akhi is screaming and he’s never heard him scream like that, like he’s in agony- His eyes are green- they were blue, had, had Mother placed him in the Waters- 

And then the pool is bubbling- he should be running away, get assistance or something, he’s five, he shouldn’t be running towards it when everything is screaming to flee. But one moment he’s at the doorway, the next he’s clinging to his akhi as something writhes in the Pit, a mighty bellow echoing even as the Shadows take defensive positions. 

The water cascades, laps at their feet, splashes everywhere as a scaled form rises from the depths, wings like a bloodied sunset spreading as fur bursts into flames. Crimson eyes glare down at them all, pupils slits as they bare down at his Akhi. 

The creature- the dragon- dips its head down, its breath warm as it chuffs at his akhi, wings folding as though it is bowing. His akhi is clinging to Mother, shivering, several scars glowing as they fade and a burst of hair burned white. 

Oh. 

Oh.

@fairy-lights-and-blobs @f4nd0m-fun @hdgnj @radiance1 pspspspsps

[envysparkler]

Jason was exhausted.  He’d spend the entire night running from some mafia thugs after he’d tried to boost the wrong guy’s tires, and had shifted to avoid detection.  Unfortunately, traversing Gotham as a tiny black kitten, while more discreet, was hell on the paws.  He’d barely made it four blocks before he drooped, unable to walk any further.

There were a fair share of dangers on the ground, though, dogs and wolves and other shifters, all ready to tear a tiny kitten to pieces, so Jason had straightened trembling legs, promised himself a nice, long nap, and began the laborious climb up.  The apartment building he’d chosen was at least eight stories high, and by time he hauled himself onto the rooftop ledge, he was shivering and swaying.

Tired.  So, so very tired.  He needed sleep.  Jason shivered harder when the icy winds bit in deep, chilling him to the bone, and stumbled off the ledge and onto prickly gravel that ached against his throbbing paws.  He suppressed the whimper of distress as he clawed himself further, looking for a shadow to tuck in for the night.

He missed his mom.  She would curl around him in his kitten shift, hiding him from his father.  She hadn’t been a shifter, and sometimes Jason wondered if it would’ve changed anything if she was.  If she wouldn’t have needed drugs to relax if she could escape in a different form.

He just wanted to be warm.  Was that so wrong?  He wanted to curl up somewhere nice and warm and cozy, not stumble into a nook that smelled like wet dog and bump his nose against something too dark to see.

The force of the impact sent him stumbling back to land on his ass, and it was another mark on his long, long list of grievances.  He’d lost his tire iron, he was cold and hungry and tired, everything smelled, and he wanted his mom back.

Fortunately, the nook might’ve smelled like wet dog, but it was warm.  Jason couldn’t feel the waft of hot air that might’ve signified an air conditioning vent, but there was a low hum that sounded familiar, and when he pressed closer, he could feel the vibrations.

And it was soft.  Soft and furry and oh-so-warm, like someone had draped a blanket over a space heater.  It almost made up for the smell.  His legs ached, and he didn’t want to make the jump, but the promise of warmth and sleep and just a little further waved at him.

Jason scrabbled up the strangely furry blanket and curled up, right in the center, letting the soothing sway lull him to an instantaneous sleep.