#vampire batfamily

[androgynouspoetry]

Vampire Teen Angst

A silent dark figure glided down the long wooden hall. It came to a stop in front a wide mirror-tall as the molding would let it. The clad in black shadow moved a pale hand from the darkness and into the dim light, almost to touch the mirror. Its hand looking sickly frail with the skin almost transparent-purple and blue veins running under its cold flesh. It touched its finger tips against the cool mirror and let out a shaky breath unneeded. The reflection…it’s ghastly reflection.

“…”

Just then a second tall figure placed a heavy hand on its shoulder.

“Don’t look. You know it messes with your head.”

The smaller figure moved its hand from the mirror as if burned.

“…he should have stuck to silver backings. It’s cruel to have modern ones.”

The taller shadow clenched his jaw, his animalistic canines piercing his warm lip.

“He thought we would miss seeing us.”

The smaller shadow whipped around, his milky white and pale blue eyes burning with a fury that came from no soul.

“Us? Us?! Can we call what’s in the reflection “us”?!”

He stepped into the low light, showcasing the appearance he cursed. His skin pale and sickly translucent, his body lean bordering boney in his thin wrist, his hair dark and stringy, ears pointed and near pink inside, and his face…thin enough for the bone of his cheeks to near kiss his eyes. And his eyes milky blue, sunken in and soulless. His lips thin and crack, gums receded showcasing a sharp angry mouth like a rabid dogs.

“LOOK AT ME! I’m horrifying-disgusting! A corpse who knows not that it’s died long ago!”

His black sweater hung loose on his hungry body. The taller man let out a sigh of annoyance-not in anger but as if they’ve had this talk before. He also stepped into the light.

“Tim, you’ll get better once you eat! We’ve been through this the past 50 years! It’s not the 1970’s anymore-you…you need to move past this! It’s not healthy to starve yourself!”

Dick looked concerned and pleaded to Tim to eat, over and over and over again. Dick-taking to the life as a vampire fairly quick-had long since fed whenever he felt the want for fat on his body, weight on his hips and color on his caramel cheeks. Unlike Tim’s walking corpse Dick drunk the blood of the living, just like his father and siblings. He had meat on his bones, healthy weight to his face. He had full black hair with shining blue eyes and full lips that hid strong teeth and perfect gums where his livelihood was retracted.

“Healthy? Do I look like I fucking care?! You know what happened! All of you! I didn’t ask for this!”

With that he stormed down the dark hallway leaving behind a worried brother.

“…I was never this difficult.”

The man in a dark red robe came down from the high ceiling.

“True but you were already being raised by vampires. Just give him time, he’s been through something horrific. He’ll come around one of these decades.”

Dick let out a groan at Bruce’s words of “comfort”.

“Never thought I’d miss the 50’s so much. I totally would have given him some cocaine.”

“DICK NO-“

(Hi guys! I know it’s been awhile and I’m excited abt posting for tomorrow, but for now I just wanted to give a little drop of what’s been stewing in my head. Just a prompt of spooky Batfam. I think I might add on to this if you guys like it, might make it a series cause of all the ideas I have for it! I just love the idea of like traditional vampire lore with some other stuff. Like vampires not able to see their reflection back in the day being because mirrors were made with silver which wouldn’t be all that common in todays world which is why Tim is able to see his reflection. I also threw in my own little thought that vampires are kinda like that once scene in that smurfs movie where the old woman gets young again and “plump? And stuff when Gargemel used his magic. I think of them like the dried out version of fruit if they don’t have any blood in their system. Like they don’t only eat blood to help the hunger but to also feel and look more alive, hence why Dick has warm skin and a more healthy and alive look-he ate recently. The blood of someone else’s keeps his body warm. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy and happy pre Halloween! 🎃)

[myebix]

a concept, vampire batfamily, but out of sheer spite batman made himself like marceline adventure time where he just drinks the red color from stuff. and all the kids do it too.

except jason starts drinking blood after coming back, and dami was raised as a blood consumer just to be retrained into eating colors

this is purely because it popped into my head and I thought the idea would have comedy potential.

baby tim goes up to the bats all "I know what you are" and expects to get bit once he sees the vamp fangs, only to watch bruce slurp down some food dye from a juice box like it's an energy drink. bruce never actually turns him until after he comes back fully trained and acts as robin for a few months. he was scared to turn anyone else after jason.

"ah man, I'm starving, this stakeout is taking way too long." *chomps down on robin uniform as a snack*

jason eventually returns to drinking colors, but when he's hangry and some drug lord is practically asking for it, he gets a good meal out of his busts. a little indulgence, he deserves it.

bruce's "slippery slope" mentality also works, bc he knows that if he ever has his first taste of blood, his first kill, he'll be insatiable and won't be able to stop. he's fighting his urges daily.

duke is simply built different, and his light powers give him the ability to be in the sun without some kind of protection. everyone else is jealous. poor guy found it out the hard way, though, after he was turned. steph still holds the video of him shrieking and hissing at the sun before realizing he was perfectly fine as blackmail.

[eldritchdemonfox]

I’ve been reading a bunch of cryptid/vampire Batfam fics and i keep noticing that people tend to make Jason the token human of the group (even after his resurrection) which annoys me somehow bc no that boy is literally feral let him be a creature

[gothamite-rambler]

"Weird Questions from a Weird City: Batfamily Edition

Duke Thomas: What’s your biggest fear?

Jason Todd: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Tim Drake: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Dick Grayson: Vampires.

Jason Todd: ...

Tim Drake: ...

Dick Grayson: I got turned into one once and nearly killed peoples. It's a bloodlust, you never know when you'll be fully quenched and every non-vampire is a succulent vessel... But I'm not a vampire anymore and that is in my past.

Dick eats his apple after that.

*silence*

Duke Thomas: Holy crap stick, Batman.

Tim: Can I change my option to Dick Grayson?

Jason: Same.

[violent138]

Bruce definitely trained all the Robins to abandon him if things got bad. He'd give them scenarios like him trapped under something in a fire, hypothermic conditions, he's too injured, and they need to get information to Lucius, and the list goes on. And to date, the only bit of training his kids have continually failed, whether in simulation or practice, is failing to leave him behind.

[abisalli]

happy belated Halloween (just something quick bc I wanted to draw some vampire! bats)

[pinkplantz]

Vampire nightwing 🦇

[yanmuffins]

... on a more light-hearted note, imagine a phineas and ferb scenario except neglected! reader is the gifted child that is overlooked by platonic! batfamily, building all sorts of insane contraptions mysteriously disappear for unknown reasons and damian is the only one in the family seeing this shit happen, slowly losing his mind trying to bust his sibling to bruce or his siblings (etc.) only to find that giant robot/waterpark/space rollecoaster is no longer there. once again he looks like a resentful brother trying to incriminate his only blood sibling, whom he seems to have a vendetta against.

i mean, can you blame them? you're just sorta there. just doing your own thing, going to school, hanging out with friends, keeping to yourself. it's embarrassing to admit, but they often forget you live at the manor. you're one of the teenagers to exist. so when damian comes running to dick, saying "look! look! i finally busted them. the cameras caught-" only for the magically corrupted footage to show him 3 minutes of you hanging out under a tree, cut, hanging out under a tree again, let's say dick is... confused.

or when he removed jason from a mission, guiding him at full speed back to the manor, where you were home alone and working on a weather-changing machine because you wanted to have winter snow during summer, except they arrive to find you eating cereal on the kitchen counter. no machine to be seen.

eventually they just dismiss it as damian being petty and acting his age for once. it's the whole being bruce wayne's only blood child and heir to the wayne legacy that you kinda got in the middle of by existing and stuff, they're sure. i mean, you? doing all that? the very idea is so absurd it doesn't even trigger their suspicions. you're the civilian among civilians, every time they look your way you're doing homework or watching funny orange cat compilation videos on youtube.

whether damian's failures to expose you are absurdly coincidental or you just know how to avoid the batfamily's watchful eye is up for debate. well, it's for the best, either way. there’s a 104 days of summer vacation and you're basking in being left alone by the family, and bruce would be livid if he found out about the things you've been doing behind his back, so...

just... hope they don't find out, okay?

[incorrectbatfam]

Duke: Concept: reverse vampires.

Duke: They survive by eating garlic and drinking holy water. The sun is healing to them. If you stake them through the heart, they become immortal. But most importantly...

Duke: Every single human on Earth is trying to hunt them down and drink their blood.

Jason: Italians.

Duke: W-what timeline are you from?

[wetsandmemories]

alfred is so fucking real for that

[oifaaa]

I was thinking maybe I should stop drawing so much werewolf vampire stuff but then I remembered it's October and I can do what I want

[strange-birb]

More secret band AU Timmy!🫦

[puppetmaster13u]

3am Prompt/Au Idea

What if, like love evil Dick in DC Vampires, more power to him, but like, imagine for a second...

Bruce, after finding out one of his kids is the self-proclaimed Vampire King, just holds up his hand, gathers up said kids into a room and just-

"I am not mad-" Several exchange looks that are half alarmed and half guilty, seeing as they're unsure why they've been gathered up at this moment. "-nor am I disappointed."

Bruce, fully channeling dad mode, "But what did we agree on for world domination plans?" (Somewhere a snooping hero chokes)

"Not to do it when you're on world so you don't have to at least attempt to stop us?"

"Exactly. Now, which one of you broke the rule and now has new medical information you didn't inform Alfred of...?"

[nosyrobin]

DARK AGES

★ ; 🦇🍷. . ♱ BATFAMILY X VAMPIRE!READER

Summary: a dark shadowy figure runs around Gotham. But as the bat and birds try to figure out who they are, they don’t even know themselves.

Lights flicker around a dark figure, blood stains stained the carpet floor of two lovers who met their demise not too long ago. The dark figure wore black converses that were now bloodied, a black jacket and black denim jeans. The hood covered their entire face, only darkness was their face. It was clear they mostly wore black to hide the crimson blood. But the stench of fresh and old blood hung weary in the air. The figure disappeared into the shadows as their footsteps were heard on the creaky and wooden floors.

As they go to exit through the front door, something was thrown at them. They effortlessly dodged in a swift move. There was a boy who held ninja stars in between his fingers and a mean scowl amongst the tan face of his. The figure started to bounce against the walls, the new boy wonder tensed as it was like watching the exorcist. The way the person bounced against the walls his skin crawls oddly. Robin threw another round of ninja stars about bouncing against the walls along with you.

Dancing, that’s what it felt like between the figures. The figure clawed onto the wall. Their sharp nails pierced the wall before moving one leg quickly. Kicking the oncoming boy who went head first at them. Robin got up quickly, unsheathed his katana. With a warrior roar, he slashed down at the dark shadow. The shadow dodged each slash, grabbing the katana and pulling it towards them. Robin’s eyes widened he felt a fist connect to his throat. He dropped to his knees. Clutching his attacked throat. He tried to shake off the burning and painful sensation of that punch. But it was too strong.

And the figure was already gone.

The figure leaped against building to building. They already sensed four other people chasing them. One was certainly close behind, seeing blue and black on them as they flipped across roofs. Nightwing flipped in front of the running shadow, but the figure already turned around to only to be met with a person with a red helmet and gun.

“Surrender, and maybe I won’t put a bullet in you kid..” the low voice said as the figure stood still. Making it seem they were going to surrender as Nightwing walks up cautiously to apprehend the suspicious person. Before Nightwing can even touch them, the figure elbowed the vigilante in the rib. Nightwing groaned as the shadow grabbed the hero’s arm, pulling and pushing them in front of them. Red hood pointed his gun at the shadow, ready to take it down before he paused. He paused at the scene he was seeing as red glowing eyes emitted from the darkness within their hood. A chilling atmosphere arose the moment as Nightwing hissed at the pressure point in his arm getting pressed on. Nightwing was on his knees with the figure’s sharp nails against his neck.

Definitely a hostage situation, red hood slowly pressed a button on his helmet to alert the big bat about the situation that came too quick for him to progress. But before he can speak to the big man, the figure got impatient. Lifting up the adult man they held hostage and throwing him like a rag doll. Redhood fell to the ground with Nightwing on him, redhood pushed the man off him. Ready to shoot the bastard that dare throw his partner of this mission at him.

But of course the figure was gone without a trace.

[zeynyukine3011]

My Favourite Damian Wayne Hugs (Part 2)

Part 1/2/3/4

9.

Dick comforting Damian when they learn that Bruce can't be saved.

10.

Steph and Damian hugging in DCeased.

11.

Damian hugging his mama.

11.

Damian and Jon hugging after Damian sneaks into the submarine.

12.

Bruce and Damian hugging after Bruce rescues him from Joker's "dinner party".

13.

Damian and Bruce hugging after Damian gave him the pearl of Martha's necklace he searched for month.

14.

Damian and Bruce hugging after Bruce's resurrection in Lazarus Pit.

15.

Alfred and Damian hugging in DC vs. Vampires.

[timmydraker]

Thinking about Vampire Tim AU and him saving Bruce via turning.

None of the Drakes are actually Vampires, at least not permanently. It was a very strange instance that occurred out of pure chance and coincidence.

A pregnant Janet Drake in a foreign country having a run in with a starving vampire rouge that bite her just a few days before she gave birth.

Instead of the curse spreading to her, the labour of her child pushed and the spreading of lifeform spread to her baby as it was born. The child looked healthy, had no inhuman features, and they assumed her being so sick was simply the fact she was about to give birth.

Tim doesn’t realise what he is for a while purely because his parents are vegan and, until he was seven and had some beef from a classmates lunch, hadn’t had any blood enter his mouth.

Having to teach himself everything, Tim learned to manage both his hunger and abilities as quickly as he could. He studied history and mythos and did several test to figure out the limits to what he needed and could do.

He learnt that he could heal via blood, that he could go without air for days, and that his hearing was normal though his sense of smell was enough to distinguish blood types.

He learn that he could go two weeks without blood before it became a problem, but if he pushed it past three weeks he would start to experience literally decay.

Tim disconcerted his saving grace was that the hunger wasn’t as uncontrollable as people made it out to be in movies and books. At most, it was just like normal human hunger or thirst, and he was aware there was a huge variable in him being raised rather poorly.

He keeps it hidden for years, but then when he’s nineteen Bruce dies.

Not Batman, Bruce.

They got in a car crash of all things, the other drive running after they drove them off the road on the extremely rare instance that Alfred wasn’t driving.

Tim watched the tree branch in his foster father’s chest for several minutes as he thought about his options. Bruce was dead upon impact, gone with only the last wisps of life hanging to him.

Bruce was a father.

Batman was needed.

Even though it would out what he was, Tim forced his several sharp teeth out, all needle sharp and long enough his jaw had to unhinge slightly, and bit into his own wrist. The fangs, an inch long each, dug into his skin painfully before moving to dig into each of Bruce’s wrist and then finally his neck.

Tim smeared the blood into all three wounds and then squeezed as much as he could into Bruce’s mouth.

He had no idea how he knew what to do, trusting the instinct the curse seemed to just… give him.

When Bruce begins to breath again, Clark finally shows up. It’s been a total of eleven minutes and Tim only realises that the other took so long because he had been off planet, yet he is grateful because if he had been there…

Tim instructs Clark on how to cover up the scene, removing the cars and getting Bruce to the cave.

Dick is freaking out, worrying over his brothers ripped clothes and Bruce’s clear injuries, but Tim is quiet.

He takes Bruce’s medical cot and leads them both into a containment cell and then seals it, implementing his own lock as well as one of Bruce’s so no one can open it. He can hear someone banging on the glass a few times but he ignores it to stand over his father’s side and wait for him to wake up.

Naturally, when the older man does he’s panicked and screening Tim’s name.

Tim smiles at him sadly before taking hold of his hand, which Bruce immediately process as wrong.

“Why aren’t I dead?”

Smile growing sadder before fading to an almost formal look, Tim squeezed his hand before pulling away.

“I know you’ve had your suspicions and I thank you for trusting me regardless, but you are right. I’m not human Bruce, and now… you aren’t either.”

He lets the worlds settle for just a moment before continuing, knowing the other will want all the information he can. They’re both so similar in that way.

“I was born a vampire, I will always be a vampire. I will explain that all to you soon, but what you need to know is this: you do not need to drink human blood, you will not loose control over your thirst if you allow me to train you, and yes I had no choice. Gotham needs Batman and I-… I need my father. I will not apologise for my selfishness, but I am sorry you have to be like me.”

Bruce is quiet but he doesn’t move to kick Tim out, nor does he shout at him or cry in betrayal.

He’s surprised, but not more than Tim had ever seen before.

It’s almost an hour of silence between them before Bruce speaks again, “You… you are actually nineteen?”

Tim scoffs and Bruce glares, which makes Tim smile more, “I am. My body will age until around twenty five, at least that’s my hypothesis. If you are turned you stay the age you were, but I was born.”

Bruce nods and after a moment reaches out for his son’s hand.

Another silence before he squeezes it, “Have you told the others about… this change?”

Tim winces, “I tried to keep us separated because I knew you would worry for hurting someone, but I knew Damian would break in if he couldn’t listen so…”

“Ah. Understood.”

Then, in another rare instance that Tim thought he wouldn’t see for at least another few years, Bruce opens his arms to him for a hug.

Naturally, Tim crumbles into his father’s arms and sobs louder than a war drum.

Bruce kisses his head and holds him tight, a vampire embrace.