#wayne manor headcanon

[violent138]

I think Wayne Manor has been totally redesigned from top to bottom for accessibility reasons (e.g. increased doorway width, lower/modifiable countertops, ramps, flooring change, altered door handles, et cetera). It started with making the place better for Babs, then Alfred realized it was more comfortable as he aged, and Bruce realized that it was a massive benefit because family members were injured nonstop.

[superbat-love]

Bruce: Commissioner Gordon, I wasn’t expecting a visit this late.

Gordon: My apologies, Bruce, there are some things that I need to talk to you about regarding the Wilson case.

Bruce: No apologies needed, Commissioner. Please, have a seat. Would you like a cup of tea?

Gordon: Tea would be-

Bruce: ?

Gordon:

Bruce: Commissioner?

Gordon:

Bruce: Commissioner Gordon, is everything all right?

Gordon: Bruce, there’s a- there’s a ghost floating down your hallway…

Bruce: [turns to see a sleeping Clark floating horizontally out of his bedroom, wrapped up in his blanket]

Bruce: Oh, that’s just my great-great-granduncle Tom. He’s always haunting this hallway on Thursdays. It’s his weekly chess game, and he never got over that one loss. Poor Uncle Tom…

Gordon:

Bruce: Alfred, why don’t you go and see if Uncle Tom can be persuaded to haunt another hallway instead?

Alfred: Right away, Master Bruce.

[bats-and-the-birds]

I am thinking about the batkids and their rooms at the manor.

When Dick was first brought to the manor, Alfred put wooden letters that spelled out his name on the outside of the door to his room. He wanted the boy to feel like he belonged, and denoting the room as his seemed like the best way. At first, they spelled out "Richard", and were painted in red, green, and yellow -- the colors that his parents had worn for their circus act, that didn't have any other meaning yet. Dick pried them off the door and threw them away. He didn't want to accept that this was permanent yet. There were new letters on the door a few days later, blue this time, and spelling out "Dick" instead. Those letters got pried off much the same and shoved in a drawer, and they didn't get put back until a year later. He was too short to put them in the same place, so they ended up crooked, and Alfred found it too endearing to fix.

When he left the manor years later, he considered ripping the letters off the door and throwing them in the foyer on his way out. But he left them, and there they remained, crooked as ever.

Jason got his own letters when it became clear he wasn't going anywhere. He helped Alfred put them up on his bedroom door, standing on a step stool to make sure they got in the right place. His were evenly spaced and neatly aligned, and he refused to tell anyone that he cried over them that night. He'd spent months wondering if he'd ever live up to his predecessor, not just as Robin, but in the family as well. And now he had his own letters, just like Dick's, and they weren't going anywhere.

And they didn't. Even after he died. Bruce and Alfred both considered taking the name down to make walking past that empty room less painful, but in the end, they didn't dare touch the letters, just like they didn't touch anything else in the room. Years later, Jason would sneak into the manor through his old bedroom window and find his school uniforms still hanging in the closet, his textbooks on his desk, an open novel on his nightstand, and, of course, the letters still on the door, more of an epitaph than the one on his actual tombstone.

Tim fought for his name on a bedroom door. It took a while, but he trained, and he learned, and he forced himself into the role that he knew he could fill. Part of him thought that no matter how good and useful he made himself as Robin, he'd never really fill the role that the two before him did. He thought there might not be room for him after Jason's death, but he did it. He was older than the other two when Alfred finally put the letters up on his door, but he did it.

Later, when he left in search of Bruce, he didn't think for a second of taking his name down off his door. He'd earned it.

Damian's name got put up practically as soon as he got to the manor. He didn't think much of having his name on a door. If anything, it irked him a bit, being lumped in with the others, but it would have annoyed him more if he didn't get his own name. For a while, his name on the door, marking it as his from the hallway, was the only reason you could tell it wasn't the guest room that it had previously been. He had no photographs, had arrived with no personal affects.

That changed, eventually. As he gained friends, he also gained photos of them. He put up sketches and watercolor paintings of his animals. A dog bed got put on the floor for Titus. But the letters had been there from the beginning, and he grew to appreciate them eventually. His room, with the name on the door, was safe, and he liked it there.

Cass's letters showed up without much fanfare. They were simply there when she exited her room one day. "Cassandra" in black wooden letters that matched all of her new siblings'. She ran her fingers over them with reverence. She'd never been allowed to leave a mark before. Her life was predicated on being a shadow, but there was her name, in big letters, somewhere where other people could see it.

Steph had a room. She didn't want to admit it, but when she crashed at the manor, it was always in the same room. Her name was put up, and she took it down, and it was put up again, and she took it down again until it became something of a game between her and Alfred. If Steph was staying at the manor and Alfred didn't find a wooden S in a random cupboard, then have to search the house for the rest of her name, then he knew she was in a bad mood, and he usually made her favorite cookies and left them outside of the door with her name still firmly in place.

Duke's letters were waiting for him when he moved in. His name in bright yellow letters that matched his suit already in place. Of course it was, it's tradition at this point, and he's part of the family now. He had bounced around for a while now, and the letters on his door made him feel...calmer. It was a sense of permanence, and one he could learn to enjoy.

Barbara didn't need a room. She had her own room, in her own house, but Alfred still offered to mark out a space for her. She declined. When she did stay over, it was either in the cave or Dick's room, she didn't need her own. Still, that didn't mean her mark wasn't left somewhere. There was a study downstairs with a desk that she sometimes did her homework on as a child if she was staying over for the night. Now, the desk held a computer that was wired into the Batcomputer's network, a photo of her and her father, and, of course, tiny wooden letters affixed to the side that spelled out 'Barbara'.

[numberonedukethomasapologist]

Do you think Bruce comes home to just random home renovations?

Like he'll walk down the hall and find a new mystery room that he swears wasn't there before

Or like he gets up the go to the restroom and there's a wall missing that was definitely there the day before

I don't think he questions anything that's appears or dissappears around the manor anymore

I could totally believe like the last time he investigated he stumbled upon a rat ritual room or sumn like that💀

[thebibliosphere]

I feel like I've complained about Tim's email situation in Gotham Knights before (edit: I have), but the truth of it is just so funny.

He's signed up for so many podcasts, video game streamers, and random news alerts; it's just a constant barrage of data going straight into his constantly whirring brain. Hell, he even floats the idea of the Batfamily having their own podcast as a way to correct misinformation about them (which Jason shoots down instantly), and it's made me realize something.

Timothy Drake would be a YouTuber.

In this universe specifically, Timothy Jackson Drake, the heir to Drake Industries and the foster son of the late Bruce Wayne would be a YouTuber.

Think about it. It'd be the perfect cover. Who would ever suspect that some 16-year-old nepo baby with a YouTube channel could ever be Red Robin? You'd have to be mad. I mean, look at him.

Red Robin just dropped out of literal thin air and garotted someone four times his size, and you expect anyone to believe that's the same kid who does 24-hour Minecraft charity streams and occasionally drops 6-hour video essays (his last one was on Lex Luthor's illegal bit mining operation on the moon)?

That kid?

You think that kid is Red Robin?

Ch'yah, okay, sure. And the Joker is funny 🤡.

[somecallmekay]

Dick is an acrobat, which means that, compared to the rest of the bats, he's one of the lighter ones. Additionally, since he was a trapeze artist, plus his years as Robin, this means he can always, ALWAYS, stick the landing. Jason, on the other hand, is the resident tank build, which means he's the heaviest with the most strength in the arms, rivalling that of Batman himself easily. With that in mind, I present my thesis. If Nightwing is annoying Red Hood, especially in front of Commissioner Gordon, Red Hood just throws Nightwing off of the building. While on the surface it seems cold hearted of Jason, he actually knows and trusts Dicks enough to know he'll be fine, and Dick could scurry away before Jason could grab him, but chooses not to. It's a way the brothers bond. Additionally, Jason sometimes does it around the manor, but only through open windows, because Alfred doesn't appreciate needing to replace them every week.

[arkangelo-7]

All I can think about right now is how fucking hilarious would it be if Wayne Manor was haunted. Because there is no way that Bruce “I Don’t Fuck With Magic” Wayne would tolerate that shit. He’d see the ghost of one of his ancestors wandering around the gardens at night and would just absolutely lose his mind—he’d hire the Ghostbusters or some shit to come deal with it because like hell is he touching anything vaguely supernatural with a ten foot pole. And you know he’s start making house calls to all the Justice League magic users the moment he catches sight of a creepy doll laying in the middle of the hallway or something like that. My man Bruce Wayne will absolutely not fuck with a haunted Wayne Manor and will do anything in his power to get someone else to deal with that shit for him.

[maybe-in-another-universe]

i hc that in a way bruce and batman are two separate entities. i like to think that batman only put up that display in the cave after jason died because all robin was to batman was a soldier, a partner, a role. but bruce? bruce lost a son. the manor is filled with jason’s essays from school (his favorites of course) framed on the walls. his report card is still hung up on the fridge and his prized possession, jason’s annotated copy of pride and prejudice, weathered with love, remains on display in bruce’s office, where he likes to flip through it when he misses him more than usual.

[redactedrem]

Can I PLEASE get a fanfic where a crime podcast had gone over the death of Jason Todd-Wayne and how very abrupt and publicly vague the story was during the press release. And now Jason is pissed bc Bruce is forcing him to lie low bc Jasons highscool yearbook photos are currently being passed around all over the internet and people will definitely recognize him if he's out in public.

Like do you guys realize how crazy suspicious Bruce would be if someone else just digged a little deeper? How the autopsy reports are either not allowed to be public, heavily edited, or just straight up the truth and you just have to dig around to find it. All 3 scenarios are hella sus bc either way Bruce Wayne is hiding something.

Anyway we all know how unethical some crime podcasts can get and I can see a scenario where they shine some light of speculation towards Bruces way and how he has to play damage control until this entire thing blows over.

[headcanonforthought]

Batfam headcanon thing?

The batfam staying out fighting until 2 am. There all hurt and battered. Alfred is mending there wounds. They haven't slept in hours. There licking there emotional wounds from being beaten. There hysterically laughing. Gathered around the large fireplace. There cackling and sobbing through belly deep laughter. Smashing there fists on the floor as they roll on there backs. They have no idea what there laughing about.

[sepia-stained-sunset]

HC that Talia doesn't actually fight with her hair undone, she pins it back, but her hair ties and clips tend to snap or fall off mid-fight.

Bruce usually finds the remnants of the clips or the hair ties and collects them all, just in case he'll ever be able to give them back (just in case she ever lets him be the one to tie her hair back again)

[violent138]

A gazillion bathrooms in the Manor and the Batkids could still find a way to bicker. 

"Get out, you've been in there forever!"

"Seriously, we're getting late for patrol!" 

"B! Tell him to stop before he causes a water shortage!"

At some point, Bruce pointedly, loudly slams a door so he can get some peace and quiet, and it would just continue a second later, somehow still as loud.

[batmanlovesnirvana]

by AshWinterGrey on Ao3

Summary : Today on Buzzfeed Unsolved, we look into the Murder of Thomas and Martha Wayne.

“Today on Buzzfeed Unsolved, we’re digging into a rather famous case,” Ryan begins, a grin on his face. “Its actually a case I grew up hearing about, and one that I like to keep an eye on from time to time. So I was, very, excited to get permission to do this case.”

“Oh, is this what I think it is?” Shane questioned.

“You saw the file,” Ryan gave his friend a look.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t sure if it was a file or just a list of things you wanted to talk about if you ever got permission,” Shane protested. “I mean, you’ve brought this case up pretty frequently.”

“Yes, yes, that is definitely the case,” Ryan agreed, turning a giddy grin to the file. “Today, ladies and gentlemen, we’re looking at the murder of Thomas and Martha Wayne.”

“This is going to be interesting,” Shane clapped.

“Was that sarcastic?”

“No.”

“It felt sarcastic.”

“Eh…maybe a little. You do go on and on about this case.”

“Yeah, but only, like, vague details.”

“Sure. Vague.”

Ryan shot Shane a look, to which Shane stared right back with a flat look. After a moment, Ryan turned away and flipped over the file.

“Shall we begin?”

“Yeah, of course,” Shane motioned with a flippant wave of his hand. “Let’s begin!”

A giddy grin filled Ryan’s face as he turned to the case file.

“On June 26th, at 10:47 pm, the world lost two of the kindest rich people anyone could have met. But first, let’s get a bit into their background. Doctor Thomas Wayne-”

“Wait. Doctor? Thomas Wayne was a Doctor?”

“Yeah! I was getting there! Let me get there!”

“Okay. Okay. You’ve just never mentioned he was a doctor, before.”

“I told you, you didn’t know everything. There’s a lot about this family I haven’t mentioned.”

“Well now I’m intrigued.”

“Doctor Thomas Wayne was born the son of Patrick Wayne and Laura Elizabeth Wayne. This made Thomas Wayne one of the last living descendants of the Five Families of Gotham.”

“Five Families.”

“Yeah…I…don’t know why I included that.”

“You weren’t going to explain?”

“I am now.”

“The Five Families of Gotham are the Crowne Family, which died out years ago with Amelia Crowne, though their of rumors of an illegitimate child. Maybe we’ll do that another time. The Cobblepot family, and we all know what happened to that family. The Elliots, Kanes, and Waynes. These Five Families are credited to helping build Gotham.”

“Doctor Thomas Wayne dedicated his time to his medical studies, his family company, to helping the Glades, and to his family. Doctor Thomas Wayne was originally not the inheritor of the Wayne fortune as he was the youngest child of the Waynes. But Philip Wayne died in Afghanistan, and Agatha Wayne renounced her family name when she married into the Carson family. Doctor Thomas Wayne, with a full medical degree, and a budding physician having started a free clinic in Park Row, found himself the inheritor of a multi-million dollar company.”

“Park Row?”

“Better known as Crime Alley.”

“Oh! Wait…it’s name isn’t actually Crime Alley?”

“Yeah, surprising, right?

“Martha Wayne was born into another Founding Family. The Kane Family. Her family history, of course, is a little rockier in the public eye than most of the world’s wealthy would prefer. Nathan Kane married a woman named Kathy Webb and was disowned, losing his grasp of the inheritance. Philip Kane is the inheritor, and the line might just die out with him. Jacob Kane lost his first wife and one of his daughters, remarried, and became an army general. Arthur Kane is recluse and not staying with his family. Martha Wayne seemed to break out.”

“Good for her.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“You just seem pretty on board with that.”

“Well, yeah. I like history.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“A lot.”

“You’re not…you’re not…going to…elaborate?”

“Nope! That’s an entirely different video.”

“Oh…kay.”

“Martha Wayne married Doctor Thomas Wayne as one of many acts of rebellion. Martha’s mother didn’t approve of the marriage at all, and even threatened to disown Martha. Martha’s other most notable act of rebellion was to become a social worker.”

“I like this couple more and more.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Here are two people. Helping others.”

“That they did.”

“Most people with money would just… throw it on junk. Not them. They seem like good people.”

“Later, Doctor Wayne and Martha welcomed a son into the world. Bruce Thomas Wayne. Then, eight years later, while taking their son to a movie in Park Row, a man stepped out of the shadows. As told by the account of Bruce Wayne, the only surviving witness, the mysterious man demanded their money and Martha’s pearls. However, the two barely had a chance to grab said items before the first bullet was fired. Thomas Wayne died almost immediately with that first shot. Martha moved to grab her son, but that was when the second shot was fired, and she, too, died almost instantly, according to police reports. A couple hours later, the police arrived.”

“That poor kid.”

“Yeah, I know. He was with his parents for a couple hours.”

“His parents just died, and he’s probably sitting there, begging them to wake up. And no one is there to help. That’s…that’s terrible. I’m surprised the guy wasn’t more messed up.”

“You could probably argue he was a little messed up.”

“Really?”

“Well, he did disappear for a few years, then reappear acting like a, you know, a floozy rich guy.”

“What?”

“Maybe we’ll cover that another time, too. But, long story short, Bruce applied to the FBI, got in, then quit the FBI, disappeared, and came back as a generous, but perky rich playboy.”

“That…that’s…”

“Now that we’ve talked about the Waynes and their murder. Let’s talk about why this case is unsolved and then get into a few theories. To begin, the Wayne Murder case was never solved. Mainly because the only living witness besides the killer, was Bruce Wayne, an eight year old boy who was left beside his parents bodies for hours. The shock definitely kicked in, and because of how dark it was, Bruce was unable to see the man’s face.”

“Of course a traumatized boy wouldn’t be able to identify his parents’ killer! What the heck do people expect!”

“Yeah…not the GCPD’s finest moment.”

“The First theory is that the Falcone Family did the hit.”

(Wheeze) “A mob hit?”

“Yeah, we definitely don’t get those all that often, do we?”

“We never get those!”

“This theory actually has some weight. It’s rumored that Thomas Wayne was actually a close friend of Francesco Falcone. A bond that formed when Thomas Wayne supposedly saved Francesco Falcone’s life during a mob hit. It’s also rumored that Thomas and Martha met at one of Francesco Falcone’s parties.”

(Cackling!)

“What?”

“If this theory is true, then my respect for Martha Wayne has skyrocketed! That woman was a rebel!”

“Really? After everything I just said, that’s what you want to go with.”

“The Kanes were jerks. I’m allowed to be proud of the woman.”

“However, its also noted that at some point, Thomas and Falcone stopped talking to each other. Their friendship supposedly fell apart, and if they left on bad terms, its possible that the Falcone family ordered the hit. However, unless the GCPD is covering it up, there is no proof behind this theory, nor is there much proof that Thomas and Falcone ever actually had a friendship other than a few pictures of the two at parties. And, if you know nothing about Gotham, you should know that Gang Leaders mixing with the Elites is…pretty common.”

“Too common.”

“Way too common.”

“But, I’ll be honest, I’m not sure this theory has too much weight.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, think about it. Saving someone’s life is…a pretty serious debt. Like, a life for a life debt, except you save it. If Doctor Thomas really saved Falcone, then the betrayal had to be dead awful for him to turn like that.”

“That’s…that’s a good point. We’ll put that theory on hold, then.”

“The second theory is that the Court Of Owls planned the hit.”

“The Court of Owls?”

“Yeah. You heard of them?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of them. If you had mentioned this, before, I might have been way more interested in this case.”

“Wow, I had no idea you were so excited about this.”

“It’s history, Ryan! Of course I’m excited about it!”

“You realize this is Gotham’s biggest Ghost Story, right?”

“Of course. But I also know the history around it.”

“The Court of Owls are a long standing legend in Gotham. The rumors claim that the court is comprised of Elites, supposedly related to the Crowne family. According to legend, the Court recruits elites into their system, and they recruit civilians to be assassins. These assassins kill those that oppose the Court.”

“That was a rough version of the Court of Owls. Not bad.”

“Thank. But now I’m curious to know what you know.”

“Maybe another time. Its too long to go into.”

“It’s believed that Thomas and Martha Wayne opposed the Court of Owls, and because of this, they were killed by a Talon.”

“I’d agree with that...”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I would. If ever there was a conspiracy theory I’d believe, it’s the existance of the Court of Owls. The history is fascinating.”

“Wow, I guess we…really need to do a history lesson on the Court of Owls.”

“The only thing that I think is a little sketchy is the fact that they…left Bruce Wayne alive.”

“Oh?”

“It’s not their style. Unless Bruce Wayne agreed to join the Court. But…given his charities and stuff, I doubt it.”

“Huh. I guess that’s fair.”

“The third theory…”

“What?”

“You’re gonna hate this?”

“Don’t say aliens.”

“Nope. Not aliens.”

“The third theory is that Thomas and Martha Wayne were murdered by a ghost.”

“No.”

“Oh, yes!”

“Ryan. No!”

“The Wayne family went through Park Row, a place well known as Crime Alley. There are a number of Crimes that happen there in a day, so its no wonder a large population believe the mysterious killer that was never caught and never seen was that of a ghost who lost his life in a mugging attempt where he failed.”

“The Court of Owls theory holds more weight than this.”

(Cackling)

“You know what, I can and will deny this theory. Forget this theory.”

“How does this hold less weight than the Court of Owls.”

“I need to give you a history lesson.”

“The fourth theory is that it was an inside job done by the GCPD. Due to the fact that the guy was never caught, and the history of police corruption, its not surprising that this was a theory that popped up. In fact, up until Jim Gordon became Commissioner, many cases in Gotham like this one were swept under the rug.”

“Good old Jim Gordon.”

“He was on this case, actually.”

“He was?”

“Yep. In fact, it’s rumored that this particular case was what led Gordon to turn the GCPD around. And he’s supposedly still close to Bruce Wayne.”

“Really?”

“His daughter dated Bruce’s oldest son.”

“Nice.”

“With all these theories, there still isn’t any clear answer as to who killed Thomas and Martha Wayne. And that leaves this particular case…Unsolved.”

“They don’t deserve that,” Shane sighed.

“Yeah, they seemed like genuinely good people for rich people,” Ryan agreed with a nod. “What do you think happened?”

Shane winced, scratching the back of his head. “Right. I like the Court of Owls theory, but…I think it was a rando mugging.”

“Then…then how do you explain the lack of a suspect?”

“Police corruption. The Waynes were trying to turn Gotham around. A few corrupt cops just…swept it under the rug.”

“That’s…” Ryan froze, looking down at his files. “That’s actually not a bad theory. Why didn’t anyone use that theory.”

“Maybe they’re not supposed to.”

“That’s terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.”

... .... .... ..... .... .... .... ....

“ This is...”

Jason paused, sending a look towards his younger brother.

“Genius?” Tim gave a sharp, Cheshire grin.

“Definitely,” Jason grinned back. “What exactly did you give them permission to do?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

[daddychi-01]

Bruce Wayne hates Donald Trump.

[numberonedukethomasapologist]

Bruce at 3am walking downstairs to see Duke halfway out the window: Duke?

Duke: *falling on his ass* heeeeyy B😁

Bruce: what are you doing??

Duke: *leaning so he blocks the veiw of the windiw* oooh ya know- just chillin-

*CHIRP*

Bruce:🧍🏻‍♂️

Duke: 🧍🏾‍♂️

Bruce: *quickly walking up to the window*

Duke: NO NO- BRUCE WAIT-

Bruce: what the hell..

Damian and the baby skunk he tried to sneak into the house: 🧍🏽‍♂️��

[voiddaisy]

duke is 100% the sibling the batkids go to when they need to get something off of their chest or need help but don’t want to share it with the class. because duke is not judgmental about his siblings and gives AMAZING advice.

…

Jason, barging into Duke’s room without knocking: “I’m going on a date tonight.”

Duke, looking up from a magazine, smiling: “Cool! �� Do you need help with something?”

Jason, crossing his arms: “No.”

Duke: “…”

Jason, looking at the invisible spot on the wall: “What do I wear.”

Duke, smiling as he hops out of bed: “Well, what are you guys doing?”

.-.-.

Steph, clearly annoyed: “Cass is being so stupid. I’ve dropped so many hints that I like her and she still hasn’t asked me out.”

Duke: “Well, have you tried telling her straight up how you feel?”

Steph: “Dude, it’s Cass we’re talking about. The girl knows everything. She definitely knows I like her.”

Duke: “Cass knows everything but when someone likes her. I’m telling you that you need to tell her.”

Steph: “…How?”

Duke: “Okay, so basically-“

.-.-.

Damian, politely knocking on Duke’s door and entering with his cat in his arms: “I request some assistance.”

Duke, already on his feet: “Okay. With what?”

Damian, who isn’t allowed to have a phone: “Drake has made some slanderous statements about me online and I wish to defend myself.”

Duke, smiling: “And retaliate?”

Damian: “Obviously. May I use your phone?”

Duke: “Of course. Do you know how to work Twitter?”