#stephanie brown fic

[dandeliont3aandsageleaves]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64372099/chapters/165257383

Hey guys I'm starting a dragon rider au featuring Stephanie Brown *throws fic and runs*

[nokomiss]

Fic: The Letter of Recommendation

(minor Stephanie Brown/Harley Quinn and Harley/Ivy, T, 4154 words)

After being recognized by the Riddler, Stephanie Brown gets pulled into a memorable girl’s night with him, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.

[nonagesimus]

Birthday Prompt 1 - Steph and Jason - Narrative Parallels

Prompted by @vvienne

—

“Why weren’t you angry?” Jason asks, one night, sprawled on a rooftop near the marina. “When you came back?”

He’s staring at the stars like they owe him something, but then Steph’s pretty sure he looks at the whole world that way. She’s sitting up, leaning back on her hands, looking at a neon sign down the street that says, ‘Roger’s Hot Basement,’ that she’s already taken note she needs to ask Tim about.

“I was angry,” she said.

His head tips back so he can fix that hungry look on her and she shrugs.

“I don’t think what happened to us was the same, really.”

It’d taken time, after she died, to realise how bad it had really been. Between the drugs, and leaving Gotham, and Leslie being cagier than Steph had ever expected her to be. The full weight of it, the fact that it had been more than just getting hurt really bad, that had hit later. Followed immediately by the thought of that memorial in the Cave, and every word Bruce had ever said about her being too rash, and the fact that maybe he’d been right.

They’ve never had any deep conversations about why Jason did what he did when he came back. She figures part of it was not being remembered the way he wanted too—Honestly she feels like she would’ve been happy being remembered at all.

“Ok, but still,” Jason breaks in through her thoughts. “You never seemed angry.”

“I think you were in prison and didn’t know who I was at the time,” she retorts, which gets a bark of laughter. She cracks her neck idly while she tries to put it into words. “I didn’t—I died peacefully. Kind of. Like I got hurt violently, but I died in the clinic. And Leslie was there, and when I woke up after, Leslie was still there.”

There’s a soft acknowledging noise behind her. It almost sounds sad.

She risks asking, “Did you wake up alone?”

There’s silence so long she thinks he’s not going to say anything. Then, still quiet, “I think the first time. But when I… When I can actually remember. Talia was there.”

She twitches, despite herself. “Damian’s mom?”

“Mm.” Barely an acknowledgement. Not a lot of tone to go on.

But she feels like she knows enough about Damian to make some assumptions. “Probably a different vibe. And Bruce—He’s not my dad like he is yours.”

She’s a little worried it’s going to transition into a full Daddy Issues rant, but when she looks over she just sees Jason’s eyebrows pull together into a frown. “Did you want him to be?”

“Oof.” She winces. “Yes? No? Kind of? He was dead when I came back but I think even if he’d been around, by that point…” She trails off.

Jason’s laugh is drier this time. “Dying kind of takes the shine off it, right?”

“Maybe I just saw how fucked up the rest of you got,” she shoots back.

“Touché.”

There’s silence for a little bit. It feels like the conversation is done, but at the same time Steph can’t help chewing it over. It isn’t really as simple as just, Bruce as her dad or not. As Jason’s dad or not. Maybe the lustre has worn off, but he’s still better than her actual dad. She’s pretty sure Jason could say the same. But just…

She can remember, in Leslie’s clinic, everything fading out, asking Bruce if she’d ever really been Robin, and him saying she had. She can also remember, after she came back, asking if he’d never given her a memorial was because he knew she wasn’t dead, and he’d said yes. She’s pretty sure at least one of those wasn’t true, but she’s never been able to tell when Bruce lies.

She wonders if Jason knows better than she does. Maybe she should ask for tips.

Instead she says, “So, if I did get super mad and want to try out a whole villain turn, do you have any pointers? Things you would’ve done differently, contacts you can recommend?”

Jason grins. “Stop copying me.”

“You wish I was copying you.”

[stephaniebrownslover]

Updates about my fics!!

Here, my AO3 account;

https://archiveofourown.org/users/stephaniebrownslover

Ongoing Fics;

Stray Souls||Ticciwork-centric Creepypasta Fanfiction

Well, I got my phone back from service so I can keep continue to translate it. Wait for an update soon!!

Purple Dreams(For Purple Hearts)

Well mother look what the war did to my legs and to my tongue

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

I'm truly sorry for people who waiting an update for mu Steph fics, I'm sorry but I just can't bring myself to write anything Batman related after Gotham War. What they did in that arc was purely awful and I can't get over my hate for it since months.

So this is why I can't write anything about Stephanie even though I love her so much, but I swear I'll try my best to do something about it.

Also I don't like how I characterize some of the characters and I can't feel like they're in-character.

So yeah, hoping for motivation.

Fight or Flight

No one seemed to like it including myself so this will probably be discontinued.

Plus, I started to lose my interest in Scriddler ship.

Meaningless Azula Drabbles And Oneshots

I do have an angsty oneshot inspired by Azula In The Spirit Temple comic but I need the motivation to translate it.

I don't like this oneshot much either.

Upcoming Fics(sometime);

Boy with Red Arrows[Roy Harper]

I need to learn more about Arrowfam for starting chapter 2 but I don't have much time so it's less likely to come soon.

My Creepypasta AU Fanfic And Character Files

Still working on Clockwork character file and it's so damn boring to do, I can't stay motivated on this topic. Here, have a sneak peak.

Oh, did I mentioned that this work is Clockwork-centric?

...

History

Birth date: 13.10.1994

Place of birth: America/New Jersey

Key family members:

Mary Beth Ouellette (Mother; Deceased)

David Ouellette (Father; Deceased)

Lucas Ouellette (Brother

Notable events/milestones: Won an art competition for kids, sadly she never got praised for it

Tried to drink beer once, hated it but now she can stand its taste so we can say that she learned to like it

Wanted to start her little rock band with Toby, they even tried to find some other members, but that dream never came true as you can see

Met with Toby in high school, while stealing coffee from cafeteria but she doesn't recalls that

Killed her family and put a clock on her left eye, then burned her house down to the ground, she is an well-known and scarred killer ever since that day

One time, when her mother was really drunk and Natalie was acting like she is sleeping, her mother said "I'm so sorry my baby, I'm sorry." and after leaving the room, Natalie bursted into tears

Criminal record: Has so many records since she's really sloppy about hiding evidence, still police can't catch her- maybe because she kills all the police officers who catch her

...

Trapped In A Maze//Stephanie Brown

A weird Stephanie work because I love her so much that I want her to suffer.

If I Die Tonight, Would I Be a Hero Like You?「Azula & Zuko」

Basically a Vampire AU which continues on where the show left.

I want to start writing this thing as soon as possible but I'm not sure whether I can keep updating or not

Fire siblings centric.

ChesRoy(Cheshire x Roy Harper) Oneshots

I love this ship so much and I already have 2 oneshots which need editing and translation.

Creepypasta Humans Vs. Vampires AU

I have a simple post about it but I would really love to keep working on this AU, if you guys want to learn more about it.

Heart Of The Christmas[Batfamily Oneshot]

Just a classic, fluffy Oneshot where Bruce is not an asshole. But I can't stand writing him anymore, sorry.

Stephanie Brown Angst Oneshot-Part 2

Yeah, a oneshot where she gets her revenge from her father.

So...What Happened To Our Money?[Batfamily Coffee Shop Au Fanfic]

They open a coffee shop; that's it, that's the plot.

The Annual Of Purple Alien's Homecoming[Stephanie Brown+Batfamily Oneshot]

Again, a fluffy angsty, Steph centric oneshot.

Christmas Brings Chaos||Creepypasta Oneshot

Let's just say if I ever have time to write this, it'll be very chaotic

Happy Deadly Halloweens||Creepypasta Oneshot

A fluffy creepypasta Halloween oneshot.

Nurse Ann's Origin Story

You guys know that Nurse Ann doesn't have a origin story, right?

So I really want to write a 2010's styled oneshot origin for her. This will be not canon but it would be still fun to do. I hope I can do this soon.

Hunter[Jane The Killer]

A Jane centric fic where she lives her life with Mary and hunts Jeff.

Rainy Days In Summer Months||Batfamily Oneshot

Batkids would be locked in manor in a rainy day for some reason and they'll try to have some fun.

A Maze Full Of Killers[Creepypasta]

A fic with a similar plot to Hunger Games but also different than it. I don't know, it's confusing and I haven't decided who's the main character.

Babysitting Show[Crack Batfamily Minific]

Yup, there's a show where hero's babysit a literal baby and it's centered around Batfamily. Maybe I can keep going with other heroes as the story develops but I don't think this will last long.

[prlssprfctn]

Kinda need the whole family being tired as fuck from Tim's love stories and drama, so they send him away every time he finds a new crush.

Tim, struggling on how to confess to Kon: Hey, Dick, can you give me a dating advice? Dick: Oh, sure Dick, beaming cluelessly: Are you back with Steph? Tim: Oh no, I- Dick: Oh, right, sorry! Bart, right? Tim, embarrassed: No, I was- Dick: Omg, sorry, it was, uh, Bern? Tim: You know what... Forget it. Tim: *leaves* Dick, sighing in relief: Works every time. I hate giving dating advices.

Tim: Steph, can I have a dating advice? Steph, unimpressed: Are you cheating on someone again? Tim: ...Whatever.

Tim: Bruce- Bruce, hopeful: Yeah? Need help with something? Tim, thinking twice: ...Uh, actually no. Bruce: :(

Tim, stopping in front of Damian's door, unsure: ... Damian, right through the closed door: Drake. Spare us both. Tim: *groan*

Tim: So, I have this situation... Duke: Wait, I'll put the voice message recording, I need to send this to Cass, while she is on the mission Tim: Oh my god, MY LIFE IS NOT EVEN THAT MESSY! FORGET IT.

Tim, seething through his teeth on Jason's doorstep: You are my last hope. I am not even kidding. Jason: Woah. What happened to Alfie? Tim, with his eye twitching: He started to reminisce about his romance with Lizzie. Like, Queen Elizabeth. Lizzie. I can't listen to this any more. I need fucking advice. How to confess to Kon. Jason, who constantly writes fanfiction, but since his love life is non-existent at this point, uses his family's messy dating histories as an inspiration and references: ...Okay. Tim, gagged: Seriously? Jason: Yeah. Just work with me. What we are working with? Bridgerton ass romance? Miss Austen type of flair? Bronte's kind of insanity? Tim, sniffling: tHanK yOu

[olailamajnoon]

Dick, on the phone: *leans away* Clark says hi, guys.

Tim: Hi!

Jason: Hi.

Cassandra: Hi.

Stephanie: Hi.

Duke: Hi!

Damian: Hi.

Dick, on the phone: Clark they all say hi back.

Bruce to himself, so done: Truly a pinnacle of human communication. I say something they ignore me, but it's all 'hi' like synchronized idiots when it comes to Clark.

Clark, faintly audible: Bruce I heard that.

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick ‘has been a barista like 90 times over 50 years of comics Grayson’ can absolutely prepare whatever drink you want him too. He can also guess/ judge what your go to order is.

With the bats

He can guess what WILL be there favorite even if they’ve never tried it before

——————

Bruce on 13 mins of sleep fucking exhausted but even Alfred isn’t giving him shit bc they HAVE TO crack this case: hrn

Dick plopping a take away coffee cup in front of him: DRINK

Bruce goes through a quick is this my son or a shapeshifter, mind control, demon situation before deciding fuck it we ball and taking a sip: this… tastes different

Dick: yeah

Bruce ‘actual freak who grumbles when coffee isn’t bitter enough’ Wayne: this is good

Dick: yeah it’s a red eye

Bruce: hrn

Dick: yeah no problem B

——————

Jay (just got done fighting aliens and needs to get back to whatever he was doing before) : get me a Drink as black as my soul

Dick: sure

Dick brings back the drink from the kitchen

Dick: strawberry iced matcha with oat milk right here for you

Jay: what the fuck Goldie

Dick: I saw you sobbing at the notebook a week ago don’t play tough with me and don’t fucking lie we both know you like tea more.

Jay sputtering: Don’t PLAY TOUGH? BROTHER I PUT A BUNCH OF HEADS A BAG AND MADE THE UNDERWORLD INTO MY BITCH

Dick: yes yes Jay now go drink your tea and run along

(It is the best fucking thing he’s ever tried, bought a matcha making kit as soon as he got him, has denied it ever since but Dick doesn’t buy it and keeps making him the drink)

—————-

Tim:

Dick:

Tim:

Dick:

Tim:

Dick: you’re a heathen

Tim: proudly

Dick: fine take the monster and go OH MY GOD

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Steph wincing at the taste of a latte: there’s something seriously wrong with this place, no matter how much sugar I add it’s just bitter

Dick: yeah Steph it’s bc they burn the beans to get more use of em

Dick: you could add all the cream and milk you want it’s not gonna do shit

Steph: ugh this is the only coffee spot on my campus in so screwed

Dick pulling out a takeaway coffee cup: don’t worry I brought you some from home

Steph: Jesus fuck this is delicious

Dick: upside down sweet almond latte with caramel and double espresso

Steph: should’ve married into the family with Tim god damn

Dick: Cass is still an option

Steph: what

Dick: what

——————————-

Dick:

Duke:

Dick:

Duke:

Dick: you’re one of Tim’s heathens aren’t you

Duke: just because I like energy drinks more doesn’t mean I don’t LIKE coffee

Dick grumbling: should’ve left you with the cops

Duke: what was that? I didn’t hear you

Dick thrusting the coffee cup at him: just take it, end my suffering

Duke: oh damn that’s good… what is it

Dick:…. It’s Vietnamese style coffee

Duke: fuck I might I have to switch, Jesus that’s good

Dick vaguely smug: another victory

—————

Dick: hey Cass

Cass: busy… like you should be

Dick: yeah, yeah I have like 6 mins of free time left before I have to meet up with Robin (Tim) for an op

Dick: anyway i made you strawberry hot chocolate

Cass: this isn’t coffee

Dick: it has 180 milligrams of caffeine

Cass: how?

Dick: don’t ask difficult questions

Dick: where the hell did she go?

Dick: is this how everyone else feels about us?

——————

Damian: I want coffee

Dick: you’re an infant, no

Damian: IM 15 GRAYSON

Dick: a certifiable baby

Damian: I hate you

Dick: you would hate me more if you stunted your growth and ended up Tim sized

Tim: HEY!

Damian: this is true… apologies Richard

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

need more fics where Jason is told by one of the batfam that they're "Happy he's alive" and he either stares blankly at them or his eyes well with tears he can't control and before he can stop himself he's like "What?" and it sounds like a whisper, like he's positive he misheard. and the family member repeats themselves, feeling suddenly like they've stepped onto a landmine. and then-

"no one's said that to me. since i've been back." and Jason doesn't mean to say it, but he hadn't really realized it himself until that moment and it feels like his chest is cracking open where he stands, and his eyelashes feel clumpy, and his throat has a stone pushing up against his vocal chords.

Some subconscious part of him has always felt it-- has been aware he's never been told directly that anyone is happy he's alive and back... but now it's out there in the world, and he realizes he's been waiting on it for years. He's been waiting to be told that someone is happy he's alive. He wonders, briefly, if those words might have fixed everything in the early days. If he had just felt like Bruce wanted him back, if he had just felt that Bruce didn't see him as some cosmic mistake wearing the face of his dead son... would it have changed anything? He doesn't know. doesn't know if he wants to know.

because it didn't happen. the words were never said.

until now.

"no one?" the family member asks in dawning horror.

and the silence that follows is deafening.

[pacificwaternymph]

Did you guys know that Duke's tag on Ao3 only has 7,000 fics? Because I didn't.

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤLOVE ME GENTLYㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : Cute Things That They Do When They're In Love.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Male Cassandra Cain, Male Stephanie Brown.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

He gets up earlier just to make you coffee —and not just any coffee, the perfect one: oat milk, a swirl of honey, exactly 173 degrees. He’ll place it on your nightstand with a silent kiss to your forehead before disappearing into Bat-mode. You pretend you don’t notice—but you totally do.

Leaves post-it notes when he goes on patrol. They’re hilariously robotic: “Breakfast in fridge. Don’t forget vitamins. Love you. — B.” But he draws a little bat in the corner every time, and you keep every one of them.

He reads bedtime stories to you when you can’t sleep —but it’s always classic literature. Pride and Prejudice. The Great Gatsby. He’ll be half-asleep himself, voice rough and low. One night he mumbles, “Mr. Darcy is weak. I would’ve burned down London for you.” You never let him forget it.

Sleeps with his head on your chest. The man carries Gotham on his back but curls up like a cat when he finally sleeps. His favorite thing? Your heartbeat. He won’t say it out loud, but that’s how he knows he’s home.

He keeps a framed candid photo of you on his Batcomputer. It’s you, mid-laugh, covered in flour, from when you tried to bake together. Tim caught it. Bruce keeps it where no villain will ever find it—but he looks at it before every mission. Every single one.

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

He gives you piggyback rides literally everywhere. Down the street? Piggyback. Grocery store? You’re climbing on. You joke that his back must be destroyed—he grins and says, “Baby, I do flips off rooftops. You weigh like, three clouds.”

Kisses your cheeks 37 times a day. Minimum. Your temple. Your jaw. Your nose. Bonus kisses if you’re mad at him. He’ll follow you around the apartment like a puppy, peppering kisses like, “Still mad? What about now? Now?? NOW???”

He talks in his sleep and it’s always about you. Once he said, “No, she can’t marry Chris Evans, I’m hotter,” and you laughed so hard you woke him up. He whined, “Wait—what did I say?” You just kissed his dumb forehead.

He braids your hair. Like, really well. Like it’s a thing. “Comes with the package,” he claims. He’ll sit behind you on the couch, legs on either side, humming some 80s song while twisting your hair like he’s done it forever.

He fake cries to get cuddles. Full pout, big eyes, “Baaaby… you don’t love me anymore…” until you sigh and pull him into your lap. He melts. Absolute cuddle slut.

— JASON TODD ⋆

He lets you paint his nails. He acts all annoyed, muttering about toxic masculinity, but then he flex and be like, “Damn, I look good.” Also lets you do matching colors.

He makes you playlists with names like ‘If You Ever Leave Me I’ll Die (jk... unless?)’. It’s full of angsty rock and a few disgustingly romantic acoustic songs you know he’d never admit to liking. You tease him. He shrugs. “I’m a man of culture.”

Carries your lip balm in his jacket. He grumbles about it every time: “You have, like, five of these.” But he pulls it out before you even ask, like some sort puppy.

Always comes home with something for you. A book you mentioned once. A weird snack from a gas station. A kitten once. “He was gonna get hit by a car, what was I supposed to do?!”

He gets super possessive when you're sick. No one else is allowed to help. He makes soup (burnt), tucks you in (aggressively), and yells at your fever. “She’s not answering your texts because she’s DYING. BACK OFF.”

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

He draws you in his sketchbook all the time. But never shows you. He’ll be all tsundere about it—“It’s not for display,”—yet the moment you catch a glimpse and say, “Is that me?”, he’s like, “Tt. Obviously.” (It’s always you.)

He feeds the stray animals because you like them. Now Gotham has a growing population of cats, crows, and one raccoon named after you that follows Damian home. “She understands command. Clearly superior.”

He makes you lunch bento boxes. They’re perfectly arranged. Like, Michelin star level. Sometimes they have little food animals. You once teased him about it and he straight-faced replied, “Aesthetics are important.” But his ears were so red.

He picks flowers for you during patrol. Like—he’ll come home at 4AM covered in blood with a perfectly intact wildflower in his hand. “It reminded me of you,” he mutters. “Resilient. Pretty. Sharp if touched incorrectly.”

When he’s injured, he goes to you. Even when Alfred or medical professionals are RIGHT THERE. You could have no medical knowledge and he’ll still stumble in, covered in blood, saying, “I’m fine. Just… hold me for a moment.”

— CASSIAN CAIN ⋆

He only speaks to you. One or two words max. But when he does? It's so soft. You’ll be talking and suddenly hear a tiny: “Pretty.” Or “Sad?” Or “Stay.” He’ll tug your sleeve and rest his head on your shoulder and that’s it. You’ve melted.

He copies everything you do. You tilt your head? He does too. You braid your hair? He stares until you let him try. He mimics you like a curious baby bird, trying to understand the world through your eyes. He loves your laugh and repeats the sound softly under his breath when he’s alone.

He believes everything you say. You once told him ducks are just water chickens and now he will fight Bruce over that fact. “Chicken,” he says seriously, pointing at a duck on patrol. “No, Cass—” Too late. He’s already gone.

When you cry, he cries. He doesn’t understand why it happens—he just feels it. Even if it’s a sad commercial. Suddenly he's sitting next to you, eyes full of tears, holding your hand. “Why?” he asks softly. And it makes you cry harder.

You’re his safe place. You talk, he listens. You sit, he follows. You nap, he curls up at your feet like a puppy. Sometimes he tugs your hoodie sleeve and signs, Home? And he doesn’t mean a building.

— STEPHEN BROWN ⋆

He falls in love with you hard. Like day one. He makes it everyone’s problem. “I think I met my wife,” he says to Barry (M!Barbara). He's like, “You’ve known her for five minutes dude.” Stephen shrugs. “Yeah. I’d die for her.”

He wants to match with you in EVERYTHING. Pajamas. Costumes. Hoodies. He even altered his vigilante suit to match your favorite color. Tim saw and just walked away like he couldn’t handle the secondhand embarrassment.

He builds you blanket forts. Complete with snacks, fairy lights, and a “no sadness allowed” sign. He calls it “The Anti-Depression Fortress.” You both stay up giggling like kids.

He cries when you do nice things. You brought him lunch once and he got misty-eyed. “No one ever packs me food,” he said, voice cracking. You put a sticky note on his sandwich and he framed it. It said, “Eat your damn veggies.”

He accidentally proposes once a week. You’ll say “this soup is amazing,” and he’ll go, “Marry me.” You’ll trip and land in his arms? “That’s a sign. Marriage time.” He’s serious every time. You’ve started keeping a tally.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[queenofthearchives]

BAMF Alfred Pennyworth holding a rifle. Caption reads: 'My rifle? Why, Master Bruce, I never leave the house without it!' This is from my fic Tim and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by QueenoftheArchives on ao3. If you're in the mood for some batfam crack fic, give it a read.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62690473/chapters/160486216#workskin

[amarachno]

Every time Bruce pisses one of his kids off, they dramatically proclaim something along the lines of, “I hate you! Im going to stay with mom!!!” and then run off.

The first time it happens, Bruce nearly pisses himself because he takes it as some sort of suicidal ideation thing. He tries to go after whichever kid started this, probably Dick, but is unable to find them for whatever reason. He decides to look as Batman. Bruce absolutely sick with worry.

Selina Kyle put his kid in a catsuit.

As time goes on, more of his kids pull this little stunt and Bruce is a little less concerned. Every so often Catwoman is seen with her sidekick ‘Stray’ but every time Stray is makes an appearance they have a wildly different gender, height, and body type. It always the same costume design but in different sizes

Even Cass participated once! Bruce just sighed deeply and looked vaguely regretful. The only one who hadnt made an appearance as Stray had been Damian. Bruce really couldnt imagine Damian running off to be Stray. The kid still had his birth mother so there was no reason to.. become… stray…

Damian shows up as Stray. Instead of his sibling’s preferred stolen objects as a trophy? Selina let him keep a cat. The worst part? The cat’s name is Selina.

Jason as stray

[frownyalfred]

we don’t talk enough about the random stashes and caches the Batkids have all over Gotham. not Jason’s safe houses, not the random places Bruce buys up to keep weapons and cars — I mean the duct taped box of petty cash jammed in a random gargoyle’s mouth on the roof of the old abandoned Gotham Opera. the stash of expired protein bars Dick left wrapped up in a plastic bag and buried in a planter outside of GCPD headquarters. random ammo dumps Jason keeps all over town in strategic 1.5 square mile intervals so he’s always got a bail-out option. Bruce’s endless supply of backup comms and trackers that are glued inside the back vent of every single Green Line bus that runs through Gotham that doubles as a moving tracking net for Oracle. Duke’s candy stash that he keeps inside a light pole at the top of the Narrows for bad days. or for kids who run through the candy he usually carries on his belt. Tim’s bug-out medical bags he developed with Bruce and stores all over downtown with AEDs because he had to defib a civilian once and never wanted to be unprepared again. Cass and Damian’s constantly evolving trade of mini animal figurines that they leave on various perches/rooftops the Batfamily use. Steph’s backup gloves she hides in a disconnected electrical panel because hers always rip at the worst time. Cigarettes both Jason and Bruce keep for bribes (different brands) (same stash location) etc. the possibilities in a city as large but also as compact as Gotham are endless, especially when Wayne Manor and even a well-stocked safe house might be too far away at any given time.

[ashoss]

batman and robin in the spotlight

plus the wip i gave up on bc i didnt like batman's face lolol

it was a bit of a dan mora study that i wasnt taking too seriously- just rlly in the face and hair but i still hated it lol. maybe ill do an actual dan mora study bc his style is sooo yummy

[stephaniebrownslover]

Chapters: 1/78 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death

Guys omg I have a new fic but I swear I'll finish this one because MCR made me work hard for plot. So it would be a shame if I won't finish.

[rewrittenwrongs]

Tim starts a Tumblr account and posts ‘incorrect quotes’ for all the bats, only they’re not incorrect they’re all actual conversations/sentences they’ve had, and he gains a huge following super quick because every line is pure gold. Barbara is the first to find out and agrees to help keep the secret, then it’s Stephanie who either gains access to the account or starts writing fanfic abt the batfam that includes all these details that line up a bit too perfectly with the truth because it’s hilarious, then Duke who thinks it’s genius and either still makes them buy his silence or starts drafting posts for Tim that he said with/to civilians and/or alone on patrol. Then Dick finds out because one of the Titans shows him this funny blog they found and he recognises almost every post, so he starts looking into it just as Tim starts posting Young Justice and Teen Titans ‘incorrect’ quotes too, and they have to blackmail him into silence.

When Bruce finds out he demands Tim delete the account, and instead Tim posts the entire conversation.