#possessive bruce wayne

[fishbrain-glubglub]

New story drop. Working on the companion piece to my first posted work, and it's turning into quite the doozy. So I have this piece for people to enjoy while I work. Hope you enjoy.

[waveoftheocean]

tfw you have a reputation to maintain but a sparkly alien keeps trying to become friends with you 😔✨️

[p0ssym1lker]

Bruce getting asked who his favorite child is and panicking™

Bruce: .... Danny

Most of the Batfam: who?

Dick: oh yeah fair

Damian: who's.... Danny

Dick: my childhood friend, Bruce tried to adopt him but got bodied by Danny's parents and sister, he's still not over it

Bruce: I am over it-

Dick: then throw away the adoption papers with his name on it-

Bruce, gasping: no

[kinslxyers]

🦇🐞

this thang.

[bruciemilf]

There’s something off about Bruce.

Dick’s eye is trained for detail; He has to calculate every leap, every step, every breath, every count. He’s a showman. Everything is routine, and routine is everything.

Injury isn’t unusual, especially for his father .He out stubborns Tim in resisting medical examinations, after all.

For Bruce, secrets are protection. He lied about every injury he had when Dick was Robin, suffering in silent agony as the pain grew and grew, a tradition he carries on from Jason to Damian.

If Bruce screams, it’s bad.

“God fucking dammit, how the fuck does he do this? Who the fuck breaks their femur AND just carries on? Jesus FUCKING Christ.”

Bruce curses under his breath, profanity hushed. Dick’s veins freeze, blood turning to stone. He guesses his shock is obvious because Jason mirrors it to perfection.

One; Bruce doesn’t curse.

Two; He definitely doesn’t curse in a jersey accent.

The unease is pungent. Alfred practically tastes it, vitriolic as anything. His chest is taut, pulse slow, “Sir,” it’s cautious, “Shall I prepare the supplies?”

‘Bruce’ waves his hand, voice gruffer, lower, smokey, “Yeah, thanks, babe,”

Alfred blinks. And whoever pretends to be Bruce, blinks back, almost like a deer being cornered by an English hound, smile a bit boyish and unsure.

“…Thomas?”

“… Okay, you’re gonna laugh—“

Dick is reeling, because apparently:

His dead grandparents have been possessing his father throughout the years and they, wards to the best detective in the world, never caught on.

“Look, I get you’re pissed, BUT,” It’s so unbelievably weird watching Bruce be so expressive;

His hands move energetically, like they have their own voices, and his rain soft voice catches on fire when his father talks through him,

“This IS 50% MY body, technically.“

“Thomas, dear, that is not how that works. Come now, you’re scaring our grandchildren.”

And Jason’s voice is uncharacteristically soft when he speaks, more posh, more elegant . That is not his brother.

Alfred passes out, to no one’s surprise.

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Some chronically online commenter hearing Bruce Wayne calling Gotham “his city” and going on a rant about the corrupting influence of capitalism and billionaire exploitation and possessiveness and Bruce being asked about it by paparazzi or a reported and just… stopping. And looking at them with confusion and then something that might be sadness and saying with a huskiness and a shift of his vowels that only appears on specific words, “I’ve lived here my whole life. Of course Gotham’s mine. And I’m hers. Who else could I call my mother city?”

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[puppetmaster13u]

Possessed Doll Au Art

Putting all of my (for now) art for @phoenixcatch7 Possessed Doll Au without all the writing and reblogs lol. But seriously go check Phoenix out because they do some amazing stuff and this isn't their only really cool AU or prompt <3

Ran Out of Space, but there will probably/definitely be more later that I'll probably reblog this post with lol

[violent138]

Bruce froze when his parents died, but Flashpoint Thomas and Martha were a flurry of motion.

Martha cradling and soothing her son into death while Thomas frantically tries to fix this. He's a doctor. He knows what's coming, has seen it hundreds of times in his clinic and desperately tries to fix this and he fails.

[hood-ex]

Will I ever get over this moment? No. But life goes on. Not for me.

Batman vs. Robin #3

[jaydarino]

I think they'd be friends <3

[superbat-love]

Bruce: [scowling] And why should I help you, Queen?

Oliver: Come on, Bruce! Think of it as a favor for your best friend.

Superman stomps over, eyes glowing red.

Kal-El: How dare you! [grabs the front of Oliver’s shirt and lifts him off the ground]

Oliver: W-What? What are you doing? What did I do?

Bruce: Kal, put him down!

Kal-El: I won’t let you move in on what’s mine! I’m Bruce’s best friend! You’re just a boy friend.

Oliver: Huh? I’m not his boyfriend! I’m dating Dinah!

Superman’s eyes dim, and he puts Oliver down.

Kal-El: You’re Dinah’s best friend?

Oliver: I’m her boyfriend. Her romantic partner. Dinah and I are in love!

Kal-El: [turns to Bruce] Bruce, I want a downgrade from being your best friend to being your boy friend.

[fandom-whores-world]

Remarkable 2

Batfam x Neglected! Reader

This post is a continuation of the one found here titled prologue

Prologue, Part 3

You had met Harvey Dent at a charity gala your father hosted to support the Gotham Orphanage. He was a bit arrogant, but not to the level of being insufferable. While other people may not have enjoyed his presence you actually found yourself enthralled with his stories and listed with rapture when ever he talked about a new case he was prosecuting. By the end of the night you knew so much about the field of law you swore you could pass the BAR exam if you were to take it the next day.

When the time finally came to part ways you were honestly a bit disappointed. You had enjoyed the older man’s company quite a bit, so it was a shame when he let you know that his car was outside. Just as you were about to wish him well the unexpected happened.

“I’ve really enjoyed our conversation tonight, Ms. Wayne.”

He stuck his hand in his coat and pulled out his business card

“If you ever feel interested in entering the field of law give me a call”

You hesitantly reached out and took it. He gave you a lopsided smile as he watched you fiddle with the card. After thanking him for his generosity you watched him close the close the car door and go on his way.

You pocketed his card and went back inside the manor. The last few guests started trickling out, until finally it was time for Wayne Manor to wish everyone well and close its doors.

As you sat alone in your room you couldn’t help but hold his card out in front of you and think,

Field of law, huh? That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

You had never actually considered a career as a lawyer. Sure one or two people at school mag have said you’d be good at it, but you never gave it any serious thought until tonight. Imagine, you, the Wayne family wall flower, as an attorney at law. Would you finally get your family’s attention?

You shook your head at that.

You don’t do things for them anymore. Remember that. Everything you do, you do it for you.

Satisfied with you mental pep talk you went back to toying with the idea of becoming an attorney. You got off your bed where you were laying, and went over to the desk in your room where your computer was. You powered it up and got to work.

You spent almost the whole night researching the field of law. Different areas of study, how much law school costs, what the employment and placement rate was for different schools. Eventually you decided that the only way to decide whether it was the right path for you was to experience it first hand. With that thought in mind you turned off your computer, and got back into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a very busy day.

[phoenixcatch7]

Wayne doll house: demon children.

Idea: each of the batkids is theorised to have a different origin.

Thing is, there's so many of them. The oldest is actually the youngest in body. It seems to be able to share memories with those who follow. It changes design right before a new bat appears.

The hero in the town over is definitely one of them, but what's it doing over there?? Asking just gets non-answers.

What happened to the ones that the Joker tried to destroy? One - the oldest and smallest - came back, but different, whereas the other - the purple and orange one - came back for a while and then vanished again for good.

None of them seem to age??

The first, smallest, oldest, it seemed to be some sort of circus performer? It gave its acrobatics to the blue one when it arrived, grew clever and defensive. It gave that to the skull headed red one, focused on technology and detective work after the Incident. Then again, and again, and one time even the bat changed along with it, but though the bat returned to normal the little Robin didn't, and now it's just as stabby and creative as it is small and creepy.

It's a good sort of creepy now, after over a decade of beating up bad guys and comforting victims, Gotham has gotten used to it, but outsiders don't much like it.

The justice league have a different opinion.

They know, or at least can observe, that the... Souls? Brains? Programs? Switch around, that it's not memories but persons that bring the new bats to life.

They just don't know where batman gets them. The new one, especially, is very circumspect.

For all this talk of the blood son, all the bats calling it demon child with varying levels of fondness, the way batman doesn't deny the claims...

Thing is the bat doesn't have blood. Everyone's well aware of this by now. Whatever sulpheric black tar he and the bats leak probably-certainly isn't blood, or at least... Not anything with dna.

So... What blood?? If not the bat's, why does it tie the newest mind of Robin to him?

Captain marvel is the first to think of an idea.

A blood child of a demon for a blood ritual for a demon.

Constantine and Zatanna second the notion - it's perfectly possible. Reasonable, even. The bat admitted himself he had no way to procreate the way humans did, nor any interest in doing so. Wanting a legacy was perfectly normal.

Except he already had, what, seven, eight, nine kids? He loved all of them, it was clear, and he'd always seemed happy with them. He'd even sighed over how many he had, had rebuffed the teasing about getting more. The new Robin mind had been a surprise to everyone, and the old one in a new body had been a little salty about it.

So the new theory was that batman hadn't decided to get a new Robin. Maybe the old mind had been ejected unwillingly! It had happened at roughly the same time batman had gotten a new personality - maybe the incidents were related?

But if batman hadn't done the ritual... Who had?

Who would do something like that???

Cultists. Cultists would do something like that. But giving the bat a son unwillingly seemed... A very odd goal, even for that type.

So... Had they messed up? Had they tried to summon the bat with a blood sacrifice ritual, and summoned a demon instead? Had it partially worked? Was the bat susceptible to demon summonings?? Did the summoning damage his own mind/consciousness/soul in some way, and that led to the creation of the new demon child while the bat changed until he'd healed????

How kind of batman to take it in!

Tldr; the league thinks Robin V is a demon born/created through a failed summoning ritual involving blood sacrifice that made batman like puns until he healed. The truth is the canon events of Damian arriving at the manor only for b to get tossed into the time stream, becoming the Robin to nightwing-batman while Tim, who is much less annoyed about it than canon, focuses on getting him back. Lmao.

[bruciemilf]

"Oh har har Gotham is terrible to Joker and that's why he acts the way he does," Gotham worships a hot topic furry with the mental stability of a soggy cracker and thinks a 10 year old vigilante is perfectly normal

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Part 1 Protective Nightwing

Dick Grayson has been a hero longer than most have he's made a reputation for being kind understanding silly he's overlooked but he was the first Robin. He trained under Deathstroke, beaten Batman and for every two that forgets one remembers.

When it comes to his brothers he will always be dangerous ready with his escrima cracking. One such instance was Black Mask.

Jason knew he might have overshot this one, a gun fight with over fifty of Sionis men. He's sweating he can't dodge he might be slightly scared he can feel that this is bad. Before he can think He's already on the Bat channel. An interesting convo he had with Little Red fresh in his mind.

He speaks shoving all of his fear sounding as pathetic as he can praying this works.

Dickie I'm scared there's too many help.

He hears his brothers intake of breathe as he growled sending all of the hair on Jason's neck up.

I'll be right there Little Wing just wait.

His brother descends before Jason can blink. All of them are down blood pouring out bones broken and there is Black Mask sobbing for mercy.

Nightwing is giggling as he shocks Mask he can smell the burning flesh and as much fun as it was to watch he can feel blood pouring from his shoulder and he really wants to pass out.

And well he never denied being Dramatic

Big Bird my shoulder he says as he falls into his brothers arms.

He got fussed over and coddled for 2 weeks but more importantly Black Mask pissed himself the next time Hood ran into him.

No wonder the baby birds always shout for big brother He wonders if it works on Deathstroke?