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bigskydreaming · 3 years ago

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Its not complicated. When Dick’s siblings continuously make fun of not things or experiences they share in common with him from their time together as family, but JUST the things that stem from where he comes from, the things he keeps as reminders of his parents and first home, ‘they’re siblings’ doesn’t excuse them any more than when snobby Gotham socialites make the same comments.

Dick’s name - he keeps it not as an invitation to make fun of him or call him an asshole, but because its what his parents called him.

Dick’s costumes - he made not to be fashionable but to remind him of home, of the circus.

Dick’s showy moves - he makes not to grandstand and be the center of attention, but because that’s the way his parents taught them to him. They’re MEANT to be performative. He’s a PERFORMER as much as a vigilante. And that’s not a commentary on his PERSONALITY, because he doesn’t do that because he wants to rub others’ faces in being better than them at acrobatics or whatever, due to some particular insecurity or need to overcompensate....he’s a performer not due to ISSUES but due to HIS FAMILY’S CHOSEN LIFESTYLE. There are different kinds of showing off. There’s doing it to impress, and there’s doing it because the moves you were taught were literally designed to show off feats of acrobatics that wow and amaze and get people to buy tickets? Like....

And we all know the story with Robin - nah, they don’t make fun of him for that one, just hate and resent him for ever daring to act proprietary about the thing he made out of the vestiges of his first home and family long before he ever knew he’d have siblings or successors.

Now to recap - when the SPECIFIC things that people make fun of Dick for in fics are....his name, his costumes, his showy moves.....

They’re not making fun of HIM, because none of those things originated with HIM or just because he randomly felt like making any of those a thing.

They’re making fun of where he came from, WHO he came from. There’s no ifs, ands or buts about it. No matter how much you want it to be otherwise, when Jason calls Dick a Dickhead, he’s not making a clever sibling in-joke, he’s making fun of the fact that its even Dick’s name at all. And as siblings, that would be one thing if that name were given to him by the parent they BOTH share.

But its not.

Dick didn’t pick that name out of a hat, he keeps it because of his parents.

Ergo, no matter how you spin it, when Jason or anyone else makes fun of that name to any degree at all, or uses it as an insult, its not a joke or insult at DICK’S expense.

But at his PARENTS.

And see, that’s why it would be fine as a sibling joke if it came from a parent they both share. Because Jason or one of the other siblings would be making fun of a SHARED parent choosing that name for Dick, and Dick refusing to part with it for whatever reason. Jason or another sibling would to some degree, still be ‘in’ on the joke being made. Still included within the circle of family that the joke is ACTUALLY about, at the expense of.

But Dick’s parents and the things they gave him have NOTHING to do with ANY of his other siblings, except for Robin, and that only with the blessing Dick bestowed on each of them TO share it.

They don’t exist for anyone BUT Dick to ‘approve’ of. They’re not kept by Dick for anyone else to weigh in on. They’re kept out of sentimentality.

So when the others joke about or attack these specific things of Dick’s....

HE is not the target, and siblinghood doesn’t make it go down any easier.

They’re attacking and making fun of his SENTIMENTALITY, about a part of his family they have NO connection to themselves.

And this makes them no different from any other Gothamite or hero making fun of....Dick’s name, the performative nature of his movements, his costumes.

Because their connection to where these come from doesn’t exist anymore than it does for any of those other people.

And why exactly do you think Dick is okay with people continuously punching down at his PARENTS’ choices for him?

See the nuance there?

And when you, the author, think its hilarious commentary to have characters poke fun at the things that literally ONLY stem from Dick’s origins....from an in-universe perspective, how is your commentary any different from that of the snobby socialite characters you use the other family members to disparage for being....snobby and elitist about various Wayne family members’ origins? Why do you think Dick’s origins are an acceptable exemption here, and do you think MAYBE. POSSIBLY. There are certain....commonalities in the snobby elitism that you claim drives these Gothamite NPCs to look down on various Waynes and uh.....you....doing...the...same thing?

Juuuuuust wondering.

NOW.

Cuz we’re not done.

On to Damian.

Yes, yes. The Demon Brat. The Demonspawn.

Called that, because well, its obvious right? He’s the grandson of the Demon’s Head.

Who......Damian hates?

Willfully turned his back on, by choice?

Deliberately chose to reject, along with his philosophy and his ways, when he embraced the Batfamily’s credos instead? When he devoted himself to THEIR chosen path, rather than....that of the Demon’s Head?

Who by his own conscious volition, THREW AWAY his unasked for associations with Ra’s, to CLAIM his Wayne associations as the ones he wanted instead?

This is a family of choice, we’re all agreed on there.

So.....you guys know that Damian, while yes, ‘the blood son’....ALSO made a choice right? When he chose THEM....instead of...Ra’s?

And that’s.....kinda a big deal?

And also, let’s not forget, uh....Ra’s doesn’t give a shit about Damian and just wants his body to wear like a three-piece suit? Yeah, lotta loving associations for Damian there.

Every time the others call Damian a Demon Brat or Demonspawn, you’re essentially having them say no matter WHAT Damian’s done to distance himself from Ra’s, who he NEVER HAD A CHOICE in being tied to by birth....

They won’t let him have that distance.

He will always be linked to the Demon’s Head....even in his own family’s eyes. His family, who otherwise all prioritize their CHOSEN connections with the Wayne family over their OWN origins.

.....why exactly do you feel Damian would be falling over himself to like them and be nice to them as long as they keep doing that, when he’s ALREADY done a bajillion things to prove he rejects Ra’s and wants nothing to do with the man or anything he supposedly could or would offer Damian?

(Especially when again, the only thing Ra’s has ever ACTUALLY wanted to offer Damian was an eviction notice for his own body so Ra’s could take up residence).

Idk guys, I’m just saying its kinda funny to have the other siblings resent Dick and Damian for being so much closer to each other than them, when like, your own fics continuously have Dick and Damian being the only ones to actually accept each other’s origins and NOT make fun of them or use them as a weapon against the two of them.

Anyway. Food for thought.

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peppersonironi · 4 years ago

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12, 21, 19

(Is this late? Oops. Sorry!)

12: Favourite character to write about this year

Stephanie Brown, easy. She's my spirit animal, so I might be doing a touch of projecting, but I honestly don't care. She's just pure chaos in the best way. Some of my favourite lines that I've written are for her. Such as:

"What's up bitches? I brought donuts!"

"My waffles await!"

"FEAR ME!"

"Welcome to Steph’s Glitter Bomb Palace, Where Snitches get Stitches™! So don’t tell Bruce or I’ll sic Jason on you."

She's also the character I've gotten the most comments on. People really seen to enjoy how I write her!

A close second would be Duke Thomas. Bliss, a fic I wrote for the 2020 Duke Week, was one of my favourites! Or maybe Damian? His dialogue just comes easy to me.

21: Most memorable comment/review

the batfamily exist:

everyone: is,,is that allowed?

On Code Orange (Batfam/Young Justice Crossover)

*Or*

I have wanted to read a DCU/MCU crossover for a VERY long time. This story is such a delight. Your characterisation (and for me an introduction to The Signal) was fascinating in the extreme. I loved the game playing and the fact that I could watch (open-mouthed) as Bruce Wayne enjoyed childlike fun with his children and Alfred(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) was the cherry on top of the icing on top of the cake. I look forward to your updates in a way that you wouldn't believe.

On Batfam/Avengers Crossover

19: Any new fics to start next year

Oh boy. So many. You know what? Here's a list. It'll be good to get these ideas out. Plus, you guys can tell me what you'd rather see first!

Gen/just Batfam

Crack fic based off this piece of dialogue (came from a convo between my sister and I): Tim reached forward and poked Duke's face. "You're right!" He exclaimed. "You really *do* squish like a block of wood!" Duke Centric.

Based on THIS Incorrect Quotes. Talia moves into the Manor because she's sick of Ra's. Featuring a bunch of good mom!Talia.

Based off THIS Incorrect Quotes. Jason runs for President as Red Hood. I have so many ideas! This'll be really fun.

Loosely based on THIS post. It explores Jason and Cassandra's relationship, and how it evolves.

Duke Thomas Big Bang Fic (can't say much, but it'll be great!)

Platonic (need to be certain you understand that. There were some misconceptions w/ my Discord server) Slow Burn between Tim and Damian. At the beginning the absolutely despise each other. But over time they realise their own insecurities, and how they don't actually hate the other. And by the end they fully admit and embrace their being brothers.

Reverse Robins with Damian as the oldest (I made THIS post talking about it a while back. But I've highly revised it.)

Reverse Robins with Duke as the oldest (I wrote THIS fic, but I think I want to change this into a series!)

Cassandra as Batman. Stephanie as Catwoman. Carrie Kelley as Robin.

5 Times Bette Kane was the mastermind behind the batkids' pranks without Bruce's knowledge, and 1 Time her brilliance was brought to light.

5 Times Duke thought that he couldn't possibly get any more siblings and 1 Time he met the cousins (AKA: Duke meets the extended family)

Birdflash

Birdflash in the JL/JLU universe (based off that one hexagon by @novaviis ! Super fun!). The league is inviting potential members to the Watchtower one day. Except Wally wasn't there during the choosing of said members. So he's completely shocked when his husband Nightwing shows up. They have to act like they don't know each other, which basically involves Dick flirting his butt off with Wally, Wally trying desperately to remain professional, Bruce digging in the corner, the rest of the League in varying degrees of disapproval and confusion (at least a couple have seen Wally's wedding ring. So that adds a while 'nother layer).

Young Justice soulmate au. Dick, and eventually everyone else, knows that Wally is his soulmate. Wally is oblivious. Lots of pining and angst in this one. Slow burn to an extent (depends on how long I make it). But definitely a happy fluffy ending in sight!

Batfam Meets Young Justice

THIS fic.

Duke gets yeeted into the YJ universe, and promptly passes out. He wakes up in the Watchtower, and breaks out of the confinement the Team has set up for him. Pulls shenanigans (some unwittingly) and used his powers. The Team and JL are confused, and panicking. Because this guy keeps muttering things about the Batfam. And he has a bat on his chest.

The Team break into some ancient temple after getting info on a new Supervillian plot. They find purple clothed woman draped across a throne. She talks, and they panic, as she knows all their secret identities. The only one who isn't, is Tim. He looks bored. Alternatively: Steph needs Tim's credit card to take his sister out on a date, and absolutely refuses to text.

While the Team is on a mission to stop Lady Shiva, a dimensional portal opens up and spits out a strange Robin (Damian) and what seemed to be a female Batman (Cass as Black Bat). This new dynamic due promptly defeats Lady Shiva and all the goons. The Team is freaked out, and 'apprehends' the dimensional anomalies, bringing them back to the Watchtower. Where the due promptly break and and start chaos. Featuring "Toxic" by Britney Spears. I will not explain why.

The Watchtower gets a sudden emergency message from the Batcave. They accept, to find a stranger calling himself Signal panicking about Robin being missing. They all look at Tim, who ignores them, and says that he doesn't know where Robin is. Some naming shenanigans occur.

(Not sure if this fits here, oh well) Set in Season One, Bruce is tired of Clark's attitude towards Superboy, and adopts the clone himself. Not sure how far this'll go, but at least goes through Dick's time as Robin. (Based on THIS Tumblr post)

(Also iffy on placement) a continuation of one (not sure which? Probably Damian as older) Reverse Robins fics. It's a retelling of Season One of YJ, with Dick as Robin. Nightwing (Damian) feels protective of his brother, and so takes on the role Black Canary had in the show, training the Team. But as time goes on, he ends up being more of a big brother to the group. Cameos from the rest of the Batfam as well! And an Identity Reveal (including finding out Dick and Dami are brothers) at the end!

Batfam Meets the Justice League

Cass takes over being Batman for a bit, because Bruce was an idiot and broke his leg. This happens to line up with when the Justice League reach out to the Dark Knight, in order to extend an invitation to the league. They eventually meet Bruce as Batman, and are confused as to why he is so tall. And male.

Joyfire

Lian accidentally reveals her three parents' relationship by calling Bruce 'grandpa' over dinner.

Museum Heist

THIS fic

Operation: Seduce Nightwing. Based on a post for an ATLA ot3, Wally and Artemis realise silumaneously “Hey, we kinda have the hots for Dick” and decide together to see if he likes them back. Which involves a heck ton of over the top flirting, and shenanigans. The Team is sighing on the sidelines at their idiocy. Dick is internally combusting and thinking “Do they like me back? I’’m not sure.”

5 times Dick and Wally fought over being the middle spoon, and one time Artemis had had enough.

Set in Season 3 (but ignores some canon), Bart is kidnapped by some mad scientist obsessed with the Speed Force. The Team mobilizes, and gets Bart back from the evil base. But when they get there, they find Wally West freed from the Speed Force. He and Artemis reunite, and everyone is happy. They prepare to leave. Then the Pick-up Squad arrive in the bioship, and Dick gets out. Everyone is expecting Dick to give Wally a hug, because hey, he's his best friend! What they weren't expecting was him to run forward and pull the speedster into a passionate kiss. They go back to the Watchtower, and some more stuff happens.

Soulmate AU where the first thing your soulmate says to you after they fall in love with you is tattooed on your body.

Post Season Two Get Together. Starts with Artemis living with Dick as opposed to Will. Might be Slow Burn? (They come pretty close to kissing) Eventually Wally comes back. Arty and Wally are back together. They both live in the same house as Dick, for convenience. Then some more Slow Burn happens. Maybe some Birdflash moments. Arty tells Wally she kinda had a thing for Dick. Wally admits the same. Maybe a touch more Slow Burn. They Eventually get together.

Batlantern

AU where Bruce met Hal back when he first came back to Gotham. Fic goes through how their relationship evolves over the years (up until current time, when Damian is 13). I'm considering a relationship reveal with the Justice League.

Hal's interactions with Bruce's kids.

Green Lantern Corp acting protective of Hal when Bruce comes to Oa. This was an ask that I got, and I'm holding off on writing it till I get as much into on the GL's as possible, as all I know if their characterization comes from that animated series, and Guy Gardener's (Hilarious!) parts on Young Justice.

Marvel

Like 3 different versions of the Peter Parker Field Trip to Stark Tower Trope.

2-part Crossover with the Batfam (they exist in the same universe), where the Avengers go to a Wayne Gala, and interact with the family. The second chapter involves them heading out the next night to try and contact Batman.

THIS fic.

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ilovebeing-weird · 4 years ago

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K-pop craze

Batfamily one-shot (fluff)

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It all started when Dick heard Blackpink for the first time. Ever since then he's been obsessed with the K-pop group. And the main problem? The main problem is that Dick dragged Damian into the fandom too!

Now you must be wondering, 'what do you mean? It's Damian, the Ice-prince, he can't like Blackpink. He is just too…...icy for it'

If it would've been some months ago, I would've totally agreed with you. But, now, things are kinda different. Different? How? Don't worry all of your questions will be answered.

It was a normal morning in the manor…… well as normal as it could be there. Damian was fighting with Tim, nothing new there, Jason was… he wasn't there. Cass was looking at the two boys with interest. Bruce had that, 'Why did I adopt so many children? Oh right, because I am dumb' look on his face and was pinching the bridge of his nose. Alfred, who was so done, was trying to stop them from fighting. And Dick, Oh right, where was he?

That's when he came down the stairs chirpy and happy as always, with, wait is that earphones? When did he start using those? Well, living in the manor, you gotta use something to cut the noise.

He came down saying something that Bruce couldn't quite make out. Wait, why was he saying about killing Love? Did he have another Break-up Bruce didn't know about?

"Good morning Dick" that caught his attention

"Oh, good morning Bruce!" He replied happily and chirpy, nothing seemed wrong. Why was he killing Love then?

"So, how has your life been chum?" How is life? Can he be more lame than that? It's his own son goddammit! He has been living with him for years now. Even Tim and Damian stopped fighting to see how lame he was.

"Life's been pretty good."

"Anything new I don't know about? Like something major? A break-up maybe?" What the hell! Now, he would guess something is definitely wrong, and if he didn't, he would be damn disappointed in him.

Dick's brows furrowed in confusion and he looked at him weird-that's his boy-but answered anyway, "not really, Wally and I have been going pretty strong. I am even thinking of proposing to him."

He couldn't hold it longer, he just asked the question "so, why are you singing about killing this love?" There, he said it.

"Killing this Love?..... Ohhhh, I am not killing Love because I am upset or betrayed, I am just listening to Blackpink. It's a great k-pop group!"

"K-pop? What's that?"

"Bruce, you don't know what k-pop is?" This time it was Tim "I mean I get you're old and all. But k-pop, everyone knows about that!" Cass agreed with him. "Now I understand where Damian gets his sense of music!" Damian attacked him again.

Is this k-pop thing such a big deal? Why hadn't he heard about it before? How dare he call him old? Is he really getting old?

"Oh B, you really need to be aware about what's happening nowadays."

"Well, what is this k-pop."

"K-pop are korean songs, and groups like Blackpink and BTS made it famous."

"What's this BTS now?"

"Nothing, Nothing." The rest of the morning went peaceful with Tim with a stab wound made with a fork on his arm, and Damian with a bruised lower jaw and swollen eye.

"Damian~"

"What do you want Grayson?" Damian asked annoyed

"Wanna listen to some songs~"

"-TT- Is this your stupid Black group that you were talking about? No."

"First of all its Blackpink, secondly pleeease." Dick gave his best puppy eyes.

Damian groaned, no one and he means, NO ONE is immune to Dick's puppy eyes, and the worst part, Dick knows it. "Fine, but Grayson I am going to listen to just one of those atrocious songs."

"Yayy!" Dick squealed like a fangirl. "You won't regret it!"

"I will." Damian grumbled, after all his and Dick's choice in song never matched.

So Damian listened to the song. And, the worst thing, he liked it. How could he!? He's Damian Al-ghul Wayne. He doesn't like these types of songs. There must be something wrong with him. Yet, he found himself sometimes unintentionally singing the lyrics of the song.

He decided just, just to get the song out, he will listen to it again. And he did, but unfortunately the song still stayed and he couldn't get himself to forget it. Rather, he wanted to hear it again.

So, he decided that he will listen to that song, in private without telling his brothers or his father. But, he forgot that his family is full of detectives, or just decided to ignore that fact.

It was one of those rare days when Jason was visiting the manor. Dick and Tim were whispering to each other.

"Hey Dickie-bird, Replacement. Whatcha whispering about?"

"Damian" Tim answered

"What did Demon-spawn do now?"

"He is behaving weird." Dick answered looking concerned

"More than usual you mean?" Dick just gave him a look

"It's like he is trying to hide something."

"Do you think he has a girlfriend?"

"Nah, who is her right mind would date him" Tim answered making a weird face

"Fair point."

"Well, anyway, we gotta figure out what he is hiding."

"Maybe it's just his hormones." Tim and Dick looked at Jason "What, he is a teenage boy, everyone has that stage."

"Uhh, let's just hope it's not that."

"Want me to investigate?"

"We shouldn't invade his privacy."

"Dickhead, you wanna know what he is doing or not?

"Yeah, but….."

"You wanna know right, so no buts!" Dick still felt like he should not do it. "See, take it like you're saving your little bro from danger. Maybe it's Talia again. Maybe he is a clone. Maybe he is doing something illegal. So don't worry and feel sad 'kay?"

"Okay."

So Jason searched, he searched his room, bathroom, under his bed just what was left was his closet, and he didn't want to open it. What? He respects people's privacy, he knows how bad he will feel if someone invaded his privacy. Still, he opened the door of his closet and what he found was something he will never forget.

That person is a Blackpink stan! The fuck! How does he even know what it is!? Is he finally growing up!?

Whatever if Damian thought it was good he had to give it a try. Maybe he will like it. Damian rarely thought anything was nice.

He didn't tell anyone what he found. He just told them to dump their concern out of the window and that he is totally not hiding anything.

So, Jason did, he gave it a try. And honestly, he thought it was adequate…… okay, find, he loved it! But, can you blame him? Dude, they are so amazing, their voices are so bold and so are their dances! He is in love with that band. He could listen to it for hours without getting bored.

Now, Dick was concerned, Damian was still hiding something. Yeah, he was hiding something, no matter what Jason says. And Jason was also acting weird, yeah, he didn't live with them in the manor, but he checks up on him regularly. What? You can't blame him for caring! And not only him, even Tim felt something was fishy.

So, he did what any big brother would do. He interrogated him.

"Okay Damian, you're hiding something. Don't try to deny it, I know you are."

"-TT- I am not hiding anything, Grayson. Now let me go!"

"No can do little D, you haven't answered my questions yet."

"I already told you I am not hiding anything! Don't you get it!?"

"Damian I am your big brother, I would know if you are hiding something."

"If my words are not comprehensible for your small brain, let me break it down. I. Am. Not. Hiding. ANYTHING."

Dick sighed "Guess I will have to use my special trick."

"What special trick?" Damian asks a little wary but doesn't let it show because emotions are a weakness and blah blah blah.

"I am going to give you a last chance if you can find out for yourself."

"My answer will not change. No matter how many times you ask me."

"Okay well, you forced me." Dick runs towards Damian ready in a stance "1, 2, 3 and here comes the tickle train!!" Damian tried to run away but Dick was faster and caught him and started to tickle him.

"Grayson…. let….. me…. go….. at…..once." Damian said between laughs

"What are you saying Lil'd, I can't understand you~"

"Grayson…. Leave me!!"

"Whaaaat?~" Dick has the audacity to look innocent, just you wait, there will be consequences for your little stunt and they would be bad. Damian just laughed and laughed trying to grab his dagger or anything that will get him rid of this, but Dick was smarter and already took all of his weapons, How and when? Only he knows that.

Bruce and Alfred passed the room and smiled seeing them behave like normal kids. They didn't know the truth.

"Grayson...... if you…..if you……. don't unhand….. me at onc……. once….. you'll…...you'll regret it!"

"Not until you tell me what you're hiding~"

"F….fine."

"Good." Dick got up from him but still kept a hold on him so he can't run away or try to hurt him. "So, you gonna tell me, whatcha hidin'?"

"I-I….." Damian started to think of an excuse that would let him free ".......do drugs."

"No you don't." Dick wasn't even shocked, if he was being honest he was expecting it.

"Fine….." Damian grumbled "You remember that pink group you told me about?" Damian's face was red with embarrassment

"Blackpink?" Damian nodded "yeah, what about them?"

"I-I…...listen…..to it." Damian was now fully red

"Oh my god! Dames I am soooooo proud of you." Dick kissed Damian's cheek. To which Damian responded by trying to hit him.

"-TT- if this news is known to anyone else, I am gonna kill you."

"You can trust me with your secret Li'l D. No one's gonna know it."

-TT-

Dick went to one of Jason's safe houses to tell him that yeah, Damian was indeed hiding something. That he was NOT paranoid or crazy.

When he went inside, instead of Jason's annoyed voice what greeted him was music blasting from speakers. And it was not any normal music, it was BLACKPINK, so Jason knew what was Damian hiding.

"Jase!"

The music stopped in an instant. Trying to keep his voice leveled, but failing miserably Jason answered him "Yeah, what do you want Dickhead?"

"Come out please."

"Co-coming." Coming out he was greeted by Dick standing on at the gate with his arms folded and feet tapping.

"So, you knew?"

"Uhhh, knew what?" Jason tried to keep his cool and tried not to show his emotions on his face. Honestly, he was not doing so well. Considering the fact that he worked with BATMAN you would think he would be better at this.

"That Damian was hiding something."

"Yeah?"

"Oh Little wing." Dick unfolded his hands and went towards Jason "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to make fun of him or me." Jason moved his face to the side.

"Look at me." Jason looked at Dick's eyes and what he saw was comfort. "Do you really think I would make fun of you or Damian just because you like Blackpink. Hell! I am the one who introduced Damian to it!"

Jason wasn't honestly surprised. Damain would never hear their songs by himself. Smiling Dick kissed his forehead, which was a little farther than he could reach so he had to stand on his tippy toes.

"I would never make fun of you just because you like something. Okay?" His eyes told him that he was stating the truth. Nodding he backed off

"Okay, now tell me why you're here." He tried to keep his image as the emotionless asshole. Which Dick knew he wasn't, because Dick knew how you're feeling always, but at least he tried.

"Uhhh…..I honestly forgot. Anyway, do you have something to eat?" Chattering they went towards the kitchen.

There was peace, and it felt good.

#batfamily fluff #dick grayson is an amazing brother #k-pop craze #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #fluff #no angst #weird writings

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sunnydotflower · 4 years ago

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Fem! Harry Potter AU Headcanon no.3!!!!!

Jason Todd and Fem! HP

So, RH is out investigating these new reps from a company that W.E. is considering partnering with (the Batfam is happy and healthy and I will ignore anything else). The rep, a ‘Dursley’, had brought his wife and son along and after a week of schmoozing, has taken them for a week to Disneyworld. Weirdly, they kept the apartment they rented in Gotham tho. Suspicious. So RH is tasked with seeing what’s going on at the apartment.

At first, everything seems normal. A few things left and while certainly sleazy, RH cannot find anything more incriminating than (maybe) Dursley skimming from his own company. Until he goes to pass through the living room and is confronted by a tiny baby Fem! HP who has been left behind to sleep on the sofa while Dursley takes his family to Disneyworld. RH kinda bluescreens. Fem! HP is no older than eight, looks younger and has only ben left with a frozen loaf of bread and six eggs to survive on for the week.

She asks RH if he’s one of the bad people and there is this whole thing where she goes on how her Aunt and Uncle (!!!!!) say she is one of the bad kind. Obviously, RH is not comfortable leaving her alone and she does not want to leave. He ends up staying over night to keep an eye on her and when she finally falls asleep, he slips out of the house to change and pick up some groceries before returning.

Essentially, Jason kinda burrows himself into the apartment and takes care of this tiny baby. Fem! HP calls him Jayjay, and he buys her clothes (maybe season appropriate???) and takes her to the park, the zoo etc.

After a few days of this, the Batfamily notices that RH has not been seen on the streets and wonder what is going on. Batman (and maybe Nightwing as well???) track him down and get into the apartment. Except it’s not Jason who they run into, but Fem! HP who immediately sees a tall, dark moving shadow and starts screaming. Cue a lot of yelling and crying. After telling them off, Jason ends up calming down a crying Fem! HP who is wary but does not protest when these two new people join them for movie night. (Maybe she uses this to sneakily get Jason to order pizza for dinner.)

She falls asleep sprawled across Jason on the sofa and Bruce and Dick (Jason insisted they had to take the masks off at least) are just watching in shock/awe. It is as this point that Jason explains about her family. Bruce obvs immediately starts talking about lawyers and the foster system and Jason just shuts that down. He’s already decided. He’s gonna adopt her.

With the Wayne name and money, it takes a couple days to arrest the Dursley’s and have the adoption sorted. Fem! HP still calls him Jayjay (they’re not quite there yet) and she adores him and vice versa. They are always at least holding hands if Jason is not carrying this precious smol baby. The Batfamily kinda lose their collective minds because - tiny baby - must protect - buy all the toys. Weirdly, her favourite uncle is Damian who is ‘Uncle Dami’ and she follows him around like a duckling when they visit the manor.

Somehow, no one quite predicted how much Bruce would do a one-eighty. Bye-bye Brucie, hello doting grandpa who likes to carry his grandbaby around on his hip in the pretty tutu skirts her Aunt Cass buys her (her favourite outfit to wear are the tutu skirts, the handknitted jumpers from Great-Grandpa Alfred, and her warmest pair of leggings). He cries a lot in the first few weeks. Claims its allergies. No one believes him.

After a few months, everyone is settled quite happily into their new routine. Jason only part-times as RH now (she always has a babysitter - usually Babs or Dick - when he’s out) and works at the Wayne Foundation during the day. Bruce (along with Tim) picks up Damian and Fem! HP three times a week after school to take them for ice cream. Sunday dinners at the manor are mandatory.

One particular Sunday, Fem! HP is playing outside alone when two strangers (Dumbledore and Snape) turn up out of nowhere. She is wary (stranger danger!!) and when Dumbledore says she has to go with him, Fem! HP just turns around and screams “DADDY”.

Its the first time she has called Jason that and he drops a plate from where he was helping clean up. The whole family runs outside in fight mode because she is still screaming. Jason just picks her up and refuses to let go. He takes her inside and lets Bruce deal with this (Bruce who is halfway to calling Kal-El because no one touches his grandbaby). Dumbledore tries to convince them to give Fem! HP back to her aunt and uncle who have ‘mysteriously’ been cleared of charges. Magic is revealed and the so-called protection. Snape inevitably puts his foot in it and they are both ousted.

Bruce eventually calls in John Constantine and the whole Girl-Who-Lived spiel comes out. But it does not matter, because Fem! HP has her dad, her grandpa, great-grandpa, and army of aunts and uncles who would unravel the universe for her and certainly do not raise a child only to tell them they have to die when it best suits the cause. Instead she is loved and supported and obvs when everything goes down at Hogwarts (each year) they bring the wrath of the Bats and the Wayne’s to make it as safe as possible (after second year Lucius Malfoy is thrown off the board of governors and Babs takes his spot - she enjoys putting them all in their place).

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teentitanimals · 4 years ago

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Helena Kyle-Wayne History

The history of Helena Kyle-Wayne based on how I see her! Ties into this Events Timeline :) I might call this Batfam au Earth Never? Maybe? I’m kinda already attached to the name lol

Helena Martha Maria Wayne was born to Bruce Wayne, age 42, and Selina Kyle, age 45, on Earth Never-Two. Her grandfather Alfred Pennyworth was 67, her half-brother Damian Wayne was 13, her adopted brother Tim Drake was 21, her adopted brother and sister Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain were 24, and her adopted brother Dick Grayson was 29. Growing up she learned acrobatics from her eldest brother, how to hold a gun from Jason, how to be silent by her sister, hacking from Tim, animal taming and katana wielding from her favorite brother Damian, how to defend herself from her father, and how to be sneaky from her mother. Needless to say, from a young age, she was pretty skilled, and being raised in a house of detectives, them attempting to keep their secret lives as vigilantes from her didn’t work, as she knew about it from the age of 6 and onwards. By age 14, she became the new Robin under her father.

She was best friends with Kara Kent, aka Supergirl, who was a few years older than her, and Charles Bullock, aka Blackwing, who was also a few years older than her, and was an intern at the law firm created by her father, her eldest brother and a man named Arthur Cranston, aptly named the Cranston, Grayson and Wayne consumer research firm. The three made an excellent team, and were practically inseparable.

Aside from Kara and Charles, though, Helena greatly looked up to the woman who shared her name, Helena Bertinelli, aka the Huntress. This earned Helena the affectionate name of Little H, or Little Huntress, from Bertinelli and others. Helena as Robin often ended up shadowing Huntress more than Batman. She also got along really well with Charlotte “Charlie” Gage-Radcliffe, a young adult who was like a daughter to Bertinelli. It should be noted that the Birds of Prey never existed in this universe, and Barbara Gordon never became a superhero. In this universe, Charlie mimicked the identity of Huntress rather than Batgirl, before creating her own as Misfit. No Batgirls exist in this universe, but Stephanie Brown still became Spoiler- never Robin, Cassandra Cain simply became Black Bat and then Orphan, and Bette Kane never became a superhero, nor did Carrie Kelley, Tiffany Fox or Nell Little.

At one point, a man named Silky Cernak tried to blackmail and frame her mother for killing a cop as Catwoman, but with her and her family’s help, they cleared her name and revealed the truth, arresting Silky.

Eventually, when Helena was 16, a war against Apokoliptians, lead by Darkseid, started, which resulted in a war torn world. Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman were all killed during the war, as well as Tim Drake and Helena Bertinelli. Her family grieves them, and Dick takes up the mantle of Batman, and Damian makes his new superhero alias Redwing, a combination of Red Robin and Nightwing in honor of his brothers. Charlie became the new Huntress. By age 18, everything had way gotten worse, and Charlie was killed, and Selina soon followed. Helena then became Huntress, while Kara became Power Girl.

At age 20, she, Kara and Charles chased after someone who they assumed was Darkseid, but they would later find out was DeSaad. The trio attacked DeSaad, but in the process Helena entered a Boom Tube while Power Girl and Blackwing fought DeSaad. Helena would never know how the battle ended, though, as the Boom Tube sent her to Earth Never-Prime. She was stranded, and alone, in a world so similar to her own, but not war torn, and just slightly off. She was a Bat though, and she was well-trained. She laid low and studied the world, learning that Batman was still Bruce Wayne here- and that Bruce Wayne was still 42. And that she had never been (or simply yet to be) born, as Bruce and Selina were not even married like they were in her world, with Selina still acting as the criminal Catwoman. In this world, Darkseid had been defeated already.

She stole money from Wayne Enterprises to get by, just for meals, hotels, clean clothes, etc. Scrounging through Wikipedias can only get you so far, so she took to spying on her family and friends and other superheroes and... finds that she can’t handle it. For the most part, they look so happy. Yeah, Jason’s an asshole, and Damian’s so young and angst-y, but... They’re a family, not split by death and war. Every night, she seems to end up in tears, jealous of this world and wanting her world back- no, her family.

Her secrecy does not last long, as she can’t stop herself from jumping in to help her family (Batman, Robin, Nightwing) when they are attacked by the Joker. She attempts to run away after the battle, but her moves and tricks are the exact same as the Batfamily’s, so it ends up impossible for her to lose them. They interrogate her, and she ends up confessing she’s not from this universe. She tells them she’s a Huntress of another world, but not much else. They’re skeptical of her, seeing as the moves she used would indicate she was close enough to train under and with the Batfamily, so why would she be ‘a’ Huntress (of which they’ve only ever had one)? She asks if they could go to the Batcave or somewhere to talk, instead of staying out in the city. They agree, and ask her to lead them to the Batcave, which she does with ease.

There, she confesses more of her story, revealing she was the daughter of Selina and Bruce, and that Darkseid was currently waging war on her world- and winning. She allows them to run a DNA test on her, and the results match up. They believe her story. They offer to help her get back to her own world and also to house her while she’s here. She thanks them, and offers to help them patrol and protect Gotham in return.

Living in Wayne Manor was... weird, and more often than not she’d end up crashing at a hotel or something instead. Damian was 13, younger than her, and still very... well, Damian. And there was a kid that had never been apart of her family too, Duke Thomas, and also allies like Harper Row, Julia Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, etc... And it was weird living among, to her, ghosts. Zombies. Dead people. She was afraid to get attached to any of them, because they weren’t hers, and she’d go back home, where some were dead or dying, and she’d mourn them all over again. Not to mention, Tim was now only 1 year older than her, Jason and Cass 4, and Dick just 9 instead of 29.... And Dick was even married to an alien princess named Koriand’r aka Starfire- where he was Barbara’s boyfriend in Helena’s world- and they had a daughter named Mar’i. And Jason had adopted a girl named Sasha, aka Scarlet. And, also, perhaps this stung most, that her best friend was no longer the same age as Helena. Which meant that even if Helena had been born in this world, she wouldn’t have been Kara’s friend. And similar with Charles, who was a simple citizen in this world.

While talking to this world’s version of her mother, Selina reveals to her that a Helena had been born in this world, but her father was Sam Bradley Jr. (deceased), and she was born nine-ten years ago. Her name was Helena Kyle, but since Selina was under the alias Irena Dubrovna at the time, her legal name was Helena Dubrovna. She had brown hair and green eyes rather than the black hair and blue eyes Helena Wayne had. Helena is surprised to know of this universe ‘her’, although really it’s her other universe half-sister. She wants to meet her, but Selina explains to her that after the villains Film Freak and Angle Man kidnapped and harmed Helena Kyle, she, Zatanna, and Bruce faked Helena’s death (and Irena Dubrovna’s) and put her up for adoption. To make sure no one could ever find Helena via Selina, Selina choose not to know who adopted her (if she officially got adopted at all and was not still in an orphanage). Helena Wayne accepts this and understands her reasoning. Even she had been kidnapped plenty of times back in her home world, Earth Never-Two.

It’s a year of living like this. She talks with the Selina Kyle of this world, with Helena Bertinelli, with Zatanna Zatara, with everybody. She still closes herself off though, calling Bruce “Uncle Bruce” to distance him and her father in her mind. By the end of the year, a part of her realizes she’s never going back... and another part wonders why she would even want to. She could have happiness here. But, at the same time, to give up her friendships with Power Girl and Blackwing? (And what if they were dead by now?) It’s difficult, but finally, with the advice from her other universe family, she decides she wants to try making a life here, just in case she really never can go back. Of course, Bruce offers to adopt her, but Helena can’t bring herself to fully accept this world’s Bruce as her dad yet, nor could she handle being official, legal siblings with her brothers and sister. She still hasn’t adjusted to them, how they are now, how young they all are, how younger Damian is. If anything, she’s most okay with Duke Thomas, someone she had never met in her universe.

To her surprise, as they contemplate making her a fake civilian identity, Selina offers to adopt Helena. Helena, after thinking it over, accepts. She would not have as much hounding from the press, from the media, from the public, as she would if she was adopted into the Waynes. She would not have to deal with the weirdness that was her alternate universe siblings as much, living with Selina. (Not that she needed to live with Selina, she was 21, after all, but Selina had told her that she was welcome to crash in her house anytime- an offer she often took up on when the Manor was stressing her out.) Selina was still a criminal in this universe, but she only robbed banks from time to time, really, nothing major, and she was slowly becoming more hero and ally than superthief by the time Helena had come to this world. Selina had been dead for only 2 years to Helena, while Bruce had been for 4 years, and had died when Helena was young and not used to death. Bruce’s death had a bigger impact on her (alongside Tim and Bertinelli’s), but with Selina, it was easy to imagine she had simply been gone for two years.

So, Helena became Helena Martha Maria Kyle, adopted daughter of Selina Kyle. She slowly built herself a civilian life, working for a law firm under Wayne Enterprises in honor of her friend Charles and his job. And a superhero life, too, as the Huntress. Of course, since Bertilleni was also known as the Huntress, Helena often went by Little Hunt. They called her Little H and Little Huntress at first, but it reminded her too much of her old world, that she requested they use Little Hunt instead. It was similar, of course, but just different enough. Just like this world was compared to hers.

She worked solo, with Catwoman, with the Batfamily, and with the Birds of Prey mostly. It was a challenge, she would say, to adapt back into the old rules of “No Killing”... It’s a dark secret of hers that she became more ruthless ever since the death of her father, blood soaking her hands. But she was almost relieved to be back to No Killing- as, to her, it meant no war. No death. No pain.

Catwoman seemed to reform completely right alongside her, and the day Bruce proposed to Selina, Helena couldn’t be more happier. She was finally ready to be officially apart of the Waynes again. Selina married Bruce, and Helena took on the Wayne name, becoming Helena Martha Maria Kyle-Wayne, loud and proud. It was weird, but somehow she got used to Damian being younger- and boy did she discover how fun it was to tease him. And alongside that, she got two new younger sisters too, in the form of Carrie Kelley and Alina Shelley-Wayne. Her family, she will say, was much, much more bigger than it had ever been in her own world.

Eventually, as years passed, she found herself more attached to this world than her war torn world. She often wonders, if given the chance, would she still choose to go back to her old world, her old family? It’s a question she can never answer. And one she might not have too, as the Kara of Earth Never-Two would eventually find a way onto Earth Never-One.

Name: Helena Martha Marie Kyle-Wayne

Gender: Female (She/her)

Parents: Bruce Wayne (Biological father; legal step-father), Selina Kyle (Biological mother; legal adopted mother)

Adoptive Step-Siblings: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Alina Wayne

Half-Siblings: Helena Kyle (Current name unknown), Damian Wayne

Adoptive Step-Nieces and Nephews: Sasha Todd, Mar’i Grayson, Jake Grayson, John Grayson II (on Earth Never-Two only)

Hair Color: Black

Hair Length: Long

Eye Color: Blue

Aliases: Robin, the Huntress

Nicknames: Helly, Hel, 'Lena, Hello Kitty, Little H, Little Huntress, Little Hunt

Robin Run: 4 years

Huntress Run: 4 years and ongoing

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monkeebratz · 5 years ago

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Marinette’s Bio!Dad = Bruce Wayne AU

okay so the premise is Marinette is like. 14? 15? MAYBE 16 but not quite. But basically Marinette defeats Hawkmoth, gets all the Miraculi, is officially the guardian, but Lila is still herself. Tom and Sabine of course, notice this, and ask Marinette if she’d like to go visit her bio!dad in gotham over the summer to get away from Paris and maybe relax a little bit. Have a change of scenery.

(OR you have the ingredibly sad au where Tom and Sabine are in some kind of accident and Marinette gets the horrible surprise of being shipped off to Gotham after the end of the year to Bruce who was vaguely aware of her? And then NOBODY’S happy but I kinda prefer the Marinette knew she had a different bio!dad but they hadn’t really talked but getting to know him AND getting away from such a toxic environment.)

Anyway.

Marinette goes to Gotham and is very, very sad, bc she has few friends and there’s lots of rumors about her at school and she’s just. Tired. She’s heard Gotham is, well, gothic, and pretty enough in its own way and she’s pretty excited to see it.

The Boys have been having a debate on if their newest sibling will be a little demon like Damian or a sweet little angel, they just don’t know. (I am very unfamiliar with most of the robins and their history, forgive me, i just want Sibling Shenanigans.) And then there’s Marinette who’s incredibly nervous about meeting her brothers, she has no idea what to do with so many siblings all of a sudden. She’s a super anxious bean about it.

Also Marinette knows who Alfred is? bc fuck you, there should have been more Marianne, so in this au, Alfred, Marianne, and Fu worked for the resistance during the French Occupation and kicked ass using the Miraculi (Alfred with the Peacock, Marianne with the Ladybug, and Fu with the Black Cat). So she meets him and is just super honoured to meet him? Bruce is confused but its nice to know Marinette has at least one person she’ll be reletively comfortable with. Alfred is thrown this baby is the Guardian and the Ladybug and while its nice to know his friends are doing well, there’s a lot to catch up on. Cue him having a lot and overdue talk with Fu on the phone where he and Marianne drag Fu for giving this responsibility to a fucking child. A CHILD FU. NO I DON’T CARE IF YOU WERE A CHILD TOO THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT OKAY! (How did the Peacock Miraculous get lost? Idk a fight with the Nazi’s probably, I can’t know everything right off the bat.)

Anyway, she gets there and is the sweet little angel she is and The Boys are just. Thrown. She’s so sweet. Little do they know, she could kill them all with her little finger. She also can feel there’s something off about Jason? Bc wtf he should be dead but he’s alive, Tikki, please, an explanation? The Boys are themselves and Marinette is pretty overwhelmed and tired and there’s the promise of sibling bonding over the summer.

Yadda yadda, Marinette volunteers at Arkham bc she can’t stand the thought of not at least trying to help, she’s a hero after all. And she’s used to villains who are also the victims and to everyone’s surprise she’s fine? A lot of the patients there like her a lot bc she doesn’t treat them like villains outright, tho she is like. Super cautious. Mamam didn’t raise no fool. The batfamily is screaming internally.

Also Alfred get the (now healed) Peacock miraculous and basically gets to hang out with his old friend. Also he Knows All and finds that this whole family is full of hero’s absolutely hilarious.

The Batfam also being under the impression that Marinette is some kind of meta, bc she’s like. ridiculously strong and lucky and so on and they don’t mention it but they like. Think they know what’s going on. Spoiler alert, they don’t.

There will eventually be a reveil with many jokes about “ladybirds” (seriously why wasn’t marinette called ladybird when that’s the european term for ladybugs i’ll never know but ANYWAY) and birds and bats and you get the idea.

Also I want Marinette and Kagami to be friends so there’s an obligatory fencing competition where Kagami and Damien fight and there are many emotions from the girls. Also Kagami still has the dragon miraculous and threatens the whole Wayne family with murder should they hurt her in any way, shape, or form. Everyone’s a tiny bit scared. Marinette please. Why are your friends like this?

Actually, all of Marinette’s friends make an appearance. And by friends I mean, Kitty Section, Adrien, Kagami, and Chloe. Who got some actually fucking character development and is TRYING TO BE A GOOD PERSON. Also everyone’s wise to Lila’s lies so they’re aware she’s a piece of shit. They’ll fight for their friend. We stan one girl in this house.

Also there’s no like. ships? maybe vague hinting at ships but none outright bc the focus of this is really just family relations and having a good support system and how you shouldn’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. especially as a child. bc fuck you, they’re all children. babies. for fucks sake. Marinette’s good at what she does but LET HER REST.

(Also I haven’t seen the season finale so please, no spoilers. just. let me have this.)

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#miraculous ladybug #batman #maribat #biological father bruce wayne #marinette dupain cheng #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #miraculous ladybug au #ml au #batman au #i just wanted to get this out there while it was on my brain (and i'm vaguely tipsy) so here you go #batfam #this is literally just my ramblings please ignore me

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batboysandgirls · 5 years ago

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Tim Drake x Reader - Explosions And Other Saturday Morning Activities - PART 4 - FINALE!

PART ONE HERE, PART TWO HERE, and PART THREE HERE! Title: Explosions And Other Saturday Morning Activities - PART 3 Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: You’ve made it out of Black Mask’s lair alive, and it’s time for you to have dinner with the batclan, including Bruce Wayne himself (who you still can hardly believe is Batman). After the dinner, you know you’ll have to decide to make your move with Tim... or let him go. But you’re not one to give up easily! Notes: Canon-typical descriptions of violence and injuries. Words: 5.4k Taglist: @silentwhispofhope, @ashfromthesol, @oh-no-my-ravioli, @katelynkargol, @rhymeswithrason, @grincheveryday, @ivysfaves, @hanliz2211

You awoke in a very nice bed that was not your own. You should be terrified, but the well of terror in your heart was empty. Now, you were just tired.

You slowly sat up. You were wearing a silk white nightgown, which might be the softest thing you’ve ever worn. You were also laying a king sized bed, which might be the first time you’ve ever had a king sized bed to yourself. It was a large bedroom, sparsely decorated. There was an empty desk, a mostly empty bookshelf, and a dresser. The dresser was against the far wall, and you could see your clothes folded and washed on top of it. To your left, there was a set of glass doors leading to a balcony. They let in an enormous amount of light, making the whole room bright. It almost seemed like a dream, although you were pretty sure you were awake.

Looking around, nothing had clicked for you as to where you were, but, somehow, you felt pretty safe. At this point, if someone was going to kill you, they probably would have succeeded.

You swung your legs over the size of the bed, and there was your phone on a side table. You almost reached to check your messages, but you didn’t. Instead, you walked out to the balcony. The wind blew gently, and you took in the view of beautiful gardens. You didn’t seem Gotham, and you couldn’t even hear it… had to be pretty far out from the city.

Huh. Maybe this was a dream. Or, since you were all in white, was it… no. No, no, no.

(You probably weren’t dead! You’d know! Right? You’d know if this was the afterlife… right?)

You turned back to the inside, and there was Tim standing in the doorway. OH! Thank goodness. Tim was here… okay, so this must be Wayne Manor. Pretty house, pretty gardens, way outside of the city proper. Made some sense. Still not sure how you got here, but that wasn’t much of a concern.

(You weren’t dead! Hooray!)

“Tim,” you said, your voice coming out a little soft and a little hoarse.

“How are you feeling? I was afraid you’d wake up confused about where you were.” He walked over next to you, and you smiled.

“I first thought this all might be a dream. Then, I thought I might be dead and this is what happens after.”

Tim raised his eyebrows, alarm on his face, and you laughed.

“But I saw you and thought—that’s right, Tim lives in a mansion outside of Gotham. I’m alive.” Tim looked like he was about to apologize, and you shook your head. “No, no. That’s just how my brain works. I assume you guys took me back with you after you stopped Black Mask?”

“Yeah. They were going to drop you at your apartment unconscious. You passed out from exhaustion and stress apparently. But I said you were my girlfriend, and they let me and Bruce take you home with us.”

“Do you think the police officers had read the Buzzfeed article?”

Tim smiled. “Well, one officer giggled as I explained so I think she might have.”

“Our accidental celebrity relationship coming in handy, for once.”

“For once.”

The conversation lulled, and you found yourself gazing at Tim unabashedly. He was looking out over the back gardens, thoughtfully. He was so handsome, it was really unfair. All you wanted to do was to have him hold you, to run your hand through his hair, to tell him how incredible he is. But it wasn’t really the time. And though you were pretty sure Tim did like you a tad, you weren’t sure if he was thinking of anything serious. Fate had drawn you together once, and you’d been tangled together since then.

You were hoping the Black Mask incident would be the last of your brushes with Gotham’s heroes and villains, but your heart ached a bit at the odds that meant this would be the last of your brushes with one Tim Drake. Would Tim really be interested in a random intern who had a few freakish experiences that drew you closer to him? Would he have any free time to dedicate to a girlfriend totally divorced from his duties helping run Wayne Enterprises and from crime fighting? Probably not…

For now, though, you took in Tim standing before you. You let that be enough.

Tim finally turned to you.

“Well, I know Alfred’s made an amazing brunch for you. You should eat something. Then, you can just relax until we have dinner tonight.”

Dinner. Right. Dinner where Bruce Wayne, Batman, which is still weird, will tell you not to reveal the whole Batfamily’s secret identities and probably terrify you in the process. You should be worrying about that. Instead, you’re caught on something else.

“Alfred?”

“Alfred is the family butler, but he’s more than just that. He is family.”

You nodded and slowly realized how hungry you were. “Does he, um. Does he make good pancakes?”

Tim grinned from ear to ear. “The best.”

✹ ✹

“Maybe I was wrong earlier,” you said, mouth full of chocolate chip pancake, “Maybe I did actually die and this is some sort of heaven.”

“Wait, you thought you died?” asked Dick Grayson, eldest Wayne child and also Nightwing. Of all the superhero identity matching you’d done in your head, that was a no brainer. The butts were basically identical.

“A death joke! She’ll fit right in,” Jason said. Jason Todd, second Wayne child, also the Red Hood. Just from this pancake brunch, he quickly was becoming your favorite after Tim.

(You weren’t sure what he meant by the death joke, but you smiled anyway. That seemed to make him even more on your side.)

The youngest child, Damian, didn’t say anything to you, other than a few displeased huffs. Odds were he was Robin.

Cassandra, who was around Tim’s age to your understanding, didn’t say much either to you, but her eyes and smiles were endlessly kind. You weren’t sure of her identity… maybe she was just a normal person. That would be lovely.

(Tim told you that Duke, another brother a couple years younger than him, was out “on patrol,” which meant that he was probably the Signal. The lone daytime bat. Wild.)

Bruce Wayne did not appear at brunch, but that was probably for the best. You needed to work up the emotional strength to face Batman’s scrutiny tonight.

Alfred was working on that by fueling you with pancakes and calling you “Miss _____.” You called him “Mr. Pennyworth,” and he kind of seemed offended by the formality—but you didn’t give in.

Tim was definitely watching you the whole meal, amused and a little pleased. It was nice to know someone was paying attention to you, and nicer still to be able to tell they liked what they saw. You regaled the group with a humorous retelling of the Wayne Tower accident, as well as some weird encounters you’d had as an intern.

After brunch, you returned to the room you’d been in, getting dressed in your somewhat tattered clothes from the previous evening. You looked in the mirror, a little disappointed.

No, it wasn’t any insecurity about your body. You thought you looked pretty good, generally speaking. It was just that you looked more put together in the nightgown these people provided than in your own clothes. There were a lot of holes and tears in the fabrics from the glass exploding onto you. You hadn’t gone ham on your outfit with a pair of scissors for fun, but it kinda seemed that way.

Someone knocked at the door. You poked your head out and saw Cassandra standing there, holding a box.

“Hello,” you said, poking your head out.

“Hi,” she said, before handing it over to you. “Alfred made these. Adjusted my old things. Should fit.”

“Oh! Thank you! Currently, my clothes are a bit, uh, compromised.”

Cass just smiled with a nod and vanished down the hall. You put on the clothes and were delighted they fit perfectly. Did Alfred take your measurements when you were brought to Wayne Manor? That was a little weird, but very helpful. It was just a simple black sweater and a pair of jeans. No holes or rips or tears! And you looked good. Perfect. You wanted to look nice for this dinner, so you could come across as professional. Someone to be trusted with the batfamily’s secret identities.

(Not for Tim. No, certainly not to look good for Tim. Mhmmm. Nope.)

You spent the following few hours getting a tour of the Manor from Tim, who did compliment your outfit, which was not notable or anything, and just hanging out with him and his siblings playing Scrabble. The tour was cool, and Tim only blanched once when you asked where they kept all the bat stuff.

(“Um, Bruce didn’t kill me for having you find out my identity, but if I showed you the Batcave, he’s definitely freak.”

“So it’s a cave? Must be under the house then. That’s pretty sweet.”

“...”

“Is that aspect a secret?”

“Just don’t tell him you know that.”)

As you walked the Manor and played in a Scrabble tournament with the Wayne children, your eyes kept meeting Tim’s. You would both look away, but it was never long before you found the other’s gaze again. It made your heart weirdly full but also made you weirdly nervous.

(This dinner is the last thing directly tying you to Tim. It’s why you got lunch and the whole dating rumor started. After Bruce Wayne gets his say with you, Tim doesn’t have a reason to reach out to you. You could reach out to him, start something more, but does he want that? That look when his bright blue eyes find yours… you hope it’s not wishful thinking to imagine he wants that.)

Duke showed up midway through the Scrabble tournament, but he got to join in.

“It’s round-robin style,” Tim explained as he spelled out l-u-n-a-r off your r-a-t-i-o, “You can join in with whoever finishes next.”

“Only Dick and I made jokes about the fact Robin is literally in the name of the playstyle, if you’d like to immediately hop on that train while you wait,” you added.

Duke laughed at that, and you definitely liked this kid, too. Honestly, other than Damian being a little stuffy, this strange hodge-podge superhero family was quite wonderful.

Tim and Jason won the tournament, tied for most wins. Then Damian, then you, then Duke, then Dick, and then Cass.

“Words are hard,” Cass concluded as you all packed up the boards, and you couldn’t agree more.

“Dinner is about to be served,” Alfred said, stopping in the doorway. “If you all would please head to the dining room.”

You felt yourself tense up a bit at that announcement, and, suddenly, Tim was right next to you. He put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a little squeeze.

“It’s going to be fine. Our secret identities are much less secret than Bruce wants, but there’s not much he can do about you knowing.”

(You felt more tense about this dinner being over and having no excuses to see Tim than the actual meal itself. But that’d be a bit odd to tell him that, probably.)

✹ ✹

Dinner began uncomfortably normally. After you and the rest of the batkids sat down, Bruce Wayne entered and sat at the head of the table. Everyone went quiet as he took his seat, and then he smiled at you.

“Hello, _____. It’s wonderful to finally meet you. How are you?”

This was not the “attempt to reveal our identities and we’ll make your life hell” angle you were expecting.

“I’m, um,” you said, “I’m quite well. I slept great here.”

“I’m glad. It’s been a stressful week, hasn’t it?”

You found yourself laughing a bit too loud and too long at that. When you realized everyone was staring at you—

(Facial expressions. Dick: “oh god, Bruce.” Jason: “lmao.” Tim: “BRUCE THAT IS THE UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR.” Cass: “The shirt really does look lovely.” Duke: “Don’t smile, it’s not that funny, don’t do it, Duke.” Damian: “Ugh.”)

—you closed your mouth.

“Um, yes. Very stressful. I’m honestly looking forward to doing intern-y stuff again, without my life being threatened.”

“Would you mind reminding me what your internship is like?”

So you began to explain your Wayne Enterprises internship to Bruce Wayne, which was very strange. He was paying attention as you explained, asking some questions here and there. Alfred brought out the first course, which was tomato and cheese soup, and, by the time everyone had finished it, you had exhaustively detailed your intern duties. You snuck a glance over at Tim as Alfred took away your soup bowl and placed down the main entrée, fettuccine alfredo with chicken. You were afraid he’d look bored or worried, but he had an easy smile on his face, almost like you were a good dream he was having. That made your heart flutter a bit.

You fiddled with your pasta a moment before looking up to Bruce.

“Mr. Wayne, are we going to talk about the whole Batman thing, or…?”

You could see Tim’s easy smile fade a bit, and the table instantly became a bit more tense. Bruce’s gaze was a little heavier now, and you held up your hands.

“Look, I don’t want to cause any problems. I do not want to get involved in what is your little family activity. I won’t tell anyone your secret identities. I’m not even sure of Cass’s alter ego, honestly, but the rest of you—my lips are sealed.

“I guess I was thinking this dinner was going to be you grilling me on how important it is to keep all this secret and threatening to, like, pull my life apart if I try to tell someone.

“And I’m glad you haven’t done that! Don’t get me wrong. But, uh. I was a little puzzled,” you finished.

Bruce Wayne put down his utensils. He didn’t look angry, but he did look firm.

“_____, I want to make it very clear that, while I expect you to keep our vigilantism a secret, I invited you to dinner primarily as thanks for your help at Wayne Tower. My only plan to mention keeping our identities a secret was to take you aside before you left, after dinner, and remind you of that. I would not threaten you or your life in any way.”

“Oh. Right...” was all you managed before looking sheepishly at your fettuccine. You felt like the limp noodles before you.)

“I understand why you thought that. The safety of my family is more important to me than any secret identity. We’ve lost people before in this line of work—”

(You tried not to think of being eleven years old and hearing Robin had died on the news. You tried not to remember being, what, fourteen, fifteen, and seeing the report that the female Robin seemed to have died in the huge gang wars. Most clearly, you tried to not see the footage of the current Robin, his body bloodied, impaled a year or two ago. Someone draping a blanket over him, and the reporter choking up on camera. You tried not to think of those images. You tried, and tried, and failed.)

“—and the most important thing to me in all of this is that Tim is alive because of you. And I might have lost that fight with Black Mask save Nightwing and Robin coming to help. We owe you a debt, as does Gotham.”

For the second time in the past twenty four hours, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You sniffed and wiped them away, chuckling a little to yourself.

“Can I ask you something, Mr. Wayne?”

“Anything.”

You looked at him, his eyes cool like steel. Set, determined. “Does it ever go away?” you asked.

“Does what go away?” Bruce didn’t even look confused or unimpressed at your remark, just ready to answer once he understood.

(You squeezed your hands together. You could feel the scars from that day at Wayne Tower. The superficial burns were not fully healed, they probably wouldn’t be for months. And after you’d have these swaths of skin on your hands that were wrinkled, lighter or darker than the rest of your hands. And you were going to see those scars every day. For the rest of your life.)

You hoped he would understand. “The fear. The weight. Of all of it. Of everything.”

“No. You can’t stop being afraid, and you can’t ignore the trauma and the pain you’ve experienced,” Bruce said. “But you can, and you will, heal. You’ll learn to not let fear rule you. To accept your past and your pain, to know how to think about it and feel about it without being sucked in.”

(You wondered how much he was speaking to your experience, and how much he was speaking for himself.)

“It’s not easy, it’s not linear. But you’ll get there. With people who care about you supporting you. And if you ever need anything, and I truly mean it, anything, you let us know. Because we will help you too.”

You weren’t sure when you started crying as he spoke, but you were also smiling.

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne,” you said, voice only a little hampered by the tears.

Bruce Wayne smiled at you. Batman smiled at you. “Call me Bruce.”

✹ ✹

You were thirteen years old. You were walking in the Downtown Plaza after getting pizza for dinner with some friends. The entrance to the Downtown metro stop was maybe two hundred yards away when a storefront across the street exploded, as did a couple other buildings around the Plaza. Oh. Oh no. A bunch of gunmen ran out from it, grabbing people. There was screaming and dust and smoke and you tripped on something and there’s a man grabbing your arm—

Someone takes your other arm, grabbing your hand, pulling you away from the man as a silver stick (?) came down hard on the man’s shoulder. You leapt back, a vice grip on the person who pulled you away. When you turned to see who it was, you almost jumped again.

Robin—the newest Robin, he’d only been spotted a few times—was holding your hand in his left hand, and a bo staff in his right. The man who’d been after you was collapsed on the ground in front of you, and Robin, without letting go of your hand, tied the guy’s hands. He collapsed the staff, stuck it on his belt, pulled out some kind of little cord which snapped around the guy’s wrists automatically. Woah.

“Hold on, I’m getting you out of here.” He put an arm around your waist, and grabbed a grapple gun from his belt. You had no idea how he could see, but suddenly you were flying through the cloud of smoke. Then, you burst out of the smoke and you landed on the edge of this dust cloud.

“T-thank you,” you managed to say. Robin grinned at you. He looked like he was almost having fun. You guessed that made sense—superheroes liking superheroing!

“No problem. You aren’t hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m—” you gasped as you saw a silhouette in the smoke, towering over Robin’s figure. “LOOK OUT, ROBIN!”

Robin heeded your warning just in time, ducking down as a man swung a metal bat right where his head had been. His reach was so wide it passed a few inches in front of your nose. You leapt back as the man stepped out of the smoke, and you watched as Robin managed to strike him with the bo staff. However, this guy was huge, must be close to seven feet tall, way bigger than the guy who grabbed you earlier. He grimaced a bit as he got hit, but it was going to take a lot to knock the guy out. The tight frown on Robin’s face seemed to confirm that was the case.

Since the giant man was occupied with Robin, you looked around behind you to see if there was anything you might be able to grab to defend yourself. Or… well, that seemed incredibly dangerous.

(But this all was pretty dangerous already, wasn’t it? What’s a little more?)

There was a shattered piece of concrete a few feet away. A piece of rebar from inside it had broken off. You grabbed it, and there was the man’s back, turned towards you. Well, shoot your shot.

You swung the stick right into the man’s groin, and, WOW, that man screamed. The metal bat clattered to the ground. Robin did some super fast jabs, and the guy collapsed.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“I’m very grateful you did,” Robin said, “But I should go rescue other people.”

“Yeah, no—I mean, no, or when—you—that’s probably—uh, yes,” you struggled to get out. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Um, yes. You should.”

(Not that it really mattered, but GOODNESS, could your brain work for this once? So you don’t sound like an inarticulate rebar-wielding madwoman? Particularly in front of a very cool superhero? PLEASE!)

Robin smiled at you throughout your efforts to agree with him, taking his grapple gun out again.

“Wait,” you said, taking his hand once more, “I just—thank you.”

He gave your hand a friendly squeeze. “Of course. Thank you.” Then he let go and grappled off, waving to you as he re-entered the cloud of dust and vanished from your sight.

You felt a little star struck after all that, but you turned away from the cloud and started to walk home. Life goes on.

✹ ✹

It had been a week since the dinner, and you hadn’t spoken to Tim. He dropped you home after you finished eating, and you desperately wanted to ask him if he would like to go out sometime or if he wanted to get lunch with you again. Instead, you said “Thank you” as the two of you exchanged very intense eye contact. You didn’t see Tim at work, either, which was to be expected… Different floors and all.

(It didn’t stop a part of you from being disappointed.)

You had tried for an hour to go to sleep and failed. You mind was too awake. It was a relatively nice evening out, so, at one in the morning, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and went up to the roof of the intern housing. The roof door was always open, and you let out an impressed breath as you took in the view.

Old Gotham was one of the prettiest areas in the whole city. Wayne Tower, the Clocktower, the city cathedral, the GCPD headquarters… all within your sight. You pulled the blanket a little tighter. There was the distant wail of sirens, music from a club a few blocks away, but it still seemed quiet somehow.

(You knew why you were up here. You knew. Silly, stupid, and deeply sad.)

You didn’t see anybody, didn’t hear anybody distinctly.

(There was a part of you that thought, maybe, he’d happen to be swinging past your building, that Red Robin would stop as soon as he saw you. He’d rush up to you and hug you tight. It would be nice.)

You pulled out your phone. Opened your messages. Scrolled for a second to find who you were looking for. It was worth a try, right?

You This is random but

You If you happen to be near Old Gotham tonight, I’m on my apartment’s rooftop

You I’d say I was stargazing or something but we live in a city, and I’m just staring into space and thinking

You Couldn’t sleep

You So if you want a break and some company, I’m around

You watched your screen for a second, eager to see if you could see the little “Tim-Drake Wayne is typing…” message to pop up. It didn’t, not even after two minutes of staring as if you could will it into existence. You put your phone away and just looked out again. In many ways, Gotham was an objectively terrible place to live. Like, you know, your workplace exploding and being kidnapped. You’d always dreamt of moving away after college. To another city. Maybe Metropolis, New York City, Boston—somewhere. But moments like these, alone on a Gotham rooftop with the city’s lights all around you, made you want to stay. It was home, after all.

“Can I join in the art of staring into space?” a voice said from behind you. You turned around and couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across your face at the sight of Tim.

“Oh, certainly!” you said. Tim sat down next to you, removing his mask. He looked tired, weary.

“Long night?” you asked.

“Yup. Two burglaries, a mugging, and a bomb defusal. All in an evening’s work,” Tim said, rubbing his eyes. “You texted at the right time. I needed a break.”

“Are most nights like this?”

“No. Well, I don’t always patrol. Sometimes I sit in the cave and work on a case, or I go out but just look for evidence. That’s usually a little less hectic. But when I’m out stopping crime normally, today is pretty par for the course.”

“When do you sleep?” you asked, and you raised your eyebrows as he started to chuckle.

“Sleep is… not a thing I do with much regularity. I try to get four hours in between patrol and waking up. Sometimes, if I’m really exhausted, I take a nap later in the day. It depends.”

“That’s deeply concerning,” you said in response, and Tim shrugged.

“Yeah, I know. It’s on my to do list. ‘Get a normal sleep schedule.’”

“‘Save Gotham (ongoing),’ ‘Get a normal sleep schedule,’ ‘Run a multi-billion dollar corporation…’ What don’t you do, Tim?” you said with a smile. “My to do list is currently ‘My laundry’ and ‘Intern stuff.’”

“There is one thing I meant to do that I haven’t,” Tim replied. You waited for about ten seconds, and he didn’t elaborate. Um. Weird.

“Uh, what would that be?” you prompted. Tim looked… nervous? He was looking at you, and something in his gaze made the whole situation feel a little less goofy and a little more intimate.

“‘Kiss _____,’” he finally said. “That was the last thing.”

You smiled, and then you leaned in and kissed him. At first, you just gave him a quick kiss, pulling back to see his slightly surprised but delighted face. Then, he pulled you closer to him and you kissed again. And again. And again. You ran your fingers through his hair, and his hands traveled down your back to your waist. You were acutely aware of just how strong this boy was when your hands danced across his chest. He was wearing this armored suit and still. Like, damn. You could feel that muscle. The boy was as kind as he was smart as he was ripped, and he was making out with you.

(This was even better than your fantasies. Real life is better. Who knew?)

You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat there, letting out what could only be described as an enormous amount of romantic tension, but eventually, you stopped making out. You just leaned your head on Tim’s shoulder as he wrapped your blanket around him as well.

If you looked closely, you could see the sixth floor of Wayne Tower across the street, where you’d stumbled upon an unconscious Red Robin about two weeks ago. That day had ended with you both covered in dirt and blood leaning against each other. With the stars above and blanket around you both, you had to say you preferred this current arrangement.

“Hey, Tim.”

“Hey, _____.”

“I really, really like you.”

“I really, really like you too.”

✹ ✹

bzfd.it/TimWayneGF-proof-twitter PROOF! Tim Wayne IS Going Out With That Intern, And She Pulls No Punches

Despite repeated denials of a relationship, Tim Drake-Wayne, adopted son of Bruce Wayne and the crush of many young Gothamites, is definitely going out with Wayne Enterprises intern, _____ ______. In an amusing tweet, ______ confirmed their relationship.

_______ @_______ me: should I say something about the #timistaken now that we’re actually going out tim: why me: because I’ve had so many things I wanted to tweet that involve you but couldn’t bc we weren’t public tim: sure I guess tim: wait what are you going to tweet 4:29 PM • 7/26/__ 5K Retweets 20.2K Likes

But that’s old news now. What’s fun to watch is her interactions with Drake-Wayne on Twitter. Let’s just say she’s enjoying her newfound public presence.

_______ @_______ guys @timdrakewayne keeps a skateboard in his office at wayne enterprises and has used it to get across the street to get lunch four times this week 5:31 PM • 7/29/__ 7.1K Retweets 30.2K Likes __________ @_______ Replying to @_______ the cafe we eat lunch at is 180 feet away from wayne tower. he uses. the skateboard. EVERY 👏 SINGLE 👏 TIME 👏 5:31 PM • 7/29/__ 896 Retweets 10.2K Likes

_______ @_______ me, frantically googling this morning: “should I be worried or endeared when my boyfriend texts me the title of a book he thinks I’ll like at 3:06 am” 8:02 PM • 8/3/__ 1.1K Retweets 10.6K Likes __________ @_______ Replying to @_______ Both? Both. Both is good. 8:02 AM • 8/3/__ 302 Retweets 3.3K Likes

Tim Drake-Wayne @timdrakewayne I feel like twitter was a kinder place for me before my girlfriend started exposing me on main 11:03 AM • 8/5/__ 5.1K Retweets 32.6K Likes __________ @_______ Replying to @timdrakewayne @ me next time 11:15 AM • 8/5/__ 6.1K Retweets 15.8K Likes __________ @_______ Replying to @timdrakewayne also 11:15 AM • 8/5/__ 321 Retweets 5.2K Likes __________ @_______ Replying to @timdrakewayne I love you 11:15 AM • 8/5/__ 7.5K Retweets 16.8K Likes

They’ve got a great dynamic. The couple was spotted seeing the new Star Wars movie together last weekend, which gives this last Tweet quote tweeting _____’s reply of “I love you” an extra special meaning...

Tim Drake-Wayne @timdrakewayne I know @_______

__________ @_______ I love you

11:21 AM • 8/5/__ 3.4K Retweets 11.6K Likes

You chuckled at the article Emily had sent you. Buzzfeed was actually amusing for once. You had no idea how they wrote that article so fast. It was noon! The last tweets were from a half hour ago. Had to hand it to them for immediacy. You slurped the last noodle of your lunch. You were eating your at your desk today, some leftover pasta from the spaghetti dinner you’d cooked up for yourself yesterday. No lunch with Tim today, you were both too busy. Still, the banter on Twitter had more than made up for it.

Putting away your tupperware in your bag, you checked your phone before finishing your lunch break. You tapped the home button to see your alerts and smiled softly.

(Oh, how much you loved this boy.)

MESSAGES 11:22 AM Tim Drake-Wayne: I don’t know if you’ve seen my tweet

MESSAGES 11:22 AM Tim Drake-Wayne: but that was a jest because in all seriousness

MESSAGES 11:23 AM Tim Drake-Wayne: I love you

(THAT’S IT! The end. This is so long. I can’t thank you all enough for sticking with this fic, for all the support and lovely messages...!! I hope you’ve enjoyed this. If in the future you’d like to see more of my fics, feel free to follow me or maybe if you’d like to be on a general tag list for Tim fics of mine, reply or dm and I can do that too??? I’m new to reader inserts on here but people do seem to do that. I have an idea for a fic about Tim and a reader who becomes a vigilante… one that involves time travel shenanigans… and some Jason fics too… ANYWAY!! I RAMBLE!! Worse than the reader in this fic’s own thoughts. Thank you so, SO much for reading! All my love to you guys ♡ )

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brightening-glance · 4 years ago

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So I was inspired by @kiragecko to create a floor plan of Wayne Manor. I started out trying to be accurate to the comics, but eventually gave up because it changed so many times that was impossible. This is more like the manor shown in recent comics, specifically from when Dick and Damian were Batman and Robin, but I also pulled references from a bunch of different comics and from different timelines and the Gotham tv show. At this point this is the floor plan for the mashed up canon that exists in my head. Aside from @kiragecko’s own floor plan, other references included Biltmore, Filoli, Casa Loma, The Breakers, Rosecliff, Marble House, and Darlington/Crocker Mansion. I tried to make it mostly to scale, although I hand drew this and then cleaned it up digitally, so it’s probably a little off in some places. Blue text is what the current Wayne/Batfamily use the rooms for, green is what the historical use was, and black is what they’d likely be listed as on a real estate listing. Green doors are hidden or jib doors, basically doors that aren’t obvious but don’t require a pass code to get through or lead to the Batcave. Purple “doors” are the secret passages like the one hidden behind the grandfather clock that even an observant bystander shouldn’t be able to find and involve much more security. More explanations under the cut.

So the comics are unclear on how the Waynes got Wayne Manor. They say that Nathan van Derm designed it for Darius Wayne, but then also that Darius’s grandsons, Solomon and Joshua, purchased it after Jerome van Derm died. At some point after Joshua died (in 1860), the manor was abandoned and Solomon’s son Alan (Bruce’s great-great-grandfather) rebuilt it.

In my head, the east and west wings of the W would have been later editions. The first version of the manor, up to at least when Alan Wayne rebuilt it, would have probably just been the central portion, out to the 2 towers. Original kitchen would have been in the basement, as well as additional servants quarters. It’s not shown on the plans, but in this version the basement has been renovated to include a gym, movie room, and game area (leaving aside the much cooler basement underneath.) Also not pictured is the third floor/attic, which includes servants quarters and a third floor sitting room above Thomas Wayne’s den that looks out over the front lawn.

With the east and west wings, you can see the very clear divisions in purpose. The west wing was a guest wing, probably added when serious entertaining became a thing, with a dedicated ballroom and guest bedrooms. The east wing downstairs was the servants’ wing - kitchen, staff dining room, butler’s pantry, bedrooms for upper household staff. East wing upstairs was the children’s/nursery wing.

In the center of the house you can see a male/female divide that went with the historical idea of some rooms (billiard room/smoking room/study/library) being “men’s spaces” and some (drawing room/morning room) being “women’s spaces. The bedrooms for the permanent residents of the manor in the 1860s (Solomon and his wife, Joshua, Celestine) follow this divide as well, though unlike other “great houses” Wayne manor didn’t go so far as to have a separate bachelor’s wing.

Regarding the jib doors vs secret passageways - secret passageways are basically entrances to the batcave, although they would’ve also been used by Solomon and Joshua as part of the underground railroad. Off the servery you can see the entrance to the wine cellar where Joshua’s body was eventually found. The jib doors (in green) would have been used by servants or family members to pass between rooms without going into the main hallways. Great for sneaking up on people!

Ok, going into some more specifics - headcanon time! Basically everything beyond this is just in my head, and the Batfam stuff is set at some point in the future. (It’s a really shame they stopped writing Batman Comics right after Bruce came back from they dead. Ric? Ric who? don’t know what you’re talking about).

First, Celestine Wayne. Celestine Wayne is not a comic character. She was loosely inspired by the history of the Waynes from Gotham the tv show, and by loosely I mean her name and the fact that she lived during the Civil War era. There is a C.L. Wayne from that time period who founded the Gotham Botanical Garden in the comics, and in my head they are definitely the same person. In the Wayne family tree in my head her father was Caleb Wayne, and she was Solomon and Joshua’s cousin who became their ward for.......reasons undecided yet. Her father was leading wagon trains and so never home. Something else happened. You pick! She never married (imagine whatever reason you want here, I tend to stay away from the tv show explanation and go with she just wasn’t interested, but any reason works) and so when she became an adult and was still living at the manor but not the “lady of the house” the floor plan was slightly modified to give her her own suite of rooms. Joshua Wayne has something similar in the sense of having his own private study next to his room, although his were only connected by secret passage. Sometime between Dick moving out and Tim moving in permanently, Dick moved from his childhood room into these rooms (leaving Tim free to move into his old bedroom, a thing that actually happened in the comics). Maybe this happened when he was adopted? Maybe when he and Bruce kinda reconciled after Bruce got his back broken? Who knows! There was definitely a period where to Dick the Manor was Not His Home Anymore, and so in his mind he probably didn’t have a permanent room there (and tried to avoid staying there). Think of the moving to the “grown up full suite” as a really old fashioned way of Bruce or Alfred or both saying “I recognize you’re an adult with your own life and autonomy and I cannot treat you like a child, but also this is your home and you will always have a permanent place here.”

Other rooms of note - most mansions I referenced did not have a dedicated armoury, but it’s Batman! Of course there’s an armoury. For historical artifacts, a lot of these weapons sure seem functional......

The tea room was not originally a tea room but somewhere along the way at least one of the Wayne matriarchs was very fond of afternoon tea. With Alfred in the manor it is definitely a Space for Afternoon Tea, although it also gets used for other meals occasionally and Alfred will do a lot of his meal planning/any other paperwork there, even though he technically has an office.

When Thomas and Martha were alive, there were actually full time staff living at the manor beyond Alfred and the staff quarters got used, and the “servant’s hall” actually got used as a staff dining room, but now this is where the family members tend to gather if there’s too many of them to just eat in the kitchen. (In my head, Wayne Manor during Thomas and Martha’s life is basically the Wayne Manor described by @unpretty who has written some of my favorite Batman fics ever.)

When Bruce was growing up, Thomas Wayne’s den was the “casual family living room” that every other sitting room in the manor was not, and after he died Bruce couldn’t bear to touch anything in it and avoided it unless he was doing some hardcore brooding. When he moved back/took in Dick, he converted one of the bedrooms to a tv room because he wanted a space that was casual and none of the other spaces felt like a tv belonged in them, but he still couldn’t go in his father’s den. As things have gotten better, and also as Tim and Damian’s relationship improved and Tim started coming around more, Bruce was finally ready to let this go and this became basically Tim’s workspace for whenever he’s at the manor. Bruce will work on stuff in there if Tim is in there, but he still doesn’t spend a lot of time in there on his own. (Ok, this was a little bit inspired by a Rebirth comic, don’t know which one, not gonna find it, I’m sure the rest of it was silly). Bruce tends to use the study downstairs if he’s working on W.E. work or other stuff like that. Jason and Dick’s go to places for any type of homework (when they were living at the manor) or any other work they might have to sit down and do are one of the libraries or wherever Bruce or Alfred are, depending on their mood and what they’re working on, and how long they’ve been living at the manor.

I’m pretty sure Martha Wayne painting/drawing is canon, but I don’t remember the comic it was referenced in. Anyway, she turned what was being used as a sunroom into her art studio because it had the best light. With Damian in the manor it’s slowly being reclaimed by art supplies.

There are definitely rolling mirrors and freestanding barres in the ballroom that Cass uses for dance practice.

Not pictured: the massive garage, stables, tennis courts, basketball courts, gardens, pond, and basically everything on the grounds.

If anyone is curious about what comic panels I referenced (or ignored), or what real world rooms/houses inspired specific parts, shoot me a message! Also, feel free to use this in art/fics/whatever if you want a reference!

#wayne manor #floor plan #dc #batfam #mine #long post #wayne family #i did not intend for this to be this long but then i started writing and this happened #this might change in the future but this is how i picture it in my head now

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girlsgoneplague · 5 years ago

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Batfam headcanons

Add any if you want or leave an ask about ones you think?

This is my first post I'm mostly making it so I'll remember some of my own thoughts

•When Jason has a nightmare he crawls in through the window of his room, Bruce may or may not know, but he doesn't know that the reason is mostly because Jason doesn't want to upset Bruce and sometimes Bruce is in the dream either hurting him or being hurt

•I've seen this one before but Tim doesn't actually drink that much coffee? Like occasionally and a good coffee shop is a hangout place for him and other batfam members but he prefers tea

•Tim again, he did try to brew tea one time using coffee, and he kinda liked it, maybe even occasionally drinks it as a guilty pleasure

•Damian in his older years (18+) tries not to go home with/take any girls back to Wayne Manor, mostly because he doesn't want the Playboy stereotype, but also because his siblings will walk into his room without knocking

•Barbra hopes Jason will kill the joker one day, she's never admitted it to anyone, but deep down she hates Joker just as much as the Red Hood

•Bruce has nightmares about the Joker more than any other villain

•Damian used to be a very light sleeper as a child since the league of assassins wanted him to be trained for everything, but when he got older and felt safer in the Manor he started sleeping so heavy sometimes Alfred shakes him (very lightly, he knows the Wayne's reflexes are unparalleled)

•Alfred, has nightmares about the things that have happened to his family, and thinks about how he could've helped if he hadn't let them get out that night, or a dozen other reasons he thinks he could've helped them. He takes blame for their pain in too many instances

•Damian briefly lives on his own while in college, to get more freedom and to get a few (5) more pets

•Cassandra makes sure all of the people she's going to work with, mostly associates of the batfam, can do sign language since it's the form of communication she's most comfortable with

•Stephanie brown loves pranks....Dick is the most 'gullible' to these pranks but sometimes he goes along with them just to make her feel better

•Damian had cavities after he really started eating at Wayne Manor, and so did Dick after he got adopted, but for some reason Jason didn't. Dick thinks, it's because he didn't get to pay attention to hygiene that when he brushed his teeth a Lot after getting to the Manor.

•Tim got healthier after meeting Bruce, because he didn't want to eat without family, but at the Manor he felt like they were somehow already his family and it helped him to eat, in this I think his parents wouldn't eat that much with him if that makes sense

•Terry McGinnis wishes he was born in the early 2000's so that he could be with this batfamily before they all split apart, he loves his mom and brother and they're enough family most of the time but Bruce is the grandfather who's happy around his children and grandchildren so Terry has always wanted to be apart of that family

•Selina has tried to take a Bunch of cats to Wayne Manor to stay and it didn't go over too well with anyone except Damian

•Tim is kind of paranoid, but not scenarios that are very likely, for instance he won't ever go bungee jumping unless he has Jason or Dick with him because he's afraid the rope will be sabotaged

That's all for now I'll probably make a part 2 sometime in the next week or so

#jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #selina kyle #barbra gordon #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #batfamily headcanons

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years ago

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Burrito Blanket Batmom - Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader

I kinda love the idea of a “burrito blanket” batmom haha, and since I thought the request from anonymous I received was quite similar, I mixed them up together. Hope you’ll like it, particularly you @dannysanime, as usual, feedbacks are very welcome :) :

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-Are you alright mother ?

It’s early in the morning when your youngest son finds you in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, eyes wide open and not really looking at anything in particular. You don’t even react as he approaches you.

-Mother ? Hey ? Mom are you alright ?

Finally, you turn your head to look at him, blanket all the way up to your chin and wrapped around your head (and all around your body really, your face the only thing peering out of this burrito you made of yourself), you say in a croaked voice :

-No.

Damian is immediately worried. It isn’t often, if not never, that you complain. That you let things get you down. You’re the cheery one of the family. You and Dick often are the ones that see the positive things in everything, so, seeing you there, laying on the couch without even the TV on, and looking as if you were completely done with life...Well, it worries your kid.

You realize that he’s concerned about your well being when he kneels in front of you, and put his palm on your forehead. Oh, sweet boy. If only everyone could see him as you saw him, if only he’d be as nice with everyone as he is with you...No one would ever call him “brat” anymore.

-I’m not sick honey, I’m just...I’m just....erf...

-...You’re just “erf” ?

You shrug your shoulder. Or at least, Damian thinks you shrug your shoulder, he isn’t really sure, seeing as you’re wrapped tightly in that damn comforter.

He’s not sure what’s wrong with you, but he still wants to help.

-Hum...Is there anything I can do for you ? Do you want coffee ? Something to eat ? Or do you want me to go put a movie on or something ? Anything, really ?

You smile weakly at him, and it makes him frown. Your smiles are never weak ! They’re always so bright, warm, beautiful ! They always make him feel better, not matter what. Awkwardly, he brushes a few fingers against your cheek, and your smile widens a little. Here. Better.

-You’re already doing a lot my boy.

“My boy”. He loved when you called him that. It made him feel...It just made him feel loved. And like a part of the family. Your son. But of course he was your son, you never saw him in any other way, even at the difficult beginnings...

He kept on brushing your cheek lightly, putting some strand of hair out of your face. You managed to take an arm out of your blanket, and caressed his hair lovingly, he laid his head next to yours, kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you just shared a sweet mom/son moment...So much that you both fell into a deep and comfortable slumber.

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Tim found you two about an hour later, and tried to make the least noise possible so that he wouldn’t wake any of you...but Damian had a feather light sleep, and woke up when his brother picked his computer up from the coffee table next to the couch.

-Sorry.

Damian groans a bit, and softly takes his hand out of yours, slowly slipping off the couch (as you both drifted off to sleep, he climbed on the couch and fell asleep with his head on your stomach, your hand in his hair, stroking it lovingly...most confortable position ever, especially since the blanket wrapping your body was extra comfy and soft) so as to not wake you, and stands up. He stretches a bit and looks at his brother.

Tim was smiling at him, because no matter of how much a pain in the ass Damian was, the way he found you two was just too cute. Made him a bit jealous though, he used to love falling asleep with your hand in his hair when he was a kid.

A bit embarrassed to have been found in such a position of weakness (give it to Damian to think sign of affection toward his own mother was showing weakness...), the boy nodded toward his brother, and with a last small kiss on your forehead, left.

The kiss made you shift in your sleep, and as your youngest boy left the living room hurriedly, blushing a bit because someone walked in on him being affectionate, you opened one eye, and then the other...and was greeted by the sight of your boy, Tim, smiling at you.

-Hey you.

-Hey mom. It’s one of those days uh ?

Unlike Damian, Tim already saw you in such a state.

Sometimes, when the pressure of being a Wayne, of always being in the public eye and judged for every actions you made was too much, when the stress and fear you felt every night for your kids and husband was getting too high..When really, everything was just overwhelming, you’d come down in the living room with a heavy blanket, and turn into a burrito, not doing anything all day but sleep and day dream.

It was your way of calming down. Of deflating any negative feelings.

-Yeah, one of those days. Where’s your brother ?

-Which one ?

-The one that was cuddling with me just moments ago.

-Oooooh, that one. He got all embarrassed and all that I witnessed him being cute, and left in a hurry. He tried not to wake you up though.

-Such a sweet boy.

-To you maybe.

-Aww don’t be jealous, you’re my sweet boy too !

-I’m not jealous ! I’m just saying Dams can be...Oh don’t look at me like that mom, I’m not jealous !

You reached out with an arm, and ruffled his hair tenderly. He smacked your hand away, but couldn’t hide his smile. He could fool a lot of people, acting all serious and all, but never you. You patted the place Damian left and said :

-Do you wanna cuddle too ?

-No I don’t wanna cuddle, I have important things to do.

-Like what ?

-...Binge watching Game of Thrones.

-Again ?

-Again.

-...I’m up for that.

-I knew you’d be.

Tim settles in front of you, his back against the couch, putting his computer down on the coffee table once more, and turns on the first season of GoT, which you both already watched at least ten times...But come on, Game of Thrones !

As much as he likes to play the mature teenage boy who do not need his mommy to do everything for him, he doesn’t resist at all when you put your fingers through his hair and gentle massage his scalp. He always found it soothing when you did that...All of your sons and husband found it soothing.

You’re half way through the second episodes when you drift once more to sleep. Tim realizes you’re not conscious anymore only at the beginning of the third though, and with another smile, he unwraps your hand from his hair, and stands up. He leaves quietly.

You needed your sleep in “one of those days”. To decompress you know.

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Jason comes in the living room whistling a random tune and making some good dance move, sure no one was around to see him...and freezes when he sees you on the couch. As soon as you heard his catchy whistle, your eyes were open again, and you were now smirking at him mischievously.

-You got some move my son.

One of his hand goes up to rub his neck, and he gives you a half-smile, a little embarrassed.

-You weren’t really meant to see that...

-Yeah, I know. It was cute though.

-Don’t tell anyone mom, it would ruin my tough guy reputation.

-Jason, you still sleep with a teddy bear, and whenever you sleep in the Manor you can’t fall asleep without one of my kiss goodnight...what tough guy reputation ?

-...You’re the only one that knows those stuffs. Shush.

-Don’t shush me son, I’m in a bad mood.

-Yeah, I guess because of the...burrito way you wrapped yourself in your blanket. What’s up ?

-I’m done living. I’m gonna stay on this couch for the rest of my life.

-That bad ?

-That bad. This past week has been completely shit.

-I’m sorry...

-It’s not your fault. If anything, you and your brothers make it better.

-Now, that’s cute.

-Shush, don’t ruin my tough mom reputation please.

Jason chuckles and come sit on the arm of the couch. As an old reflex, his hand take holds of yours, and he squeezes it lovingly, just like he did as a child, when you were both super uncomfortable at charity ball or such things.

-Do you need anything ?

-No, let me be miserable on my own.

-You know, you’re not suppose to be the broody one of the family.

-But if I’m never sad, how can I know when I’m happy ?

-...That’s too deep for my brain right now mom.

-You hungover ?

-No.

-...

-Yes. It was Roy’s birthday last night.

-Explains a lot. So how are things between you and...

-Oh you know what ? Leaving you to be miserable on your own sounds like a great idea !

-Hey ! You can’t just...

-I can, and I will. See you later mom, feel better please.

-Wait, there is something you can do for me.

-Anything, as long as it doesn’t involve answering your questions about my love life.

-My dear son, would your tough reputation suffers a lot if you gave me a hug ?

Jason smiles to himself, and shakes his head. He could deny it all he wanted, he was such a mommy’s boy. He just couldn’t resist such a request. He raised, and gave you an amazing hug, that only him could give you. He was gifted in the hug giving department. Your smile made him happy.

-Just don’t tell anyone alright ?

-Promise.

-Ok if you need anything else, I’ll be in my room. And here, take my iPod, I find that music always make me feel better.

You smile once again at him, and he leaves in a great move, making some dance moves as he exit the room just to hear you chuckle behind him.

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You fell asleep, once again, with the music in your ears, and you almost punch Dick in the face when he tries to put the blanket back up to your chin (your son knows you, he knows that’s how you like your blanket, almost covering your face).

-Wow wow wow, it’s me ! It’s me !

You can’t help but giggle a bit at your eldest kid, sitting on the floor (he fell when you surprised him by almost punching him), arms raised in front of him as to protect himself.

-Oh sorry Dickie, I...I fell asleep. I think I was listening to some epic music from a movie when I felt you put the blanket back up...frightened me, and at the same time, I feel like I was having a great dream about riding dragons and fighting ruffians so...yeah...Sorry.

-Haha it’s alright mom, really. I’m just glad you missed me, you got a mean right hook !

-Your father told me that more than once.

-I bet he did. So. How are you feeling ?

-Terrible.

Your honesty makes him smile widely. He liked that about you. If you really weren’t feeling alright, you’d just say it. It was making your family’s life so much easier, like that, they just knew what you really felt. It was a really nice change of pace compared to the Wayne patriarch. Bruce had a...hard time expressing himself.

-Who’s ass do I have to kick ?

-Well, for starter, the entire Gotham’s press. Paparazzis too. Those damn bitches that keep trying to seduce your father. The people who think they’re better than me...Oh, and that guy this morning, who ran into me, made me spill my coffee all over myself, and then proceeded to yell at me because I wasn’t looking at where I was going when he was the one to run in me...And if you have time, if you could also kick Clark’s ass for annoying your father, and putting him in a bad mood, that’d be great.

Dick cannot hold his laughter, and it takes him a few minutes before regaining his countenance. He smiles at you and nods empathically.

-I don’t think I’ll have time for all of that mom...Besides, can’t you cheer dad up ? You always do.

-Correction : I always do when I’m myself in a good mood. Right now, I’m afraid I’d just punch him just for brooding.

-Oooooh it’s one of those days ?

-Exactly.

-I love you mom.

-I love you too Dick, but today, I need more than that to feel better...

-Yeah I know, just thought I’d give you a quick reminder though...Also, I know exactly what you need.

And he did indeed. A head massage. It always soothed you down so much. When Dick was a child, he would run his little fingers on your scalp because he liked the feel of your hair in his hands...He would also do that when you were sad, as he found out years ago that it just made you feel better. So much that almost in an instant, you were asleep.

With a kiss to your forehead, he takes his hands out of your (H/L) (H/C) hair and stays a bit there, sitting next to you, listening to your breathing, thanking God or whoever was out there for putting you in his life at a time he really needed you.

Damn he was glad Bruce decided that having a steady relationship with you was a good idea...With a last smile at your sleeping form, your eldest son left quietly.

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You woke up at some point, with a cup of warm tea and cookies in front of you.

Alfred. Of course it was Alfred. The man always knew the small little things that would cheer you up. You always wondered how he knew when you were going to wake up, as the cup of tea you found was always warm...That guy was magical. He always had the right words and actions to make you feel alright.

He was the father you never had (as often in Gotham, unfortunately, you grew up with an absent father, and a single mother who had all the trouble in the world to raise you and your brothers).

You sighed contentedly, and whispered a “thank you” that you were sure he heard. Behind you, silently standing in the doorframe, Alfred was looking at the back of your head with a fatherly love. A deep bond always existed between you two, ever since the day Bruce introduced you as his girlfriend...So of course he’d make you all the tea and cookies in the World you needed.

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The sun was starting to go down, and you were still feeling like shit.

This week really had been particularly difficult. So much stress and pressure, worries and fears...You had enough. You just wanted to not do anything, not think about anything bad, and chill.

You realized you were lucky to have a house full of boys that cared for you, and each visit from each of them cheered you up a bit...But there was one missing, and you just couldn’t be better without him.

Just as you were thinking that, you hear his heavy footsteps going through the living room. At first, he doesn’t notice you, laying on the couch, but as if a sixth sense hit him, before leaving the room, he turns around...And his face changes.

It goes from a frown, from tense muscles and fatigue to joy, love, relief.

He hasn’t seen you all day, as it was quite a busy one, and had craved your presence since this morning, when he left your arms.

Bruce. Your Bruce. He’s here. Back. Finally.

He approaches you, and in a few big and quick steps, he’s sitting on the side of the couch, trapping your body between him and the pillows.

-Rough day, my love ?

-Seeing how tired you look, I’d say you had a rougher one my Broosh.

-Not particularly..just long. And since you had your day off, I didn’t even get to see you...Or kiss you.

He bends down slowly, and your arms go around his neck. His lips are soft, slightly chapped, and passionate as they move against your own. You drag him on you, and suddenly, his legs are on each sides of yours, and his elbows are holding his weight as he kisses you eagerly.

He pulls away, and lets out a content sigh.

-I waited for his all day long.

You smile, and he smiles back. That particular lazy little smile he’s able to have only when in your presence. He crawls a bit down your body, and lets his weight slowly resting on you, his head on your chest. You know what you have to do, and he automatically close his eyes and lets out another content sigh as you start caressing his hair, and his temples.

Eyes still close, body relaxed against yours (he’s heavy, only made of muscles and bones, but you always liked feeling his weight on yours...it felt like the safest place ever), he says :

-Do you want to talk about it ?

-Be more specific my Bruce...

-About why you’re having a bad day.

-No.

-Ok.

A comfortable silence installs itself and, still wrap in the blanket except for your arms caressing Bruce’s head and back, you feel better than you felt in the past week. It has been a while since you both had some times for just lazy cuddling...His voice wakes you up from the slumber you were starting to drift into :

-I love you (Y/N). So damn much. Without you things do not have any sense, any meanings, and...I’m not good with words. I just love you, so much it hurts, and it would kill me to loose you.

Surprised, you twist your neck to look at him...He turned his head toward you two, his chin between your breast, arms wrapped around you, eyes locked with yours.

-What’s gotten into you ?

-Nothing...it’s the truth. And seeing you sad is...I just don’t like it. At all. You’re always cheering me up. You always know what to say or do...I’m...I’m sorry I’m not good with words, or with...like, I don’t know how to show you how much I love you. But believe me when I say I would die a thousands painful death for you. I...I...I would re-live my parents’ death if it meant staying with you forever.

Your heart misses multiple beats, and your arms tighten around him a bit more, putting more pressure in your caress on his head and back. His words touched you deeply...You know he loves you. He already said it a few times, and though he thinks he’s bad in showing his affection, he always has pleasant actions toward you. Putting a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing you softly even in public, brushing his fingers on your cheeks tenderly, making love to you always just like you want it etc etc...But those words. The fact that he’d re-live the worst day of his life just to stay with you...

He finished what his sons and butler started. All trace of stress, fear, anger, sadness and any negative feelings left you. The only thing that mattered now, was him, his heart beating in rhythm with yours, his breath on the bare skin around your neck.

The only thing that mattered now, was him.

-Bruce...I...I...I don’t...I...

-Ssshhh. You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted you to know, that’s all.

There’s a short silence, that you quickly break :

-I love you too.

You kiss the top of his head, and feel him smile against your skin...and finally, you open your little burrito. He raises a bit, just so that now, the blanket is also around him, and, heads on your chest, with your hands caressing him, he quickly falls asleep...You follow right after, your dreams only pleasant ones. More memories than dreams really, as all the best time you spent with Bruce unfolds in your head. Your first date, first kiss, first time, wedding, Dickie, Jason, Tim, Damian, Gotham’s roof, walking hands in hands on a sunny day...So many great memories with the love of your life.

So many more to comes.

As the day finally ends, and you both fall asleep in each others arms, wrapped like a burrito in a warm blanket, you feel better than you ever felt in a while.

Bruce skips patrol, trusting his sons to take care of things, just needing to be with you. And it’s perfect.

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Late at night, when your sons will come back from their patrol, they’ll find their mom and dad asleep on the living room’s couch, wrapped in their mother’s favorite comforter. They’ll put the blanket back up, without making any noises, as to not to wake you. They’ll lay kisses on both your foreheads, happy to see you two in a good mood again.

Their father was smiling in his sleep, and they knew that just for that, they will always be there to cheer you up, because the family needed your positivity.

Their father needed to fall asleep smiling.

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dcuniverse-fanatic · 7 years ago

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"What Happened?" Part II (Batfam X Reader)

A/N: okay so I couldn’t handle it……I HAD to write the part ii of this asap. So, enjoy! (REQUESTS OPEN) xoxo. Love, Sara. Description: you get saved from a Kidnapping. But not after you face near death.

Warnings: cursing, blood and slight angst

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‘Why is it always so damn dark in Gotham?’ You thought to yourself as you were walking home one summer night. It was the usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was the same old 'up and coming neighborhood’ the same old same old. Except… why did you have this feeling of you being…eerily watched? You try not to look nervous or suspicious as you try and dial 9-1-1. Unfortunately, your phone was not on silent and the dial tone could be heard loud and clear.

'Well shit’ you said to yourself moments before you were on the floor bleeding… from your… somewhere from your abdomen. You didn’t feel anything for a few moments until you hit the pavement in slow motion. God you were warm In your own blood like that. You almost pitied yourself for thinking of letting yourself go. I mean, what did you have to live for? Your parents kicked you out ever since you dropped out of college and you’ve been working minimum wage at some crappy fast food joint. You barely have dinner sometimes just to pay rent. You sometimes sneak cold chicken nuggets with you home. Your supervisor knows, but doesn’t make a big deal about it, as his 'family business’ is going down hill anyway. You didn’t know why you had this life but you don’t care anymore. You were the happiest and calm you’ve been in months. Mind you, you were bleeding on the pavement, but you were peaceful , warm, your mind not racing with guilt, anxiety and failure for once. You start feeling yourself shift. Like you’re being dragged. You want to try and resist, you really do, but you go limp. You don’t want to fight anymore, because if we can be real here, what are you fighting for? “Ah, why’d you have to stab her like that, Monty. He said we need them alive.” Said one man who was in the drivers seat. “Well she is, aint she?” Said the man dragging you. He quickly propped you on a bed sheet before him and the another man lift you up on the sopping wet, bloody sheet they put you on, and in to a back of a semi. The rest is kind of a blur to you, you vaguely remember being cold afterwards and seeing…. batman? No. that can’t be right. You know. Blood loss causes hallucinations? But you could swear it felt so real.

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You hear faint whispers from outside the door. Wait. What. You live alone. Like alone alone. That can’t be right. Your eyes slowly open and you see yourself In a huge bedroom. It maybe even bigger than your studio apartment. You look around, and then under the covers at yourself. Whew, well you’re not naked. So it wasn’t a drunken mistake? Wait. Hold on. You don’t drink. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You weren’t naked, but you aren’t in your clothes?? You’re in a huge black v neck and what you assume are boxers?. Huh. Okay then. You try and get up to explore where you are and how you got there. But the moment you do, the moment you left up your torso you’re in complete and utter agony. You let out a loud yet unexpected yelp. “What the fuck” you scream, completely forgetting you were in someone else’s house. But you don’t care. WHY IS YOUR SIDE BANDAGED?? You try and touch the bandage to remove it to look under it, but as soon as you touch it you wince in pain. “Mother-” You were interrupted with 3 young men and a boy, all tall, dark and handsome, well almost. Filing inside one by one. You Freeze in the position in which you were in, you know, you with your shirt half up your abdomen and your hand across it. You let out a sigh and you fall backwards. “Please tell me I didn’t sleep with any of you” you say slightly whimpering. “WHat? nO!” Said the one with the extreme under eye bags and the coffee mug. “Well, atleast I didn’t” he said taking a sip of coffee. “Tt, even if someone did sleep with her, we all know it wouldn’t be you, drake” the boy said hastily. “Ooohh” said two other guys in unison. “Shut it, demon spawn” said coffee mug, face red and embarrassed. “Uh, okay, hi, I hate to interrupt whatever this is but can someone explain before I call the cops.” You said patting yourself for a phone. “Never mind” you quickly say as you realize you don’t actually have a phone. “Okay I’ll explain. I’m Jason, this is dick, Tim and Damian.” Wait, you know those names. And how could you not? They’re Bruce Wayne’s sons. “Oh my god. Uh ok” you try and get up, still in pain and agony, but you manage. You run your fingers through your hair and say “am I actually in the manor? Like the Wayne manor? Cuz if I am, why? "Uh, well..” Jason started, but before he could finish, you interrupted. “Wait, and why do I remember seeing Batman, Red hood and Robin? Also, why am I bandaged and in severe pain? Also who’s clothes am I wearing? And where are MY clothes? Also, what happened?” Boy, you sure had a lot of questions. The boys all looked at each other speechless. They all open their mouths and close them, looking over at you. Now is the great time you decide to see spots. You try and walk over to your bed but fall backwards. Jason holds you before you could hit the floor…..again. “This is going to be a long day” he mumbled. _______________

You wake up on a couch. Your head is still spinning and you’re still in someone’s boxers and shirt. You sit up to find, Bruce Wayne, THE Bruce Wayne sitting in front of you with dick, Jason, Tim and Damian standing behind him. “Okay, this is not absurd by any means.” You say to yourself, but everyone heard it. “Hello, I’m sorry but what is your name? I don’t believe any of us are aware of that yet”. Said Bruce with a small smile forming in his mouth. “Uh yeah, sorry about that, I kinda almost died, but I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you all” you said with a nervous smile. “As you may be wondering what you are doing here, batman brought you here after rescuing you from an illegal organ trafficking circle and brought you here to recover.” Said Bruce with almost no expression. But it clicked. It clicked as you remember fragments of yesterday, it clicked as you remember walking home and being stabbed, it clicks, it all does. “Okay well, why not bring me to a hospital, seems though I would recover just fine there.” You said fully knowing you wouldn’t be. You wouldn’t be able to pay the bills, or pay for rent. “Also how do you know batman?it seems as though, and Please correct me is my calculations are wrong. You don’t have what it takes to stitch me up, perform surgery and deal with such excess amount of blood, in the manor, unless say, you have an underground facility? Say the bat cave? Which would also incidentally mean, that Jason, is obviously the red hood and dick is nightwing, now I’m not a hundred percent sure about this but tim would be Red Robin and Damian of course, Robin. Which would also mean that you already knew who I am and that you are of course batman. You pause for a second to watch everyone’s jaw drop to the floor, and then continue "close enough?” There is absolute silence. But you are enjoying it. Did they not know that you spend most of your time conspiring about the batfamily? Well you knew all of this for months now. And you took absolute pleasure in outsmarting the smartest man in Gotham. Tim breaks the silence by saying “boyyy, I did not see that coming”

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bigskydreaming · 5 years ago

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About "ward" and "son", part of It's the legacy of the Batman show. Also, while Dick became Bruce's son in 2001, that was well after "ward" no longer applied. Meanwhile, Damian is Bruce's biological son, and reminds us of that constantly. Not so much anymore, but he used to.

I mean, the constant harping on Damian’s blood son status absolutely IS bullshit, I agree? But that’s also like....part of my point, is the thing. I hate any and all insistence on treating any of the kids like they’re actually less Bruce’s kids somehow than any of the others.....and this absolutely includes singling Damian out as his biological son, which is a thing that for the record, I rant about a LOT too, and one of my biggest issues with Tom King’s run (though to be fair, I have so many Big Issues there its hard to actually rank them, lol). But the thing is......there’s plenty of people in fandom and in fics who speak to how the blood son crap is bullshit, and again, all for that, I do it too, no disagreement. BUT, there’s not to my knowledge a whole lot of people speaking about the tendency to prioritize Dick’s former ward status over his adopted son status.

Like I read plenty of fics that have no problem referring to Jason and Tim as Bruce’s sons, even when referencing events after Tim got himself emancipated in the comics, and Jason objects to being called Bruce’s son....BUT IN THE EXACT SAME FICS, refer to Dick with terms like ‘ex-ward’ or ‘former ward’ as a description, rather than son as well....even though he’s actually his son by adoption in those fics as well. And I’m totally cool with those things as well, because, hey, not wanting to legitimize DC’s weird are they/aren’t they fixation about letting any of Bruce’s kids (except for Damian, yes) be CONSISTENTLY regarded as his kids....totally valid in my books. Fics don’t regard the inconsistencies or weirdness or vagueness or totally unnecessary ways in which DC finds to refer to Bruce’s kids as something other than his kids? Noooo problemo.

The problem I have is so many fics still allowing those inconsistencies with Dick to stand, or still play into agreeing things other than ‘Bruce’s son’ still make for a more accurate or standardized description of him.

As far as it being a legacy of any of the animated Batman cartoons, sorry, I just don’t see it. The 90s era one was a popular show, a lot of peoples’ first introduction to the characters, yeah, and the others all had plenty of fans of their own, but there’s a TON of stuff from those shows that have nothing to do with comics canon OR have been accepted or prioritized by comics fanon....so Dick being Bruce’s ward rather than his son seems a weirdly specific thing to hold on to and carry over into comics-based fandom when so much else from the shows weren’t.

Especially when you consider that the majority of instances of cartoons distinctly referencing Dick as being Bruce’s ward were ones where Dick was a teenage Robin living with him in Wayne Manor.....which absolutely matches up with how Dick was always a ward when he was a kid and teen living at home still in Wayne Manor too, y’know? Since Dick wasn’t adopted until well into adulthood in the comics.....there’s no reason it wouldn’t be presumable for the same to be true for any of the cartoon versions.....so again.....IMO that just kinda doesn’t match up with a legacy of teenage Dick Grayson in any of the Batman shows being the frequent description of him as a former ward in fanfics about adult him from the comics.

Plus most of the other Batkids never even existed in any of the cartoons, and writers never have trouble fitting them into fics and in fact, a huge emphasis in fics in this fandom is pushing the actual family connections to Bruce moreso than the comics EVER have.......so again, it still comes back to me as being very very distinct that Dick’s connection to Bruce is so often defined by being his former or ex-ward in even just casual descriptions in a fic...instead of like, his eldest son.....when there’s tons of reasons why that feels forced instead of a natural or obvious take to default to.

*Shrugs* Tbh, my only real concern is just ‘this thing that happens a lot has a tendency to single Dick out as different from his siblings in ways that carry unfortunate implications regardless the conscious or unconscious reason for doing it, so I wish more people would stop to examine why they default to that description IF they’re someone who does so, in the hopes that maybe in doing so they’d find no reason to continue doing so. Which I mean, I know I’d prefer but honestly I do think is to the benefit of how anyone writes the Batfamily as it makes them a more cohesive, happy and healthy FAMILY of a father, his surrogate father, and all his kids, be they biological or adopted.....rather than a family in this case being a father, his surrogate father, and all his kids, be they biological or adopted....or his former ward.”

Like I said, its just about how you frame things most often. The word used most as a descriptor is almost always going to be the description readers internalize as being most accurate....so the more a character is described as an ex-ward rather than a son, the more people are likely to internalize their default view of that character as an ex-ward rather than a son.

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peppersonironi · 4 years ago

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For @duketectivecomics‘s Duke Week Day Six: All in the Batfamily

Summary: Duke gets woken up at night and is roped into a strange initiation ceremony into the bats. Despite initial chaos, Duke finds that he is actually enjoying himself, and that maybe being a part of this family isn’t such a scary thing. Throwing a glitter bomb at Batman is definitely scary though.

“Are you ready?”

Duke opened his eyes, to find Dick Grayson hovering a few inches away from his face. “Gah!” Duke let out, scrambling backwards on his bed till he hit the headboard. “What are you doing?”

“Poor reflexives,” Duke looked past Dick to find Damian frowning at him, “And he should have known we were present before waking.”

“Settle down, kid,” This time Jason spoke, “Not everyone is as freaky as you.”

Duke blinked the sleep away from his eyes, and surveyed the scene before him. Dick was still by his bed, grinning. Damian and Jason stood behind, along with Cass, Tim, and Stephanie. Wow, when was the last time he’d ever seen all these guys together in the same room without killing each other? Duke had a worrisome feeling that he was the reason for this strange behavior.

“Um,” Duke asked, “What’s going on? It's 2 am.”

“We’re welcoming you to the family!” Dick’s grin grew impossibly wider.

“But I’ve been here four months?”

Tim shook his head. “But you haven’t had a proper welcome, yet. We had to wait till everyone was here, and Steph insisted she be a part.

“Heck yeah!” The blonde teen said, “I’m a part of this family, whether you like it or not! Bruce even gave me an allowance!”

“You tricked him into giving you his credit card,” Jason replied dryly.

“Like you haven’t done that before.”

“I don’t bother tricking him.”

Duke looked back and forth at the exchange, trying to wrap his mind around what was happening.

“That doesn't answer my question.”

Damian sighed. “In order to truly be a Wayne, you must go through the initiation period.” “That's not ominous at all.”

“Tour,” Cass said, “You learn things. Not bad, fun.”

Duke nodded. “Thank you, Cass.” He was still confused, but at least she was trying.

“If you would get dressed, we have much ground to cover.” Damian sniffed, but even Duke could tell the kid was excited.

Dick backed away from the bed. “We'll be right back, Duke, get ready!”

*****

Five minutes later, Duke found himself hastily dressed and standing in the entrance hall of Wayne manor. His siblings were arrayed in a semi-circle before him, all of them in weird red robes. They had managed to set up tiki torches at intervals around the room, adding to the atmosphere of doom.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the bonding between two families. That of the Thomas' and that of the Waynes.” Duke blinked at Tim. “Why are you making it sound like we're getting married?”

“Shh!”

“In this great ceremony, We accept you, Duke Thomas, into our fold. After this day henceforth, you will be one with the bats.” Tim took a deep breath and continued reading from the scarily large book in his hands. “The bonding day is set in three parts. The first, a display of power. You shall be shown our places, and our things, so that you are made privy to the goings on in the lives of Gotham's most secretive family. Next, You shall be given tasks by each member of the clan – excepting Bruce – that you must complete. Fail even one, and be warned.” Tim stared Duke down. “You have been warned. The final and most dangerous stage of all …” Tim stopped reading, and every single one of the gathered Waynes began to stomp their right foot. This went on for several seconds. “Is … Cake. Do you accept the challenge, Duke of the Narrows?”

Duke sighed. He didn't quite like the sound of this, but he might as well. “Sure.”

Jason whooped, and even Damian cracked a smile.

“Well,” Steph said, “let's get on with it!”

* * * * *

“And it was in this room that Dick broke his first chandelier.”

Duke paused, staring at Jason who had taken over as tour guide after Tim started foaming at the mouth. “First?”

The now recovered Tim grinned. “Yup! He's broken twenty three and a half in his fifteen year stay at the manor.”

Duke nodded. “Alrighty then.”

“Over here are some pictures of Bruce's great-great-great-great-great-great-great something aunts. If you look closely, you'll see the outline of mustaches. Bruce made us erase them.” Stephanie bounced by, pointing out exactly which paintings she had decimated.

The tour had been going on for almost an hour now, and Duke would be lying if he said he wasn't having fun. Sure, he had seen most of the stuff here, but the stories that went along with them were amazing. It was sweet to know which room Dick insisted they have a family movie in, back when it was only him, Bruce, and Alfred. It was hilarious to find out that the strange purple splotch on the love seat in one of the east wing's drawing rooms was from the time Damian insisted on trying slushies. Or the many tails that arose from the kitchen. From Bruce attempting to cook (He'd always wondered why Alfred had banned him) to the time Jason sleep walked himself into making beignets.

Cass had insisted they tour the air vents (He didn't know you could get into them, let alone that they could fit people, and wasn't quite sure what to do with the information) and trying to get Jason squished in was a highlight of the night. Cass also showed Duke the best hiding places in the manor, in case he ever needed to hide during a prank war. Or Bruce.

Stephanie knew the places with the thinnest walls, and also other tricks for listening in on conversations. She said she'd never had to use the information, but Duke wasn't convinced.

Dick explained the pros and cons of each chandelier in the manor, along with a very detailed instruction pamphlet on getting yourself onto one. Duke promised himself he'd never try.

Tim knew all the best wifi spots in each wing. Somehow, the wifi wasn't the exact same in every part of the house.

Jason knew the best sniper perches, and how to get there. Also, the coziest spots in the library, primed and ready for any avid bookworm. (Duke was actually excited for the second. He really did enjoy reading, but usually stuck to his room)

Damian was very solemn as he brought Duke to random places around the house that were apparently Alfred's (The cat's) and Titus' favorite hang outs. “In case you need a friend who is not as fallible as humans.”

The tour ended on the roof, each sibling taking to their claimed section. Duke was permitted to choose his own, and did so. He ended up picking a quiet outlook on the forrest, over the west wing.

Duke was given a few minutes of peace, not noticing till a little ways in that he was alone. Huh, he thought, this is kind of nice.

“Alright, Narrows,” Duke turned to find everyone staring at him, “You ready for the fun part?”

* * * * *

“Now lift up your left foot two inches … got it!”

Unfortunately, the first challenge that was given to Duke by Dick, had him breaking his earlier promise to himself. For you see, Duke Thomas now found himself wrapped in the crystal and gold of Wayne Manors largest chandelier.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Duke asked for the seventh time.

“Perfectly!” Dick replied, but the snickers and filming phones of his siblings made Duke question the acrobat's words.

Duke shifted on the chandelier and heard a soft cracking noise. He froze, terror rushing through his entire body.

“That was just me!”

Duke looked to down to find Stephanie pulling a couple twigs from her hair, and snapping them in two. She had a manic grin on her face. Oh, she knew exactly what she had done.

“Just don't do it again!”

“Don't worry, Duke,” Dick called, “You're almost done! You just need to chill for a bit longer. I'm gonna toss up this candy bar, and you need to eat it. Just try not to look like Superman when he sees kryptonite. If you don't catch it, you fail.”

Duke took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Okay, I'm r-”

The candy bar was flung up a second before Duke expected it, causing him to fumble and reach out a bit to far to grab it. The chandelier swung dangerously, and Duke let out a scream. A moment later, however, the swinging calmed down, and Duke paused long enough to register the roaring laughter coming from bellow him.

“Stop!” Duke said, “This isn't funny!”

“Yeah, it kinda is.” Tim was the first to speak, after having to lean heavily on Steph. “You forget, Duke, that each and every one of us had to go through this. It's great to see someone else panic. One of the few pros to Bruce's adoption addiction.”

Duke glowered. “Just stop laughing.”

“Chill, Duchess,” Jason grinned up at him. “Just eat the candy and you can come down.”

Duke sighed and unwrapped the kit-kat that had given him the worst fright of his life – and that included everything he saw on patrol. He gingerly broke it in two, put on a gruesome grin, and took a bite.

Everyone cheered, and Duke's grin became slightly more genuine. “You have completed the first task,” Tim said in a solemn voice. “Let us move on.”

Everyone filed out of the room, and Duke started to panic. “Hey wait! How do I get down!”

* * * * *

“I don't know if I can do this.” Duke sat in the batchair, Alfred having moved graciously to allow Duke to complete his task.

“It's simple Narrows,” Jason said, “Just press the button and ask the question. Simple.”

“But does it have to be … that?”

Jason looked very serious as he answered, “yes.”

Duke sighed. “Here goes nothing.” he reached forward and press the unmute button. “Hey, B?”

Batman's growl came through the speakers. “What are you doing awake, Signal? It's the middle of the night.”

“But you're awake.”

“I'm part of the night patrol. You're not. So what are you doing awake?”

“I need to ask you a question.”

Bruce sighed. “Go ahead.”

Duke sighed and looked back at his sibling who were all grinning maniacally. He turned back to the computer. “Does Santa exist?”

Bruce let out the most long suffering sigh Duke had heard that week. “One of your siblings better not have put you up to this.”

Duke looked at Jason, who was frantically shaking his head. “No, B. It's just, the freaking devil is real, right? And the greek gods, and a whole bunch of other stuff? So why not santa?”

Bruce sighed. “Good night, Signal,” and he logged off.

“Not our best,” Jason said, shaking his head, “next time we should ask how babies are made.”

“NEXT TIME?!?!?!!?”

* * * * *

“You can get it down in one gulp if you try hard enough!”

Duke looked over skeptically at Tim, who was making Duke drink a special blend of espresso, five hour energies, and Monster.

“You just need some ambition!”

Duke gulped. “Ambition to die?”

Tim sighed. “Just do it. If you don't, you'll fail the challenge, and you DON'T want to find out what happens then.” His point was emphasized by every single one of the bats unleashing their personal batglares upon him.

Duke grimaced, grabbed the venti Starbucks's cup, and gulped it down. He swayed for a moment. “I'm never sleeping again.”

Tim grinned, “Nope!”

* * * * *

Damian's task was relatively simple. His pets had to approve of him. They'd already gotten Alfred's, Titus', and Bat-cow's approval, and they were outside trying to find Jerry the turkey.

“Got him!” Stephanie called from bushes, and a loud squawking ensued. She walked over, carrying the bird and placing in front of Duke.

Everyone stood still for a moment, then Damian spoke. “He approves.”

Duke grinned. “Great, what's the next challenge?”

Damian smirked, and Duke's stomach dropped. The eleven year old turned around and whistled sharply. Large wing beats sounded from far off and a huge shape appeared on the horizon. As it approached, Duke could make out what appeared to be a large, fuzzy dragon. The animal landed right in front of Duke, and Damian continued.

“Thomas, meet Goliath.” the tiny terror turned to the beast. “Goliath, decide his fate.”

* * * * *

“So, what do you have for me, Cass?” Duke asked warily. He knew Cass was the nice one, but he wouldn't put it past her to choose something … questionable.

Cassandra smiled sweetly, leaned forward, and whispered in Duke's ear, “hug Jason.”

Duke sighed. That wasn't too bad. He turned around and faced Jason head on. “So, what did she sa-”

Jason was cut off by Duke launching forward and wrapping his arms around Jason's huge chest.

The young man sighed. And wrapped his arms around Duke. “Eh,” he said when he saw the looks he was getting, “Duchess isn't too bad.”

Dick grinned. “Does that mean I get a hug?”

Both Duke and Jason tensed. “On the count of three,” Jason whispered, “We run.”

Dick grinned and opened his arms.

“One.”

He took a step forward.

“Two.”

Dick smiled. “Come on, guys!”

“THREE!! RUN!!!”

* * * * *

“Now pour delicately, Master Duke,” Alfred said as he instructed Duke on how to properly have tea. Everyone had insisted on going to Alfred before Stephanie's challenge, which had Duke worried slightly, but he honestly enjoyed having tea.

“Don't forget to have good posture,” The butler continued. Duke frowned slightly. Maybe this would be longer than he thought.

* * * * *

“Now a tad more glitter. You can never have enough!”

Duke followed the instructions, finishing up the glitter bomb which Stephanie had taught him how to make. He wasn't sure what it was going to be used for, but he knew it wasn't gonna be good.

“Great job, Duke!” Stephanie grinned, then turned to Dick. “How much longer till Bruce gets back from patrol?”

Ah. Yeah, this definitely wasn't going to be good.

“Five minutes,” Dick replied, “Everyone in position!”

And so Duke found himself dragged into the Batcave, glitter bomb behind his back, and a hastily memorized instruction to throw and run in his mind. Five minutes later, the batmobile rolled into the cave. Bruce jumped and and came over to Duke.

“What are you still doing up?”

“Bruce, would you ever disown me?”

Bruce frowned and pulled off the cowl. “No, Duke. Of course not.”

Duke nodded. “Would you ever break your no-kill rule just for me?”

Bruce smiled and shook his head. “Never.”

“Okay, most important question,” Duke paused and took a deep breath, “Would you ever blame me for something that isn't my fault?”

“Not if I can help it, I promise you that.”

Duke took another deep breath and nodded. “Alright.” He then in one swift movement pulled out the glitter bomb from behind his back, and threw it at the Dark Knight of Gotham. The Caped Crusader. The Batman.

Duke turned and bolted, leaving a stunned Bruce Wayne in his wake. Once he was in the stairwell, he turned in time to see Bruce completely covered in purple glitter. He looked down at himself, then up to the heavens.

“STEPHANIE!!!” He yelled.

* * * * *

“That was legendary, Narrows!”

Duke grinned back at Jason. Sure, lobbing a glitter bomb at the guy who was currently giving you a home (not to mention said guy was THE BATMAN) had been one of the worst experiences of his life, but even he had to admit it was funny.

“Seriously, Duke,” Tim replied, “I don't think I could have done that.”

“And the dialogue leading up to it!” Dick grinned as he sat next to Duke on the couch.

“It was worthy of cake,” Damian replied, a smile on his face.

“Speaking of cake!” Stephanie announced as she strolled into the room, a large cake in hand. On the top read 'one of us'. She set it down on the coffee table in front the sofa.

Cassandra grinned as she handed Duke the cake knife. “One of us,” she said, and the chant was soon picked up.

“One of us! One of us! Once of Us!”

Duke grinned as he sliced through the cake. Everyone cheered.

“So how do you feel, Duke? Got the crazies yet?” Stephanie asked as she collapsed on the sofa.

Duke grinned. “Not yet.”

Jason laughed. “Give it some time, kiddo.”

Duke settles back and took a bite of his cake – blue velvet – and pressed play on the movie. Everyone settled down, eating cake and enjoying The Incredibles.

* * * *

A few hours later when Duke was the only awake, Bruce quietly walked into the room.

“How'd initiation go?”

Duke sighed contentedly. “Good.”

Bruce smiled. “Get some sleep. You did well tonight.”

Duke didn't bother trying to figure out the implications of that sentence, opting instead to settle back into the cuddle pile. Cass, tucked under his arm, Damian on his lap, Dick wrapped around his other side, Stephanie atop Jason, and Jason and Tim woven into the chaos of limbs. It was warm and strangely comfortable.

Duke sighed, smiling. It's nice, he thought, belonging.

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sage-the-mage · 7 years ago

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Okay so like a month/month and a half ago I was bored at work and let my mind wander while cleaning (as I frequently do, my brain constantly jumps from thing to thing when I'm bored) and accidentally created an AU I've been obsessing over since. It started out as me wondering what would happen if Miraculous Ladybug was in the same universe as DC (specifically the "takes bits and pieces from different things because the actual comics usually have me screaming no because of the bullshit they do to my babies and anyway I like Teen Titans (2003) and Young Justice and the animated movies so I'm gonna amalgamate them a bit" verseI made with Mal that's constantly going in my head). But nothing really changed so I kept doing things and wound up combining two things that didn't need to be put together and made Marinette not exist in the verse and- That was when I realized I had a problem but really didn't care. Sooo since I'm not doing great today I decided I'm just making a long probably rambling post for this verse because maybe it'll make me feel better. -Chara and Mal came to earth when they were nine and got adopted by Bruceman almost instantly -Dickiebird is two years older than them but Chara will always claim "oldest" when coming up with plans and is questioned on who put her in charge and he really doesn't fight her on it because she's definitely the most responsible -Idk the actual age differences between everyone in the batfam so I'm making up my own -Ironically enough, when Mal and Chara first got into the heroing thing, Chara's chosen alias was Ladybug. Because she liked ladybugs -Mal and Chara spent their first four years on earth trying to find their father, then never actually went to see him once they did because they were both nervous -Plus Jason had just been taken in and they wanted to get to know their new little bro -Jay's a year younger than them -Another year after that, when Mal and Chara were thirteen, Chara almost died -Mal and Dickie had already decided to move to Jump for awhile and try being heros without The Bat, and Chara decided to let Ladybug die (since the villains already thought she was) for awhile so she could see what a normal life was like -She then sought out her father to actually meet him -Who lived in Paris with his wife -They own a bakery -You have to see where this is going -The girls' mother Miranda visited earth at one point (for science) and wound up "dating" (it was like a week lmao so I'm not sure it counts as dating) Tom Dupain while she was there -Then after she left she found out she was pregnant and he wound up meeting Sabine Cheng -Also Miranda seemed to have a thing for accidentally having half human kids after visiting earth -Because that had happened before with some other human -Except the father of those ones knew about it -So she kept one (Valerie) and let the father keep one on earth -And there we have Slade -Because I just like torturing my babies by having him related to them too damn much -Anyway -So Chara goes and surprises her dad with her existence -But he and Sabine are both more than happy to let her live with them -Chara had already thought of Bruceman as her dad (and Selina as a mom tbh) and now she has another mom and dad and it was great -Mal came by to meet them and it was great -I should write that tbh -French is one of the languages Chara hadn't picked up working in the batfam so she had to learn there -This leads to slip-ups and uncertain stuttering that Chloe makes fun of her for relentlessly -Chloe still a bitch -She manages to have a normal life for a full year!!! -Then mysteriously gets these earrings that turn her into a superhero themed like- get this- a ladybug -Oh the irony -I feel I've gotten more sarcastic as this post goes on -Also she gets her first crush on a sweet cinnamon roll model boy and made friends with a girl who really likes superheros -In case you couldn't tell that's Adrien and Alya -Chara can talk to Adrien better than Marinette can in the show -She still stammeres a lot but it's not nearly as bad and it's usually blamed on her not knowing the language confidently yet -She pretty quickly settles into her role as Ladybug again -She even likes Chat Noir's stupid puns -Not that she'd tell him while they're battling akumas -Then Jay dies -And she's sadder than normal but no one knows why exactly -Because she's pretty private about her life and family back in Gotham -Anyway over the next few years she becomes pretty good friends with Alya and Nino and Adrien while doing the hero thing with Chat -Because I have a soft spot for the MariChat branch, that is definitely a thing -Chat likes to see what "Purrrincess" is up to because she's less stuttery and more jokey for some reason when he's Chat instead of Adrien??? -The reason being Chara knows Chat won't make fun of her for her language slip-ups because he hadn't while she's LB -Either way Chat likes seeing her like that -And Chara comes to appreciate his jokes and just him in general -And she kinda gives up on Adrien because surely if it was meant to be it would be easier -And Chat's accepted LB doesn't want to be anything more than friends -So one day while they're hanging in Chara's room Chat kisses her -And then they're making out on her bed -And it becomes a thing -And a couple weeks later Chara shows up one day covered in hiccies -So does Adrien -Neither offers an explanation and Chara doesn't seem to be upset by seeing hiccies by the collar of his shirt so everyone assumes they hooked up, which is truer than Chara realizes -Chara winds up telling Alya it was actually Chat and holy hell Alya totally flips -"GIRL HOW THE HELL HAVE YOU WOUND UP WITH CHAT FREAKING NOIR!!!" -Chara shushes her and tells her it's not like that -Really they're just friends with benefits because surely Chat, who seemed to flirt with everyone (though if she payed attention, she'd see it was only her as Chara and LB) wouldn't want to actually DATE her -Jump to a few months later, LB and Chat finally defeated Hawkmoth -They agreed to not reveal Gabriel's identity, as long as he gave up the moth miraculous -LB was very reluctant to do this, which confused Chat -Chat, after finding out HM was Gabe and his reason for wanting the cat and ladybug miraculouses was to bring his mom back bc he's even worse with Emotions (tm) than Bats, wanted to give him a second chance, and was confused why LB (not knowing she was trained by Bats and lived in Gotham) is so reluctant to give a second chance -After they leave Chara decides to reveal herself to Chat because without HM as a problem anymore that shouldn't be an issue and really it's been nearly four years and she really REALLY likes him so -Chat is just stunned because shit his lady and his purrincess are one and the same and wait he kissed Ladybug and she actually was interested in him just not while they were fighting and fuck his father was the guy they've been up against for the last four years she DEFINITELY wouldn't be in him now -Chara sees the shock on his face and, because she's pretty confident in herself, assumes he wasn't as ready for a reveal and tells him not to tell him who he is yet, he clearly isn't ready -Chat just kisses her and detransforms anyway and Chara's the one who's shocked -Jump again to a few weeks later when Chara goes on a visit to Gotham as she does every few months -She's kept up well with the growing Batfamily and keeps a good relationship with all of them -She acts as a mother to all of them, including Dick -She's pretty protective of Timmy -Damian wouldn't admit it, but she's actually his favorite -She's not judgmental of the fact he grew up an assassin or telling him constantly to not kill people, and actually gives him tips on how to adapt (which she'd used herself after coming to earth), and she's not always around so he doesn't have to deal with constant hugs, only when she's visiting, so it's a manageable amount -Jay's the only one she hasn't kept up with, and that's only because no one told her he came back -So Chara comes for one of her visits and brings Adrien and Alya and Nino (who've been informed of their secret identities) -Almost immediately there's an attack at the coffee shop they stop in by a fairly weak villain -Probably Riddler or smthn -Chara Ladybugs up and kicks his ass within two minutes -Cue people cheering and being excited at seeing Ladybug again -AGAIN -Chara goes back to Chara and Alya just -"GIRL YOU GOT SOME 'SPLAININ' TO DO" -Chara hesitates then takes the distraction of noticing someone -That someone winds up being Jay -He'd heard what was going off then sprinted off when he saw it was taken care of -Chara chases -Confused af when she sees it's Jay -But also excited because her first little brother is ALIVE -And she's just chattering and hugging him -And then he starts bawling and she's not sure why -But she's rocking him and muttering soothing nonsense and petting his hair -And he's curled in her lap like a little kid and just sobbing and holding onto her and he's just so happy someone's loving him and caring about him -Once he calms down he tells her that he had come back and the whole story with that and how after he hadn't followed the no kill rule a few times and the rest of the family was weary at best towards him -Mal was nice enough to him at least but still it wasn't great -Chara just keeps holding him and rocking him and assuring him that he's still part of the family and more importantly he's still her little brother and she'll always be his big sister -She reminds him how before she moved to Paris she promised she'd be there for him whenever he needed and says that still applies -The others finally find where she'd went and she tells them everything -Bruceman might be mad but shhhh he can deal she trusts them with her life -They finally make it to Wayne Manor and they all get along pretty damn well -Even Jay -I should write that too -Aaaand that's all for now

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