#tim: he just happens to have a gun or something

[niwaart]

More Sukubbus!reader! She's just a queen(⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Y/N was summoned by a desperate Gotham villain trying to bind a succubus to do his bidding. The poor fool didn’t read the fine print. No soul offered, no leash attached. She slipped through the ritual circle with a stretch, a pout, and a whip of her tail.

Then she saw where she’d landed.

Gotham City.

Dirty. Dramatic. Delicious.

It didn’t take long to catch the attention of the Bat.

She’d just seduced a minor crime boss into handing over his penthouse when Batman crashed through the window like a brooding gargoyle in a cape.

"Who are you?" he growled.

Y/N blinked, licked her fangs, and gave him her best slow-burn smile.

"Awww, Batsy. You came to check on me?"

He aimed a Batarang at your heart. It melted midair.

Y/N blew on her claws. "Oops. You’re not immune, are you?"

"I don’t get seduced," he snarled.

Fifteen minutes later, he was backing out of her room red-faced, muttering something about "mental training" and "inhuman pheromones" while his cape flapped awkwardly to hide a very obvious... situation.

Y/N stretched out across the windowsill in a silk robe, tail flicking. Gotham was going to be fun.

The next week was like being dropped into a hot man buffet.

Nightwing was the first to show up.

He’d been doing his rounds in Blüdhaven, then came rushing when Bruce mentioned “a sex demon seducing criminals.” Big mistake.

"Hi! You must be the flying one," Y/N purred, materializing behind him mid-patrol.

He did a backflip out of pure instinct and landed in a defensive crouch. "Holy— What the— Okay, no offense, but you are way too attractive."

"Flatterer."

Y/N stalked toward him slowly. His escrima sticks shook.

"I have a very healthy sex life, lady," he stammered.

"Noted," Y/N grinned, right before she whispered something unholy in his ear.

He fainted. Straight up. Just face-planted on the rooftop.

Y/N turned to a gargoyle.

"Is this the Bat-standard?"

Red Hood found her next.

He was, as the humans say, built different.

He kicked open her door like an action movie hero, dual pistols aimed at her chest.

"Succubus, right? Demon, lust, and bad decisions?"

"Hi, Daddy."

Jason blinked.

"Okay, yeah. That’s not fair."

Y/N smiled slowly. "You’ve got rage. Trauma. Deep-rooted lust layered in guilt and defiance. I love that in a man."

Jason didn’t drop the guns. But he didn’t leave either. In fact, he sat down on her couch, threw his boots up on the table, and said:

"Alright. Seduce me. Let’s see what happens."

Y/N gasped. "Finally, a challenge."

Three hours later, Alfred had to call Jason’s phone six times to remind him to go home.

He left with his jacket half off and a glazed look in his eyes.

Tim found a lipstick mark on his neck the next day. Jason denied everything.

Tim tried to resist her with logic.

"I’m immune," he declared. "Demonology says succubi can’t affect people under high mental strain and with caffeine in their bloodstream."

"Is that a fact?" Y/N cooed, sitting cross-legged on the edge of his desk.

He nodded. "I drank four Red Bulls before coming here."

Y/N leaned in close, her breath like honey and heat. "Then let’s test that theory, genius."

Five minutes later, Tim was lying face-down in the Batcomputer keyboard mumbling, “We’re all going to hell.”

Damian was suspicious from the start.

"You will not corrupt me, temptress."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “I like you. Very Shakespearean.”

He crossed his arms. "I have trained in the League of Assassins. My mind is sharp. My body, pure."

Y/N blinked. "I’m not interested in jailbait, demon-slayer."

He stared. "You... you what?"

"You heard me, baby bat. Come back when you grow a little more... testosterone."

Damian looked both insulted and vaguely relieved.

He stormed off shouting, "Grayson said you flirted with him too!"

Y/N sighed. “Oh, I flirted with everyone.”

Later that night, the Batcave held an emergency meeting.

Bruce: “She’s a demon. We can’t keep letting her... exist.”

Dick: “It’s not letting, she just does.”

Jason: “Don’t look at me like that. She’s hot and possibly immortal.”

Tim: “I have regrets. I also have a hickey in the shape of an ancient rune.”

Damian: "You are all weak. This is why she mocks us."

Bruce groaned into his cowl.

Y/N, meanwhile, were curled up in Wayne Manor’s guest room (which you definitely broke into), sipping wine and watching Gotham’s skyline.

A succubus loose in Gotham, living rent-free in the minds of every member of the Batfamily?

Delicious.

Y/N blew a kiss to the moon.

“Nighty night, Bats.”

[thattimdrakeguy]

The Best Way To Write Jason Todd Teaming Up With The Bat-Family

It's no secret people in the fandom love the Bat-Family members being one happy family, and having it include everyone.

I still think it's stupid, though.

Hey, like what you like, folks. I can't stop you.

But you can't stop me from having my opinions either.

I simply do not see how making Jason another one of the crowd benefits his character in any sort of way. He was popular because he was so different was he not? But like many of the other Bat-Family characters, being different seemed illegal, so they had to take some of that away. He may still use guns, but they're rubber bullets. These days it seems like he's mostly just another of the crew. Which is...I'm going to be real as real can be...that sounds so boring.

And I can't actually recall a character arc, just sort of moments that dashed to the finish line of him teaming up, and not done in any way that used any real character work. Instead it used a fascinating technique, sometimes commonly referred to as lazy and sometimes downright lousy writing. That's sort of lame.

Why waste the potential?

But I think some people may misunderstand me when I talk about this subject sometime. They may think I'm too stuck, can't accept anything different. Can't accept change.

As far as I'm concerned I just don't accept bad changes, or unearned changes, or changes that I feel are a detriment to the appeal of the character.

I just don't want anything that takes away from anything that made something so good to begin with.

All those potential stories we could've had, ran away because someone was lazy and in a rush for instant gratification. Hard to be a fan of that personally.

However, I don't think Jason Todd should NEVER be able to team up with the Bat-Family. That's also limiting, and is a bit too simple.

Didn't even remember this scene in Under the Hood in the slightest, but as I continued to read, I realized that somehow, this story from 20 years ago, and this issue I don't even have a vague memory of that much, already showed how I feel it should be done.

So that's convenient I happened to be reading it today.

And it's really good story telling and character work too. That stuff is like my crack. Instead of how it would later be done, which is total ass-crack.

It represents the complicated history and dynamic between Jason Todd and Batman. They're against each other. Jason's an antagonist, not a villain, but an antagonist. Please research the difference if you don't already know it, there is a difference there. An antagonist can simply be people with different goals in conflict with the protagonist. They don't have to necessarily be bad guys or villains or evil.

Batman and the Red Hood though...they're not exactly enemies are they?

That's his son. Can't change that. I imagine somewhere in ol' stately Wayne Manor, the adoption papers are still there to prove it.

The feelings are complicated and complex, heavy and deep. It gives you so much more to work with, so much more opportunity for good stories and character moments.

Showing that, in spite of it all, there's still a level of trust in one another they can't deny because of their conflicts.

Can't get that with Joker.

Couldn't even get THIS much out of it with Huntress.

That uniqueness I care about so much with these characters is here and present. They are THEM! Not a cheap copy. Not a badly written duplicate. They're THEM, and no body else. You can only get this WITH THESE CHARACTERS.

Gives ya a reason to check out this issue in particular because of how well their complex relationship is represented! Instead of it being another generic team-up, with no creativity to be seen like later on many times.

This all sort of goes back to a post I made about excellent character writing represented in the Adam Beechen run of Robin. Where Tim and Boomerang where working together and didn't like each other.

I know most people won't go back to find that post. I wouldn't expect you too.

So I'll summarize the basic ideas as: Ya gotta earn your moments, never lie to yourself about how these characters would ever act, and always maximize potential as much as possible, never lose a drop of it.

And that's all represented exactly here too. Just with different characters, reacting the way they would, doing the things they would. It's very different from the Tim and Boomerang issue since these are very different characters, but the same basic principals within the writing remain, because that's what good stories are made of no matter what.

They are not cheaping out on us. Giving us the easy change up, where oh, sweet dear Jason learns his lessons.

Fuck no.

And ruin the ongoing story like that, when you can do so much better?

Puh-lease.

It's all about the character work, baby. Every moment, every drink, every drop, never turns to slop. It is phenomenal, it is wonderful, it feels like it is the way it's meant to be.

Oh, the things we could've had.

Good character development doesn't come at the expense of contradicting what we know, or losing out on potential.

As I've said before.

Good character development ADDS, it doesn't take away.

It's an important thing, often forgotten, like so many others things as the years pass.

[chaoticcutielover]

Red Hood and the girl who bakes

Ao3 link

Shanghai, China – 2:17 a.m.

The rooftop was silent—until it wasn’t.

Marinette blinked awake at the sound of a thud. It wasn’t thunder. It wasn’t the creak of old wood. It was the solid, heavy kind of noise that only happened when something hit the roof that shouldn’t be on a roof.

She grabbed the closest weapon she had—a rolling pin—and slipped out of the warm kitchen of her Uncle Wang's apartment.

Outside, the air was cool and damp. The moon was low and soft over the tiled rooftops. Her slippers made no sound as she climbed the short ladder to the top, her rolling pin at the ready.

Then she saw him.

A man in a red helmet. Leather jacket. Black gear. Bleeding. He was sprawled across her uncle’s rooftop like a fallen bat, one arm clutching his side. The other—holding a gun that was now out of reach.

“…You good?” Marinette asked, lowering her weapon.

The man groaned.

“Wrong roof,” he grunted. “Go back inside.”

“You’re bleeding on my uncle’s roof,” she said, stepping closer. “And he just re-tiled it.”

“Lady, I have a bullet in my ribs.”

“And I have a rolling pin and a grumpy uncle who values tilework. You want help or not?”

There was a long pause.

“…Do you have alcohol?”

“I have baijiu.”

“Close enough.”

---

2:33 a.m.

He was wayyyyy heavier than he looked. She dragged him inside, laid him across the kitchen table, and got to work. First alcohol, then gauze. Then needle and thread.

“You’re not a civilian,” he said hoarsely, helmet and mask removed and sitting on the floor.

She didn’t look up. “And you’re not a tourist.”

“Who taught you to stitch up bullet wounds?”

“My ex-boyfriend had enemies. Long story.”

He hissed as she tightened a knot. “So you’re just out here in China for fun?”

“I’m visiting family. Uncle Wang lets me stay when I need time to… disappear.”

“…Same.”

She paused, then finally looked at him. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Piercing blue eyes cold as tempered steel, filled with exhaustion and caution and guilt.

“You have a name?” she asked.

“…Jason.”

“Jason what?”

He gave her a look.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Jason Whatever. I’m Marinette.”

He looked down at her bloodstained fingers. “You’re good at this.”

“I sew and bake,” she said with a shrug. “Precision helps.”

Jason snorted. “You stitched me up like a croissant."

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🧁3:03 a.m.

She handed him a still-warm pork bun and cookies.

He stared at it. “Are you feeding me?”

“You bled all over my uncle’s kitchen. You’re lucky I didn’t hit you.”

Jason took both the bun and a cookie. Chewed. Groaned. “You’re a witch.”

Marinette smirked. “I get that a lot.”

They sat in silence for a bit. He didn’t ask why she wasn’t scared. She didn’t ask why he was injured, or who he’d been fighting.

Some things don’t need answers.

But just before dawn, as he stood to leave—

“Don’t die,” she said softly, handing him his helmet.

He paused. Helmet in one hand. Food in the other.

“…You got a phone?”

She raised a brow. “You wanna call me or track me?”

“…Both.”

She gave him her burner number.

Just in case.

---

🕰️ 2 Years Later – Gotham City

Wayne Manor – Present Day

Jason slammed a grocery bag on the kitchen island. “If anyone touches the tarte Tatin in this bag, I’m fighting them.”

Tim peeked in. “Is that from her?”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “Marinette is not ‘her.’ She’s my pastry witch and you will respect her almond crust.”

“She’s in town again?” Dick called from the living room. “Tell her she still owes me a batch of those lavender macarons and Nightwing themed cookies!”

“Tell her yourself,” Jason snapped.

“What, is she coming over?”

Jason grinned.

The kitchen door opened revealing Alfred and Marinette.

“Hi everyone!” Marinette chirped, stepping inside with a bag full of baked goods and wearing a soft blue hoodie. “I brought food!”

Jason beamed. “See? Little sister privilege. You’re all beneath me.”

---

Across the kitchen…

Damian Wayne looked up from his book.

And stared.

She was shorter than he expected. Freckles. Black hair up in a messy bun. Eyes like calm ocean.

Damian hated how fast his heartbeat is.

She turned and saw him.

Their eyes locked.

He blinked. She smiled.

Jason watched the whole thing.

Groaned.

And glared.

“...Oh hell no.”

[redsray]

i love the (slightly cracky) premise that the newer batkids like duke who weren't around during jason's genuine "i hate the batfam" era would sometimes forget that it even happened so there'd be times where it would go:

Tim: where are you going

Jason: got a call from a friend in the alley, some fuckers need bullets in their knees. tell B and i'll kill you

Tim: no you won't

Jason: i dunno, i almost did it twice, third time's the charm

Tim: boooo you'll have to try harder

Jason, flipping him off as he leaves: watch your back, timmers!

Duke, who was sitting next to Tim the whole time: ??? he almost did it twice???? i thought he's joking when he says that????

Tim: oh, he is joking whenever he says that now. try a few years ago and it wouldn't have been as much of a joke

Duke: ???????????

Tim, snorting: i'd like to see him try again, anyway. once you realise that spends 80% of his free time in the local library he becomes no better than a nerdy loser who happens to be a bit dangerous

Duke: DUDE

Tim: what? do you find jason scary?

Duke: not usually but DUDE?!?!?

[ceramicbeetle]

i know tim being patient zero for the operator is kind of super obvious but then sometimes i remember the entry where the operator shows up during alex's 5th birthday party or whatever and i bang on the walls like WHAT DOES IT MEANNNN WHY DID THEY ADD THAT

I LOVE that entry because I have my own little interpretation of that one :3 I think I’ve probably posted about it before but I like to talk SO

To me, that was definitely a video that TTA edited, not a video he found. Brian has been the one hammering in the “It’s all Alex’s fault” from the very beginning, but because he very rarely just outright Says things, the point of this video was to present that thesis statement, and not necessarily to provide proof/evidence of it.

Like, in every video the Operator actually appears in, it is a tangible, physical presence in the scene. Other characters can see and react to it, and it takes up space and is beholden to whatever lighting happens to be in the scene. Except for this video, when it appears as a presence only after the lights have gone out, in a space of the frame that is already occupied by people:

It’s not at the right height or distance in the frame to be actually present in the room, and the quality of the image doesn’t match the absence of light in the shot. Also none of the characters in the scene react to it, even though most people can see in the dark better than a camera can. So, to me, the Operator isn’t actually present with Alex at the party, it was edited in by Brian, specifically, to communicate his idea that Alex is the one to blame for everything that went wrong.

Brian doesn’t find out that Tim was the one with a tangible history with the Operator before the college years until around Entry #59/60. So at this point, it makes the most sense to him that Alex was the one who brought the Operator into the group to begin with. This video is the first time he actually presents that idea instead of just alluding to the idea that Alex was keeping secrets and hiding things. It’s basically just the nonverbal version of “DECAY” where Brian says “You caused this”, lol

(Your mileage on this interpretation may vary, of course, given that this birthday footage was donated to Marble Hornets, not shot by Troy and the gang, so if they wanted the Operator to be in the scene they would have had to edit it in no matter what. But I think they’re good enough editors that I think they could have framed it more consistently in the shot if they wanted it to seem like it was actually in the scene. So, to me, the fact that it does look so blatantly edited — especially since the staticky and stark black/white style is a very core totheark aesthetic — is a way to imply that it was a character editing the footage, and not anyone behind the scenes)

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x dc: batshit crazy driver au.

Bruce hired a new personal driver for the Wayne's. He was a nice enough guy. His grades weren't great, but he was a great driver and very patient. Like, really patient. Like, he is so unbothered by traffic, stupid drivers, and villain attacks, its kinda scary. But all the background checks came back clean. Minus his mad scientists parents, of course.

Daniel (Danny) Fenton. He could relate to any of the Wayne kids and hold an intelligent conversation with Bruce. Bruce feels that he doesn't need to be all Brucie Wayne around the young man. He doesn't know about their nightly activities yet, though. They're not quite sure if he even needs to know.

The first sign there was something more to Danny happened when Tim was sitting in the passenger seat. Tim was struggling with a math problem. It was driving him nuts. It only took a quick glance for Daniel to solve it, though, "it's thirty-six"

"What?"

"The answer is Thirty-six. You forgot to carry the three."

"Huh..."

He was right, Tim made a simple mistake, sure. But that was advanced college level math. Danny was a straight c student and never went to college. It only took him a momentary glance to solve it. Tim, though suspicious, chalked it up to a simple case of gifted kid syndrome. He related to it and began to consult with Danny on some of his math problems. Danny was more than happy to help, for a price, of course.

Then, there was a villain attack. The villain's goons ran rampant through the city, terrorizing anyone unfortunate enough to be outside at the time. But not Danny, they'll tried, oooh they tried. But those goons swiftly found themselves zip tied, in the trunk of a car, and on their way to jail. All while Danny blasted some music by a small artist named 'Ember'.

Alright. He is in Gotham, and his mother was a black belt, so maybe he was just well trained. Its good to know how to deffend yourself.

Then, Damien was kidnapped. It was so fast they barely saw, but a white van sped by and grabbed Damien as he made his way tawords the car. Initially, Damien expected the chauffeur to panic and call the police. But when shouting and cursing were heard from the front seat, and the men in the back slipped the van door open to check behind them, it was revealed Danny had followed them and he had a gun.

What could only be described as an action movie chase scene ensued. Every corner they swerved, every shortcut they took, Danny was right behind them. Driving like a bat out of hell, he shouted and fired at the wheels of the van. Knocking one out, the van swerved and was forced to come to a stop.

A kidnapper grabbed Damien by the hair and held a gun to his head, but before the threat could even leave his mouth a bullet flew through his hand. He dropped Damien and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his hand.

The kidnapper in the van already took off running but was swiftly stopped by Redhood arriving just in time to see Danny helping Damien up and checking him over, profusely apologizing for "letting this happen."

When asked why he did all of it, his simply answered, "I don't think I would get paid if I let Mr. Wayne's kid die! I can't let a kid die in general!"

Bruce, of course, gave the young man a bonus and a few days off for the stunt. Accompanied wlth a few stern words about safety. What was truly remarkable was that there was not a single scratch on the car. Untouched, meaning he never hit anything during the whole ordeal. "I just learned what not to do from my dad!" He joked, but Bruce felt that, despite the clear joking tone, there was some truth to the statement.

The family is suspicious, very suspicious. The man they previously viewed as their simple and humble driver turned out to be a monster of a fighter, and they have no idea how or why.

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A/N: Feel free to add onto this in any way you would like :3

[prlssprfctn]

You know, it would be hilarious if the Batfamily thought that at some point they figured out all Jason's strength and capacities in the battle, only to find out that he held back ALL THIS TIME.

Like, hey, he constantly spares with Dick or Tim, they saw him fighting with different criminals... It is not nothing new, right? Even if Damian insists that Jason is barely showing his real power... Well, Damian is still a kid, and he likes his brother, he can be just a little bit too excited about him, and he could remember things differently since he was a kid back in the League.

Expect... Damian knows what he is talking about.

So, when something happens (maybe it is an old footage from the League, or something just happened) and the Batfamily witness Jason using his strength on the full mode, no one can utter a word. Just imagine Jason in the combat. Just a pure combat, there are no guns. He fights people with his bare hands. And maybe teeth. Just a one man against an army.

And when he is finally done, Damian just shrugs.

'Yeah, Todd had finally put some effort in his fighting. I still have no idea why he didn't just cast swords, though.'

And the rest of the family goes wild.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Ignorantia Neminem Excusat

(Ignorance excuses no one, lat.)

"Commissioner."

Jim Gordon doesn't jump. They are years and years into this rodeo, he's stopped actually jumping at Batman's silent approach a long time ago. Yet, Bruce still notices the way his shoulders twitch just the tiniest bit, and his hand makes an aborted motion to his gun holster. Still got it.

The man turns around. Bruce can see the 'must you always do that?' in his slightly narrowed eyes. He presses his lips tightly together in order to not smirk: Batman doesn't do that, even if it's admittedly funny to see the seasoned Commissioner get spooked every time.

"There's a kid that wants to speak with you."

Bruce frowns. A kid that warranted a BatSignal? Not that he minds, but this is highly unusual for several reasons; however, Jim is not the kind of man that would fall for puppy eyes of any level, so it must be something more important than an autograph session or a victim of any of the recent cases.

Besides, the way Commissioner worded it implies that the kid, whoever they are, requested Batman specifically.

"He is a hacker," Jim puts both his hands in the pockets of his coat — he is either cold or uncomfortable, and Bruce highly suspects it's both. What's more, he starts to understand why. "I'm sure you're aware we were trying to track the person responsible for the few recent cyber attacks on GCPD servers," Jim glances at him, and Bruce nods. He is aware, yes, but the case was low-priority — it wasn't even an attack, really, someone just accessed the system foregoing the passwords and clearance levels, went through a few files, seemingly at random, and did a fairly decent job of hiding their traces. Bruce would have even thought it was Tim, if this happened a few years ago, when the boy was just learning the ropes.

Commissioner sighs and looks away, "But when we brought him in, the boy said he will only speak to you, and none of us have been able to make him say a word since." He pauses, a grim kind of expression on his face, "This was six hours ago."

Bruce is grateful for the way his cowl hides how his eyebrows raise. There are hundreds of scripts officers, detectives, and social workers can use to establish contact. Quite a lot of them could be attempted in the span of six hours.

Whatever the kid wants to tell him, Bruce decides it's worth a try. If not anything else, he can at least admire the sheer stubbornness.

—×—×—×—

The kid sitting in the interrogation room looks... younger than Bruce expected. Fifteen, maybe sixteen. He is dressed like any other homeless kid in Gotham — a hoodie and a jacket over it, jeans that look a size too big on him, sneakers with mismatched shoelaces — but he clearly hasn't been out in the streets for that long. His hair is braided into cornrows, and it looks professional, even if the roots have grown out so now it's just messy. What's more, he is missing that telltale wariness in his posture that Bruce has seen in every other street kid that has been brought into a police station. They always slouch and curl into themselves.

This boy is sitting with his back straight. Yet, there's a tension in his body that Bruce can only associate with a battle stance — give him the slightest reason, and the kid will lunge.

He steps into the room.

The boy — he hadn't given a name, and there wasn't a single ID on him — zeroes on him instantly. His eyes are a very pale, almost translucent green: a rather strange feature for a black-skinned person, genetically speaking, but Bruce doesn't dwell on it. Yet.

But then, the face recognition program comes up empty.

As in, 'there's not a trace of this person's prior existence' empty. Not a single camera footage, no records or reports of missing, no pictures, no social media, nothing. Bruce frowns.

"Hi," the kid says, his voice raspy, "My name is Tucker Foley. According to the government, I don't exist, so if your recognition program doesn't find anything on me, that's why."

Bruce doesn't say anything. Tucker wanted to speak with him, and previously, he was only merely intrigued by that request. However, as of right now, he wants to hear everything the kid has to say before asking any follow-up questions.

Because that always present, cautious and bordering on paranoid voice in the back of his mind tells him he is about to get into something way more serious than he expected.

Tucker moves — he kept both his hands on the table, palms open and visible, but now he closes one into a fist. Although, before Bruce can react to it, he opens it again. A small, the size of a flash-drive, dimly glowing green object rests inside.

"Do you know what this is?" The boy asks. He hasn't looked away from Batman's face once; Bruce is not even sure he blinked at all since he entered the room. Come to think of it, even with his tense, rigid posture, Tucker is too still, almost unnervingly so.

Bruce glances down to the boy's hand.

"Yes," he answers curtly, and there it is, the smallest shift in Tucker's face: he clenches his jaw like he's trying to hold the words inside his mouth. Bruce doesn't like it.

"What is it?" Comes the next question, but it's not curiosity that prompts it. It's a test of some sort. Bruce likes that even less.

"A power source," he decides on a neutral answer, not entirely certain what the boy is expecting to hear.

It seems to be a wrong answer because for the first time, Tucker's emotions slip from under his mask, and he takes a sharp breath in, looking like Bruce had just slapped him across the face. It lasts only a moment — Tucker closes his eyes for a moment, slowly exhales, and speaks again, calm and focused once more.

"And what exactly powers it?"

It's an important question, judging by the desperate, searching look in Tucker's eyes. His hands are not shaking, and there are no visible signs of distress, but for some reason, Bruce just knows that the boy's whole life seems to depend on the answer.

But.

"It's classified." Bruce doesn't take his eyes off the boy, but he still fails to see when he gets to his feet; the movement is quicker than the blink of an eye. All he knows is the aftermath of it, the screech of the chair legs on the floor and the loud slam of Tucker's palms on the table.

"Fuck the classified!" The boy yells, his face twisting in an awful mix of anger, hurt and a broken, terrified sort of hopelessness that almost breaks Bruce from the inside. "I need to know what they've told you, I have to- Tell me you think it's just a battery! Tell me you've never broke one to see what's inside, tell me you believe in science! They've showed you the research, didn't they?" Tucker's voice, so agonizingly different from the composed way he was talking before, breaks into a sobbing, almost hysterical laugh. His pale eyes are wide open and almost panicked, searching Batman's face for something he is not sure he can find.

"Tell me you've never seen one being made," this time, the boy doesn't yell, he whispers, his breath hitching and his knuckles white. "Please," he adds a moment later, and Bruce knows this kind of plea.

It's the plea of someone who is begging for the world to have mercy on them. A plea of a boy standing on their parents' grave, a plea of a man kneeled in front of his son's corpse.

Bruce swallows the bitter taste on the back of his tongue and takes a step closer. He sees the boy in front of him lean back and bend his knees, like bracing for impact, but he answers before any more misunderstandings can occur.

"I have seen the research. It provided enough information that I've never investigated further," he offers, and Tucker's shoulders slump like months and months of living in a constant state of fight-or-flight leaving his body all at once. Then, the boy's hands start trembling just slightly.

"Really?" He quietly asks, his eyes still glued to Batman, and there it is, the hesitant, uncertain hint of hope in his voice.

Bruce suddenly feels like not only this talk will be much, much worse than he ever feared, but also like in the end this will be another one of the things he will be blaming himself for. Things he could have prevented if he just tried a little harder.

"Really," he nods, taking a seat opposite from Tucker. "So explain what I've missed."

The boy keeps looking at him for a few more seconds, like trying to x-ray his thoughts for any sign of a lie. But then he blinks — for the first time, maybe — and rubs his face with his palm before all but dropping back in his own seat.

"Okay," he breathes out, evidently trying to collect himself and go back to the strong, focused self, "Okay."

[ part 2 -> ]

[brucedefender4eva]

Dick: *showing off a cute childhood picture to the family* Oh this one is my favorite! Bruce looks so surprised here, haha! I busted into the bathroom and he almost screamed! It was so funny.

Damian: I can’t imagine Baba getting scared from something so… menial

Jason: Shit was a lot different back then kid. I once scared the old man when. I once scared him in the Batcave when he was examining a gun from a case. Weirdly enough he didn’t get mad at me. I’m pretty sure there’s a picture of that too, it’s in here somewhere. *starts flipping through a photo album*

Tim: *grabbing his own photo album* I noticed that! Sometimes Bruce gets pretty weird and startled easily. Still haven’t figured it out… I bet Steph also had a bunch of stories of the same thing

Bruce: *walk in to the living room* What are you all doing? Hopefully not causing any trouble.

Dick: *grinning widely and pulling Bruce to sit down near him* Nah, not this time. We’ve just been going through a lot of old pictures! See! *shows Bruce the picture*

Bruce: *squints at picture before frowning* Oh, I remember that. I was in the middle of a suicide attempt and you caught me

Dick: WHAT! *coughing and sputtering*

Bruce: Yes, see the knife by the bathtub? And the bottle of pills near the toilet? Dropped them when you busted in. I thought you knew?

Jason: *absolutely shocked* Pops… what the hell???

Bruce: *glances over at the picture Jason found* That one too. I was going to turn the gun on myself.

Jason: *looks down at picture in horror*

Bruce: *grabs the photo album from Tim’s hand and flips through it* About half of these are interrupted attempts lol. The other albums probably have more. *shrugs*

Damian: *teary eyed* Baba…

Bruce: *already moving Damian onto his lap and hugging him tightly* Oh no sweetie, it’s okay. I’m… I’m trying to get better. I’m sorry I really thought you all knew…

Tim: *hides his face in Bruce’s shoulder while hugging him* I should’ve noticed. I’m sorry…

Bruce: No Tim, this is never and will never be your fault. It’s not your job to take care of me, even if I did push it on you when we first met. None of you have done anything wrong.

Jason: *voice breaking* B-but…

Dick: W-we could’ve… *tearing up*

Bruce: Done absolutely nothing. I was in a dark place long before I met any of you, even being with Alfred didn’t help.

Dick: I still can’t believe I never noticed… w-what happened to you after I left? After Jason died?

Bruce: Let’s not talk about that, it’ll only make us all upset.

Jason: *flipping through photo album and scrutinizing every photo* Y-you look so gaunt in these… I’ve never noticed…

Bruce: *chuckles awkwardly and slowly pulls album out of Jason’s hands* Yeah, that’s what an eating disorder will do to you. And coke…*mutters*

Tim: Fuck…

Dick: What was that last part?

Bruce: Nothing, anyways… let’s stop talking about this, okay? I made brownies.

Damian: *still sniffling* Okay Baba… can we have ice cream too?

Bruce: *chuckles softly, smiling fondly at all his sons* Of course, cmon, before Alfred finds out.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Danny, staring up at Tim, who currently Robin: okay...so this isn't what it looks like.

Tim, giving dead pan glare: so you arnt breaking into Drake Manor?

Danny, shoulders dropping: okay yeah it's totally what it looks like...but not because you think!

Tim, sighing slightly: so you arnt homeless and thought that since Timothy Drake was recently adopted by Bruce Wanye, and both of his parents are dead you can just move in and live here?

Danny, blinking owlishly: I mean, yeah? I mean, not homeless, and I didn't even know that dude got adopted, like good for him, hope that he is safe and shiz, sucks that he parents died and all but not here to squat dude.

Tim, raising a single eyebrow: then why pray tell are you here?

Danny, kicking at the ground a bit: so like...ugh, so I might be um like...a...fudge what's the word...ah! Psychopomp? Like I am a dude that helps like people's ghosts pass and like keeps em happy.

Tim, squinting behind his mask: the only person that died here is Jack Drake and I assure you, his soul would not be happy going to where he deserves to be.

Danny, holding up his hands: wow lot of misplaced aggression there boy wonder...no I ain't here for him, like him and his wife did like...so much tomb raiding they would make the Victorians jelly. I am here cus they stole some dudes shit and he wants it back...like yesterday.

Tim, tilting his head: so you are here to steal an artifact.

Danny, popping the P sound: Yup, something about some guys clay tablet, he liked keeping his hate mail for some reason, said this one was about how he shorted some dudes iron? Or was it copper... my Mesopotamian isn't the best.

Tim, eyes widening, because he knows *exactly* which tablet he is talking about: Oh...yeah no bro, you seem chill but I really can't let you have that so why don't you just like...walk away and I won't be forced to do something kay?

Danny, frowning: Sames dude, up until that .y guy cus like...I *really* wasn't asking...

Tim, sighing as he extends his bo staff: Try and just like, not hold a grude yeah? Don't need a new villain...

Danny, pulling out an ecto gun and turning it on: I don't know man...I feel like we have good banter.

(They fight, Tim is still training so he is a bit sloppy, and Danny isn't shooting to kill, so it's more of them playing cat and mouse throughout Drake Manor, it ends with Danny stealing the tablet but having to leave the ecto gun, which gets broken when he escapes)

Tim, panting as he watches Danny flee: Fuck...is this what B feels after fighting Catwoman?

---

Bruce, rubbing his temples as Tim explains why he was late for training: You tried to apprehend an unknown, with a weapon of an unknown source and power...in the home of your secret identity?

Tim, looking properly chastised: God...yes that happened...he wasn't that bad honestly...was pretty witty.

Bruce developing a twitch in his eye: No.

Tim: No? No what.

Bruce, glaring hard at his adopted son: No falling in love with a villain.

Tim, looking scandalized now: Oh? What is this? Hypocrisy thy name is Bruce Wayne!

Bruce's glare turns into a batglare: Ten laps around the cave and fifty bo staff katas...no villains!

---

Danny becomes Tim's rogue, but not really, most of their battles are more each other showing off their new gear/moves they learned.

Danny also is only using tech that his parents made and he upgraded since he really doesn't want to go ghost in front of *Robin*, who is totally not his crush, and the only reason why he won't is because batman would 100% be on his ass.

Danny, pulling a massive creep stick with a nail driven through it out of seemingly nowhere: The new and approved Creep Stick! This time with nail to add tetnus damage!

Tim, watching as 'The Inventor' escapes once more: I hate seeing him leave but by God do I love watching him go...Damn should have turned on the camera just so I can see it again.

Barbara chiming in: Keep the main line PG Robin.

Batman, through coms: Hn...we shall be having words when we get back to the cave

Tim, sipping a soup that The Occultist made: "So like...why were you even here?

---

When the Titans tower incident occurs, Tim could only watch in awe as the Inventor, not only comes in from the ceiling with a literal metal chair, and then continues to beat up the guy with a bad Robin cosplay.

Danny, panting as he holds up the chair again: Back I say! Back! My blorbo!

Jason, seething as he actually hisses at this random teen that appeared out of nowhere, scurrying away while cradling his broken arm: You shall rue the day! Jason Todd was here bitches!

Tim, staring up at Danny, face a bloody mess and an adoring look in his eyes: omg he stalks me, this is must what the other guys felt when I did it!

They don't really start dating, it's much more Danny breaking into Tim's house and just not leaving.

Tim, watching as his "arch enemy" is sprawled across his couch, bucket of ice cream in one hand, spoon in another, phone balanced between his ear and shoulder, pants and socks tossed haphazardly across the living room and just chilling in his boxers: Now wait a damn minute.

Danny, pausing while looking up from his ice cream (which is actually Tim's, since the boy is rich and buys the good shit), pointing his spoon accusatorily at Tim: Your fucking late Mister! Drag race started half an hour ago and we agreed to watch it together!

Tim, blushing under the Robin mask: Sorry case got good and- wait wait wait, when did we agree to watch drag race together?

Danny, rolling his eyes: when I made breakfast this morning? I even gave you extra strong coffee for your solem swearing that you would be here.

Tim, thinking back to earlier: I just...remember a bright white orb giving me a mug and a plate of food...

Danny, scoffing: this is why I need to drug you to get to sleep more often. Now take off your gear and get over here, they about to choose who shall sashay away!

Tim, nodding slowly: Hope it is that one queen from last episode, that lio sink didn't have any- wait! Ugh you keep distracting me! When did you fucking move in? I don't even know your name!

Danny with a spoon just an inch away from his mouth: Jazz? Yeah I uhh...I gotta call you back...(clicks hang up on his phone) Your joking right? For the shits and gigs?

Tim, shaking his head slowly: No shits, not a single gig my dude, 100% honest.

Danny, who had just arrived this morning since his parents are renovating because Fenton HQ is a glaring OSHA violation, but also who's middle names are "commit to the bit" and "Gaslight GateKeep Girl boss" : Babe we have been dating for like, *months*...d-do ou really not remember?

Tim, existential crisis made manifest: Oh no...I have been mind wiped.

Danny, astounded that worked: Baby I am so sorry...

They "date" for like a week before Danny starts feeling bad that he tricked Tim (who he finally got to see maskless, he had to stop his heart to not show any outward reaction to that, cus like hell he is cute) and wants to come clean but he honestly never had seen Tim more happy nor more healthy.

Danny, sitting across Bruce at the Manor: S-So um...like yeah we um...met at a science convention? My um...my parents were show casing stuff and like...we met there?

Bruce, eyes narrowing because that sounded like a lie: Hn.

Dick, happy that Tim finally felt comfortable to bring his "boyfriend" to dinner: B stop glaring! Your going to scare off Timmy's Bf! God you weren't this bad when I brought over Roy that one time.

Bruce doesn't stop glaring, and it's making Danny even more nervous: Um I uh...need to use the bathroom one sec...

Tim moves to guide him but Alfred waves him to sit down: You really must eat Master Timothy, I did make your favorite today. I shall guide Mister Fenton to the lavatory.

Alfred does indeed lead Danny from the dining room, but the second they are far enough the old butler suddenly has a shotgun in hand, skin suddenly a pale blue and objects around the parlor turning green and floating: While they do try and see the best in others, I do not Phantom, now I must ask you to kindly leave and never contact Master Timothy every again. I shall not let my charge fall for such as the likes of you.

Danny blinking at how he was addressed, a sudden ghostly blue mist escaping his mouth: Oh shit.

They have a ghost fight, all while comically popping in and out of the dining room, making excuses for whyvthe other is gone.

It ends when Tim, finally fed up with why his boyfriend is taking so long opens the door only to see him duking it out with Alfred, fully gone ghost and was loosing.

Such leads to confessions of lies, real feeling and why Alfred has been able to be a spry 60 even though he fought in WWI and it is very much the mid 2010s.

(Danny and Tim do end up together, this time with no lies about a mind wipe, and get Kon and Bart to join their polycule later on)

[the-thing-inside-your-closet]

Nothing You Can Prove

Danny wasn’t having a good time. In fact, he was having a very, very, very, very, bad time.

He was just trying to walk home with his children, his very energetic chaos inclined children, when Ellie declared that she needed to use the bathroom. So, as any responsible parent would, Danny walked with her and Dan to the nearest building that would have an open to the public restroom. And while Ellie was busy using the little girl’s room, Danny focused to ensuring Dan didn’t bite anyone. Again. The last time he drew blood and Danny couldn’t apologise enough to the punk looking guy who seemed completely bewildered by what had happened.

All Danny remembered was apologising repeatedly, turning to scold Dan about biting strangers, and the young man muttering something about some guy named Tom (or was it Tim?) And how he was never going to believe what had happened.

So, safe to say Danny was more focused on watching his child and waiting for the other one than looking at the suspicious group of men that had just walked into the restaurant.

Because of course the first building Danny saw that might have an open bathroom was a fancy upscale restaurant, and not the fast food restraint two blocks down. Ellie had said she couldn’t hold it that long.

But now, Danny had a gun to his face, and his babies hidden behind him as much as he could manage while the two of them subtly tried to shove past him so they could beat the shit out of this butthead for daring to point a weapon at their dad.

Masked thug: Hand over all of valuables! Wallet, phone, everything! Be quick and nobody gets hurt!

Danny calmly reached into his pocket, and hoped that the situation would stay as calm as possible until the city’s local heir or the police could arrive. He didn’t want to have to reveal his or his children’s powers and potentially need to flee yet another city.

Danny: Here, just take it and go.

The thugs had grabbed what they could from as many people as possibly before bolting, leaving many of the patrons upset and shaken from the encounter. Danny quickly turned to his children and vegans looking them over, fussing and making sure they were okay.

Ellie: Dad you never let the guy near us. How could we have possibly gotten hurt?

Danny: With how much trouble you two like to get into, I’m not taking any chances. Now Dan-

Dan was gone. Dan. Was. Gone. Danny felt his chest tighten and his breathing becoming harder to control. Where was his son?!

Just as Danny was about to ask a waitress who had just finished giving her statement to a police officer if she’d seen where his son ran off to, Dan reappeared beside his sister with a sharp toothed grin.

Dan: Don’t worry dad, I got your stuff back. So you don’t have to be upset now!

Danny: …What did you do.

Dan, smirking: Nothing you can prove.

The local vigilante/hero watching this exchange:

[flwrkid14]

Jason Todd: Dad Mode Activated

There’s a new dynamic in the Batfamily, and nobody saw it coming. Jason Todd—Red Hood, former Robin, perennial black sheep of the Wayne family—has apparently decided that Tim Drake is his son. And no one, least of all Tim, knows what to do about it.

It starts subtly, if you can call Jason “subtle.” He starts showing up when Tim’s been too busy to eat, tossing him a burger or some takeout with a gruff, “Eat, Replacement.” He’s there when Tim’s working himself to the bone, slamming the laptop shut and growling about how his kid isn’t going to die of exhaustion on his watch. When Tim’s in over his head, Jason’s suddenly there, guns blazing, a protective shadow with a deadly smirk.

Tim’s confused. Very confused. Jason has always been... antagonistic, at best. But now he’s... scolding him? Encouraging him? Telling him he’s proud when Tim does something impressive? The man even started calling him “kid” instead of “Replacement,” which is somehow worse because it makes Tim feel all warm and fuzzy inside. What is happening?

Eventually, Tim asks. And Jason, in true Jason fashion, gives an explanation that doesn’t explain much at all.

“Look, Dick’s already treating Damian like his own kid, Bruce is busy helping Duke figure out his place in the family, Cass and Babs are practically attached at the hip—like sisters or something. And you?” Jason shrugs. “You’re my kid.”

Tim stares. “I’m your what?”

“My kid,” Jason repeats, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re smart, you’re resourceful, you’ve got my stubbornness—which, yeah, is annoying—and someone’s gotta make sure you don’t get yourself killed. Congrats, kid. You’ve been adopted.”

It doesn’t really explain anything, but Tim decides not to argue. After all, Jason’s kind of a good dad? He feeds Tim, checks in on him, teaches him things like how to hotwire a car (Tim already knows, but Jason’s so enthusiastic about it that Tim doesn’t have the heart to tell him). And Jason has his back in a way that feels steady, solid. Like he’s not going anywhere.

The thing is, Jason doesn’t stop there. He starts talking about Tim in ways that make Tim want to crawl under a rock. To Roy, to Kory, to anyone who’ll listen. “My kid’s a genius,” Jason brags, his voice filled with so much pride it makes Tim’s chest ache. “Runs a whole company and saves Gotham on the side. Kid’s got a brain the size of the Batcomputer.”

And it’s not just talk. Jason drags Tim along to meet-ups with other vigilantes or allies, casually introducing him like a proud dad at a PTA meeting. “This is Tim,” Jason says, grinning ear to ear. “My kid. Smartest of the bunch, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Tim flushes, stammering out an awkward, “Uh, hi,” while Jason beams like he’s just presented a Nobel Prize winner.

The height of Tim’s mortification comes when Jason introduces him to Talia—not as a fellow vigilante or even a respected ally, but as his son. Talia, who had become something of a mother figure to Jason after the Pit, is apparently now being roped into her new role as a grandmother. Jason insists it’s only right that she meet her “grandkid” and treat Tim accordingly. Tim, meanwhile, wants to disappear into the floor while Jason beams with unrestrained pride.

“Yeah, this is my boy,” Jason says, arms crossed, radiating smug pride. “Smart, resourceful, better than Bruce—don’t even try to deny it.”

Tim wants the floor to open up and swallow him. But he also can’t help feeling... warm. Embarrassed, yes, but also kind of happy. Jason’s over-the-top pride is ridiculous, but it’s genuine. It’s not something Tim’s used to—someone being proud of him just for being himself.

And of course, Jason’s newfound dad energy throws the rest of the family into chaos.

Bruce tries to scold Tim about something minor—maybe staying out too late on patrol—and Tim just raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna tell my dad,” he says, completely deadpan. And then he does. Jason shows up at the Batcave later, tearing into Bruce about how his kid doesn’t need this kind of negativity in his life, and Bruce is left speechless.

Damian tries to insult Tim, calling him a weak link or some other scathing remark, and Tim smirks. “Careful, Damian. I’m your nephew now. Better watch your mouth, or Uncle Jason might have something to say about it.”

Even Dick’s thrown off by it. “Jay,” he says one day, watching Jason shove a plate of food at Tim with all the grace of a brick. “You do realize Tim isn’t actually your son, right?”

Jason glares at him. “He’s mine. I’m the dad here. You’ve got Demon Spawn, I’ve got Tim. Deal with it.”

Tim doesn’t understand how or why this happened, but honestly? He’s not complaining. Jason might not be the most conventional parent, but he’s a damn good one. And for Tim, who’s always felt a little lost in the shuffle of the chaotic Wayne family, having someone claim him so fiercely, so completely, feels... nice.

So yeah. Jason Todd: Red Hood, vigilante, crime lord, accidental dad. Who would’ve thought?

[zhelin-thames]

Sixteen Bucks and a Grudge

Inspired by this post

Masterpost

The Batcave descended into silence as the glowing figure hovered ominously, his voice reverberating through the space. Everyone stared at Bruce, whose face remained impassive, though there was a faint twitch in his left eye.

"Bruce," Danny's eldritch voice echoed again, the flickering green light from his form illuminating the cave. "You promised."

Jason was the first to break the silence, biting back a laugh. "Wait, hold up. Bats, you owe this guy—" he gestured at the spectral figure, "—sixteen bucks? And you didn’t pay him back?"

Tim blinked in disbelief. "Sixteen dollars? That’s it? Why not just pay him?"

Bruce’s jaw clenched. "It’s the principle."

"The principle?" Danny’s ethereal voice sharpened. "The principle is that you owe me money. I spotted you when you conveniently ‘forgot’ your wallet on that mission in Prague. Fifteen years, Bruce. Fifteen. Years."

Dick swung down from the obstacle course, landing with a flourish. "Bruce, this is... shocking. You didn’t pay back a friend? A ghostly friend?"

"Former associate," Bruce corrected, standing straighter.

"You don’t even have an excuse," Damian said, crossing his arms. "Father, this is shameful."

Cass, who had been silently observing, tilted her head at Danny and then at Bruce. "Pay him," she signed.

"Thank you!" Danny exclaimed, throwing up his hands. "See? She gets it!"

Steph nudged Duke, grinning. "This is the best thing that’s happened all week. I’m rooting for the glowing guy."

Jason smirked, holstering his guns. "Hey, Phantom—what happens if he doesn’t pay up? Do you haunt him or something?"

Danny’s eyes gleamed mischievously. "I’ve had fifteen years to think about that. Let’s just say Bruce would learn the true meaning of regret."

Bruce let out a long-suffering sigh, finally reaching into a compartment in his utility belt. He produced a crisp twenty-dollar bill and held it out toward Danny.

"Here."

Danny crossed his arms, floating closer but making no move to take it. "Sixteen. Not twenty. I’m not taking tips from someone who stiffed me for a decade and a half."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, then withdrew a smaller wad of cash and counted out exactly sixteen dollars. He handed it over wordlessly.

Danny plucked the money from Bruce’s hand with a smirk. "Pleasure doing business, old friend."

With that, Danny dissolved back into the glowing green portal, leaving the Batcave in a dim eerie glow for a few moments before it faded entirely.

As silence returned, Jason leaned back, arms crossed, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "So, Bruce, what’s the real story here? Because I need to know why you’d rather let a ghost King hunt you down than pay sixteen dollars."

Bruce turned back to his computer. "Get back to work."

Tim was already typing away. "Oh no, I’m finding the mission logs. There’s no way we’re letting this go."

"Sixteen years of holding a grudge," Dick added, shaking his head. "That guy has serious commitment."

Jason laughed. "Sounds like he’d fit right in."

[nightingale-prompts]

Dead or Alive- DC X DP prompt

Tim Drake just watched his friend die.

It was supposed to be a lunch date meeting where they went over clues for cold cases. Danny loved true crime and mysteries but not as much as he loved astrological research. They worked so well together.

They were just going to get coffee and head over to Tim place when the most predictable thing happened.

Kidnappers.

It was always kidnappers. Someone always wanted something from Tim or Bruce so it had to happen once every few months. Tim must have relaxed since Damian was the go-to target these days.

They took both him and Danny because the idiots couldn't tell which was Tim. The description of black hair and blue eyes was all they looked for. Never mind the fact that their hairstyles and textures were different. Also, Danny didn't have blue eyes, he had central heterochromania so his eyes were green and blue. They didn't even have the same face shape. Danny had a softer and warmer eyes and a slightly chipped smile.

Uhg...these people were idiots.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Danny told them that he was the real Tim Drake. As Tim was making a plan and untie the ropes they dragged Danny away from him.

Tim still had that moment burned into his head.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay. I promise. Just close your eyes." Danny said between staggered breaths as the gun was pressed to his temple.

Then there was a bang...then a thud...and he was gone.

Tim couldn't hear anything other then the blood rushing passed his ear and the sting in his eyes. His heart felt like it last place in a marathon. Too fast and too slow all at once. The world blurred and all he could see were spots of red that dripped to the floor. He might have screamed. He might have cried. He didn't know.

He knew that by the time he got to Danny's side there was to pulse.

The body had to be taken from him.

Bruce had him take a extended break from patrols.

Not once did Tim believe Danny's last words. It was not okay. NOTHING WAS EVER GOING TO BE OKAY!

A week after the incident an entity was spotted flying around Gotham and Tim threw himself into solving the mystery to distract himself. But everything seemed to remind him of Danny. Especially when he finally found the creature and it had Danny's face.

(Inspired by that one Ivan the terrible painting.)

[invincibledc]

Batboys when their unaffectionate best friend texts them “I love you” out of no where.

Tw: suicide mentions but not done. Reader is gender neutral.

Dick

As soon as he got that text, he either felt happy you started to be affectionate or he felt worried as you never really texted him that. He goes to text you “are you okay?”

And if you don’t answer he’s leaving work and going to your house. His anxiety is eating his stomach alive when he reached your house, he opens them with the spare keys you gave him.

You were just watching tv when you turned at him confused. “Dick?” Immediately dick hugs you, tightly. Now you’re concerned . “Dick?” You said again, worried. “I was worried…thought something happened to you.” He stays at your home until he gets called back to work.

Jason

Just try and do the same shit to him like dick. Don’t answer him? This man’s pulling up to your house immediately when you said “I love you.” Scared that maybe someone who knows him and wants to hurt Jason is after you.

He knows you, more than you know yourself. Literally he’s already at your window banging on it, cursing himself when you don’t open it he goes and bust the window open wide. He can pay for it, don’t worry.

As he stalks around the house holding his gun, he sees you standing in the kitchen holding a knife. This big ass fridge of a man just grabs the knife out of your hand. You scream shocked before seeing it was just Jason.

“What..were you doing?…” he asked firmly. You scoff and grabbed the knife, well tried to as you explained yourself. “I was gonna cut onions before you came in Jay..” you said pointing to the onions Jason had clearly hadn’t seen due to adrenaline.

“Oh. Well love ya too, ima go now. I’ll see you in the morning.” Jason says leaving, that was before he turned around. “Oh yeah and Uhm…your window is broken.” Jason leaves quickly as you gasp and go check your bedroom window. “JASONNNN!!” You yelled in anger.

Tim

It’s late at night, he on his computer doing a report when all he sees on his phone is an “I love you” text from the most unexpected friend ever, you. Immediately Tim is getting up, calling you as he gets dressed to go to your house.

He’s scared, “pick up, pick up, pick up.” You don’t answer. “Fuck!” Tim hangs up and calls again. He knows you had some thoughts of suicidal tendencies, but he’s been by you in your darkest days. So when you just text him that, he doesn’t realize he’s crying when he finally reaches your house.

He’s using a spare key he secretly copied off of your own home key, don’t ask. It’s for procedures like this if you are in danger.

Anyways he immediately screaming your name, if you don’t answer immediately as he screams your name. He’s gonna run up to your room.

But if you immediately yell back his name, he’s running towards your voice. You were in your room relaxing when you see a tired and scared Tim rush at you into a hug. Crying softly as he holds you tight.

“You’re okay right? Why didn’t you answer my calls?!” He says immediately. “My phone died when I texted you…” Tim immediately stopped crying just to give you a “wtf” face. “….are you serious.” Tim had forgotten that you had a terrible habit of having your phone dead at times.

“Yeah.” “..just for this night scare. I’m sleeping here.” Tim says, his body soon gave out easily. Making his heavy body fall on your smaller frame. “Tim! Tim! Get up dude..I’m sorry!? Damnnit!!!”

Damian

The moment that text got sent, it takes him 6 minutes to get to your house. Quietly like the damn ex assassin he is.

His expression and face are hardened holding a katana, bro’s lip in sunken in as he looks around your house. “I don’t know what games you are playing. But it’s not funny L/N.” He says as he then sits on your bed. Katana flat on his lap staring at you intensely. “What, I can’t say I love you to my best friend.” Damian’s glare hardened. “You can, I was just surprised when you texted me those 'words'. Seemed unlikely of you to say that so I had to come to make sure you were secured.”

You deadpanned at the tanned boy in-front of you. “Okay fine, I just wanted to say it incase you felt like you didn’—” “I know you love me, and I …love you too. Now that I know you are okay, I must go.” He says quickly. Looking away to hide his slight flustered face, he lifts up your window sill and jumps out the window. You walk over to see the boy is immediately gone.

[sangunary]

Yandere BatFam x *other dimension* reader.

SYPNOSIS: Your false family aren't happy about the fact that you can finally go back home..

For year's you have been pretending to be happy with your false family but in reality you've been trying your best to get back home.

They were loving and kind but their intentions was sickening.

The tracking device inside your body, the constant unnerving questions, the eyes, the lack of privacy and the constant losing of memories.

Everything was off, your phone camera would sometimes flash red and it was pretty obvious Tim was watching you through it, it was a silent warning for you to not do anything unpleasant.

The way Dick would always follow you around even outside blüdhaven, talking and suddenly it would go to asking about your personal life and not answering was not an option.

Jason trying to guide you through your life by forcing you to stick by his side while he gunned down anyone who dares to stare at you inappropriate.

Damian who tried to hypnotize you to forget about your real home and even getting a demon involved in the process.

Barbara who always track you down and if she have a feeling of dangerous she would send any of the family to drug you and being you back to her.

She made a special drug for you, fast working and keep a person vulnerable for an hour.

Cass who would try to paralyzed you at some point because that was the safest option.

She directly told you about ut, saying if she cut a specific nerve from your body your body would shut down until that nerve somehow heal... Which would never happened.

Her reasons she misses you too much.

The most normal one was Stephanie, she threatened ever one of your friends because you didn't need friends when you have them.

But at times you even question yourself, she treated you like some treasure and not a person. If anybody from outside the family touches you she would freak out... Forcing you to clean the area or even forcing you to wash yourself thoroughly.

At the same time sge would manipulate you, setting scenarios in your head just do she could force you to do anything sge wanted which was to isolate you from any other life.

Duke would try to blind you if you ever threaten them to leave.

He did blind you once and it was a true Horror, everything was black- no, you couldn't even describe what you saw in that state... Not only was it an endless void, you heard your own voice desperately sobbing the feeling of wet hand's as they tried to rip you onto pieces.

You couldn't sleep after that your own thoughts went out of control and you went mad. Bruce had to hook you up to some machine again just so you could forget preventing you from going crazy.

Alfred would feed you things before you go out and the next day you would find yourself on your bed, when you asked about last night he would simply said you were too tired and decided to stay inside.

And the worst of them all... Bruce, he did kidnapped you from the league ready to harm any of the league members if they tried to take his precious daughter away from them. As a result building your way back some become harder but not impossible.

All your sacrifices have led up to this moment, standing infront of the glowing portal. A way back home.

Before you could run into it your left leg fell numb.

Before you could understand what was going on you fell on the ground both your leg have feel numb, your muscles completely given up on you.

"Aw, is our little bird trying to run?"

Dick voice was loud and clear. At that moment you realised you have fucked up bad.

You tried to crawl, pushing your way towards the portal using every of your strength to get back home. You were desperate and they know.

You felt something warm coming up your throat as velvety blood began to vomit out of your mouth, the effects of the poison taking a huge toll on you. Your breath became hollow as well.

Your vision being blocked by white and red light, you could feel some blood seeping out from your nails as they drool down on the fine marble.

"... It's not very nice of you to disappear on us"

Barbara spoke, she talked like this was normal. Watching you as you desperately crawl towards the glowing portal.

Suddenly your left arm began to numb, the sensation of fire went through your body as tears began to well up.

You didn't gave up, you couldn't it was so close. You force yourself to your limit digging on the floor and pulling your body weight.

You felt your nail snapping, ripping from your skin but luckily you could feel it.

Before you could pull again your hand stop moving as well.

Your body was numb all over, none of your muscles wanted to move, it was as if your muscles were cut off leaving you in a paralyzed state.

"Im sorry Master... I supposed the tea was extremely effective than I have anticipated"

Alfred was here to. He did indeed offered you his special tea, he must have laced it...

You tried to speak but you couldn't your tongue didn't even move your lips didn't even part... Not even a pathetic whimper made it our.

Your body was shutting down and It was all their doing.

To keep you in a paralyzed state so you'll forever stay by their side.

To stuff you inside some robot and rearrange your brain to their liking.

You were just some customisable character to them not a person.

"We didn't want to resort to this, to paralyzed you neck down... but don't worry we have some machine we will hook you up to. You'll be in this state until you better yourself"