#we make all the dick grayson red head jokes

[damianwaynerocks]

thinking about stephanie & bernard meeting and i can’t decide if i’d rather have them vent about the annoying things tim does as a boyfriend or stephanie giving bernard advice on how to help tim take care of himself

[dudedidujust]

The daily planet runs a front page article calling superman the light of mankind

Cue the batfam launching a counter campaign in support of Signal,  the real Light of Mankind.

It starts as a joke but quickly derails into an all out war.

[gilverrwrites]

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Wally West/Reader/Dick Grayson, 4.8K Words AN: Based on this request: [BirdFlash with reader being Dick's girl who Wally always dreamed of having a taste so on Wally's birthday best friend dick gives his girl with nothing but a gift wrapping ribbon on her breasts on Wally's bed all dolled up for him while Dick watches them while stroking his cock, pretty please] But I switched it up to Christmas cause it took me this long to finish it. Happy Holidays All! Warnings: Objectification | cuckolding | restraints | spit-roasting | minor-name calling | Dick being an implied/moderately mean dom. 

Wally wouldn't call it begging. More like a series of persistent and not-so-subtle hints. Whatever it was, and no matter how much he asked for it, he earnestly was not expecting to find you, looking all pretty and perfect, strapped to his bed, and all wrapped up in shiny red ribbons when Dick had insisted on giving him his Christmas present early. Wally had no clue how Dick had managed to sneak you in here without him noticing, and honestly, he didn't really care.

“Really, dude?” Wally grabs Dick's upper arm, turning his best friend so that they're eye to eye. Mostly he just needs to hold onto something, to ground himself, to prove he's not dreaming.

“Yeah, man,” Dick confirms, stretching out the arm in question to pat Wally's shoulder. “Ground rules though. You get one; you nut, you're done. You wear a rubber, and I’ll be watching the whole time.”

Wally nods excitedly all the way through. Those are all reasonable requests,but he can't help teasing a little. “What’s that matter? Don't you trust me with your girl?”

“No.” Dick answers decisively but with the hint of a laugh, as he lets go of his best friend, settling into the desk chair he'd already repositioned for optimal viewing. Dick has never been the possessive or insecure type, in fact, seeing how excited the premise of sleeping with his girl makes Wally is a bolster to his already teeteringly large ego.

Wally, totally buzz, could practically phase through the floor at any moment.

“Thanks, man!! This might just be the best gift ever!” He drums his fists against Dick’s chest, letting out some pent-up energy and then, in the blink of an eye, he’s on you.

It feels like a cool breeze is rolling over you as he examines you. Fingers tweaking your ribbons and brushing over your exposed skin so fast you barely know where he is at any given time. The only thing you're certain of is the hardness of his clothed cock pushing against you're pussy.

“You're the best present I ever got.” He repeats, this time to you, once he pulls away the soft binding that had been dressed across your mouth.

Before you can answer, Dick chimes in, endlessly amused by Wally’s enthusiasm. “You haven't even fucked her yet.”

When Wally replies, he’s still looking at you. Consuming you with those inviting eyes. “No, but I’ve been dreaming about all the things I want to do to you since the day we met.”

Those same green eyes travel along your face, appraising every inch of your skin with pure wonderment, and making you feel far more flustered than the reality of the situation ever did. Eventually, his gaze settles on your lips, all read and glossy, just for him and he whispers yearningly; “Can I kiss you?”

You want to make a joke about whether he planned on pumping and dumping you, but he asks so sweetly, that all you do is smile and nod, tilting your head up until you feel the callouses of his thumb on your cheeks and his lips grazing your own. He starts out so tenderly, savouring every second, committing every taste, every move, every look to memory. Uncaring of how your lipstick stains his face.

But he only has so much patience, can only hold back his precipitous nature for so long. Soon enough he’s holding your face steady as he hungrily soaks up your kisses, panting into your mouth, clinging to you like he’ll never get enough. Simultaneously, his hips have upped their tempo too. Increasing from a steady rut that had your already wound-up heat throbbing for more, to a constant, deep and mind-numbing grind that had you leaking through the satiny fabric your boyfriend had so lovingly bound you up in. You’d be pushing back against him, if Dick hadn’t done so good a job at ensuring you’re properly spread and displayed for his best friend.

“Wally?” You purr into his mouth, and you would swear his cock twitched before he snapped his head back to take you in. His face a wicked collection of freckles, spit, and lipstick.

“Yeah, baby?” He grins down at you, all doe-eyed and boyish. ‘He really is just happy to be here’ you think, watching as his gaze travels further down your body, following his own fingers as they graze your neck, then your makeshift collar, running over the curve of your breast before settling to fiddle with the tail of the ribbon that’s currently keeping them contained.

Needily, you buck your hips as best you can and let out yet another gratuitous whimper. “Need you. Want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Yeah?” His hand falters, dipping lower, tracing the bows that cover your core, his eyes and smile concurrently growing wider until Dick butts in.

“Don’t let her take over, Bud.” He warns, and instantly you narrow your eyes at him. He looks so calm and composed, leaning back and spreading his legs, but already his cheeks are tinted pink, and his hand is buried in his jeans. “Give her an inch, and she’ll take a mile.”

“She can have it all.” Wally muses, never taking his eyes from your form as he trails his hand upwards once more, having made his decision, he tugs at the smooth fabric until it gives, unveiling your breasts and making him suck in a breath as he takes them in. “Just let me have some fun first, yeah? You’re my present, after all, so it’s only fair, right?”

Please with Wally’s response, Dick shoots you a self-satisfied look, one that has you glaring daggers back at him until he just has to say something.  

“Don’t look at me like that.” He scolds playfully. “I’ll end this thing, and Wally will have to go without. Is that what you want?”

Briefly taken aback, Wally finally takes his eyes off you, his head darting back and forth between the two of you before he catches on to your game.

“Is he always this mean to you?” Wally asks with mocking sympathy, his speech marred by the way he drags his lips along the curve of your breasts.

“Yes!” You return, amping up the dramatization. “He’s so cruel.”

“I knew it!” Despite the bit, Wally doesn’t keep his mouth from kissing and sucking the tender skin of your nipples. Nor does he keep his hands from wandering your body still, weaving his fingers under your remaining trimmings. It’s like you’re a plethora of gifts, and he doesn’t know which to open next. “Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands now.”

“Good grief. The two of you deserve each other.” Dick scoffs, despite his warning, he does nothing but lean back further and bunch up the hem of his t-shirt to keep it from getting in his way.

“You ever been with a speedster before?” Wally asks keenly, leaning in to kiss you once more.

“No.” You answer, shaking your head when he pulls back. Wally’s delight is evident immediately.  

“Oh, baby. You don’t know what you’ve been missing.” In the blink of any, all the ribbons and bows are gone, strewn across the room, one suspiciously sitting haphazardly on Dick’s head. All but for the bindings that keeps you secured to Wally’s mattress. Exposing you completely, but offering you no give to shy away from the hot breath warming your inner thighs. “I am gonna rock your world.”

It’s sinfully thrilling, laying bare and vulnerable under two pairs of intensely watchful eyes. It’s enough to make you shiver in anticipation, but the real shockwaves come the moment Wally rolls his tongue between your slit, once, twice, three times, thoroughly and loudly enjoying the taste of you, and the way your hips tremble under his grip.

“Shhhhhhit.” With eyes closed, he groans into your slick folds. “You taste better than any Christmas cookie I ever tried.”

Dick laughs, you don’t have the capacity. As soon as the words are out of his mouth Wally glides two fingers into your dripping entrance. It’s not the way they stretch your walls that has you writhing, it’s the fact that they’re fucking vibrating.

“Oh-oh my god, Wally!” You whine, unconsciously pulling at your ties, desperate to grip onto something, to alleviate some of the tension he’s already building.

“You like that, sweet thang?” Wally hums, opening his eyes purely to soak in the way you’re already coming undone for him already. “You’re gonna love this.”

When he ambles his tongue against your clit again, it too is pulsing, tingly and intense. You crumble and twitch under his touch in seconds. “Fuck! Wally, Wally, oh my god, Wally!” You want to praise him, to tell him how good he’s making you feel but all that spills from your lips is a series of swears and prayer-like calls of his name. You’re so caught up in the moment, that you don’t notice Dick approaching, not until his weight dips the mattress beside your head and his fingers threat into your hair, brushing it from your flustered face in gentle little sweeps.

“Does that feel good?” He asks coolly, the stormy blue of his eyes overtaken by the expansiveness of his pupils.  “You gonna cum all over another man’s face?”

“Yes. Yes, Dick. Yes!” Your eyes flicker between the two men. They couldn’t be more different. Wally, bright and sunny, face full of warmth and contentment, virtually melting as he all but devours you. Dick, dark and seductive, enjoying the power he has over you even when you’re restlessly squirming on his best friends’ tongue.

“Don’t tell me.” He instructs, gently guiding you to face, focusing your attention back on Wally. “Tell him.”

“Wally, so, so good.” You whisper. “N-never felt like this before.”

You may be at your wit's end, but you still notice the way his eyes dart to Dick with a cocky quirk of his brow.

“She’s gonna cum for you, in 10.” Dick announces, and you’re not sure whether he just knows the signs better than you do, or if you’re so accustomed to cumming on command for him, but your body immediately grows taut, holding back ripples of pleasure, all stemming from the ceaseless throb of Wally’s probing fingers and flattened tongue.

“9, 8, 7…” Dick continues to count down, slow and steady, still playing with the stray tresses of your hair, wiping up any stray tears of frustration that leak from your wide eyes.  

“6, 5, 4…” Between Wally’s tightening grip, and the satin that holds your limbs down, you’ve no way to buck or roll, all you can do is tighten your fists and curl your toes, biting your lip as you silently beg your boyfriend to count faster.

“3, 2, 1.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Perfectly on queue, your orgasm wracks through you. Unrestrained moans escaping not just your own lips, but Wally’s too. His mouth never leaving the lip of your pussy, his fingers continuously buzzing between your sensitive folds as you whimper and groan, drowning in ecstasy. “Wally! Yes, yes, yes!”

“I could get used to this.” Wally praises, kissing his way along your stomach once you have nothing left to give him. His hot breath grazing your skin as he works his way up, mouthing your sensitive nipples once he’s in range until a set of strong, familiar fingers abandon you to wrap into the speedster’s rust-red locks. His jaw hangs open in shock and awe as Dick stands.

“Don’t.” Dick voices firmly, holding Wally in place until the former weakly nods his head. Despite his promise, the moment Dick relaxes his grip, Wally descends onto your chest. Planting, heated, open-mouthed kisses across your chest, smearing the wetness of your orgasm across your skin.

“Or I guess I’ll just have to make the most of you now.” He quips when you lock eyes.

“Untie me.” You surprise him and yourself with your reply, but you so badly want the freedom to run your fingers through his hair, to strip him of his clothes and kiss every one of his freckles without restraint, to pin him under your thighs and bounce on his cock until he’s as much a mess as he’d made of you. “C’mon Walls, I wanna touch you and kiss you and ride your cock ‘til I can’t walk straight.”

Any doubt that might have clouded his mind is quickly washed away as he envisions the reality of your promises. “Oh baby, how could I never say no to that.” He ponders aloud. A second later your limbs are freed.

He watches you intently as you stretch and flex your stiff muscles, both of you ignoring Dick who has retreated to his chair once more and is shaking his head. The first thing you reach for is the hem of his t-shirt. Frantically, you pull it over his head, excitedly trailing your hands over the lean muscle uncovered in its wake.

“You’re so hot.” You coo, sitting upright and stretching your legs over his, his hands clutching your thighs to help you mount him. His rosy skin is hot under your lips, his nails digging in as you smother any inch of skin you can reach with messy kisses. His hips jerk when your finger dips down once more, hooking into the waist of his pants. Impatient, he doesn’t allow you a chance to fumble with them, one moment you’re teasing him through the fabric, the next they’re gone.

He lets out an unintentionally high-pitched whine that puts your hairs on edge the moment you grace his cock with your fingers. You’d felt him rutting against your core already, but nothing prepared you for the reality. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, and he jerks once more when you press your thumb to it, swirling the moisture around his crown before you gently brush your fingers from tip to base, enjoying how his whole body practically sings at the touch of your soft lips and playful fingers.  

“Wow, Wally, you’re so hard.” You speak softly against his jaw.

He turns to look you in the eye as he sincerely replies: “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“Well, you don’t have to wait anymore.” You remind him, eagerly shuffling forward until you’re close enough to slip his cock between your folds. “You gonna fill me up with your cock?”

“Yea-.”  

“Ahem.”

Immediately grounded by the sound of his voice, you both turn to face Dick. In one hand he’s holding his spit-slicked cock, evenly stroking it in long, relaxed motions. You almost want to crawl over there and take it in your mouth, but tonight is all about Wally, maybe you can persuade Dick to take a more active role if and when he shares you again.

In the other hand he holds a condom, the moment you and Wally register it you laugh at yourselves sheepishly for getting carried away. You reach for it first, but Wally beats you to the punch. Taking, unwrapping, and sporting it before settling back under your kneeling form before you even realise what’s happening.

“Our bad, man.” Wally apologies for the both of you, leaving Dick no time to respond before he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and lining his erection up with your waiting entrance once again. “Just wanna fuck you so bad, baby girl. C’mon, c’mon.”

He continues, impatiently encouraging you as you lower yourself onto his length slowly, enjoying the blissfully painful stretch as his cock spreads your soft little pussy inch by inch, forcing yourself to take it slow. But you can feel the excited energy radiating from Wally. His fingers and toes are tapping, his teeth painfully sinking into his bottom lip as he tries and fails to stay still for you. You’re halfway down when he snaps, impatiently thrusting into you from beneath, evoking a pained cry from between your gritted teeth.

“Wally!” You scold, only half meaning it. Feels to fucking good to stay mad.

“I’m sorry.” He immediately apologises, brushing your flushed skin with kiss after hurried kiss. “I’m sorry, you just feel too good. Couldn’t help it. You took it so well. Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

Though he keeps murmuring apologies into your skin, not once has he stopped rocking his hips. Gleefully enjoying the way your face scrunches together, and your nails bite into his shoulders.

He keeps on murmuring his apologies right up until you lock your lips on his. You revel at how he never fails to smile into your kisses, even as you roll your hips upward. You plunge back down quickly, and he breaks your kiss to fall back, slack against the bed.

For once he doesn’t say anything, his emerald eyes greedily watching as you start to ride his cock in short, fast motions. At least, fast by your definition. You hope it’s everything he dreamed. If the way his eyes start to roll around, his body practically buzzing, it has to be at least close.

It’s pretty damn good for you too. The drag of his cock between your tender walls, the way he’s so happy to let you fuck yourself on him, to take whatever you need from his body, all the while watching you with nothing but lust-riddled adoration.

“Fuck. Wally. You’re driving me crazy.” You confess.

“He’s not doing anything.” Dick mutters, and you swear you’ve heard him mutter something akin already today.

But Wally appreciates your compliment. Confidently he weaves his hands behind his head, puffing up his chest as he turns to Dick. “Watch this.” He winks.

You nearly double over as his shaft begins to vibrate. It’s like your pussy takes over your body and you immediately sink lower onto him, trying to take him as deep as you can. Not a care in your mind as you keep calling his name, and desperately sway your hips in circles, enjoying the stimulation.

“Don’t stop now, babe.” Wally encourages, his voice shaking in time with the way his body pulsates, but it remains thick with fervour.

“That’s it, oh yeah.” He keeps going, holding your hands as you will yourself to keep sliding up and down the length of his cock. “Gee, you're so beautiful.”

The worship doesn't stop, his mouth moving just as fast as the rest of his body.

“Feels good right?” He asks keenly when your short breaths and slow riding turn loud and erratic. “You gonna cum again?”

You swear the moment a strained 'yes' leaves your mouth, the pressure stroking your inner walls multiplies tenfold, and it makes your muscles strain beyond use. “Feels so fucking good.” You can’t function. Luckily you don’t have to.

Wally takes you through it from beneath your trembling legs; rapidly thrusting up into your needy cunt and driving his thumb onto your clit until you buckle, toppling onto his chest as your orgasm pulls at your core.

“Man, she really milks it, doesn’t she?” His other hand wraps around your ass cheek, using the leverage to keep you bouncing just a little, easing his movements as rides out every last shockwave.

“Greedy is what she is.” Dick answers. “Give her a minute, she’ll be wanting more.”

He isn’t wrong. He rarely is.

At no point does Wally stop pumping into your oversensitive pussy or rubbing at your tender, swollen bud. It doesn’t take long until your walls start to pull tight around his cock, aching and begging for another climax.

“Oh, Wally~” You mumble into his shoulder, griping his biceps to support your heavy bones as you sit up once more. 

Your movements are sloppy, eyes only half focused, but you’re determined to find a rhythm. The moment you fall into one, however, Wally cries out, arching his back into the mattress and slapping your ass repeatedly in fast, desperate motions.

“Stop! Stop stop stop.” As soon as his words register in your brain, you pull away from him, reeling back completely, but he chases after you, ensuring his cock doesn’t leave the refuge of your warm, wet pussy for even a second.

“Are you okay?” You ask, confused and still half-dazed from having cum twice. Already enjoying the way his cock fills you in all the right places from this new angle; your back against the bed, hips inclined upward and legs around his waist. You don’t recall folding them around him, he must have done that for you.

“Yeah, I’m doing great, don’t you worry.” Wally reassures you, fingers in your hair, nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck. Already snapping his hips at a speed far beyond any normal human capabilities. “You make me feel so good. Such a tight. Sweet. Wet. Cunt.”

He’s telling you.

“So close.” He huffs through his teeth. “Can’t. Not yet. Wanna make it last.”

“I’m surprised you don’t want to finish in her mouth.” From this angle, you can’t see Dick as he chips in. But the sound of his voice makes you lightheaded, makes you wish he was more involved in the action. “I thought you’d be all over that.”

Wally comes to a complete standstill in t-minus 0.5 seconds, blankly staring into your eyes for what seems like an eternity before eventually turning to Dick, wide-eyed and fervid. Ignoring the way you desperately wither on his cock for any modicum of friction. “I can do that?”

“Yeah. She loves it. Goes fucking gaga over it. Don’t you pretty girl?” Dick answers for you. “It’s what I’m gonna do when you’re done with her.”  

“Yeah…” It’s true. The thought of Wally and Dick both spilling their load all over your waiting tongue would make you weak at the knees if they weren’t already jelly and you would never begrudge Wally the chance if it’s what he wants. But selfishly you want him so badly to keep fucking you. To take you over the edge on last time. So, with the roundest, wettest, most pleading eyes you can muster, you whisper; “but your cock feels so good, Wally. Please don't stop fucking me yet.”

Pride wells in his eyes as he looks down at you once more.

“What did I tell ya? Drunk on speedster cock already, huh?” Steadily he begins to buck into you once more. He’s slow and guarded, like he’s trying to hold back. “Even though it is my gift… Just one more, yeah?”

Absent-mindedly you brush your fingers through his fair, silently rewarding him for giving you what you want, admiring the way it makes his features soften, until the sound of Dick’s voice makes you both jump.

“Push over.” He jeers light-heartedly, but his grip is anything but as he grabs your arms and pulls you until your head hangs from the side of the bed. At no point does the feel of Wally’s cock dragging and pulsating deep with your walls falter, he follows close behind and pays Dick no mind as he continues to scold the pair of you. “Told you, if you’re too nice she’ll walk all over you.”

You on the other hand can’t take your glassy eyes off him. He’s the only one of you that’s still clothed, but for his pants which are now around his knees. His full length just inches from your face. You don’t realise your itching toward it, mouth open until he halts you by sticking two of his long fingers into your maw.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Dick asks, and Wally only shakes his head before slinking his face into your bosom. For a moment, Dick retracts his digits, using both hands to hold your tits closer together so that Wally can really rub his cheeks between them.

“Not at all.” Wally confirms, voice muffled by the fat of your breasts. You can’t even laugh, too weak from Wally’s cock, too eager for Dick. Even if you could, you don’t have the time. The moment he gets the go-ahead, Dick re-busies his hands, cupping your cheek and bringing his tip to your waiting lips.

Wally, seemingly determined to drag this out as long as possible, continues to fuck into your pussy agonizingly slow. He’s practically edging you at this point. Driving into you at the perfect pace to keep you wanting more without ever bringing you any closer to climax.

Dick has no such reservations. He’s already close, you can tell by the way he immediately begins to pant and clench as he drills his cock to the back of your throat, uncaring as to how you sputter and cough around him. He knows you can take it.

“Shh. You’re doing so well.” He praises when you grab onto the comforter, white-knuckling it as your body starts to jerk, desperate for air. His hand quickly relocates to your throat, pinning you back to the bed and practically jerking himself off through the flesh of your neck. “That’s my good girl.”

“Oh fuck. She’s clenching on it.” Wally's grip on you tightens, his pace growing faster but uneven. “Shit, that’s amazing, don’t stop.”

The tipping point comes when you feel the salty thickness of Dick’s release hit the back of your throat. If you could eat your words, you would. You’d practically begged Wally to get you off one last time but now that it’s rippling through you, you’re starting to ache, in and out. The bittersweet, joint-curling, body throbbing ache that feels so unbearably good. The sharp, salty taste of Dick filling your mouth only intensifies your pleasure. 

Dicks legs buckle as he finished, but he’s careful not to force his weight onto any more than he has been, and when he’s done, he releases his grip on your neck in favour of elevating your head, making sure Wally gets a good look at your blissed-out face and cum filled mouth. You haven’t swallowed yet, to gone to remember that Dick isn’t calling the shots tonight, so you don’t have to follow his rule of not swallowing until told.

“Look at that.” He muses in awe. “Told you, she fucking loves it.”

“I can see that.” Wally replies, but his eyes are on you. “You’re a pretty cum whore, ain’t you? You want some more?”

You nod awestruck at his words, you really hadn’t expected Wally to call you a whore, especially after he’d spent the night praising you so heavily. It does something funny to your body, making you feel light and tingly all over again, your pussy clenches around nothing. Wally has already disposed of his condom and made his way to your mouth. You sputter around the sudden intuition as he starts fucking Dicks cum deep into the back of your throat.

Dicks hold on your head prevents you from moving, but Wally doesn’t take long. Could be a just a couple of strokes, could be a hundred, it’s hard to tell through your naked, human eyes, he’s moving so fast it’s a blur, whatever he’s mumbling drones into a strange hum that vibrates through your body and then there’s a second, hot, thick load seeping down your throat.

As soon as you can, you swallow everything, instinctively looking at Dick for approval. He smiles back at you, that sly, proud smile he gives you almost every night that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

“Did you have fun, baby?”

“Oh, hell yeah!” Before you can speak, Wally interrupts. He’s strewn out across the bed beside you, smiling to himself like the cat that got the cream until his eyes flicker between you and Dick. “Oh, you mean her. Haha. Sorry.”

“I did, lots of fun.” You confer, scooting closer to Wally who is more than happy to take you into his arms, connecting his lips to your abused neck in seconds to plant soft, soothing kisses on your aching skin, unaware of how you reach your arms out to you boyfriend until he pulls up his trousers, climbs on the bed beside you both and settles on his side, not until Dick responds.

“Don’t you wanna get cleaned up?”

“Not yet.” You tug at him, pulling him closer until you're comfortably sandwiched between them both. Wally had taken it out of you, your body feels liquefied, and your eye lids are growing heavy. All you want to lay still in their company until you can find your baring and muster some energy. “Just want to cuddle for now.”

“Okay.” He replies hesitantly, occupying himself by checking your wrists, ensuring there are no bumps or bruises from your bindings. “But I don’t want Wally getting much more comfortable.”

“Hey! This is my bed.” Wally snaps back petulantly.

“If you don’t like it you can leave.” He only spares Dick a glance long enough to emphasise that he’s teasing before he turns back to you. “You can stay though.”

They go back and forth, play fighting for a long while, teasing threats and questions of a second round are bounced around, but you’re too tired to keep track. After a while their hands still, but stay gently fixed on your body as you’re lulled to sleep, relaxed and contented, long before Wally reminds Dick that his birthday is coming up soon.

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hiiiii ♡ would be able to write something where reader is Jason Todd's girlfriend, friends to lovers situation so they've known each other a long time but she doesn't know about any of the vigilante stuff, And one day she's late making her way back to thier apartment but Jason is also making his way home but he's still in all the Redhood gear and reader bumps into him and is absolutely terrified out of her mind like just in complete terror of him. And she runs home and locks the doors and the windows and is a little shaken up. Jason finally arrives home obviously not as redhood lol And anyway he has to comfort her and just how would he react knowing that he scared the shit out of her and that she's this much afraid of redhood

Hi!! Of course! This is my first Jason Todd request and I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart!! I love him so much and this is an incredible idea. I added my own spin to the ending, but I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!🤍

Warnings: angst, fluff, Dick Grayson is nosy

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

A/N: This isn't a specific adaptation/characterization of Jason Todd, but I do mention that he's built like a brick wall, so it's probably not Titans!Jason. The gif fit, though, so. If anyone has more Jason Todd requests, please send them!

PART 2 - Love, The Man Under the Hood >

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The Man Under the Hood

“Are you going to tell her?” Dick asks, raising his gloved hand for Jason to hit.

“I don’t know,” Jason grunts between punches.

“She stayed through everything else.”

“We were friends then, it was different.”

Dick drops his hands, and Jason sighs, lowering his guard. Jason raises his eyebrows, preparing for one of Dick’s infamous lectures.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do,” Dick begins before laughing at Jason’s surprised look. “I’m really not, but you’ve known her for a very long time. Just, don’t wait too long, because then it just looks like you don’t trust her.”

“It was different for you. Nightwing wasn’t feared. Telling her that I’m Red Hood tells her that I’ve done things that- that most people never consider.”

“She loves you. As you make the decision, just remember that.”

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Growing up in Gotham and playing in the streets (even when you shouldn’t have) introduced you to Jason Todd very early. He quickly became your friend, and when you lost him, you were finally ready to admit you loved him. But it was too late. The feelings that you were trying to navigate multiplied tenfold, and every time you pass his grave, they come back to the surface.

The cemetery is on your way home, and sometimes you can’t help but walk in. You can navigate to his headstone with your eyes closed, and everything else drifts away as you stare at his name.

“There’s a joke about the morbidity of this somewhere, I just know it."

Two large hands land on your waist, turning you around and pulling you into a kiss that takes your breath away. Breaking the kiss, you wonder what life would be like if Jason had never disappeared.

“Sorry,” you murmur. Kissing Jason is new and still catches you off guard, like you’re dreaming.

“Don’t apologize,” Jason whispers, brushing his fingers across your cheekbone. “Of all the places to hang out,” he adds with a bright smile.

“Why didn’t Bruce get it taken down?”

Jason shrugs. “The reminder? The idea that something else could happen. I really don’t know,” Jason half lies. He isn’t ready to tell you that he really did die and is happy to let you think it was just a ransom kidnapping gone wrong.

“What?” you ask, pressing your palms against his chest. “You disappeared into that pretty head again.”

“I’m just glad we’re finally more than friends,” Jason says, pressing his lips to yours.

“Me too,” you reply against his lips.

You’ve been friends much longer than lovers, so spending time together is not new, but being able to touch, kiss, and tell him what you feel is. While you think about how much you like the newness, Jason struggles to decide when or if to expose who he is.

He trusts you; he does, but he doesn’t want to scare you away or put a target on your back. Nightmares about you finding out and leaving while he’s gone plagued him for months after returning to Gotham and seeing you again. 

“Do you have to go back to the manor yet?”

Jason shakes his head, looping an arm around your shoulders. “You’re stuck with me for a few more hours.”

“Oh no.”

Jason pulls you against his side, smiling as he kisses the top of your head.

Not yet, he decides. Not never, just not yet.

✯✯✯✯✯

Jason feels Dick’s eyes on the side of his mask, a distorted sigh leaking out.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“You didn’t tell her,” Dick – Nightwing – accuses.

“We’re kinda in the middle of something here, Wing.”

“They can wait. Right, criminals?” Dick asks over his shoulder.

“Sure,” one of them answers, a batarang through his jacket keeping him stuck to an alley wall. “Take your time.”

Dick raises his hands to ask, “Why?”

“I thought you weren’t going to tell me what to do,” Jason sighs.

“Changed my mind. Look, I obviously understand the purpose of secret identities, but you love her, and she deserves to know.”

“You haven’t told your girl?” the thief asks. “Why not?”

“Shut up,” Jason growls through the hood.

“What are you really scared of?” Dick whispers before turning away.

Jason and Dick leave the criminal in the alley when police sirens approach, finding a rooftop to wait on. Gotham is never quiet for long, and breaks on patrol are few and far between.

“I’m going to tell her,” Dick announces. “Not about you. About me. Maybe that will convince you.”

“Don’t.”

“Jaybird.”

“Don’t ‘Jaybird’ me, Dick,” Jason argues, standing and pacing. “You don’t understand what I’m dealing with here. You tell Babs you’re Nightwing and she says, ‘Oh, wow, thanks for keeping us safe.’ I tell the woman that I love that I’m Red Hood and her first thought is the duffel bag fiasco, or the suicide spike at Arkham, nothing about me being a savior.”

“Everyone in Gotham knows that you’re not like that anymore. Besides, knowing that you did something bad isn’t a make-or-break situation.”

“Begging for forgiveness won’t do much if she leaves while I’m on patrol.”

Dick tilts his head toward Jason. “You’ve thought about this.”

Jason flexes his arms as he links his hands behind his neck. “Every time I consider doing it, I have a nightmare about her leaving.”

“You’re letting a nightmare control you, Jay.”

“Just- give me a little time, Dick. I can protect her from everything without telling her. Me included.”

“What if she doesn’t want to be protected from you? What if she wants you as you are?”

✯✯✯✯✯

Jason can’t remember the last time he was this tired after patrol. Damian had too much sugar or something and drug Jason all over Gotham. He needs to see you, and as Red Hood makes his way through the streets of Gotham, Jason keeps his mind on you, prepared to ditch the helmet and hold you until he can’t anymore.

Meanwhile, you’re walking home from work. Jason likes to be on the phone with you while you walk alone, but it’s late, and he’s probably at a family dinner. Looking down at your phone, you have a short message from him, but before you read it, you walk into what feels like a brick wall.

Gloved hands grip your biceps to keep you upright, and when you look up, you see the infamous Red Hood looming over you. Your mind wavers between fight and flight as you try not to scream, leaning away with wide eyes. You swallow harshly, and the eye slits of the mask fix themselves on your face.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You flinch back at the sound of his voice, and his hands immediately fall away from you. Falling back, you catch yourself on your hands and scoot backward, terrified of what he’ll do to you. Red Hood has been working with the bats and birds, but the memory of what he was like before still looms over Gotham like the rain clouds that never dissipate.

He steps back, moving his hand toward his belt, and you gasp, freezing where you are.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, standing slowly. “Please don’t hurt me.”

It’s Red Hood’s turn to freeze, and unknown to you, Jason is falling apart under the mask. The pure terror in your eyes is the exact thing he’s been trying to keep you from.

“It’s okay, it’s my fault,” he rushes to say, leaving his hands where you can see them. “I’m not going to touch you.”

You nod slowly, moving backward as you clearly don’t believe him. Once you reach the corner, you turn and run. If he wanted to follow you, he could do so with no problem, but you don’t spare a glance over your shoulder as you run as fast as you can toward your home.

Jason’s shoulders drop as he watches you run, beating himself up for everything: for not telling you, for scaring you, and for putting you in this position. He can’t tell you now; he missed his chance, and there’s no way you’ll want him. His nightmare is coming to life around him, and he can’t wake up.

Your phone is lying on the ground, and Jason stoops to pick it up, slipping it into his pocket. Maybe you’ll still want to see Jason tonight. If someone like him can be so lucky.

✯✯✯✯✯

Your keys slip from your fingers several times as you struggle to unlock your door. Panting and blinking quickly to keep your tears from falling, you finally open the door, and once you're inside, slam it behind you and lock all three deadbolts.

Leaning against the door, you slide down it and hug yourself, wishing you had picked up your phone. You want to call Jason; you need him, but hopefully, he’ll come over when he can.

Something flies past your window, and you leap to your feet, walking through every room to ensure all the windows are locked. 

✯✯✯✯✯

Jason takes his time following you. He can move quickly, especially for a guy his size, but after seeing how you looked at Red Hood, at him, he’s more than happy to go a little slower. Taking the long way, he drops his stuff off at his place, keeping your phone in his pocket.

As he walks, he wonders what to say or do to convince you to stay. Sure, you were terrified of Red Hood, not Jason Todd, but the two are not mutually exclusive and never will be. Part of him wants to take Dick’s advice and tell you, but the idea of it not working (or ending like he thinks he will) makes the decision impossible.

He takes a deep breath before knocking on your door, and when there’s no answer or footsteps inside, he hits the door again, saying your name.

“It’s me,” he adds.

Your footsteps sound before three deadbolts click. Opening the door, you move into the hallway to hug Jason tightly. He returns the hug, pulling you up against him as he carries you inside and closes the door behind him. Flipping all the deadbolts, he knows he can keep you safer than they ever could, but that requires trust. Trust from you and from him.

As you cling to him, his heart is torn between leaving you before he scares you again or comforting you all night. When you adjust your grip on him, pressing your cheek against his pec just above your heart, Jason decides to stay. 

If she’s this afraid of Red Hood, what will she do when she finds out who he is? Jason wonders.

Pushing the thoughts away, Jason holds you close, rubbing his hand up and down your back while the other rests against your hip. The weight of his arms against you is comforting, and you focus on his heartbeat and the sound of his voice.

“You’re alright,” he whispers, his voice rough. “Take a few deep breaths.”

You do as he says, attempting to match your breaths to his. It takes several minutes, but your heart rate slows as your breath evens out.

“Thank you,” you say, moving your chin against his chest to look up at him.

He smiles, though his lips stay together, and it’s not as big as usual, running a hand over your hair.

“Can I- can I talk to you about what happened?” you ask, leaning into his touch.

He nods, and something akin to dread flashes through his eyes. You write it off as nervousness that you were hurt or threatened, which wouldn’t be unbelievable in Gotham.

“I was walking home, I got off late but didn’t want to call you and bother you.”

Jason wonders how different things would be if you had called, but rather than interrupting, he nods to acknowledge he’s listening.

“Then I turned into an alley, and I bumped into Red Hood. And, I mean, I know he’s not the same as when he first arrived in Gotham.”

Hope blooms in Jason’s chest at your words.

“He works with Batman, and Nightwing, and the rest of them, and they’re good. I’ve heard from my coworkers who live in the Hill that he’s making a difference, for good, but,” you trail off, looking away from Jason as you shatter his hope that you see a different side of Red Hood. 

“But what?” he asks quietly.

You shrug, and Jason takes the opportunity to move. He pulls you with him as he sits up, tugging you into his lap as you look up at him. His arms wrap around your waist as his fingers brush up and down against your side.

“I think the reason he scared me so much is that there’s no way to tell what he’s thinking. The rest of them, you can see part of their face, but he hides everything. And he’s just so big, I looked up and felt so small that I knew if he wanted to hurt me, he could.”

He would never hurt you, Jason thinks.

“I guess I didn’t like being in that position where I knew he could do anything but had no way of knowing if he would.”

Jason leans back toward the back of the couch. The fear that you’re expressing is based on reasons that apply to him, the man under the mask.

“You got scared because he’s so big? And unreadable?” Jason clarifies, applying the adjectives to himself.

Your eyes are fixed on him, dropping to his shoulders and waist quickly, looking at his build (and noticing the shape of a phone in his pocket, aware that he set his to the side to hold you) before you hum. “Kinda like you,” you muse quietly.

Jason’s brows furrow, and you move your arms, causing Jason to drop one arm to his side.

You watch his movement, then look into his eyes. You lean toward him and smile, cocking your head as you ask, “But you can protect me. Right, red?”

[mixingandmelting]

Hii,

I'm not sure if your requests are open but I wanted to ask you if you could write a Dick Grayson x reader one where the reader is the daughter of one of Bruce's business partners and they meet at some sort of charity gala and he's instantly smitten with her.

Feel free to ignore this if you have too much to do.

Thanks ❤️

Witty, charming, and someone who matches his humor. He didn’t think he’d hit the jackpot tonight. Initially he had simply wanted to keep you company after seeing you all alone at your table. He expected either shy and sheltered or spoiled and flirty.

“A table for one at a gala?”

“What do you mean? Can’t you see I’m actually with three others?”

“Oh really? And they are…?”

“Me, myself and I.”

It comes with a pleasant surprise how the roles reverse and it’s him getting entertained by you. He lost track of how long he stayed at your table, unable to stop himself from chatting with you. You’re where the party’s at in this boring event and it confuses him how no one else has attempted to strike up a conversation with you for this long. Not that he’s complaining; he’s plenty satisfied to have you to himself. Your jokes draw genuine laughter from him while your laughter is just as infectious. The way your eyes sparkle and crinkle as you do- he rests his head onto his hand, admiring it and not wanting it to disappear. He can’t get enough. 

There’s no barrier or rich people’s behavior seen despite you introducing yourself as the daughter of one of Bruce’s many business partners and him as Bruce Wayne’s adoptive son not too long ago. Not even an hour in and you both are acting as friends that haven’t seen each other in ages. Perhaps even more if he plays his cards right tonight. Take you out for a nice walk. Grab something to eat. If you’re into it, watch a movie. All of the ideas that come from him jesting about rich people never imagining or having no knowledge of what the common people do for fun only for you to snort about how else were you to learn to talk and behave like them then. 

“Earth to Dick?”

Oops. He flushes under the smirk that dances on your lips, caught red-handed for day-dreaming his date with you. Not that you’d know the last part, but still.

“Am I starting to bore you yet?”

Yet? This whole time you were trying to get rid of him? The grin you give as you take a sip of whatever’s in your flute tells him otherwise. Returning one of his own, he’s about to respond before someone behind him calls your name. 

Turning around are your parents, walking side-by-side with none other than Bruce who raises an eyebrow at him. Ugh. Great. He most definitely won’t hear the end of this one. Looking back at you, he catches a spark of wistfulness in your eyes that quickly disappears as you give him one last smile. 

“Seems like that’s my cue.”

“Wait.” He’s conscious with his grip on your arm, gentle yet firm to grab your attention. “If you’re into it, mind giving me your number and we can hang out later?”

You bite your lip when you’re thinking. Good to know; definitely something that won’t leave his mind for a while. He tries not to show how giddy he is when you extend your phone out towards him. Giving him a tiny wave, you leave while telling him you would text him. The rest of the night goes uneventful as he mingles with others, half paying attention to what they say as he continues to think about you. Others including his family who wouldn’t stop giving him crap. 

It’s once he reaches back to his place and comes out of the showers, he gets a text. Drying his hair with a towel in one hand, he looks to see your name with a sunglasses emoji under your number. His heart somersaults and he fist pumps the air. He can regret not sleeping tomorrow morning, for now all he wants is to talk to you and make the date between you and him a reality.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Finally reading "Under the Red Hood" for my story, Dick Grayson V Gotham and some notes about what exactly happens here:

Jason's helmet really is a whole ass red circle with eyes, isn't it.

There's constant internal monologue about how much Batman cares about his kids. From Alfred and from Batman.

There's a whole ass woman who I have never seen referenced before called Onyx? Who's apparently the "only other hero allowed in the whole of gotham... other than catwoman".

Bruce recognizing Jason just based on how he fights and plans is beautiful, even if bruce doesn't believe it yet.

Superman's over here flirting with Bruce, going "we could have gotten tickets to the theater if you'd called ahead 😘😘" while bruce is traveling all over the world to figure out if his baby boy might be back from the dead.

Lowkey sad that Jason doesn't have the skunk stripe. I know it was fanon that occasionally became canon, but I still like it.

Wow, this Robin!Jason flashback is really giving us good views of the scaly panties, >:P

So, during the flashback, Bruce brings up the idea that Jason has a "mean streak" in comparison to how Dick was. But it's not that Jason was "mean" and Dick "nice"--Dick has a massive temper, even if canon rarely allows him to acknowledge it--but with Dick... Everytime he was Robin, I think he was still in the mindset of "performer". There was a bit more disconnect between him and the criminals of Gotham, because the fights were more like acts. Jason performs too, but he's very personal about it. This is his city, he's taking all these crimes personally and even when he's "performing" it's still Jason Todd, while Dick's Robin is more so a mask. IDK, this is just the vibes I'm picking up.

I really love the panels after Jason blows up the meth lab. The way the colors are... it makes Jason almost look like he's teared up? It's beautiful.

Oh great, Slade's here. No wonder this things so damn long

You know what, Slade? I'm on Black Mask's side here. A nazi and a hyena man? You can find better hired help on Craigslist.

Just finished the fight, and I'm STILL on Black Mask's side. Slade, who the fuck are these losers!?

Yes, Jason baby, kill the nazi!

Jason got them Christmas presents! That's sweet!

Slade, why the FUCK were you here? Did you see Nightwing was in town and go "lol, this'll be funny"?

Black Mask really calling himself Daddy around Jason... wasn't a joke. Huh.

There are some very nice parallels after Jason reveals his identity to Bruce. Bruce was too late to stop Joker's bomb, he was too late to stop the bomb in the meth lab. Bruce was too late to stop his son from getting attacked by a supervillain, but Bruce was faster now, good job! And Bruce never killed his son's killer, and he won't kill Stephanie's killer either. It's like he keeps testing Bruce to see if he really has to go through with his plan with the Joker.

Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if Jason's entire beef with Black Mask was because of his part in Stephanie Brown's death.

...I don't really like the idea of Jason calling himself a zombie after Joker did it.

Jason wiped the smile off his face, goddamn! (And don't think I didn't notice how similar Joker and Jason's laughs are, comic artists. Sure, maybe that's just how cackling laughter was drawn back then, but in literature, that smells like foiling).

...THIS is when Bludhaven gets destroyed!? Really???

Also, what is this depiction of Bludhaven just... being across a river? This feels unreasonably close, why hasn't Gotham just eaten Bludhaven at this point?

IT'S A NUKE???

THEY ARE LOOKING DIRECTLY AT IT, HOW ARE THEIR EYES NOT GETTING BURNT OUT OF THEIR HEADS

I'm just realizing how many explosives there are in this series. Between the bombs the Bats use, and the bombs Jason sets up, and... what happened to bludhaven. That, kids, is what we call a theme!

Bruce really is sympathetic in this. It's subtle, which is good, I don't think anyone would have appreciated the author blaring out "BATMAN IS IN THE RIGHT, HE'S THE BEST GUY, FUCK JASON."

And Jason is getting more and more unhinged as the fight progresses.

You know, it's occurring to me that this all could have been prevented if New Jersey had the death penalty. There's no way Joker could have gotten the insanity plea so many times if they could put him in the ground for good.

...I wonder if Batman votes to reinstate the death penalty?

"But why... why on God's earth--??! Is he still alive!!??" Is just... such a good reveal. Such a good line. No wonder we're all so fixated on this character, omg.

Oh. This is why Jason thinks Batman doesn't love him.

It's the lack of reciprocation. Jason sees "killing the Joker after he killed you" as an act of love. Batman cannot provide that act, so Jason sees that refusal as proof he is unloved.

The funniest Joker's ever been:

Oh, the batarang moment. Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no

I still feel like resurrection via Superboy punching the universe hard is still a cop-out reason why Jason's alive, but the line "Until time decided to set things right." is speaking to me.

Oh god, the buried alive scene is brutal.

Okay, so Jason came back fully sane, he definitely knew what he was doing breaking out of the coffin, but his injuries that were unhealed and getting hit by a fucking car are what caused his catatonic state. He didn't just wake up not all there, that happened because no one was looking out for him.

Okay, so 6 months dead, about a... year in a coma. It says a year for his time catatonic on the streets, then a year with Talia, still catatonic... that's three and a half years, Jason really started being the Red Hood... like what, a few weeks after he got tossed in the Pits?

...I thought the pits were green. They look gold in my version of these comics, is that normal?

EW, WHY'D SHE KISS HIM

Also, there was no brainwashing this boy, Talia literally just said "you remain avenged" and it sent Jason on this whole murder spiral, she didn't do shit

Except kiss him. which, EW

Alright, good night everybody!

[ivysangel]

in an alternate universe partition was written about dick grayson because it's so him i just KNOWWW he'd do that shit!! with his cocky smile and everything 🤭

NONNIE NONNIE NONNIE !!!!!!! saw this ask half asleep while checking my notifs and had to force myself to get some rest instead of answering it bc i got SO excited even in my delirious half asleep state. obviously i'm listening to it rn while writing this, like NONNIE ??? i'm smiling, literally not joking i'm cheesin like a fucking loser. quick ro lore before we get into the GOOD stuff: massive beyoncé stan, MASSIVE partition stan !!!! massive music lover and pop culture fiend too like this might just be my favorite ask ever. anyway.

who said in an alternate universe bc it's definitely this one. i literally ghostwrote the song with dick grayson in mind err? like i do just wanna be the girl he likes (everybody point and laugh). like the song, aside from being about super hot sex, is about being so into your partner that you'll give everything to them, do anything for them, put all this effort into catching their eye as if you don't already have it. 'take all of me i just wanna be the girl you like' (cassie in euphoria s2 is that u?) IS SOOOOOOOOOOO REAL TO ME !!!!! like i would do anything for him. (side note, why am i listening to partition and hearing jay on the bg vocals? like am i going insane orrr)

(everything under the cut is just smut)

'he popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse/he monica lewinski'd all on my gown' and 'took forty-five minute to get all dressed up and we ain't even gon' make it to this club' ??? oh exactly. you put all this effort into looking good for him, and unlke CASSIE in eufuckingphoria season 2, it works out for you oh my god it does. 'driver roll up the partition please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc...car sex. but you're not going to a club, no it's a wayne enterprises gala and you don't even get there until hours later because you're almost fully naked in the back seat getting dicked down by dick grayson !!

'handprints and footprints on my glass, handprints and good grips all on my ass' ugh real music literally real fucking music. you're straddling him as he manspreads, cock buried in you, and your fingernails are digging into the black leather seats. his ties been loosened, shirt opened, and there's red smudged on top of blooming hickeys. the glass is foggy, the only semi clear parts being your handprints from when the pleasure got overwhelming. 'now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged/oh, he so horny yeah, he want to fuck' like it's dick grayson, he'd fuck you into next week on a normal day so ofc he'd do it when you get all dolled up. ofc everyone's wondering when pretty boy grayson's gonna make an appearence in front of the flashing cameras. 'over there i swear, i saw them cameras flash' rolls down the partition just a smidge, to tell the driver to park somewhere private so you're not caught in an extremely compromising position. not that he really cares, everyone already knows he gets play anyways, it's more about your comfortability. tits out and pussy facing the world, on the cover of tmz and shit bc he got just a bit too cocky. no never that.

'cheauffer eavesdroppin' tryin' not to crash' you and the driver both end up getting a tip that night. he's sorry, he really is. but he just couldn't resist you, not when you were dressed like that. your intention was to have amazing mind blowing sex with dick that night but not in the back of a moving car. 'driver roll up the partition, please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc it was just supposed to be some quick head and now his pants are ruined, your dress is torn, hair messed up on both ends, and the amount of hickeys between the both of you is concerning.

you'd do it all again tho, and he knows you would. shit, he would too !!! and that's so evident in the way he teases you for the next few weeks about it. asking if he should take the dress to the dry cleaners knowing it looks like you'd been in a fight, suggesting you wear the lipstick shade from that night, asking if you need a cheauffer anytime you have to go anywhere, and giving you knowing looks everytime someone asks why you guys showed up at the gala over an hour late. "wardrobe malfunction and car trouble." he says with a smile. it looks normal to whoever you're talking to but you know it holds a level of cockiness that is so completely unfathomable, a level of cockiness he only gets when he fucks you.

(got a little carried away nonnie my b. ughh how i love a good lyrical breakdown, even out of order lol. seriously, this made my day. literally woke up and got straight to it. did not proofread this bc i...just woke up lmao)

[haveihitanerve]

These Aren't Guards-

“Bruce? Your phone is ringing.” Dick Grayson called, not bothering to move from his place on the couch. Bruce sighed, but ambled downstairs, picking up the phone. “Yello?” he asked, pressing the phone to his ear. “Now?” dick frowned, setting his own phone down and glancing over. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes. yes of course ill be there in a bit.” he sighed, hanging up. “Dad? Everything alright?” DIck asked in concern. Bruce waved him off. “Clark called. Theres a League meeting. Lantern needs some help with these-” he waved a hand, trying to find the words. “This other alien species i guess, and the other Lanterns are refusing to help because its not technically a threat. yet.” Dick frowned. “Huh. need backup?” Bruce cocked his head. “You don't have anything better to be doing?” Dick shrugged. “Not today not really no.” Bruce shrugged. “Okay. You’re welcome to join me if you wish chum. At least then the meeting wont be a complete waste of time.” Dick laughed and stood, following his father down the stairs to the Batcave. “Hey B. Dickwad.” Jason greeted, sitting on the table, cleaning his guns. “Is that my rag-?” bruce groaned. “You know what? I don't even care anymore.” Jason grinned, dropping the rag, and whispered in a staged voice. “I finally win.” Bruce rolled his eyes, moving to his suit ti get changed. “Woah whats going on here? A daytime patrol? I thought we have duke for that.” Dick laughed. “We do. B has a League meeting and i volunteered to come along.” Jason jumped off the table. “Wait- for reals? I wanna come.” Bruce arched a brow, slipping on his suit. “You do?” Jason nodded. “Hell yeah. I haven't been up there since i was robin.” Bruce shrugged. “Alright. Suit up.” Jason grinned. “For real old man?” Bruce shrugged. “The meetings probably going to go in circles for a while, useless bickering, getting nowhere and achieving nothing, if you want to provide me with some entertainment while we’re there, then by all means.” Jason laughed. “Bet.” They suited up quickly and Bruce led the way to the zeta tube. “Jason, you made a fair point. Neither one of us has been up there since we were last robin. And most of the heroes don't know us.” Jason grinned as Bruce groaned. “Oh this is gonna be fun.” 

“I called Batman, he should be here shortly.” Superman informed the other few members of the justice league that had arrived at Lanterns call. Wonder Woman nodded. “Good. then we can begin-” “they just showed up in the tube.” Flash informed them. “They?” Lantern asked, walking over. Barry frowned, but nodded. “Yeah. They.” The other JL members frowned, leaning over to see the monitor and what Barry was looking at. To their surprise, Batman was accompanied by two other men, both around his height, flanking him. “Is there a new bounty on Bats head we don't know about?” Green Arrow joked. “Whats he need bodyguards for?” The others shrugged. Before they could discuss it further the doors slid open and Batman walked in. “Is everyone here?” he asked without greeting. (although technically that was his greeting) “Yes. We can begin.” Superman nodded, and his eyes drifted behind him questioningly. Batman ignored all of their inquiring looks and took his seat, the two men taking their places behind him. “Um, we can get more chairs, for your um, guests.” Diana offered. Batman shook his head. “They'll stand. Its fine. Lets begin shall we?” The JL exchanged glances, but shrugged. 

“My legs hurt.” Jason murmured into the comm. Dick huffed a laugh. “Shut up jason.” he muttered. “Code names dickie.” Jason twittered back, his moving lips hidden by his red hood. (who'da thunk it) “Not super necessary.” Bruce murmured, without moving his lips. “I've designed all of our comms to be unhackable, and managed to make it so Clark can’t hear us through them.” Jason raised his eyebrows, though neither of his companions could actually see that. “Impressive daddio.” Bruce fought hard not to roll his eyes and settled instead on casually flicking his leg. Jason smirked. “Both of you focus.” Dick hissed at them, but they could hear the smile in his voice. He was enjoying being here. And, bruce found in spite of himself, he was enjoying himself too. It had been far too long since he had brought his kids with him on League things, for good reason, but seeing as he shared everything League related with them anyways, and meetings rarely ever had direct danger, there really wasn't any reason not to bring them more often. “What do you think Bats?” Oliver asked, his hand landing on Bruces shoulder. Bruce felt rather than saw Dick and Jasons contempt for the action, so much so that he truly didn't know how he felt about the casual touch. Jason stepped forward and in one move had wrenched Olivers hand back, pushing him away. “Back. off.” he snarled. Dick was at his side, none of the Nightwing ease in his stance, no easy smile. No, it was all Jason, Red Hoods anger seeping into his posture, making him glower rather than grin. “Okay.” Oliver lifted his hands in surrender, taking a ste back. “Geez.” he added. “I just wanted to know what you thought Bats. You didn't need to sic your dogs on me.” “birds.” Bruce muttered. He felt Jason's anger flicker slightly. He had amused his second son. Bruce fought his grin. “Its a solid plan.” he admitted. “I think if you use Superman instead it would go over better though. He has the reputation as Earths defender. That will earn him respect.” the others nodded. “Okay. So its settled? Kal will fly out with Lantern?” The league all murmured their agreement. “Good. Then i hereby declare this meeting adjourned.” Bruce stood, and Dick and Jason backed up a few steps, allowing him to move away from the table. “Is that all?” he asked. The others nodded, watching him and his birds with curious eyes. “Good. Ill see you at the next meeting.” He turned for the door, Jason and Dick falling into step behind him, when Barry spoke. “You know we’d protect you Bats. You didn't need to bring your own guards.” Bruce could feel Dick and Jason's glee. He fought his own smile, turning back. “Guards?” he frowned, looking at Jason, then Dick. “oh. These aren't my guards.” he smiled, knowing how unnerved it made the others. “These are my kids.”

[hanluex]

♡ MARRY ME — DICK GRAYSON

bf!dick x reader | wc : 0.6k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, comedy, fluff, proposal au, mentions of petnames

it was the perfect day to propose.

the sun was shining; the birds were chirping, and you were absolutely sure of your feelings for your boyfriend.

you and dick had been dating for almost five years, and even though you knew you two were still young (at heart, at least), you wanted to propose.

it was just a proposal, after all. you weren't asking to get married that second. maybe in a year, or two … or ten. 

"you've brought me to the woods," dick claimed, smiling teasingly. "are you going to kill me?"

you laughed, shaking your head. dick has always been the clueless one in your relationship, and it was no surprise how oblivious he was now, too.

you'd been hinting about proposals for the past few weeks, and he never caught on to the hints, always focusing on something else.

it was no surprise to you, really. 

this was the exact guy who was surprised when you asked him to be your boyfriend because he thought you guys were always dating.

yep, oblivious and clueless indeed.

"i wouldn't kill you now," you joked. "maybe after we are married, so i can claim your life insurance."

dick chuckled. "ah, so i am being killed," he stated. "just not now." he intertwined your hands, swinging them as you two walked.

a massive hint, yet the man remained clueless.

the two of you finally got towards a clearing in the woods, overlooking the little town you two grew up in.

it was quite a sentimental moment for you as you took in the view, realizing you had come so far with dick and were about to take the next biggest step in both your lives.

"richie, the reason i brought you here today," you paused, taking a breath to calm yourself, "is because i wanted to ask you something."

dick turned away from the view to look at you, an oblivious smile on his face. 

"the location and view seem romantic," he stated, “are you going to propose, y/n?"

you could tell he was trying to tease you with the way he smiled, but not getting a response from you gave away that it was indeed the reason you had brought him there.

"wait … you are not saying no."

"i am not."

"oh, fuck." dick had a look of horror on his face as he realized he had just ruined the surprise for himself. "no, i ruined it! do it again!"

you chuckled, amused by your boyfriend's reactions. "babe, it's fine–" you tried to console him, but he was already pacing around.

"no, no, no." he shook his head, adamant. "you are gonna tell me you have to ask me something again, and i will not jump to conclusions and let you ask the question."

"dick, it's–"

the brunet was already running away, hiding behind a tree as he attempted to fix the proposal he just messed up.

"babe, what are you doing?"

"restarting!" he yelled from behind the tree. "now, call me out, and let's start from the top."

you smiled, knowing then and there that you were making the best decision of your life. 

of course, you wanted to marry richard grayson. how could you not?

"hey, richie. i wanted to ask you something." you played along, stifling your giggles as you watched him peek his head from behind the tree.

his cherry red ears didn't go unnoticed as he looked at you, making it harder for you not to laugh. "yeah, babe. what's up?" he asked, trying to be as nonchalant as he could.

just like you had planned, you held onto your boyfriend's hands before kneeling on the ground. smiling as you looked into his eyes, you asked the question he already knew was coming.

"would you do me the greatest honor and marry me, richard john grayson?"

the brunet smiled brightly, tears glistening in his eyes as he nodded. "of course, i will. you redid an entire proposal for me after all," he said, pulling you up towards him. "how could i ever say no?" 

yep, it was indeed the perfect day to propose.

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[robjn93]

hi! ^_^

i was wondering if you could help me get into dc comics! i’ve always leaned more towards the movies/shows, video games, and fanon content.

if you have any reading guides at your disposal, i’d really appreciate them! even just naming a few starter comics would be cool.

i hope you don’t mind me asking this of you! i discovered your acc on tiktok and your edits made me wanna get more into the comics when i was formerly disinterested. your characterization takes are also pretty spot on!! :D

thank yew

IM GONNA CRY AND PUKE THANK YOU OMG getting into dc is not difficult but its also pretty challenging depending on which era you wanna read and which family you wanna get into. unfortunately im mainly a batfam-head so i have mostly suggestions about batfamily characters, i hope you wont mind :3

batman: year one is a must in my eyes but i dont see batman: ego advertised nearly as much and it pains me, its a very interesting read on the duality of bruce wayne and batman and an excellent analysis on purpose and motivations

after that, if you wish to continue reading batman related things, i suggest reading about the robins!

batman: year three (batman #436 to #439) serves as a retelling of dick and bruce’s first encounter and its the most used retelling, since it also introduces tim drake but i digress

year ones are your friends! robin: year one and robin/batgirl: year one are stories you should check out but, for the love of christ, keep AWAY from nightwing: year one. i dont know what they were thinking there. if you liked reading these, dick grayson could be the guy for you but, warning i guess, he has lots to read about so make sure to find a good reading guide for him.

after dick quits and becomes nightwing, jason todd is next and luckily the easiest read since he didnt do much except for dying (rip). he is super straight forward, batman: #408 to #425 and detective comics: #568 to #582. a good read for jason and bruce is also batman: the cult!

alas jaybin must die and so here comes a death in the family, batman: #426 to #429. im not a red hood fan personally but batman: under the red hood is kinda a must read. if you liked jason todd, i’m really sorry you’ll never see good writing again

after a death in family, you can read a lonely place of dying when that freak tim drake appears, batman: #440 to #442 alternating with new titans #60 and #61. TOOOOO GOOD. sorry.

tim drake is kinda complicated because the 90s were annoying but you can read detective comics: #618 to #621 and then after batman: #455 to #457 for the important things and him becoming robin most of all. after that the three robin miniseries, robin (1991), robin: the joker’s wild and robin: cry of the huntress are next and finally theres a big one, robin (1993)

if you like tim drake i plan on making a proper reading guide #soon so stay tuned i guess LOL. you cant have tim without stephanie brown, which kinda appears shortly after tim’s initiation as robin. detective comics: #647 to #649 are her origin story, showcase ‘95 #5 is a really underrated stephanie story and then you can just read robin (1993) since she is in there a lot.

i have a stephanie brown reading list ready to be reposted so trust it will be soon! finally damian wayne :3 read batman: son of the demon since its a way better origin for damian over the racist ‘talia is abusive and a r@pist’ morrison retcon.

damian is a really difficult character to get into cause unfortunately most of his stories are racist dogshit but the good stuff is GOOD. robin: son of batman will change your life 5ever. another fun read is robin (2021). to get hooked on daminika.

on the topic of batman’s supporting cast lets go with the batgirls. acknowledged as batgirls, we have barbara gordon tho she is largely more interesting as oracle! i wish you no harm so please don’t read the killing joke, it’s such a lame story and downright misogynistic towards babs.

just let it know that (sigh.) the joker left barbara gordon in a wheelchair. batman: chronicles #5 is genuinely one of the best stories ever, will make you weep and choke and die. after that, birds of prey (1999)’s yuriful antics will charm you.

the current batgirl, cassandra cain, is currently having an ongoing serie! her origin story is in batman: #567 and detective comics: #734. warning: she appears right in the middle of an event called batman: no man’s land so i suggest looking up batman: no man’s land reading guides if its too confusing for context. im really sorry. after that PLEASE read batgirl (2000). too good.

stephanie cheated and managed to be both robin and batgirl so you should read batgirl (2009) which is fairly context-less? or better, they explain most of the context in-comic so it should be fine.

these are the main batfam characters but, throughout reading, you might meet some new and maybe lesser known characters like azrael, huntress, anarky etc. etc.

a read that kinda exists outside all this is also gotham: academy which is quite new reader friendly and genuinely very fun.

hope you have fun :)

[frost-sama-senpai-san]

Hi! I'd like to break down this Batfam piece by David Talaski!

1. Dick vs Jay: Jason is OBVIOUSLY trying to copy Dick just to prove he can, but the attention to detail in the positioning of their bodies is so incredible.

Dick's toes are pointed, creating a straight line down his leg and a very graceful angle all the way down to his hip. He's mirroring this with an open arm, posture relaxed and very comfortable. This is the body of an acrobat. He is doing it, and he makes it look easy, just like Nightwing should.

Jason? Homie is STIFF. He's doing it, ofc, through sheer strength and force of will, but nothing about his body is relaxed. His foot (🐶) is flexed, and arm is actively fighting gravity. CAN he fly through the air ala Dick Grayson? Teeth and butthole clenched, maybe, but my man is a brawler through and through. Red Hood doesn't CARE about how he looks. He gets the job fucking DONE.

Another small detail, Dick's shoulders are bigger, which makes sense since my guy is swinging all around everywhere. On the flip, Jay's thighs are bigger. Again — makes sense, my guy is taking the stairs.

(Jay is wearing a shirt mayhaps bc of his autopsy scars?? Whoooo knows! Dick is shirtless because he's very aware he's Hot Shit????? Also could be who knows)

2. Tim and Steph: This one is so funny to me bc Tim is, obviously, very strong, but he's the smart one. He tricks baddies into hurting THEMSELVES. He's got the musculature to get the job done, but he's not a Brick Shit House like Jay or Bruce. I don't doubt he is fully capable of supporting Steph's weight, but look at his FACE — he is locked the Fuck in. Steph? She's spinning like a ballerina. Again, this is SUCH a good detail that reflects their characterrrrs.

Spoiler? She gets her shit done with a smile on her face. She fights against difficult, impossible odds again and AGAIN, and the WHOLE time, she's cracking jokes, keeping it light. Never letting them see her sweat.

Robin (Red and Drake), does not give a shit!!! About how he comes off!! My guys focuses in and gets the job done!! I'm obsessed with this!!

3. Damian: His ass is not listening!!! I actually really like the choice to put him in a pose all by himself. I don't really remember when this image was created, but we know early in Damian's story, he was unwilling to change himself to better mesh with the ideals of his new family. His whole life has been 100% about him, himself, his development, and his future as the demon's head, and the fated heir to Batman. He has his back to all of them, even if he IS paying attention (the look on his face HAS to be annoyance idc), he isn't going to let them KNOW that. His focus is on his form and his training. Homie has NOT learned how to have fun yet and that's okkkk king your family loves you

Anyways the image fux and David Talaski does not miss ty

[klbwriting]

Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 9: A Little Wild

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: minor violence, angsty af Jason, semi-bad father Bruce Wayne

Summary: Dick blocked YN's number and Jason isn't please

Notes: so this story is turning out longer than I imagined and I'm pretty sure it's going to have a sequel; I know where I'm ending this one but so much is going to remain unresolved that I'm going to need a second part, also I think my favorite thing in this fic is Jason's crush on Annabeth Chase, it makes me laugh every time it comes up

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

— HENRY VIII, ACT 1 SCENE 4

Jason had texted YN that night from the ER and she had said she would talk to him the next day but then she didn’t text him that whole day. He thought maybe she had been scared, worried, annoyed, a plethora of less than flattering thoughts filled his head, but she had never just disappeared on him so at school on Monday, when he wasn’t under the watchful eye of Dick, he tried to text her and found that her number had been blocked and he wasn’t able to unblock it. He held tight to his anger that day, using it for play practice, enough so that the director asked for him to stay after. He didn’t want to, he wanted to get home and punch his brother in the face before demanding he undo the block on YN’s number, but his director had been nothing but kind of supportive to him, so he stayed, keeping the rage locked down, eyes a striking green at the moment.

“How do your eyes do that color changing thing?” she asked him as he sat on the edge of the stage by her. He shrugged; fist clenched at his sides. She could see he wasn’t in the mood for her jokes, so she took a more serious tone. “I appreciate that whatever you are angry about you are using for act five, but you actually punched Matt and that wasn’t great.” Jason nodded, he knew that had been too much, but he honestly thought Matt was lucky it would just be a black eye and not a broken nose. “You want to talk about it, or should I just send you home to glower?”

“My brother is being an ass,” he said, glancing at her to see if she would harp on his language. She just nodded in understanding. “There’s this girl and he doesn’t like me seeing her because of who her dad is. She is great, but he says we don’t actually know her.” Jason didn’t know why his theater director was so easy to talk to, besides his therapist and YN she was the only person who actually seemed to listen to him, and he needed that. He needed someone to see him as he was, not his past or what he could be in the future but who he was right now. Dick didn’t understand that, couldn’t settle on who Jason was in this in-between world. He wasn’t Robin anymore, but he wasn’t whatever was coming next, he was just confused and somewhat lost. She seemed to get that, and she probably saw a lot of kids like him wander through, trying to make sense of their lives, maybe that’s why she always knew what to say.

“Sounds like he has his reasons, they’re not good ones at all, but maybe you should talk to him about those reasons,” she suggested. Jason hung his head, shaking it. “Look, I have seen your file, it’s a very thick packet of papers, they describe a kid who came from a less than happy home life to become a child of one of the richest men in the world. Then you stopped being Jason Todd and because almost a carbon copy of Dick Grayson, your older brother. Bruce Wayne knew what he wanted in a son and you seemed to give that too him for a while. I can’t exactly say what happened after you were expelled from Gotham Magnet Academy, but I know that the fight you got in wasn’t your fault. There was nothing to suggest that you would attack anyone…”

“It was my fault,” he said softly. Jason hated thinking about that day, the day that Bruce had probably given up on him. Sure he had kept him, he was still Robin, but he had been pulled from school, forced into home school, all because Jason had refused to believe he was wrong. Bruce didn’t always know best, Jason was smart despite what his adoptive father thought. He knew that Penguin had an illegitimate son in his school and Jason would prove it, get the kid to talk. He had been a classmate of his in science, quiet, but with a mean streak that even Jason didn’t fully find out about until he found the kid cutting lines onto a girl in an empty classroom. She had broken up with baby Penguin after only dating a month, which in terms of 8th grade relationships, was a long time, and he hadn’t taken it well. Jason had stopped him, saving the girl, who had run out of school that day and never came back, never told anyone why Jason had put that boy in the hospital. Jason had been expelled, that boy had been proven by Bruce to not have any relation to Penguin, just a slight resemblance in how cruel his eyes were, that Jason took as proof. It was the same recklessness that had led Jason to chasing the Joker on his own. Led to him being cornered while Joker beat him to death in that empty funhouse. Jason still wasn’t sure whether Bruce left him to die or not. Jason was a ticking time bomb, maybe Dick was right to block YN from his life. He wouldn’t be any good for her.

“Jason, you were 14, kids get into fights and that kid was bad news if you ask me,” she said. Jason looked at her, how did she know so much? She smiled at him. “You’re a good kid Jason Todd and you’ll be a good man someday if you let yourself heal from whatever trauma you experienced. Right now, you’re holding onto the pain, and its going to take a long time, but you have to let it go and let yourself move past it.” Jason nodded slowly, still curious why his theater teacher knew so much about everything, but he was late, and he knew Dick was still tracking him. He said thanks and departed for home.

Dick was waiting for him when he got back, on the phone, and Jason’s blood ran cold when he heard what the conversation.

“Bruce, I have no idea who that guy in the helmet is,” Dick said, clearly agitated. Jason went up to the loft, pretending to do homework, but listening to every word his brother said. He was guessing the other side of the conversation, but it sounded like Bruce wasn’t easily convinced about Dick’s innocence.

“He used smoke bombs; you can literally buy ten of those in the Narrows for three dollars…”

“What are you talking about? Jason didn’t even like red…”

“Jason is dead Bruce, remember? You left him in the ground to rot…”

Jason still his fake writing, hating the reminder that his father didn’t really want him to be alive, had decided that instead of going to the league, which had paid Joker to be a distraction in Gotham that night, and make them right the wrong they had created he had wanted to leave him be. He heard a deep sigh downstairs.

“I know you’re listening, just come down and we can talk,” Dick called. Jason walked down the stairs, plopping on the couch. “So, I’m guessing you noticed I blocked YN’s number…”

“Ya and I really would like to know why,” Jason asked. Dick sighed again, the sound becoming second nature since Jason had moved in. “She isn’t dangerous, she just wants to be in theater, go to Gotham U, become a teacher. She’s not some greedy villain like her dad.”

“She could be one day though. We’re all just one bad day from being criminals,” Dick said.

“Yes, I know, Bruce and fear toxin showed us that,” Jason said, remembering that day quite well. Bruce had given him a scar across his stomach that until his dip in the Lazarus Pit had been a reminder that the Batman was always one step ahead of them.

“And you’re not exactly in the best place to be dating,” Dick continued. “That’s rich considering that when you thought I was dating some girl in my theater group you were giddy about it,” Jason shot back.

“That’s because when you talked about her I could see it wasn’t serious, you didn’t really have too deep of feelings for whoever you made up…”

“Annabeth, and I love Annabeth, she ever becomes real I am marrying her, Percy be damned,” Jason muttered, folding his arms. Dick ignored him.

“I saw it when I walked in on you and YN the other night, you really do love her. And I’m not watching you become Bruce with Selina,” his big brother finished. Jason paused, thinking back to what he knew of Selina Kyle, Catwoman, and sometimes Bruce’s lover. She had been the only person to make Batman lose his advantage, always getting away, sometimes staying around, but ultimately leaving again. The last time she had been in Gotham Jason was maybe 13 and he just remembered Bruce being upset about her leaving.

“She wasn’t that bad for Bruce,” Jason argued.

“You didn’t see them when they started, all the damage it did to Bruce and to Gotham. I was cleaning up messes for months because Bruce refused to do anything about her. Then she leaves and I’m sure you saw Bruce trying his best, but he was devastated, he was nearly useless. I was patrolling all of Gotham and Bludhaven to make up for his lack of care,” Dick said. “I know Alfred was shielding you from it, guiding you in that time, and I’m glad he did, you didn’t need to see your hero like that. But Jason, I will be damned before I see another criminal take one of us down like that.” Jason shook his head.

“I understand what you’re trying to do Dick but you can’t. You can’t just assume she is like Selina, who at the time all that shit went down, was a hardened criminal with years of built up anger and hate towards the city. YN isn’t like that and you keeping her from me, someone who wants to help her never become that, isn’t going to help,” he argued.

“I won’t risk it Jason, I can’t lose you again,” he said. Jason felt his heart tighten at that. His brother cared about him, he knew that, but how deeply he didn’t think he’d ever know. And maybe Dick was right to keep him away from YN, maybe she would become a criminal, or more likely, Jason would be the one who hurt her. He was reckless still, just like he had been in middle school, with Joker, even at the club the other night. He hadn’t thought things through, and he got lucky no one had been hurt, how often would that happen? What if YN was in the line of fire? What if she was holding the gun? He sat back and shook his head.

“Fine,” he said softly. Maybe he would give it time, see if maybe he just thought he was right again and that this feeling wasn’t what he thought it was.

He kept it up that whole week, but nothing changed. He felt empty when he couldn’t call or message YN, hated going to practice when he knew he wouldn’t be able to send her something stupid Jackson did, or she couldn’t send him stories about how bad her male lead was. He couldn’t tell her how he was lost right now, all the new information about Bruce, the digging into his past, how all of that was making him feel incredibly listless and apathetic. He felt like he’d never care about anything again. Then he left practice on Friday evening and sitting on a bench in the front courtyard was YN, with the seniors stomping right towards her.

[justawriterofstuff]

Red thread

(MDNI, I'm not sure how much smut is going to be in this fanfic or if I'm going to add any of it, but here we go.)

For as long as she could remember, Rose Wilson could see into the future.

It was the worse sensation, as it felt like a heavy blanket being dragged over her face and pressing into her temple as it passed by.

But the young eleven-year-old could begrudgingly say that it was the reason she was able to locate her father, Slade Wilson.

You see, Rose's mother had hidden her away from her father for some reason. She remembered her mother tucking her into bed at five years old and telling her that everything was going to be okay, only if she never crossed paths with her father.

Rose had accepted that, but then there were the times when her mother was brushing her hair, and weeping at Rose's white locks, so similar to the man that must have done some serious damage to her mother.

But then her mother died of a strange illness, leaving Rose into group homes for the next six years of her life.

At that time, Rose's visions began to take action, giving her the worst headaches and migraines. It got to the point where her foster families would ignore her, or walk around her when she would curl up in a tight ball on the ground, and clutching her head.

One night when she went to bed, a vision of the future woke her up. Her biological father, Slade, was heading into town, his target having fled here.

Curious, Rose paid more attention, the pressure behind her skull lessening.

This man couldn't have been her father; in the black and orange getup that he wore with various guns strapped to his person, and waiting out his target on a tall building...he looked like a dangerous killer!

But even so, Rose couldn't deny the similarities they shared; the color of their hair, a white that contrasted against her cinnamon skin, and the crooked bump on their nose.

No wonder Rose's mother hid her from him. Slade was dangerous.

But...that was still her father.

And the homes she was being placed in were no place for a kid to grow up in.

So, she made the adult decision to track down her father.

Surely he would be happy to have his kid back in his life, right?

Slade Wilson knew he screwed up when he saw his twelve-year-old daughter standing before him, her eyeball in her hand.

The eerie part was that she was so still and not making a sound, despite her empty eye socket dripping down with blood.

He stared at her for a bit, before she held up her hand to him, the eye that she had somehow plucked out of her own head.

"Does this prove it, father? Does this prove how loyal I can be to you?" she asked calmly, her white hair braided clumsily down her back, blood stains on her round cheeks.

Since having been found by her in a strange manner (she tracked him down as he had made his way to Gotham), Slade's life has been less than normal.

He has a daughter (confirmed because he took the DNA test, and when it came out that she was of his blood, it was the only time he almost fainted), and well...he's not quite sure what to make of this.

Slade had begun to train Rose in the year he had her, though now looking at it, he didn't think it was the right call.

Maybe he should have looked into getting her in with Batman after all.

"Rose honey, please give me your eye. We're going to see if we can put it back in and I need to make a quick phone call to someone." Slade replied, as he guided Rose into the restroom of the current hideout they were staying at.

"How did you even manage this?!" he asked her, and Rose said nothing, only grimacing as he cleaned her wound.

"You're joking, right?" twenty-year-old Dick Grayson said, as Slade stood before him, Rose looking at the both of them with her one good eye.

A white eyepatch covered the other one, and she stared down at her purple shoes with pink laces.

"Who the hell said it was a good idea to give you a kid?!" Dick exclaimed.

"I have two older sons." Slade replied tersly.

"Fine, who the hell would give you another kid?" Dick corrected himself.

"Look, can we please not get into specifics? I've seen you lead the team of Teen Titans before. I was wondering if you could take my daughter under your wing and train her." Slade said, causing Dick to sputter, and Rose to pay attention.

"Father! What...why?" Rose replied, her hands balled into fists.

"Look Rose, I don't think I'm the one who should be guiding you into the rest of your life, especially when you ripped out your eye on purpose- ("She did WHAT now?" Dick called out, dumbfounded)-and I want better from you. I've seen the things you can do." he placed his hand on her head, causing her pout to diminish some. "Besides, Grayson over there was one of my students. It'll be like I'm teaching you but in a much more heroic way." he said, and Rose dared a glance at the man that was fidgetting.

"Well..." she started, looking him up and down. Although Teacher Grayson sounded like he was a top notch student, he looked...goofy. "If you say so Father."

"You will see Rose. This will be good for you." Slade said, as he ruffled her hair.

It was indeed, not good for Rose.

Once her father left, Grayson took her to the place known as the Batcave (blindfolding her good eye, saying that just because she was a kid, she was also the kid to a bad guy), where they went in the training rooms.

Rose went ballistic. Everything was new, and different, and there were so many weapons that she needed to try out because her father let her train with weapons but only a limited amount.

"ROSE PUT DOWN THAT SWORD! IT'S DISGUISED AS A-" Dick started, before the flames covered the curtains.

Panicked, he yanked Rose from there, holding her in his arms as he stomped out the flames.

"Let me go! Put me down!" she screamed, and kicked, Grayson struggling to keep a good hold on her.

"What's all the noise?" a voice asked, and Rose turned her head to see a young boy, about her age, step in. He had messy black hair, cinnamon colored skin, and green eyes. The boy sported a red jacket, and black pants, with scuffed up shoes. He looked confused, and his gaze went to Rose before going to Grayson's. "Dick, who's-"

"Never mind that, Jason, can you please get me the fire extinguisher?" Dick asked, as he finally set Rose down.

Rose who scurried off towards the boy.

Jason had been his name.

He gave her a wary glance, then headed out to get the fire extinguisher.

"Is that your brother?" Rose asked.

"Yes, and stay away from the weapons' area unless I'm nearby." Dick warned her.

Rose stared after Jason, her eye twitching a little.

"Maybe." she replied.

[iguana-eyanna]

From The Bird’s Eye View Chapter 1

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Although you achieved your dream of being a designer, you never considered meeting a man who's also a father.

a/n: So I started looking back to one of my last series The Blood Within Us and wanted to revisit the storyline. I wanted to write about how the reader met each son throughout the years and how they grew closer as a family. So enjoy the first introduction to my prequel!

Dick Grayson (13): First Meeting

"Bruce, do I have to do this? I don't even wanna go to this dance." Dick asks as he was in the car with Bruce and Alfred. 

"The Wayne Foundation will be hosting the event for the school so we both have to be there. And besides, it'll be a fun thing to get your mind off of missions." Bruce said. 

"Sir, we are nearing the designer's establishment,” Alfred announced as he pulled over. 

Dick and Bruce walked out and headed inside to the designer Bruce heard about. The young boy looked up to his adoptive father, whose features looked similar when they were on investigations together. He was about to ask what was going on till he heard someone's voice.

"Hello Mr. Wayne, It's a pleasure for you to come here." a young voice said. Dick turns around and sees you, the designer, wearing a business casual outfit.

"Please, the pleasure's all mine,” Bruce said, shaking your hand. 

"I admit, when you wanted to book an appointment here for a fitting, I was surprised you didn't want to have a suit from your regular tailor shop uptown." You commented.

"You did your homework." Bruce joked.

You chuckle lightly. "I like to do my research,” you commented.

"As do I. But, today is not about me. I wanted Dick here to have something of his own. He'll be attending his first dance." Bruce said, introducing Dick.

"Oh! It's my pleasure to help him on his special night." You said, making eye contact with him.

Dick was a bit quiet as he nodded, giving you a slight smile. 

You let him follow you to your fitting area as you took measurements. 

"So, Dick... got a favorite color?" You ask, wanting to make conversation.

"uhhhh, blue,” Dick responded, looking at the mirror in front of him as you walked around him.

"Hmmm, you got nice taste. Right now, I love the color sage green. It's the inspiration for my new line." You said, pointing out the many fabrics that were on a table in the corner.

"What are you designing?" Dick asks so he doesn't seem rude.

"Right now I'm designing a dress for a cotillion. I think they might be going to the same school as you!" You said, recalling your last appointment not too long ago.

Dick visibly gulps, remembering a conversation that he had with his classmate Barbra Gordon of how she's been wanting to get a dress designed by one of her favorite designers.

"Does she happen to have red hair and eyes you can get lost in?" Dick asks, a bit too smitten.

You step back, smirking. 

"Yeah, she does have red hair. The eyes part? I think that's a matter of opinion." You joke.

Dick tries to chuckle it off as he scratches the back of his head.

"Sorry, didn't mean to say that last part out loud." He says sheepishly.

"Don't worry, this stays between us." You smiled at him reassuringly as you pinned a few fabrics together. 

"If you don't mind me asking, what would a guy do to ask a girl out to a certain cotillion?"

You pause for a moment, thinking. 

"That depends, do you know what's her favorite flower?"

"Dandelions." He said.

"Well, I'd say buy them at your local store, give it to her and say how you'd feel, and then ask her to the dance."

"Do you think it'll work?" He asks, looking back at you. 

You stand straight up and chuckle.

"She'll swoon."

Dick looks back at the mirror feeling more sure of himself, envisioning how much fun he'll have at the dance.

"Thanks, sorry if I seemed a bit one-dimensional. It's hard to have conversations with people."

"How so?" You ask, scribbling down notes on your iPad.

"Most of the time, people would only ask me questions if it pertained to Bruce. 'What's he like?' 'Could you give him my business card?' 'Can I have his phone number?' It's just hard to really be seen in Bruce's shadow."

You look up to Dick as he looks a bit gloom. Everyone knows the story of how Bruce Wayne adopted the boy wonder after his parents were tragically killed. Dick was a kid who was trying to find his place in the world after the most traumatic thing that happened to him.

You know the feeling.

"Hey, why don't we take a break? We got a bit of time."

Dick inhales and looks up at you, gratefully.

Later, Bruce sits in the waiting room and turns to see Dick coming. Bruce was about to ask how was the fitting, and Dick gave him a bone-crushing hug. Bruce was stunned they haven't had times like these, but Bruce bent down and hugged his son.

Soon they both let go and Dick looks back at you.

"I'll see you in a few days!" Dick said, smiling at you. 

Bruce looks back at you, still shocked.

"Was everything alright?" He asks.

"Yeah, we just talked about some things. You got a great kid, Mr. Wayne."

He looks back to Dick as he was talking to Alfred outside, looking more happy.

"Yeah, I'm really lucky." Bruce said, smiling to himself.

You two walked into your office to arrange Dick's appointment and payment. 

"-and that should be it! I hope to see you soon, Mr. Wayne." You said, shaking his hand.

"Please, call me Bruce. I just wanted to say thank you. I don't know what you two discussed, but I haven't seen Dick smile like that in awhile." Bruce said.

You beam. "I don't know how to describe it, but I just have a knack for helping people. Be an ear to listen, you know?" You ask. 

Bruce gives you a look. You weren't at all what he'd imagined when he researched about you. 

"Yeah. I understand completely."

You two walk out as you followed him outside. Bruce was about to walk in his car till he turned over to you.

"If I'm not being too forward, I'd love to take you out for dinner in a non business environment."

You were beyond shock. You heard from the nasty catalogs of Bruce Wayne being a player. But in front of you was a man asking you to go on a date. 

"I'd love to, but only on one condition."

"Name it." Bruce stated

"Ask Dick about the advice I gave him." You said, waving goodbye to Dick through the window and walked back to work.

On the way to the Manor, Bruce looks at Dick. 

"If you don't mind, what was the advice she was talking about?" Bruce asks.

"Oh, she was saying to get someone you like their favorite flowers. Are you two going on a date?" Dick asks excitingly.

"Something like that." Bruce said as he looks out the window. He still had so many questions about you since the Harvey Dent case. 

But for now, all he was doing was going on a simple date with you.

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"Master Bruce?" Alfred asks out loud as he entered Bruce's room. 

His bed was full of discarded clothing and a bunch of ties were gathered by his pillow. Out came Bruce from his bathroom, looking a bit agitated. 

"Which tie shows I'm not overthinking?" Bruce asks. 

Alfred was shocked, nonetheless, but he quietly chuckled to himself as approached him. 

"I'd say the black silk one, sir,” Alfred said, grabbing it from Bruce as he tied it around his collar.

"Nervous for tonight?" Alfred asks.

Bruce doesn't break as he looks ahead in his mirror. 

"No, it's just an innocent dinner. I don't think it'll advance to anything else." Bruce said.

"Hmm, that's what your father said when he was preparing his first date with your mother." Alfred said casually before doing the finishing touches and leaving Bruce a bit speechless. 

Bruce shook himself off and focused on the matter at hand. Ever since Harvey Dent disappeared from the hospital after his accident, he needed to see how close you two were. Sure, you didn't share the same name, but that wouldn't stop Harvey from contacting you.

Bruce was to blame for Harvey’s doom. He went as Batman to court, knowing Sal Maroni could pull any trick from his sleeves as Harvey Dent was known to publicly try to take down the mafia in Gotham City. 

But what Bruce didn’t realize was that the cape of his bat suit would deflect Maroni’s chemical compound that burned half of Dent’s face. And now that Dent is missing, there was a major chance he could turn from his ways of justice and seek revenge.

Just for now, Bruce had to play a part.

He knew you were smart, so he couldn't portray himself as a billionaire playboy. He didn't want to scare you away.

Bruce couldn't tell why he was caring this much. He drove to the restaurant where you two would meet. He was thirty minutes early. Knowing he couldn't just sit idly, he exited his car and walked to a floral shop. He skimmed through the small aisles and saw something that caught his eye. 

He bought the bouquet and walked towards the restaurant, fixing his collar as it suddenly became tighter. 

Soon, he heard a pair of heels clicking on the sidewalk. He turned around casually, then his lips parted slightly as he saw you.

You wore a black ruffled dress with one of the straps resting on your left arm.

From your body manners, he could tell you carried yourself highly. You weren’t fazed by the bystanders that walked passed you. Your hair was styled simply and the lipstick you wore complimented your features.

You approached him, smiling.

“Hello, Bruce.” You said.

His eyes could be lost in yours, but he caught himself from his trance. 

“Hi… these are for you.” He says, offering you a bouquet of Lilies. 

You take them from him, smelling its sweet scent.

“Thank you, they’re quite beautiful.” You said. 

Bruce resisted to say they’re not as beautiful as you, so he offered you his arm.

“Shall we?” He asks. 

You nod as you two walk into the restaurant. 

Once you two get seated, your server immediately recognized Bruce and made sure you two had some privacy away from the other patrons of the restaurant. You and Bruce sit in silence under the dim candle, as the only thing dividing you two were the tall, narrow menus that were too small to read.

“I’m sorry if I chose the wrong venue for us to get to know each other.” Bruce said to break the ice.

“Are you implying, Mr. Wayne, that I cannot afford fine dining?” You ask, slightly teasing him.

Bruce grew a bit worried, placing down his menu.

“No, I did not mean to offend-”

You started to snicker before cracking into a laugh.

“I’m joking, Bruce. I don’t mind being here at all, just thought I’d keep you on your toes a bit. It’s not every day Gotham’s top five cutest billionaires take you out to a romantic evening.” You reply.

Relief washes over Bruce until he leans over, smirking.

“You think I’m cute?” He asks, matching your energy.

You couldn’t muster a sentence, but you thanked your stars when your server came to take your order. 

Soon, the flow of conversation became so easy between the two of you. The chemistry you had between each other was unmatched.

Later on, Bruce noticed an old couple celebrating their 50th anniversary, so he caught their server and asked to give them a dessert under his tab. Once they received their dish, they looked over you two gratefully.

“That was really nice of you.” You said, smiling.

“They seem really in love with each other.”

“I hope I find that one day.” You said, not realizing you said it out loud. You straighten up a bit, realizing you may have scared him off.

Bruce slowly reaches over his hand into yours.

“I hope to find that too,” He stated, giving you a soft smile. 

You smiled back, but then the two of you looked away, feeling both your cheeks blush.

"I um, was wondering... how did you get into designing your own clothes?" He asks.

You look up at him, surprised.  

"I used to work at this old vintage store. They were looking for people who knew how to sew and hem. Thought it'll be a good side hustle. Soon I just, fell in love with it. I designed my own dress for prom and other girls paid me to do theirs. The money helped me pay for college and I got a great scholarship afterwards.  After I graduated, I took an apprenticeship in France. It got me great connections and I learned so much. That's how I got back here to Gotham and decided to open my own place."

“Your parents must be proud,” Bruce says, drinking his wine. 

Bruce looked up from his glass and see that you froze under his words. From what he could see, you were uncomfortable. You were avoiding eye contact as you took your hand away from his.

He knew you were hiding something, but he felt so guilty. You tried to say something, but nothing came out. Your anxiety started to build and you could feel your chest tighten. 

“Hey… would you like to get some fresh air?” Bruce asks softly. 

All you could do was nod in a small manner. Bruce got up and you held onto him so you wouldn’t break down and made sure he paid the tab. Once you got out, you drew in a sharp breath of air, getting out of your trance. You two walked over to a lit park and sat down on a bench.

Bruce takes off his jacket and covers your shoulders to comfort you. 

You look over at him, feeling responsible that your night was about to end. 

“I’m so sorry for ruining tonight. I… I don’t talk much about my family. It’s still a sensitive topic and I sometimes get triggered.”

Bruce shakes his head.

“No, I overstepped. I apologize if I hurt you in any way.” He says, meaning his words.

“I don’t think you have the capacity to hurt me.” You said.

Hearing those words from you broke something in him. 

You weren’t just a case that he was trying to investigate, you were just a person that cares deeply for their craft and for people. Bruce couldn’t continue this charade with you. 

He grabbed your hand and gave you a small smile. 

“May I accompany you back home?”

After Bruce follows you back to your care and ensured you were safe, he drove back home, thinking. 

Once he came back home, he saw Dick sit up on the couch and looked over at Bruce.

“How did it go?” Dick asks enthusiastically. 

Bruce couldn’t muster the truth so he gives him a pursed smile. 

“It went alright, I’ll tell you more tomorrow morning.” He says, messing up Dick’s hair as the young boy chuckled. Bruce returned back to his room and laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He should have never pursued you, toying with your feelings like that. He was about to get ready for the night when his phone rang. He looked down and saw your name. After another ring passed, Bruce decided to pick up the call.

“Hi, Bruce?” You ask.

“Hi, are you safe back home?” Bruce asks, sitting up straight. 

“Yes, I am. I just… wanted to call you. I know our date didn’t end as we planned, but I had a great time with you.”

Bruce could feel his heart skip a beat. 

“I did as well. I apologize, again, for my words. Guess I really wanted to know you a bit better.” He said.

You hesitate for a brief moment until you started the conversation again. 

“I want the same thing. It’s just… I don’t date often and it’s hard to open up about some things about myself.” You said as you were at home, staring down at a news article on your laptop about your biological father’s disappearance from his accident. 

“I understand completely. I want to give this another chance if you’d like.”

You slowly close your laptop and smile to yourself, feeling that Bruce could be that special someone that can change your life for good.

“I’m free next weekend, maybe we could go for ice cream? I’d love to have Dick join us if that’s all right.”

“That’ll be perfect! We can pick you up that day. It’ll be fun.” Bruce replied.

“Great, it’s a date. I’ll text you my address later. You have a good night, Bruce.”

“You too, sleep well.” He ended the call. He got up from his bed and was about to walk over to Dick’s room until Dick tumbled down on the ground as he was eavesdropping from Bruce’s door.

Dick sheepishly smiles and stands up, shifting on his bare feet as he was getting ready for bed.

“So… guess I’m crashing your second date?” Dick asks, grinning ear to ear.

Bruce rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. 

“You better not get yourself in trouble or you’re not going with us.”

“Scout’s honor!” Dick yelled out as he zoomed back in his room, excited to see you again. 

Bruce shared his head at his son’s antics, but he smiled to himself, as he realized he was excited to see you again too.  

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shyly, carefully push forward DCEU Joker!Dick (like ignore the movie visuals, just the concept)

Canon DCEU facts:

— Richard Grayson’s grave in Bruce’s trauma nightmare.

— charred, bullet-ridden Robin costume spray-painted in green with "AH AH AH joke’s on you Batman"

— Harley Queen is the alleged accomplice in Robin’s murder

— Batman kills. The Joker is still alive tho.

Implied: (confirmed) the Joker tortured and set on fire Dick!Robin.

! fans notice: the bullet holes in the Robsuit matches Joker’s bullet scares.

=> Theory: Dick became Joker.

then there’s that frigging scene in the Knightmare (possible future with everything gone to shit and evil Supes) between Gun Batfleck in a leather jacket and Joker in the ‘bulletproof jacket over Arkham uniform’ chic, watching that with Dick!Joker in mind, dayum. UwU

so my point is not just to push the canonity of the theory, it’s just- the vibe. The headcanon.

the Joker in the (first) Suicide Squad movie is like eeeck bad cringe, creepy and all. But ignoring the visual, what is a canon, bath in the concept.

maybe he got the JJ-Timmy special.

maybe (tabling on Harley’s involvement being just rumors) some traumatic event got him to turn into the Joker (meaning he’s the one and original). Maybe… something like the Court of Owls’s Talonization interrupted and gone wrong! And that resulted in the birth of this verse’s Joker.

*whisper*: would someone give him a hug, or has he done too much shit? Just curious, really. Boy doesn’t *deserve* the hug, exactly. But still, would someone give it to him.

If we threw him at a healed-ish JJ!Tim. Or a Red Hood!Jason. Or Good Dad!Bruce. Or a Damian. Or a full mute!Cass, who doesn’t understand his whole misdirecting drivel and only read his body language who screams-

So I am very afraid to come across as rude? I hope I don’t. I just- got this circling in my head, and it made think very strongly of your Flightless Birds serie…

Because you like JJ and torturing Dick Grayson into Talon.

Like, I’ll shamelessly admit that if it happened to inspire you I would be ecstatic. But that’s the pipe dream. My realistic wish — the actual ask here, ig — is your thought on the idea? Like if u feel the vibe he could have or if the character just creep u out. I’m saying that making full abstraction of the actual visual of DCEU Joker myself.

You’re not coming across as rude at all!

The Joker also being a Talon would explain his skin tone, and also how no one ever kills him - like even if Batman’s not gonna kill, you’d think someone in the world would take care of it at some point, and he has been, like, blown up.

I think whether he gets a hug depends on if he’s the one who killed Jason and tortured Tim.

I watched that clip, and I’m super confused - I haven’t seen the original movie in years and haven’t ever seen the Snyder cut. So. Confused by Intrigued.

I don’t think I would write anything about it, at least not right now, because it would likely end up a little too intense, but I would enjoy reading about it!

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please please please please I know nothing I’m oblivious who are these funky little lads that are apparently Bruce Waynes kids

Was going thru my drafts and realized I never answered this ask im so sorry!!

I started writing a HUGEEEE thing explaining as much as I could (ended up being over 4k) but I felt that was a bit much so ill just explain the basics on the bat kids. Just a long paragraph for each. Keep in mind that canon changes a lot and there are different comics and shows and version of the characters. Ill just explain what I know the most

Dick Grayson: First Robin. Now goes by Nightwing. Was a spy in one comic and went by Grayson but we don’t like that one that much. Also got amnesia at one point and went by Ric. We hate Ric, don’t bring him up. Was part of the flying graysons in Haley’s Circus with his parents but they were killed by Tony Zucco during a performance (their line broke). Bruce was in the crowd and made Dick is ward. Dick was 8 at the time. When he was 18 he had a fight with bruce and moved to Bludhaven. Thats where he became Nightwing. Hes the oldest kid

Jason Todd: Second Robin. Goes by Red Hood. He lived in Crime Alley by himself (father was in prison (later died) and mom overdosed). Wanted to make some cash so tried to steal the wheels of the batmobile. Bruce was honestly impressed and took him in. Dick was a bit upset at first (bruce give jason robin without asking. In most comics robin was a nickname dicks mom called him) but eventually warmed up to jason. I could go on a whole rant about how jason wasnt the angry robin most ppl say, but I wont. Bruce thinks he killed someone and benches him. Jason finds out his mom isnt his bio mom. His bio mom is in Ethipoia and he goes to find her. She sells him out to joker. Joker tortures him with a crowbar and leaves him in a building that explodes (also kills the bio mom). Talia al Ghul (daughter of Ra’s al Ghul. Hes the leader of the League of Assassins) brings him back to life via lazarus pit. Jasons story is very long so ill just say he comes back angry, tries to get bruce to kill joker, almost kills tim (hes next), kinda becomes the head crime lord in crime alley, and is hella hella protective of the kids and working girls in crime alley. Hes also a book nerd. Wanted to be an english major before he died. He and batwoman (mentioned in honorably mentions below) use guns. Sometimes he uses rubber bullets, sometimes he deosnt. In his newest reboot he uses a crowbar and has a different outfit. Not a fan of it. in some versions he doesnt work with the batfam, in others he rejoins them. i like the latter more.

Tim Drake: Third Robin. Currently goes by Red Robin. (yes like the restaurant. Yes its a running joke in the fandom) The smart robin. Smarter than batman in some universes (most imo). Figured out batmans identity by himself when he was like 8-9. when jason dies bruce doesn’t pull his punches at all and tim is like “he needs a robin.” tries to get dick to come back, but he says no. so tim basically forces himself into bruces life as robin until bruce relents. Tim has a hella messed up storyline that I don’t know very well. Jason tries to kill him, Damian tries to kill him (hes next), theres one story line where bruce is lost in time and tim is the only one who doesn’t think hes dead. Lots of stuff happens. Bascially all his friends die, his parents die, he loses his spleen- its a mess. Hes also the ceo of wayne enterprise in some comics. We also joke that hes an immortal 17 yr old cuz hes almost always 17 in the comics. Tim is bi and has a boyfriend named Bernard (I ship him more with kon tho)

Damian Wayne: Fourth Robin. Trained as an assassin since birth. He’s bruces bio son. Son of talia and bruce. Becomes robin when hes 9 I think. In one story, the bruce lost in time one, dick just gives robin to damian cuz “he needs it.” damian was very…. Murdery at first. Has a sword. Very talented artist. Very very smart. Can take advanced college courses at like age 7. smart boy. He has the most character devleopment in my opinion. Calls himself “the blood son.” is best friends with superman’s son, Jon.

Stephanie Brown: Steph. Goes by Spoiler now. is kinda Robin 3.5. or 2.5 idk when in the timeline she was robin, but she was robin for like 2 weeks before getting fired. Idk much about her. Her father is Cluemaster (villain). Isn’t adopted by bruce, but is his kid nonetheless. She and tim dated at one point.

Cassandra Cain: Cass. Goes by Orphan or Black Bat, depending on the comic. Was raised to be a weapon by her father. Idk his name. Her mother is Lady Shiva, another world class assassin. Cass was taught to not speak cuz “weapons don’t have feelings.” she knows sign and when bruce takes her in he helps her find her voice. In some versions she can speak, in others she just says one or two words at a time, and in some she just uses sign. Shes other than jason (by like 2 months) but younger than dick. Not sure if shes adopted or not.

Duke Thomas: Goes by Signal. I know the least about him. Also not adopted. His parents were jokerized (got posioned with joker gas and kinda went insane.) He’s a meta apparently? I learned that recently. Has photokenesis: ability to absorb, redistribute, and manipulate both light and darkness. Is the daytime hero I think.

Barbara Gordon: Used to be Batgirl, is now Oracle. (in some version steph and cass were batgirl at one point) Not adopted by bruce. Shes Commissioner Gordon’s daughter. Very very smart. Very very badass. Is the guy in the chair for the batfam. Joker shot her in her spine when breaking into her apartment and paralyzed her. But she can still kick hella ass in that wheelchair. She and dick used to date.

Honorable mentions: Kate Kane, Batwoman. She’s Bruce’s cousin. Lucas Fox, Batwing. Lucius Fox’s son. Selina Kyle, Catwoman. She and bruce r kinda sorta in a relationship. Its complicated sometimes. Kate Kelly, Robin. Shes in a separate universe I believe. Don’t know much about her at all. She uses a slingshot.

And of course, Alfred Pennyworth. We love alfred. He has guns hidden around the manor in canon. Bruce doesn’t like guns. Alfred knows this and says “youll never find all of them.” hes sassy and we stan.

And those r the main members of the batfam! Sorry this took so long to answer. It comepletely slipped my mind. I probably forgot a few details, but oh well.