#would’ve been Batheart

[thornquillthefiendish]

did you draw crowhawk hypokits yet? o3o

When you sent this I hadn’t but since I should’ve by this point-

I made one!

This is Falconflight, first born son of Hawkfrost and Crowfeather (I might make more). More info on his story under the cut

So in this relatively feel-good au, Hawkfrost decides instead of just a quick grift to just. Commit to moving to WindClan during the conflict, while originally it’s for the plan he and mudclaw have brewing, eventually things settle down before anyone can die and mudclaw remains deputy while Onestar eases into leadership a bit better. Hawk and Crow have known eachother before this and have had a thing for each other so not long after hawkfrost has Falconkit, he’s a single kit since they’re still like young adults and he was definitely conceived out of excitement that they could have kits without severe judgement (at least not as severe as a “full fledged” halfclan kit). Falconkit is raised well by his fathers, oddly enough, between two obnoxious idiots he becomes weirdly well adjusted and…very sweet? Despite his tall, dark intimidating looks, Falconflight is a big softy, which no one expected out of hawkfrost and crowfeathers union, and he’s always been notably soft spoken compared to his parents. Falconkit becomes a paw around Breezekits birth, which still happens, but he’s not Crowfeather’s son since him and Nightcloud don’t have a reason to get together, instead Nightcloud has kits with an unknown source (insert your ship here). Hawkfrost and Nightcloud are actually decently good friends so when the litter is unfortunately born mostly stillborn, hawkfrost lends his support and breezekit and Nightcloud become honorary family to them, with breezekit and falconpaw growing up close. Breezepelts later rebellion is still fueled by “daddy” issues, but the issue is he doesn’t know who that is even.

In his more interpersonal plot, Falconflight had experienced strange dreams as a kit, often of a shadowy woodland where a dark tabby would step out from the undergrowth and speak to him. Hawkfrost would often stay awake to guard his son while he slept, waking him from the nightmares when he felt him stir. The dreams would fade before apprenticeship, and Falconflight carries little to no memories of them ever occurring. His mentor was mudclaw, and yet again somehow none of that rubbed off on him. He’s known in his adulthood as a heartthrob, even openly spoken of outside of WindClan, but he remains ambiguous about his love life. He’s just oddly very good and kind and there is no catch, I mean it legit he’s just. A soft man. That being said, he’s extremely intimidating having inherited a very distinct set of traits from his dads, mainly being Crowfeather’s distinct facial shapes (very oriental cat breed esc) and Tigerstars genes which made him a bit more muscular than most WindClanners, something that must’ve skipped over hawkfrost somehow. He’s inherited some personality traits from his fathers even though he is simply too kind to be from either of them, for example, he makes terrible jokes and puns, but unlike hawkfrost he actually thinks it’s very funny. They enjoy torturing Crowfeather. We still don’t know what he got from Crowfeather, and maybe he lucked out there.

Bonus; if he were to have a voice it’d be Jeremy Irons, just to add to the whiplash that is his personality.

[bathearts]

“Gum?”

- By bathearts !

Pairing: Battinson!Batman x Drunk F!Reader

Warning(s): Few mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Drunk (Y/N) finds herself being taken home by, none other than, The Batman.

A/N: My first ever story on this account! I hope you guys enjoy :) Gif is also not mine!!

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(Y/N) stumbled behind a large, dark figure. Her heels were too bothersome during her being drunk so she quickly took them off and followed behind him. His large boots made loud stepping noises especially with the water from the rain.

She swore she would have seen him eye her after she took off her heels and was now barefoot. She saw him mumbled something,

“Sorry, what? I didn’t catch that.” Her eyebrows furrowed, trying to think of what he said. He sighed out of frustration. This ain’t how he wanted to spend the night, nonetheless as Batman.

(Y/N) wasn’t a drinker, in fact she would’ve liked to have fun without any alcohol involved. But her friends convinced her to come to the bar with them and have a few drinks. A few turned into a bunch. She drunkly made her way home till a large figure towered over her. She had never seen him before, so it was safe to say she was shocked to even see him.

He knew better than to leave a young, drunk woman in the streets alone at night. He offered her some help home, at first she hesitated.

But, thinking of how drunk she was she accepted the offer and now they were walking together back to her place.

“Thank you for helping me back home, I really… appreciate it.”

Silence.

Instead of talking her mouth off she decided to stay silent. Not to mention, she didn’t want to drown his smelling senses with her gross breath.

“What were you doing alone here and drunk?” He finally spoke up, which really surprised her given the fact that he had been so quiet. His voice really wasn’t what she expected either. It didn’t sound bad, she liked it. It was just that he was THE BATMAN.

“Oh, I was just having fun with a few friends. Don’t you have drinks sometimes?” She hiccuped. He stared at her for a few before looking at the sidewalk ahead.

She grabbed her purse and rummaged through it, he tensed up. Getting ready for anything. Her hand slowly made her way out of her purse, his heart began to beat faster. Adrenaline pumping though his veins already.

…

“Gum?…” She had a pack of gum in her hands, showing it to him. He stopped and looked at it for a split second.

“No.”

“Oh… okay…” She pulled a piece out and unwrapped it. She quickly began chewing it.

“Are you sur-“ “Yes.”

Sheesh.

He interrupted her, seeming a bit annoyed. He was glad she wasn’t those loud drunks who like to scream and just cause chaos. But still, it wasn’t his plan to take someone drunk home.

“If I throw this wrapper on the ground, are you going to punch me?” She looked at him, with bug eyes. She swore she could see him crack a bit of a smile but she was drunk so what did she know?

“Why would I punch an innocent?”

“I don’t know, cause littering is illegal too. Technically that would make me a criminal… so…” She stopped herself, she felt herself like if she kept talking she was going to talk his ear off.

It was nice talking to him for some reason though, it was like he did listen and he was taking note of what she was saying even if she was drunk.

“I wouldn’t do that. How far is your home?”

“Oh, my apartment is just up ahead to the right.” She smiled. “You sure you still don’t want gum?” She pulled out her packet, opening it up and extending her arm towards him.

He rolled his eyes, taking a piece and putting it in his pocket.

“You’re not going to eat it?”

“No.”

She nodded, putting the gum packet back.

Finally, they were standing in front of her apartment.

“This is it, um, thank you again.” She smiled.

“Don’t get drunk if no one you can trust can take you home.”

“Well, why don’t you just give me your number. I can trust you, right?”

Oh my god.

She didn’t just say that. She hoped he didn’t take it as a flirty type of response because she genuinely just wanted to have his number.

Even if he didn’t seem pretty handsome under that mask, not to mention you could totally see his muscles under his suit. She wondered what it would be like to run her fingers across his fa-

“Hey?”

“Sorry. What were you asking?”

“Do you… need help getting up to your apartment?”

“Oh. No, thanks. It would be pretty weird taking in The Batman to my door.” She chuckled, he looked at her facial expressions for a while before blinking away his fantasies.

“Well, bye.” She waved bye before walking inside, except she heard heavy footsteps behind her. She stared at him.

“What are you doing?…”

“Taking you to your apartment.”

Wow. This guy was like a black cat that you can’t shake off after you tried giving it some sort of affection but then stop because it doesn’t have a good response to it.

“Wouldn’t that be wei-“ “No.”

Two times. Two times he’s interrupted her. Drunk people have feelings too!

“Okay.” She nodded, making her way inside. Thankfully no one was in the lobby since it was late at night. He looked around, inspecting the place. Hearing the buzzes of the lights and the faint smell of cigarettes lingering in the halls.

She stopped at a door, if he wasn’t paying attention he could’ve tripped over her. Thankfully he stopped.

“This is it. 207.” She looked through her purse, finding her keys and quickly shoving the key in the lock.

“It’s… hard to open these doors sometimes.” She jiggled the handle a few times.

He stepped towards the door, signaling her to back off a bit. He turned the handle and opened the door. Stars appeared in her eyes.

He was strong, that's for sure.

He found himself looking around her apartment, the halls and such were terrifying and bad. But she had a cutesy looking apartment. Cozy.

She walked in, turning towards the door.

“Um, you can come in if you want.”

She really wants to invite a huge bat into her home that she's barely met. Well, not even met.

He looked at her with uncertainty in his eyes, and he stepped in. She moved out of the way.

Once he was in her apartment, she closed the door.

“Do you want anything? Apart from some gum?” She chuckled, throwing her keys on the counter and keys on the couch.

“No.” He was tense, he knew nothing would happen but he was never in anyone’s home. Not as Bruce Wayne and most definitely not as Batman.

“Okay. Make… yourself at home.” She turned to head to her kitchen. He followed behind her.

Oh.

So he was that type of person.

“You don’t want any coffee?”

“Um… sure.”

He needed the energy. Though he wasn’t too sure.

“Okay. Let me just find the kettle.” She looked around the cabinets.

She stopped, looking behind her and around. She realized that he was gone.

She looked at her counter, a thin piece of paper that wasn’t there before laid there. Flat. She picked it up.

Oh.

Oh…

It was his phone number.

XXX-XXXX-XXXX

- The Batman