#the batfamily

[invincibledc]

ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐌𝚰𝐋𝐘 𝐗 𝐒𝐏𝚰𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙

During the time being of shifting to a whole new universe, you peacefully rock back and forth in your little web hammock. Listening to “Sunflower”, a song that Miles put you on.

“Oooh oooh, she wanna ride me like a cruise—” You were then cut off by dick bursting into your room with a big grin.

“Y/n, get your best clothes on. We’re going out!” the pretty boy exclaims, going through your dresser.

You got up with a raised brow, turning off your phone. “What the occurrence?” you caught a hoodie with your quick reflexes, putting the hoodie on as Dick just smiles.

“You’ll be in a shock, my dear friend.”

⚉

And here you, in the car looking like a fresh New York hobo. (it was just streetwear, but you still looked like you just woke up despite not) You gave dick a clear side eye, and he could tell as he started to get nervous. Despite you being a chill guy, your death stare is always scary.

It's that Spiderman genes you as you kept a blank stare at him, watching him like prey.

“Okay stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop with that—” he then points at you, wiggling his finger as he pulls over.

“With what?”

Dick gave you the “da faq?” kinda nod as you scrunched up your face. “Dickhead” you said lowly. Dick lets you out of the car, having you blindfolded.

Now you were getting suspicious vibes, dick hummed a small tune, rocking you back and forth playfully.

You stayed quiet, now feeling stuck in one place, dick rips the blindfold off. The bright world blinded you for another time than the dark, squinting, you see a banner that says “HAPPY 1 YEAR FOR STAYING WITH US!” with Tim having a party horn in his mouth, blowing it as confetti fell from two small cannons Jason had plugged in.

“What the..” you said gradually, not believing this as Damian walked to you, giving you a small smile that usually creeps you out due to him usually smiling before attacking you. Playfully of course.

But here he is, coming to you, opening up the cake lid to show your Spider-Man hero persona on it with a heart.

“Happy year for you to be with us, L/N.” without anything, he hugs you, making you freeze. You swore you thought your spider senses were going crazy as the other boys, stared at Damian surprised.

“Woah.. Not expected..” Dick says as Tim blows into the party horn again, clearly agreeing.

“Damn, seems like the demon found its peace,” Jason says teasingly as you just stood there with Damian still giving you a side hug with the cake far away.

[spicy-apple-pie]

And now we're going to see why Bruce and Talia aren't together anymore :p

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Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[prettiest-thing-in-the-coffin]

hear me out yall I can take them both (not in a fight) LIKE YALL GOTTA HESR EM OUT PLS

[arandomao3user]

I was so serious when I did this. TRUST!

i made a character sheet. free to use as you wish, feel free to change whatever you want XD open source ass thing. spent all of ~maybe an hour on it.

Credit: the text in the insert-image box comes from this video, and the text for the top three lines (intense, complex, fruity) comes from this post. The actual image was made with the free NBOS character sheet creator, which is a sort of dated but free and solid text-layout sheet maker intended for ttrpg style character sheet creation.

[cardinalcheerio]

Tim: Hey dick?

Dick: yeah?

Tim: Sooo... if someone were to hypothetically steal a sculpture called "The Hand". Would they call the heist, "The Hand Job"?

Dick *grinning and searching sculptures*: be a worse crime not to name it that

[lulurhythm]

Three Supporters' Specials Sneak Peeks!!!

For Fey_Clearwater:

   “Wiseass,” the man spit venomously, limping a little from the birdarang cut as he wrestled Robin to his feet. “Little half-ass punk-ass BITCH---”

   Robin wheezed as he was slammed up against a metal support, choking. “Y’r mom has… b’tt’r cursing… th’n that.”

   The hands around his throat tightened. Faintly, beyond the kicking of feet and the feeling for pressure points and the throbbing of slow-moving blood in Robin’s head, he heard a skylight open. Desperate, he expelled the last of his breath in loud, short, explosive bursts of whistling. Male on male aggression; engaged with hostile; help, help, help.

   “Wha’ d’ya know,” the bastard growled, meaty fingers tightening. “The little birdy CAN sing.”

   Robin hit his feet as the hands suddenly disappeared, coughing. It took a ringing eternity for his gasps to bring in enough air, and by then, his red night vision revealed more than a few bodies on the ground. The warehouse was completely silent.

   A gloved hand rested on his shoulder. “Let me see.”

   Robin tilted his neck back, wincing, and grabbed the idiot’s arm for balance as the threat of falling the fuck over became more likely. “Y’ came.”

   “Of course.” Gentle fingers prodded his throat for a moment before the white lenses moved up to his face. Impossibly, the mask--- and the voice--- both softened. “I will always come when you call me.” For CindersapSecrets:

   “Sit,” Wilson told him, and Tim sat. He rested his forehead on the cool countertop, but it sorta shocked his already cold-warm-cold nerves, so he forced himself to sit up instead. Everything was a little bit fuzzy. Why was he here again?

���Call your brother,” Wilson ordered quietly, dropping two charcoal pills into Tim’s limp hand.

   Tim squinted at them for a moment, decided they were probably just meant to soak up the suppressants and acid and whatever other shit shouldn’t have been in his twisting stomach, and accepted the juice box to swallow them with. “Deathstroke buys himself juice boxes?”

   “Kid… your brother.”

   “He’ll freak out.”

   “Your other brother.”

   “Oh.” Tim thought about that while he sipped on his juice. WOULD Jason pick him up? Would Jason even care? “Don’ think he likes me all that much.”

   “Neither do I.” Wilson bent over to give Tim a truly unamused look at eye level. “Guess what I’m doing?”

   Tim scowled stubbornly. “Not bein’ helpful.”

   “No, saving your life surely doesn’t fall into that category.” Deathstroke pulled Tim’s phone from his pocket, planting it in his hand. “CALL him.” For Carmine67:

   “Nightwing, secure the perimeter. Talk to Gordon,” Father’s voice rasped. His cape swished past the young Al Ghul’s shoulder, causing him to flinch. “Robin, secure Crane. We did good work tonight.”

   “Was that an actual compliment?” Robin’s grating voice piped up, scraping with a crackle across the Al Ghul’s eardrums. “Guys, I think that was a compliment.”

   The young Al Ghul scooped the commlinks from his ears, straightening as Father’s looming shadow turned toward him. Piercing white eyes bored through his bones, quickening his heavy, thundering heartbeat. “Shadow?”

   Shadow… The temporary alias they had given to him. It was so very demeaning. An insult they perhaps did not think him smart enough to place.

   There were millions of shadows. They meant nothing without the actions, without the light, that caused them to be. He was nothing without the patrons that allowed him to exist.

   You are a disappointment to your reality, Grandfather’s voice echoed strangely off the walls. Do remember that.

   “Yes, Father,” he managed to respond. His mouth felt full of mud, but he must have retained the skill of lying, because Father turned away with a grunt. All was well.

   All HAD to be well. They would send him back if he did not prove himself worthy. They would send him back to the unending war with pain.

[arandomao3user]

. . . Tim Drake having health issues incorrect quotes because f#-$ this fandom, I love Tim Drake and anyone who hates him hates me >:/

This... This turned out a lot angst-er than what I meant. It was supposed to be funny :/

I think I made it depressing???

(This actually happened to me five minutes ago and inspired me to write this.)

Bernard, talking about some conspiracy while lying beside Tim:

Tim, scrolling on his phone, abruptly stopping to gasp for air and slowly lie himself down:

Bernard: Tim?? Tim are you okay?

Tim, waving him off as he holds his arms above his head and slowly takes deep breathes:

Bernard: Tim!?

Tim, exhaling deeply: One sec. Sorry. My lungs aren't getting oxygen or something.

Bernard: ???

Tim, after ten minutes, slowly sits up and takes slow sips of water while still visibly out of breath: Okay. Good now. Continue.

Bernard: ?!?!?

—

Tim, mid swing, losing his of his grapple and falling: FU—

Jason: Uh, I think Red Robin just committed suicide.

Dick, catching him before he hits the ground, landing on a nearby roof: WHAT HAPPENED!?

Tim: Ugh, yeah, sorry, that happens.

Dick: WHAT!?

Tim: I just loose grip of things sometimes.

Dick: Tim.

Bruce, landing: That's extremely dangerous, why haven't you mentioned it to any of us?

Tim: Didn't feel like it.

—

Tim, having a visibly bad day, squeezing a stress ball several times:

Tim's hand losing grip of said stress ball for no damn reason except his body hates him:

Tim, instantly breaking down in tears:

Bruce: Uh, meeting over?

Bruce: Tim, Tim, it's okay...

Tim: I HATE MY STUPID BODY!

Bruce: I know, I know, shh...

—

(TW: Eating disorder? Eh, probably an eating disorder. I'm not diagnosed with one though.)

Tim, glaring down at a plate of food:

Duke: Uh, you good man?

Tim: I am starving.

Duke: . . . Then eat?

Tim: It should be that easy, shouldn't it?

Duke: Uh, should I get someone?

Tim: Cass, preferably.

Duke, leaving: Uh, yeah, sure.

Tim, glaring at the plate of food:

Cass: Can't eat?

Tim: It makes me sick just looking at it, but I'm so hungry, Cass! I haven't eaten in two days! I just wanna eat but everything I look at makes me sick! I can't even think about eating it.

Cass: . . . What do you wanna eat?

Tim: Nothing healthy...

Cass: Want to go get Dairy Queen and sit in a quiet, dimly lit place with music, alone, so you can eat?

Tim, sniffling: Yes, please.

—

Tim, making out with Bernard:

Tim, hissing abruptly as the sole of his foot cramps so bad he thinks it's gonna shrivel up and fall off: F*#&$!

Bernard: Tim? Tim, what is it?

Tim, messaging his sole through gritted teeth: Just a cramp, one second.

Bernard: Yeah, okay...

—

Tim, laying down, glaring at the ceiling: . . .

Tim, slowly lifting his arm to check his heart rate: . . . Go. Down. You. Pathetic. Trash.

Bernard, beside him: You can just lay in bed today, Timboo.

Tim: I don't want to. I wanna be able to stand without my heart protesting... Hey, get me caffeine.

Bernard: Tim, that makes your heart rate go up.

Tim: Not mine, for some reason it goes down.

Bernard: . . . What?

Tim: Yeah, weird, it works though.

Bernard, slowly grabbing caffeine pills: This is gonna end so bad.

(Yeah, it works for my body, not sure why. My cardiologist told me to drink more coffee :/)

—

Tim, about to have a breakdown of some kind, walking right into the sitting room where he can only find Jason: Jason. Lie on me.

Jason: Excuse me?

Tim, lying down on the couch: Lie on me. Crush me. Weighed blankets aren't doing it. I need to be squeezed to death.

Jason: I... 'kay???

Jason, texting Bruce real quick to see if this is normal before lying on Tim: Good?

Tim: Yes. Thank you.

Jason: ???

—

Damian: Are you even listening to me?!

Tim: Huh? Oh, sorry.

Tim, turning his head away: Can you repeat that?

Damian: . . . Why aren't you looking at me?

Tim: I hear better when I'm not looking at the person speaking.

Damian: wha...

—

Tim, making a literal nest of blankets on his bed in the manor: There!

Tim, curling into a fetal position in the center: >:3

Tim: . . . Hm. DICK!

Dick: Yeah, Baby bird?

Tim: Get in my nest.

Dick: Okay :D

Dick, climbing in and cuddling him: Good?

Tim: Better. Thanks. Now I'm safe and the images in my head won't kill me :)

Dick: Glad to hear it!

—

Stephanie: Uh, you good?

Tim, shaking so bad he can't even grip anything, teeth chattering audibly: Fine. I'm just. Going. Into shock. I have. Real bad. Rib pain.

Stephanie: Are you injured? Dude, lie down!

Tim, breathing very slow and shallow: No. If. I. Lie. Down. I won't. Be able. To. Get. Back up. It. Hurts. A lot. Not. Injured. Just happens.

Stephanie: BATMAN!?

—

Tim, losing his balance and gripping the counter tops for dear life:

Bernard: Tim!?

Tim: Fine! I'm fine! It happens!

—

Tim, zoning out:

Stephanie: Tim?

Tim:

Stephanie: Timmy?

Tim:

Stephanie: . . . Timmm???

Tim, blinking rapidly: Huh?

Stephanie: You were staring into space?

Tim: Was I? Weird. Anyways!

—

Tim: You... *incoherent sentence*

Harley: . . . What?

Ivy: You okay?

Tim, rebooting:

Harley: Okay, I think we did to much. Honey, you good?

Ivy: Should we call Batman..?

Harley, pulling her phone out: Already on it.

Tim, slowly lowering himself to the ground: I'm fine! I am... Fine. One second, my brain isn't... Brain-ing.

Ivy: I'll get him some water.

Harley, whispering: Bats is on his way.

—

Tim, standing up from the dining table before immediately sitting down: Ooooooow...

Bruce: What's wrong, Tim?

Tim: Knees.

Jason: Did ya injure 'em on patrol?

Tim: No. It's cold out.

Jason: So??

Bruce: Tim's knees act up in the cold.

Dick: Did you compress them?

Tim: . . . No.

Bruce: Tim, now they're gonna be swollen.

Tim: I know! I know...

Cass: . . . I will help him to his room and elevate his legs.

Tim: Thanks.

Cass: No problem.

—

Tim, slowly petting Ace while staring at the roof:

Ace, laying on him: :3

Bruce: Ace?! Where are y...

Tim:

Ace:

Bruce:

Bruce: Never mind.

—

Tim, randomly side dodging something that isn't there:

Bruce: ??? Tim, what's wrong?

Tim: Sorry, the corner vision people again.

Jason: The what?

Tim: Figures that appear in the corner of my vision, no worries.

Jason: !?

Bruce: Oh, okay. Let's continue patrol.

Jason: !?!?

—

Tim, clutching his stomach while zoned out:

Damian: . . ?

Bruce, lecturing them all after they probably blew something up:

Jason: . . .

Dick: Uh, B?

Bruce: What is it, Nightwing?

Jason: Red Robin looks like he's about to die.

Tim: Why do you all sound underwater?

Damian: Wha—

Dick, catching Tim as he goes limp: Red!?

Tim: I'm fine. Just. Uh. My ears are numb?

Bruce, sighing: Take him to the med bay.

Jason: Is he okay?

Damian: In which way? Because the answer to any of them is a hard no.

Bruce: Hrn...

—

Tim, sitting down before his whole body spasms and he blinks several times: ..?

Duke: Dude did you just have a seizure?!

Tim: No, full body muscle spasm.

Duke: That ain't a thing.

Tim: Sure it is.

Duke: Brother, you're dying.

Tim, chuckling: I wish.

Duke, visibly concerned:

—

[ffaelix]

Tim: groggily waking up at 2 a.m. Why are you in my room?

Dick: I had a nightmare.

Tim: So you woke me up?

Dick: No, I woke you up because I brought cookies. holds up plate Want one?

Tim: …Yeah, okay.

[artisticbeings]

I am in love with the idea of Stephanie introducing the guys to this absolute gem of a game.

My head-cannons for how the game would go like this:

Damian would get WAY too into it. (I'm talking overly competitive while wearing a TON of jewlery.)

Jason has somehow kept the tiara for almost the entire game and is being braggy about it because it makes Dick jealous.

Tim is sitting there with his clip-on earrings and some energy drink looking like he's about to pass out at any moment.

Cass is having an earth-shattering realization that she likes jewlery.

Steph looks like she's regretting her life choices because somehow she has not gotten a single piece of jewlery.

[tarta-de-limon]

You think everyone sends Damian get well soon cards but their all about his height

I wish I had more time to animate this 😭😭😭😭, for some reason this audio just popped in my head when I read this 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[imheretoreadafic]

When Bruce was new to the whole having children thing, he was always stepping in and trying to break up fights. His resolve was quickly broken, and he just decided to put rules on fighting out problems. No breaking anything, no weapons, no hitting face, neck, or groin, and no knockouts.

Batman leaned against the wall and casually watched as Robin and Red Robin beat the shit out of each other. The JL glanced at each other.

"You... You gonna do something about that, Bats?" Barry asks cautiously.

"It's been a long time coming." Bruce grunts. "Let them handle it." A hit to the jaw lands on Damian, and he shouts at them: "AY, KEEP IT AWAY FROM THE FACE!"

"FUCK OFF!" Tim screams but he doesn't punch Damian in the face again.

Diana nods. "I approve of this parenting technique. Sometimes problems need to be solved with some bruises and blood." Bruce nods as well.

"I've found breaking up their fights just means they still get bruised but no issue is solved." Batman explains and Diana hums thoughtfully.

"Would it not also be adequate to have them duel?"

"No, they do actual damage if i let them have a weapon.

"Ah, I suppose that makes sense."

Everyone is horrified.

[penelopwgarcia]

this is alfred's boy love language. "have you eaten yet? are you hungry? i want you to eat well"

[l0singsdogs]

knightfall eternal / 005.

When Red Hood and Nightwing are sent on a mission to take down a new metahuman in Gotham City, they never expected to fall into another universe—one much darker, where the night has always ruled. It's a Gotham where the Dark Knight is more vengeful. A city where the light never seems to reign. Or simply a world where Jason Todd and Dick Grayson find themselves in a universe where Batman truly works alone. Where the Batfamily never existed. And maybe, just maybe, where Batman is far more terrifying than they ever thought possible. There was no life left in him. No humanity. Or a universe where Batman truly works alone. Where the Batfamily never existed. There was never a Robin. Batman lets himself be consumed by his inner beasts.

Monday, 4:50 a.m.

They started wandering. Quiet at first. Curious.

Jason and Dick moved through the mansion with cautious steps, glancing into every room they passed. But all they found were ruins—collapsed ceilings, broken furniture, dust so thick it could’ve been mistaken for ash.

It didn’t feel like anyone had lived here in a long time.

No voices. No lights. Just silence and shadows.

The boys’ rooms—if you could call them that—were buried under darkness, just like the one Bruce had claimed in their world. It felt haunted, not by ghosts, but by memories.

This wasn’t a home anymore. It was a mausoleum—another graveyard for the Dark Knight’s legacy.

The air was cold. The kind that seeped into your bones, no matter how many layers you wore.

Jason ran his fingers along the stripped walls. No photographs. Just empty spaces where they used to be, as if someone had torn them down in a fit of rage—or grief.

Dick didn’t say anything. He stood there, staring ahead, mind elsewhere. Absorbing it all.

This is what Batman became without a Robin. Without a family. Without them.

They should’ve been used to this by now. After everything they'd seen, after surviving so many broken timelines and alternate realities. But this? This was still hard to stomach.

There was a heaviness in the silence.

Jason could deal with tragedy—he'd lived it, breathed it, crawled out from under it. But seeing the way Grayson looked at this place? That was harder.

Because Jason had seen death.

But Dick? Dick had died.

He’d been through timelines where he didn’t make it, universes where he’d fallen. And maybe he kept surviving because somewhere deep down, he still believed there was light left in the world.

ao3 ao3 ao3 ao3.

[ccccchepushilo]

I imagine alfred combed all the robins' hair in the middle section since they were kids (and they're still doing it) only damian's the only one who's been able to escape this fate

[jazzystudios82]

Webcomic Recommendation: Batman: Wayne Family Adventures ♡

Summary: "Batman needs a break. But with new vigilante Duke Thomas moving into Wayne Manor and an endless supply of adopted, fostered, and biological superhero children to manage, Bruce Wayne is going to have his hands full. Being a father can't be harder than being Batman, right?"

Distributer: DC Comics

Source: WEBTOON

Creator: CRC Payne (Writer) & Starbite (Artist)

Genre: Slice of Life

Rating: Teen

CW: Mentions of past trauma

Status: Ongoing

Personal Rating: 5 out of 5 stars ⭐️

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