#the bats

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Very public and an obviously not fake Batman is Bruce Wayne reveal

But Bruce simple acts like this never happened

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Reporter: MR. WAYNE, MR. WAYNE, WHY HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THE FACT YOU ARE A FOUNDING JUSTICE LEAGUE MEMBER?

Bruce, head tilt, eyes squinted: .. What is a “justice league”

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Reporter: Mr. Wayne, prince and knight of Gotham-

Bruce: why would I be “night” of Gotham? I would be 3:24 pm at most

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Gothamite: thank you for the save Batman… or Mr. Wayne… do I call you Batman in the suit and Mr. Wayne when you get coffee on Wednesdays?

Batman: *turning around slowly* what the fuck is a Mr. Wayne?

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Villain: ah, Batman, or should I say BRUCE WAYNE-

Batman: *puffing up* WHO is this ‘Wayne’ and why is he impersonating me

[were-wolverine]

[ryemiffie]

Uh something something Nightwing goes to kill Joker after Jason's death and joker says "Everyone knows the bats don't kill!" And then Nightwing says "I'm not a bat, I'm a robin" ..aaaaanyways, crinkle cut or waffle fries??

[sketchnskribbles]

December Prompt: Tangled up in Christmas Lights

((The bg is not mine. I found it on google))

With carefully controlled huffs of air, one quiet figure ran on the many rooftops that made up the dark and dreary streets of his fair city.

With a sharp inhale, he braced himself for another leap from one roof to the next. Tucking into a well practice roll and springing back up to continue. The HUD within his icon red mask faithfully directed him to where Oracle had said two of his fellow Knights were staking out a potential lead.

They’d been working on the same case for nearing about two months now. It had been enough of a brain scratcher that the Batman, himself, had even asked for Hood to utilize his own underworld contacts in the hopes of singling out the new terror that threatened their streets.

Jason had made no attempt to restrain his enthusiasm in dangling Bruce’s reluctant request over his head. “Oh… so you need my help? The Big Bad Bat crawling to lil ol’ me?”

The old man certainly regretted it, Jason was sure. He’d toned it down after a couple of weeks. To the relief of the family. It wasn’t exactly something that stayed amusing for long. He could admit that much.

Despite the grief he’d given. Red Hood’s contacts proven to be the correct route and he had become privy to a meeting between some of their current suspects. It had been originally planned to be two Tuesdays out.

Until Oracle had just reached out to him ten minutes ago that the meeting time frame had been, for whatever reason, accelerated and the meeting had been pushed for that very night.

Hood had been urged to meet up with Nightwing and Robin just outside the location radius.

It was as much a relief to be able to shuffle to a stop, as much as it was a let down. Nothing like a good bout of parkour to really get the blood pumping.

He took in deep deliberate breaths as he looked around in search of the familiar colors of blue, red, and yellow.

The vigilante crime lord tilted his head and placed his hands on his hips when there were no brothers in sight. “Huh…”

To the side, an abandoned glass bottle skidded across a darkened corner and over the side of the roof. It brought the hairs on the back of his head stand on end and he carefully shifted into a fighting position. Briefly, he considered bringing out one of his guns, before dismissing the thought. He was currently outside of Crime Alley on a job for the Bats. It’d be best to at least try to play along by there rules.

For now.

A scuffle came from behind and Hood ducked. Rolling backwards and successfully tripping his would-be attacker.

With an “Oof!” A certain small angry bird collided with the Red Hood and stumbled back up to his feet. The scowl that was shot at him made Jason laugh out loud. His gaze inevitably went from his baby brother’s face and down to what Robin was holding.

A jolt of confusion ran through the crime lord to see the unplugged cord of Christmas lights clutched tightly in the kid’s hand. “Wha—”

One of Jason’s arms, that he had raised with the plan to scratch the back of his neck, was ensnared by what had to be the other end of the cord. There had been still plenty more slack to be used and Jason had been far too shocked to make any defense when Nightwing had ran past his field of sight with a particularly heinous cackle. Forcing Jason’s arm against his chest.

Damian came back into action and both the oldest and youngest Robins made quick work of wrapping up the second Robin in a very seasonal trap.

“Tsk, and here I thought you would actually present a challenge.” The little ankle biter dared to scoff out.

Jason tested his restraints with a sharp jolt. His limbs were too tightly wrapped to give him enough room to try to break free. The hand partially hidden away from his laughing brothers already held a small knife that began to cut into the cords.

“Oh-ho, man, Little Wing!” Dick ran a hand through his messy hair. “You really make for a great Christmas tree. If only we had a proper outlet to light you up!”

“Indeed. Quite a pity.” Damian shook his head. He stood proudly next to his oldest brother with a satisfied expression.

“You tricked me!” Jason snarled. Making a show of trying to break free. Not wanting them to notice his slow progress just yet, if at all. He could feel his blood pressure rising at the laughter unashamedly bursting from his earpiece. Barbara was certainly having the time of her life for being someone that was now on his shit-list.

“Perhaps you should have listened better to your lessons within the league.” The little demon mused. Pretending to check his nails through his stupid little green gloves.

Nightwing was already pulling out a folded piece of paper that really made Hood groan. With a clearing of his throat the eldest brother began, “Who hides in the bakery at Christmas?”

The night was startlingly quiet for a city that was notorious for its streets to be bursting with gunshots and screams. It was typically slower during this line of year. It was at this point considered to be bad luck to commit crimes or even make a pit stop at a store during the holidays. As that was usually when the crazies normally liked to come out.

Jason was pretty sure the crazies included the hero vigilantes as well, considering the literal torture he was now going to be subjected to.

“Well?” Dick asked with a pout. “Aren’t you gonna ask who?”

Damian brought out an intricately designed dagger with narrowed eyes. Perfectly standing where Dick couldn’t see him. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Who?” The crime lord grunted out. He had to stay calm. It wouldn’t due to lose his advantage when he’d nearly found the weak point in his bindings.

“A mince spy!” Nightwing declared with a rather blinding smile. “What’s every elf’s favorite type of music?”

“What?” Jason sighed.

“Wrap!”

Jason waited for three more “jokes” to pass when the most opportune time arose.

The screech of a cat and the clangs of fallen cans drew his brothers’ attention away and he cut the last thread he needed for his wrappings to fall off him.

With a slow roll of his neck and shoulders, he met the shocked expressions of his fellow vigilantes and leered over them threateningly. Uttering only a single word, “run.”

[haveihitanerve]

Im a complicated person. Sometimes I want cute platonic batfamily fluff and other times I want soap opera level complicated with inner shipping between the family. Either way I see them as a found family that at the end of day cares about each other.

exactly! we can have both... i have a broad variety of tastes!

@darkcrowprincess

[thebat-musicman]

do you think couples in Gotham do Bruce Wayne x Batman roleplay. do you think the bats have witnessed this.

[rubydubydoo122]

Who feeds the bats (the animals on the cave ceiling, not the vigilantes lol) in the batcave? Damian, probably. But once he leaves... Or does nobody feed them since they probably hunt for themselves?

Well, the cave existed before batman turned it into his batcave, so I would assume they just hunted for themselves the entire time, but Damian would've definitely fed them, and Dick would be like "Don't do that, they might eat you" (which is exactly what Bruce told him when Dick tried to feed the bats)

[thestarwarslesbian]

Eda: Look at that idiot trying to lead a rebellion while wearing a bat mask. Raine: Blasphem-you. Eda: Eda: That's my idiot.

[humanoidluv]

can i summon the kate kane artists to draw her as this format

[bandcampsnoop]

6/2/24.

I'm guessing Black Country, New Road and Dry Cleaning have listened to their fair share of Porridge Radio (Brighton, England) over the years. There's an intensity and song structure that recalls the fine work of both bands.

But this is way poppier than BCNR or Dry Cleaning. In fact, to me it sounds like The Bats crossed with either of those bands. But before I get too far out over my skis - "Rice, Pasta And Other Fillers" is the only Porridge Radio I've heard.

This album was originally released by Memorials of Distinction back in 2016. They've since repressed the LP and it's still available on Bandcamp.

[romanticjunk]

Prison Blues

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Part two (I kept forgetting to add the verification check so the ones with tim and jason that don’t have it ignore plz cuz I rlly don’t want to remake them🫶) (Cass and Damian don’t have Twitter btw) master-post

[were-wolverine]

people acting like dick would struggle to pick up/carry jason as if he can’t easily lift a grown man with one hand

everyone talks about bruce working out so he can still pick up his kids (mainly jason bc he’s the tallest and bulkiest) but no one talks about how dick could very likely pick up and carry bruce with little to no strain. in fact, bro could probably carry bruce and jason (with some effort)

like dick is way stronger than people think, just because he’s built like a gymnast and not a body builder. bro once supported over a thousand fucking pounds of rubble in order to save people from a burning building !!

anyway just. ranting about dick grayson as always

[ryemiffie]

More quotes from my day as batfam incorrect quotes:

Bruce: ...are you covered in ten gallons of pink gloss nail polish?

Dick: ...

Bruce: ...

Dick: ..no

Bruce: I really want to believe you.

Dick, sighing: ...me too

[imexperiencinggrowthgetoverit]

Can anyone recommend fanfiction that has The Bats gun trained?

Ideally theres a situation where they have to show off they can use them with extreme skill to save lives and it floors people