#Damian is technically the Oldest

[bet-on-me-13]

Damien didn't know what to expect when he reached the Original's Home. A cabin in the woods devoid of all outside communication? A Boat at Sea far from the eye of the League? Maybe a secret underground Bunker where he could wait out the League's attention?

Whatever it was he was expecting, it wasn't this.

A suburban Home. Redstone on the outside, with gray steps leading up to a normal (if slightly battered) looking door. The only thing separating it from a completely average house being the Space Ship shaped Attachment on the Roof.

He would have thought that the Original would have chosen a more subtle hiding spot, but considering he had yet to be found until that very day, it must have been effective.

Now that he was standing so close to the Original's Door, he didn't know what to expect.

When the news of him being a Clone had originally been revealed, he had been filled with a Confused Fury. Why, why had this happened to him?! He was supposed to be the Blood Son, the successor to the Batman, the next in line for the Throne of the Demon's Head. It had been his entire identity for much if his Life.

But then he had discovered that it was all a Lie. He was not the only Blood Son, he wasn't even the Blood Son at all, he was a cheap Immitation of them. He was not next in line for the Throne, that honor (or curse) lied at the feet of someone who had been born for it.

He had acted rashly at first. He used all the channels available to him, both from his Hero Work and his previous Assasins Job, to track down where the Original's had disappeared to. Then he snuck out of the Manor, and wen tto confront his Template.

But now that he stood on the steps of his Templates Home, he had no idea what he was there. Was he there to Kill him? Was he there to investigate? Why had he ever sought out the Original?

Before he could resolve the turmoil within his own Mind, he heard the sound of a Door opening in front of him. He looked up, and saw his own Face staring back at him. He looked different of course, older, and his eyes were Blue rather than Green, but it was undoubtedly his own Face. This was him. The Original. The Real Damien Al Ghul.

"So, you've been standing outside my front door for almost an hour now, what's up?" Had it really been that long? He had been so trapped within his own mind that he hadn't even noticed.

"Hello, I believe we have some business." He said.

The Original seemed to take a closer look at him, and said "Oh God dammit, did the Fruitloop Clone me again? I thought he has learned his Lesson after Dan."

Again? So he hadn't even been the first of the Clones. How much had his Mother hidden from him?

"I guess we do have some stuff to discuss, come on in. What should I call you?" Invited the Original.

"I do not know." He said, "I do not know if my name belongs to me anymore. Do you not own the name of Damien Al Ghul?"

He seemed to pause at this for a bit, before smacking his palm to his forehead, "Oh, you're not one of Vlads are you?" He said, turning to him, "You're one of Hers."

"What?" He asked. Who was Vlad?

"Ugh, nevermind. That's a whole other mess to deal with at a later time. For now, let me introduce myself at least." He said, "My name is Daniel, I go by Danny though."

"Then I guess I'll go by Red Bird. It was an old Alias of mine, it will serve its purpose for now."

The Origi-Danny, seemed to cringe at that. "Oh yeah, we have a lot to talk about."

Without another option, Red Bird followed him in.

Reverse Clone AU

So, I've seen a couple stories where Danny is Damian's clone. How about we reverse it?

Danny was born Damian Al Ghul, being raised to be an assassin since he could walk. However, he had a good heart, and eventually his mother overstepped around him (maybe she killed one of his favorite caretakers? Maybe he saw her killing someone with a loving family?), causing him to decide to leave the League next time they let him outside.

He was discovered by the Fentons, got adopted, and had his name changed from Damian Al Ghul into Daniel 'Danny' Fenton. Over the years, his time in the League slowly faded from memory, only remembering that one moment that drove him from them.

Talia, meanwhile, tried to create another baby, but found she didn't have any more DNA from Bruce. However, she did have plenty of Damian/Danny's DNA, so she decided to simply clone her son, making sure that this one would never get it in his head to run away. She decided to let the memory of her first son go, completely overriding it with the new Damian, as if he had been the first son and not merely some clone, forcing everyone in the League to keep the fact a secret.

So, things continue on, Danny becomes Phantom, Damian becomes Robin, so on and so forth. Eventually, one of the Batclan stumble upon Danny and take an interest in him once they realize he looks like Damian.

They actually don't think that he's a clone, because he's older than Damian and records show him having a history older than Damian, so they believe that Talia had another child, which Damian is already a little salty about, because it means that his status as the heir of the League and potentially his title as the only blood son of batman are completely meaningless.

Unfortunately, their investigations lead to the League figuring out where Danny is, at which point Talia drops by and decides to reveal in front of everyone that Danny is the original Damian and Damian is a clone meant to take his place.

The only one who takes it well is Danny, who tells everyone to get off his porch before he activates the home defense systems because he does not care for this drama.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

You know what we never see, neglected reader who is damn near bruce's age. Technically if you think about it you can really have kids at any age, so why people only make him pump it and dump it only when is in his 30s and 40s is crazy to me. If Bruce has I kid at 18 and he is in his late 40s , reader could be in their 30s and be the oldest of the batkids. Especially if reader has gone their whole life never knowing bruce until know or known them in the last couple of years.

Reader is a grown ass adult, whom bruce and the family have no real authority over considering their age. The audacity of batfamily as well, y'all are really out here bullying a grown adult like?????? Honesty if they wanted to they could just leave, like for real. Also technically speaking, if reader is near bruce's age, then most of the boys neglected reader is paired with romantically would be considered significantly younger, and I don't think reader would really date youger than themselves.

But you know who they could date, the league. Reader might be slightly younger but it wouldn't be considered an inappropriate age gap like we be seeing here on this damn app. Anyone only the Justice League is free game for her. God could you imagine what Bruce feel if he ever caught one of his own colleagues was shaking up with his oldest kid, especially if it was somone like Wonder Woman or Superman, the two people he is closest to.

I LOVE THIS IDEA OVERWORKED ADULT!READER

Just thinking about a reader who is an overworked office worker at Wayne Enterprises, the same company that Bruce owns, without knowing that Bruce Wayne is their biological father. They go through years of their lives not really knowing their dad and not really caring, like Father's Day was just another Mother's Day to them, or they would give Father's Day presents to their uncles or grandpa. They never really cared to know their dad and never really cared to even see him. Their mom said he was just a feeling that she had when she was 18; it wasn't too important, and she can hardly remember. But then again, who forgets Bruce Wayne? At that time, he wasn't the infamous playboy, just a hurt rich kid with too much eyeliner. Bruce wasn't even aware of their existence until now.

Just think about it: you're going out on a daily walk in Gotham Park when all of a sudden you run into Dick and his cute little dog, Haley. You play around with the puppy for just a while before you go back on your walk. Dick is practically blushing because, wow, you're so good with animals and you're so kind and nice—not to mention you remind him of somebody, but he can't put his finger on it. The next thing you know, you run into Tim, who's having trouble with the vending machine. You teach the kid a small trick: hitting the vending machine at least three times on different sides, and boom, energy drinks fall out. You hand him the other one while walking away, and he thinks you're the coolest person to ever step foot on this Earth. You catch Damian sketching in the park and compliment him on his artistic skills. He never cared for silly compliments, but yours felt so real, so kind and genuine.

You meet Steph Batgirl; you both are ordering the same combo meal just for you to say, "Jinx, you owe me a soda!" Being playful, she gets you an extra Sprite. You accidentally drop your wallet, and Cass picks it up. She doesn't say anything, so it makes you think that she's mute or deaf, so you end up signing "thank you" to her. She's over the moon, ecstatic even. Duke is complaining about how his favorite coffee shop is out of matcha drinks. You end up buying matcha—a stupid trend—and you give him your drink. He's left flustered, struggling to say thank you.

At the bar, you're out with some coworkers drinking until you and your work crew are singing "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall." Jason, who's at the same bar, catches you. He thinks your drunk expressions are pretty cute, and they all share the same experiences they had that day with each other. They figure out they met the same person, surprisingly similar to Bruce. They also list key traits like how you're tall, your long dark hair, your tired eyes, your slumped posture, and your amazing charm, which managed to make them become yanderes in under a minute. They share this information with Bruce, who's completely confused as to why all of his little birds would be obsessed with you.

He finally sees you in the office, snoozing over a pile of paperwork. He has paternal feelings towards you, wanting to wrap you in his thousand-dollar suit coat. He puts it over your shoulders and takes the workload off of you. The next thing you know, he's reading into your files, trying to learn everything and anything about you, just to know that you've been working here for three years. He learns that even though you do an exceptional job, your mother is the old flame he had during his first years as Batman. He takes a piece of your DNA—an energy drink you've been chugging down your throat—just to realize that you are his blood. But how can he just step into your life without you even knowing him? Any of the Birds stepping into your life without you regarding them— to you, they're just a bunch of strangers that you've had silly moments with; to them, you're family. I have a hunch that they knew you for years, at least more than the big sibling that somehow managed to run away.

[stove-top96]

Water Colour Eyes

Chapter 01

Y Batfam x Gn Reader

Featuring: platonic Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne (no Jason in this chapter)

2.3k words

Im very new to tumblr and was recently inspired by @acid-ixx to try writing my own story, please go easy on me but any and all advice will be greatly appreciated. (Im still trying to figure out how this app works but I know the basics). The only knowledge I have of working in a restaurant is bistro huddy.

Rubbing your temples you could just feel the headache forming. It was going to be one of those shifts, the kind that drags on and on. Standing behind the hostess stand shuffling through the reservation book scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Flipping through the pages only pausing once you spot his name “Bruce Wayne”. That name became a fixture in the book, always booking at 6:30 and specifically requesting you as his server. Within the past 2 months he’s definitely become your regular, and although he is technically your only regular, he just has a certain quality that sets him apart from your co-workers regulars. Sure he’s a pleasure to have as a customer, always punctual, kind, and very generous with the tips. There’s just something you can’t quite place your finger on, he tends to get a little personal. He started calling you by your first name, and always asked you about your life. But you’ve always chalked it up to him being a ditzy guy who’s never been told no. Even if he carries himself with a certain air, alluding that he knows much more than he lets on. it seems like no one else questions it, so why should you? Regardless, his tips were good enough to let him call you by your name and ask you about your personal life.

La Vie Royale was always busy on Fridays. Swarming with creeps who always stared too long, and buzzing with heiresses who always had something to complain about. For being Gothams richest they almost never tipped well, and when they did it was some lonely wealthy old weirdo on a date with their sugar baby. Co-workers weren’t much help either, specifically the superiors always criticizing and critiquing never bothering to hide the contempt in their voices when speaking. The Kitchen was like another world, one you weren’t welcome in. The other servers stayed in their lane, and always kept to each other. That’s what it’s like for every newbie who somehow snatches Gothams richest billionaire for a regular. The only saving grace was the hostesses who, like you, were at the bottom of the La Vie Royale food chain.

Glancing at the clock reading 5:47, plenty of time to mentally prepare for dealing with Albertine while you serve the playboy billionaire. Albertine was possibly the worst manager for the night, she’d always get so on edge when she’d find out he was dining here for the evening. Glancing over and you can see her talking to one of the other servers, eyes locked on you. God, you could just feel that headache getting worse, and after a long day of classes you pray he’d be a no show for once. Wishful thinking though, the best you can hope for is getting through this shift without a lecture. Rather than contemplating how dreadful this shift will be at the hostess stand, you might as well look busy and get a head start on your side work.

Once the minute hand hit 30 like clock work, Bruce Wayne walked in. Smiling at the familiar face of the regular, this time he wasn’t alone. Three young men walked in right after. Raising an eyebrow, they were clearly in the same party. Why didn’t his assistant say he’d have guests when they booked him the reservation? Looking more closely at the boys it’s clear they also have that odd quality in common with Mr Wayne. One looked barely out of high school, and had been scrolling on his phone with a smirk on his face. The youngest, likely in middle school, had an aura that demanded a respect unfit for his age. The oldest, probably in his mid twenties, seemed to have a natural charm to him. You had always known Wayne had his fair share of children, he talked about them often although you could never put a name to a face.

“Wow Mr Wayne, you finally brought some guests with you today” you tease as you greet the group and check them in for their reservation. you hear a chuckle and glance up to see Bruce’s smile, it’s warm and reaches his eyes. “Well I figured it was about time I took my kids out with me”. Giving a polite nod and smiling as he introduces his kids. “I see, your table will ready in a few minutes, we didn’t expect you to bring any guests tonight” Mr Wayne huffs eyeing the oldest “I apologize it was a last minute change in plans, Dick was visiting and insisted on going out” The oldest Dick chimes in “you’ll still be able to fit us in right?” His voice is calm, like he knows the answer and just wants you to hear you talk. “ I’m sure we can, I’ll just have to go clear the table” eyes glued to the reservation book, moving some other reservations around to accommodate the new change. Something a restaurant as refined as La Vie Royale would never do, although Albertine and every other superior insisted that Mr Wayne be accommodated in any way possible. He brought good press, and according to a rumour amongst the staff he even considered buying it a while back. Giving the group a polite nod as you rush off, to clear the other tables. Missing the brief dejected look on the oldest boy's face.

Albertine noticing the Wayne family standing alone makes a beeline towards them. “Have you been helped yet?” She asks in a voice the family could only describe as sickly sweet. “Yes our server is just clearing the table” Tim’s voice monotone, not even bothering to glance up from his phone. Albertine pauses, eyes widening for a split second then back to the false smile “I see” she says as if contemplating something before walking away, sending a sharp glare in your direction as she does. The interaction not going unnoticed by the Wayne’s. “you will be at fault if they get reprimanded” Damian pipes up glaring at Tim. Staring down at the younger Wayne, “she’ll find something to get mad at tonight no matter what” he argues back, knoe he doesn’t have the best excuse. A small feeling of guilt starts to bubble in his chest. Tim realized his slip up too late. It's likely you’ll get yelled at for keeping such “prestigious guests waiting” once they’ve finished with their meal. Glancing at Dick’s and Bruce’s faces, it’s clear they’re planning ways to ease the consequences you’ll likely face later tonight. Tim glances back down to Damian only to find his glare still present.

“Thank you for your patience” your voice pulls them out of their trance, calming down the rising tension. It reminds them of why they came tonight, to see you. Oblivious to their true intentions you smile, grabbing the menus “follow me”. As you lead them to their table Bruce and Tim make note of how many others are sitting in your section for the night, some of them they recognize from galas others are unimportant. however your section is completely full. Finally reaching their table, it isn’t Bruce’s normal table much to his disdain; he doesn't have the vantage point to subtly watch over you. Although one thing he can see from his seat is that horrid woman glaring at you, waiting for the chance to take you away from them only just to scold you. After dropping off the menus and giving a rundown of the night's specials, you leave telling them you’ll be back in a few minutes for their orders. As you walk away Bruce notices your manager snapping with her hands and glaring at you with that permanent scowl on her face. She motions for you to follow her to the back.

After witnessing that interaction the boys are only left to imagine what she’s yelling at you about. Most of the family members are able to hide their contempt after seeing your manager's rude behaviour, the witch’s actions will likely dictate the mood for the rest of the night. Dick is the only one visibly upset, Blüdhaven has been so chaotic recently getting to see you tonight had been the only thing that kept him from falling apart. Now because that wicked witch of the waste is on some power trip, whatever lecture she’s giving you right now will weigh on you the whole night, leaving you to be even more reserved than you already are. How is he supposed to be a good brother to you if you don't let him in?,The rest of the family comes to a similar conclusion. It's clear that this job environment is an unhealthy one, they would rather you work somewhere else, or better yet not at all. The only reason they’ve allowed you to work here for so long is because it’s the most practical way to grow closer to you. Once they’re further along with the plan, you won’t ever have to step foot in this place again.

“Sorry about the wait” your voice soft, eyes not meeting theirs, face carrying a faint frustration. their prediction clearly came to fruition, much to the family’s displeasure. “What can I get y’all to drink” you smile, attempting to remain composed as you take their orders. A quality of yours the family admired, although they often wished you’d take your mask off and allow yourself to be vulnerable around them. But for now they’re your guests, not your family. Writing down their order smiling the same forced smile “perfect I’ll be right back with those” once again walking away. “Why can’t that women understand they’re not meant to handle that much pressure, it’s absurd how she expects them to perform optimally now” Damian voices his opinion, his expression unreadable to most but it’s evident to the family he’s unbelievably angry at just how much you let that women affect you. “Why can’t you just fire her, it would make our baby bird's life much easier” Dick who is also in aggrence, his protectiveness evident in his voice. Dick’s question goes unanswered. Truthfully even if some of the family tries to dénie it, the reason they kept all these horrible coworkers around you was selfish. They wanted to push you to your limits, before they swooped in to save you.

3 minutes is the standard time for a table to wait for drinks. However with the Waynes your managers instilled into the whole staff that they never wait for a table, 1 minute 50 seconds is their standard for drinks and 25 minutes for food. With Albertine breathing down your neck, having 4 other tables to attend too, and a pounding headache. there’s not much keeping you from breaking down. The only thing you want right now is your bed, but that won’t happen for at least another 4 hours depending on when you're cut. At least Roa clocks in at 7:00, which is in roughly 10 minutes. Finishing off the drinks with Bruce’s red wine, you push down your stress and prepare to head over. “Here you go” you place everyone’s respective drinks in front of them. “Is everyone ready to order” hand instivily reaching for your notebook, but remembering what Albertine told you in the back “if you want to look somewhat professional at least memorize their orders, no notepad” you stop yourself, and pray they don’t order anything too complicated. “I’ll have the 8oz steak, medium rare” Burce’s order wouldn’t be a problem, he always got the same thing. “Can I get the Coq au vin” the oldest boy orders, who you’re pretty sure is dick. Tim goes next “I’ll get the boeuf bourguignon”, he has a satisfied smirk, probably because he has the best pronunciation so far. “may I have the ratatouille” The youngest orders, clearly annoyed by his brother’s antics. “Perfect I’ll go ring those in”, mumbling their orders to yourself as you ring them in, thankful they didn’t ask for any accommodations or changes you should be able to remember them just fine.

“They won’t make a mistake will they?” Dick asks, stressed at the fact they didn’t grab their notebook. “They shouldn’t, although if you ordered what you originally wanted they definitely would have” Bruce’s answer’s straight to the point. Although there’s a subtle praise in his wording, appreciating how they eased your workload. “It’s despicable just how much they're overworking them here” Damian's scowl seems to be permanent as he watches you attend to other tables, he knows it’s your job but they’re the Waynes they should be the only table you attend to tonight. That good for nothing manager who cares far too much about their opinion can’t even get that one thing right. “You got that right, and with how the night’s going I bet they’ll only check on us two times, three if we’re lucky” Tim’s voice piss’s Damian off even more, even if it is in agreement. “You don’t actually mean that” Dick pipes in,his voice radiating a sense of distress. “Of course I do, look at them. barely keeping it together” Tim points out. It’s true the tension in your shoulders is evident and your mask is already slipping, the worst part there’s almost nothing they can do besides tip you. Although even that doesn’t feel like enough. The server’s here tip out not only to the hostesses and busboys but also to the back, additionally you all have to pool your tips and split them evenly amongst the staff. This fact does nothing but motivate the Waynes to get you out of here as soon as possible.

23 minutes tick by, as the Wayne family watches you talk to other customers, complete your side work, and narrowly avoid another scolding from that damn manager. It bothers them that Tim was right, accepting that tonight is just an evening of observing you rather than growing slightly closer. It's moments like these that makes Bruce wish his name wasn’t as influential as it is. Thankfully you approach them once again with their meals. Although, the stress on your face is more prominent than earlier, the smile is even more forced, with the way you carry yourself you’re clearly being pushed to the limits. “Here you all go” even your voice sounds so much more tired, compared to when you were greeting them. At least you got their order right, not that any of them would say anything if you didn’t. “Anything else I can grab you?” You ask, so considerate they really should be the ones taking care of you, but all in due time. “I believe we’ll be alright” Bruce replies, not wanting you to strain yourself even more.

Only approaching them once as they ate, only to ask them if everything was to their liking. They knew it was protocol to ask each table that question, but they still wished you’d approach them, and initiate a conversation about anything but the food. As they ate in silence it’s clear tonight they didn’t make as much progress as they’d like. Maybe Bruce should have kept these outings to himself for a little longer. Or perhaps they should go on a day Jacques is the manager, he tends to be somewhat more lenient. Whatever the case may be this evening has been bittersweet for the entire family, and they’ll plan accordingly for next week to make up for the lost progress. Because that’s what family does for each other, they go above and beyond.

Next

[lovetrouble123]

You Look At Me And I’m Weak

Synopsis: Batman has Catwoman, and Nightwing has Kitty.

TW: n/a

A/N: oh Jesus Christ I pulled this out my ass lol so here’s my 2nd fic on tumblr ig???

Masterlist

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Once becoming Nightwing, Dick Grayson expected the code name ‘Robin’ to never come up again. It started with him and it would end with him, but when Jason, Tim and Damian all came into the picture, he realized that he had created a legacy.

It probably wasn’t the best legacy to have created, especially since he was the first Robin but also the oldest, which left the others to have a lot to live up to. But in some strange way…it connected all of them.

Though all the siblings had their own lives, their roots were connected to being a Robin at some point. But for Dick Grayson, there was one thing that separated him from his siblings.

One person.

One girl.

Bruce had lead by example, cats and bats don’t get along and a relationship would be strenuous and complicated.

But Dick wasn’t a bat anymore…well, technically at his core he was. But now he was a bird, meaning that cats and birds could get along, right?

He had moved away from Gotham City and to Blüdhaven to investigate some murders, only to stay when he realized how bad off Blüdhaven was in comparison. At the time, he assumed the cat wouldn’t follow, but she did.

“Birdy~,” a sweet voice called from behind.

“You know I hate that name,” Dick replied as he sat on the edge of a Blüdhaven building that was tall enough to overlook the city.

He didn’t have to turn around to know who was behind him. He was long past the days of her sneaking up on him and scaring the daylights out of him.

He was way past his Robin days.

Her boots clicked against the rooftop as she approached him, her steps barely heard. “Well, you shouldn’t have stuck with being a bird then.” She sassed as she sat down beside the Blüdhaven vigilante, her legs dangling over the ledge like his were.

“What would you rather I be?” He asked with a small head tilt as he looked at her face that was illuminated by the bright moonlight above.

“Not sure.” She trails off, “I can’t really imagine you as anything but a bird.”

His blue eyes were hidden behind his domino mask, but he was sure she could feel his gaze on her. “And why’s that?” He asked as he reached a gloved hand out and traced the scar on her arm that ran from her shoulder all the way down to her wrist.

He had always had a habit of tracing that scar. A scar that he had given her back as Robin, and something he still felt guilty for.

At the time, the two were enemies—rivals.

He was still fairly new to the Robin gig when the two met that night at the museum. He remembered Bruce handling Selina Kyle (his situationship that was still going on after all these years) while he handled Selina’s new protégée—Kitty.

He hadn’t had meant to hurt her that badly, but who knew baterangs were so sharp?

“Birds are cat’s natural prey.”

“Still trying to catch me, huh?”

“I’ve already caught you,” Kitty replied with a smirk.

He moved his hand away from her arm but continued to look at her, this time with a small and amused smile. “And what do you plan to do with me?”

She shrugged, “not sure…but I’ll keep you updated.”

“You could always let me go. You know, fly away?” Dick suggested as a small snort of laughter escaped the girl beside him. She tried to hide it and keep a straight face, to keep up her seductive persona, but she ultimately failed.

“You think I would?”

“Why not?”

“What if someone else finds my bird and captures him?”

Her words made Dick feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, as if he was a teenage boy again.

He had been here too many times with Kitty.

And this feeling wasn’t anything new.

“Should’ve put a collar on me then,” Dick joked as he shifted closer to her.

“You can’t put a collar on a bird.”

“No, but you can put a collar on a cat.” Dick quipped, his eyes flickering to her lips for a moment.

Kitty’s eyes widened at his words and looked away to hide the ever growing flush on her cheeks.

Oh. He had struck a nerve.

A gloved hand found the girls chin and gently guided her to look at him again, in his direction. Their faces were close.

Too close.

“Don’t get all shy now, Kitty.”

She was warm.

When had the two of them gotten so close?

He ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

They were so close that they could feel the others breath.

Just kiss her already. Dick’s mind encouraged, you and her have been dancing around each other like this for years now. You can flirt with her all day with no problem, but you can’t even kiss her?

The world around them ceased to exist as they stared at each other.

He had been pining after her for years now, and it all started at that museum whether they knew it or not.

It started with an apology.

And then she seemed to find him wherever he went.

And now, the lines between ‘just friends’ and romance was becoming blurred.

“Screw it,” Dick said aloud though it was to himself. He moved the hand that was her chin to her cheek and he placed his other hand on her other cheek. With both hands cupping her face, he kissed her.

And he had been waiting to do it for years.

And now, it was finally happening.

Over the years the two had gotten close, but now, they were closer than they ever expected—both mentally and physically.

Kitty’s hands found Dick’s shoulders as she held his shoulders in an attempt to steady herself in the deepening kiss.

Ever since he was a teenager and found himself falling for the cat, he had dreamed of her—of this moment.

She was a thief.

A pretty thief who had stolen his heart all those years ago whether she knew it or not.

He needed air.

He was the first to break away from the kiss and they stared at each other in silence.

She was breathtaking with her flushed cheeks and the small pants she let out as she tried to regain air.

He cupped her cheeks as he came down from his high.

God, he wanted to kiss her again…and again…and again…and again until he forgot how to breathe or how to form a coherent thought or sentence.

He wanted her like air.

Kitty was the first to break the silence as she removed her hands from Dick’s shoulders and placed a hand on his chest, giving him a small and light push to create some distance.

“So, uh…that happened.”

Dick removed his own hands from her face, “master of words.” He said he poked her side playfully, causing Kitty to let out a small squeak of surprise.

“H-Hey—!”

“Oh so you can handle all the flirting but you draw the line at poking?” Dick mused with a smirk.

Kitty used all her strength to push Dick harshly which caused him to tumble back onto the rooftop, but he caught himself on his elbows. He grinned, “strike another nerve?”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Dick said as he sat up and tried to cup her cheeks again.

Just one more—.

Kitty shoved his hands away, “you practically assaulted me.”

“How?”

“You kissed me without my consent,” Kitty answered as she flicked Dick’s forehead. “That’s assault.”

He rubbed the spot she flicked once she pulled away from him. “Was it that bad?”

She crossed her arms with a huff, “of course it was.”

Dick playfully scoffed and dropped his hand, “yeah cuz you totally didn’t kiss me back.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol or something?”

“And aren’t you supposed to be stealing something?”

“Not tonight.”

“Oh yeah? Why not?”

“Cuz,” she trailed off with flushed cheeks and a meek voice. “I think I’ve been stolen.”

Dick’s breath caught in his throat at her words but he quickly composed himself, “I’m a thief now?”

“Role reversal I guess.”

Did she even realize how charming she was?

“And if I don’t return it?”

“I would typically claw your eyes out.” She then softly smiled, “but I don’t know anymore.”

Dick’s gaze softened beneath his domino mask at her admission. His heart sped a little and in that moment the only word he could muster out was her name—her real name.

She was speechless at how he said her name, her real name. It wasn’t often she called anything but her code name Kitty, but with how he said it like a prayer?

It caused her to shiver.

“Yes?”

He shifted his body to fully face her as he took in her appearance. Her eyes sparkled under the moonlight, her hair flowed gently in the cool midnight breeze…

She was breathtaking, and he was in love with her.

He loves her.

It was something he had known for years now. But it suddenly hit him how much and how deeply his love ran for her…

Bruce taught him and lead by example.

Don’t get involved with cats, and keep relationships at arms length or better yet, don’t have one.

But how could he keep an arms length relationship or not have one at all when he was a lover boy?

Stolen glances, brief touches, compliments, playful banter that could easily be mistaken for flirting—he was in love.

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson, the formal Robin and now Nightwing was foolishly, idiotically and hopelessly in love.

“Can we..?” Dick trailed off, “what if we stopped playing this game?”

“Meaning..?”

He stopped for a moment.

Was this really happening?

Was he about to confess his love to her?

Was he really going to confess how weak he was for Y/N?

Yes.

He was tired of this same song and dance they had preformed for years, even if the two of them hadn’t fully understood it themselves.

All it took was a kiss, and he suddenly realized how much he loved her.

He understood how much he wanted to touch her and kiss her until he ran out of breath.

“What if we stopped this whole…cat and bird thing?”

“Which would make us..?”

His gloved hands gently grabbed hers, and for once, he dropped the playfully persona and focused on how her hands seemed to fit perfectly in his own.

He focused on her.

He focused on the now.

“I want this to be more than a silly game…I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine.”

There he said it.

He brought her hands up to her mouth and gently kissed them.

“I want to be able to kiss you without holding back. I want to be able to hold you and call you mine. I want to take you on dates and—.”

“Me?”

“You.” He took a breath in to calm his nerves. “I love you, Y/N and I’ve loved you for years now.”

And then, she kissed him.

He had expected plenty of responses from her, but a kiss was far from his mind.

He expected her to laugh and turn him down.

He expected her to yell at him.

He expected her…not to kiss him.

It was short kiss but one that held so much passion.

She pulled away, “but if you want me so bad…” she stood up. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

And then, she took off into the Blüdhaven night, her figure being seen running and jumping away from him.

From Gotham City to Blüdhaven.

From Robin to Nightwing.

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson was hopelessly in love…

[kashlyn]

... I have been literally using this in my daydreams since forever

FINALLY SOMEONE POINTED IT OUT!

I got into a new fandom (but did I really?)

[demonic0angel]

I'm feeling Crack-y today, sort of.

DCXDP Prompt? Technically anyways! Fenton! Damian and Danny as his uncle as usual but instead of Cass or Steph or Duke or any of the Batfam to ship with Danny. It's Dash Baxter who tries to court Danny but can't until he gets through the ✨Youngest Fenton's Trial✨

Basically he has to get the whole family's approval from the youngest to the oldest to Danny before Dash could court Danny officially.

= Court the Family before the Beloved <33

(I HC that ghosts have this ethereal charm that ups their charisma +20 and makes them extremely attractive to the eyes of anyone. The Dannie's and Jazz probably has that but Dan and Danny are the most charming and prettiest ✨)

(I also hc that XD But I think Danny would be his prettiest as Phantom, otherwise, he's seen as rather unassuming)

"Damian!" A voice called.

Damian turned, pulling his goggles out of his eyes and onto his head. He blinked at the sight of Dash Baxter, who was striding towards him with a nervous expression.

"Yes, Dash?" He said, wondering why he was approaching him with such clear nerves.

"Um," Dash began with a cough. "How are you today?"

Damian blinked again. Shadow also blinked. Both boy and interdimensional, godly dog blinked at Dash with apprehension.

Dash looked like he was about to combust into flames. He endured the staring for a moment longer before he blurted out, "I like your uncle!"

Immediately, Damian's expression twisted. "Excuse me?"

"Wait, wait, hear me out! I know I was an asshole and I made a lot of mistakes, but I realized my true feelings and I want to make it up to Danny. S-So I'm asking for your blessing in order to ask out Danny."

"Denied," Damian said vehemently, "You bullied him! Do you seriously think you deserve him?! Your request is denied! And I'm sure that my family will agree with me too!"

Dash looked panicked. He earnestly pleaded with his hands held together, "Wait, please! I know I messed up before. That's why I want to make it up to him and apologize before I ask him out. I just want your blessing. I'll do anything."

Damian narrowed his eyes. "Anything?"

Dash nodded, a little bit of hope appearing in his eyes.

However, that hope turned to concern and a horrified, dawning realization as Damian smirked, pulling a list out of his lab coat pocket.

"You said it, alright? You said anything. So ahem, here are your first tasks..."

(Damian then puts Dash through in-law hell before he could even reach Danny.)

[fancyfeathers]

For the villain batboys au, for Damian specifically, what if the robin!darling is the daughter of like Harley Quinn or Poison Ivy? Or maybe even Harvey Dent.

I think it’d be interesting to see because technically Damian is a ‘villain’ , maybe even more so than his maternal side, despite having Batman as his father, so he should be ‘good’.

Whereas robin!darling should be a ‘villain’.

Kind of like in Across the Spiderverse, where Miles technically stole Spiderman from the other universe’s Miles.

Personally, I think her being Poison Ivy’s daughter would work, after all, the Al Ghul’e are environmentalists.

Yandere!Batboys as Villains with Robin!Darlings AU Masterlist

Okay I had a thought, Jason and Damian’s darlings are biological sisters, the daughters of Harvey Dent.

Do get me wrong I love the Harley and Poison Ivy idea but like I had an idea that just clicked in my head with these.

Like Jason’s darling, she’s the oldest, she had a normal childhood, getting to grow up with her dad just being dad and not Two Face and my god he was an amazing father. Harvey was friends with Bruce so I imagine that Bruce was like an uncle or godfather to her growing up and during one patrol as Batman he saved her life when she was sneaking out to go to a party and when Bruce scolded her as Batman she knew it was Bruce because it was the same voice he used with her. She kind of becomes a little annoying about it, cause she wants to make the world and better place and begs him to let her become a Robin, after all what’s another Girl Wonder to go along with Dick’s darling, and eventually he gives in and lets her with the condition that one day she will tell her dad…

But then the accident happens and their perfect family isn’t so perfect anymore.

Two Face would never hurt either of his daughters, he could never, he loves them so much, but that does not mean he is okay to take care of them, well Jason’s darling is already in college at this point (paid for mostly by Bruce), but Damian’s darling? She’s just a teenager, so while his two halves fight over what to do, the coin comes to a decision to leave her to someone who can properly take care of her, or at least better than he can. He leaves Damian’s darling in the care of Bruce Wayne.

It is definitely rough on the two of them, especially with one of them in law school and the other one trying to follow in her big sister’s footsteps and become the next Robin because she doesn’t want anything like what happened to their dad to happen again.

The two are still close, especially since Jason’s darling commutes and stays at Wayne Manor while she is in school so she can continue the vigilante life and so she can mentor her little sister who has a lot of pent up aggression after what happened to their dad. So if the newest Robin is not seen with Batman, she is with the second Girl Wonder (probably using a different hero name now, I kind of like Phoenix because it fits the bird theme and it is a nice reference to how in another universe Jason was brought back to life).

Now to be honest, I think Bruce in this AU would be particularly protective of his birds, so much so that if the League of Assassins became an active threat that he would ask them all to turn in their masks just for awhile because while they are capable enough with most threats that are found in Gotham the League of Assassins is all over the planet and if any of them ever want to potentially leave this life Bruce does not want them to have a target on their backs due to being enemies of the League of Assassins.

But the birds are stubborn, so they would follow him if he liked it or not.

Especially since Batman needs his Robin.

So when Bruce comes toe to toe with Ra’s Al Ghul, each of his girls helps him, either by making sure Bruce doesn’t get distracted by other threats or by becoming a distraction by getting in Ra’s Al Ghul’s way.

Damian’s darling throws one Batarang that goes straight through his hand, and pins it to a wall before throwing half a dozen more at the same pinned down hand so he can’t hold a sword in that hand. Then right before both the Demon’s Head and Bruce both have to retreat, Ra’s looks up to see who did that to him and he sees the newest Robin, perching up in the ceiling’s banisters like the little bird she is.

Then Damian hears about this from his grandfather and is enraged that a little girl managed to do that, so he goes to Gotham himself to find her and…

He sees her on her patrol and while he intends to seek revenge perhaps it’s best to stalk his prey for a while…

A while turns into weeks of him being a silent shadow and stalking her while he can.

He hates her for her audacity and how she is treated more like Bruce’s child when he is the biological son, but Bruce does not even know that Damian ever existed.

But still Damian can’t bring himself to kill her, even when he has her at the mercy of his blade when he finally corners her when she is alone on patrol. She is on the ground, bleeding, bruised, and nearly hyperventilating and crying while looking up at Damian with scared eyes. She reminds him of a little wounded animal in that moment.

He decides to let her live, but not without a cost.

He flips over her body with his foot so that she prone on her stomach beneath him and he takes out a knife when he straddles her back. He cuts open the back of her suit and starts carving into her back. While the language is old and she’ll never be able to understand it, it roughly translates to ‘Bird With Clipped Wings/Helpless Little Bird.’

He’ll leave for now, let the Batman find her bleeding and broken, after all he has work to attend to due to being the heir of the League of Assassins and planning their wedding so he can bring her home and lock her away in a cage forever so she’ll only sing just for him or if she doesn’t want to do that then he’ll just make sure she can’t fly or sing again.

Okay so I was thinking about hero names for each of darlings once they stop being Robin, like how Dick became Nightwing, Jason became Red Hood, and so on….

For Dick’s darling I really like Dove because of how magicians are at circuses and magicians use doves in their tricks, ya it made more sense in my head.

Then for Jason like how Phoenix sounds or even Cardinal, like the bird.

Then I don’t have many ideas with Tim, maybe Sparrow because they are prey of owls, or maybe Strigidae because those are normally called ‘true owls’ but idk, kinda feels like I am info dumping on birds right now.

Please send suggestions for their hero names cause I’m kinda stumped.

[jubileesstuff]

Another one of my Nico Di Angelo is part of the Batfam Posts, (and he knew Jason from before).

Bruce wants his new son to go to school. However, Nico needs a birth certificate and an ID first. Tim and Bruce search for a Nico Di Angelo; they only find a Nico Di Angelo from 1932 in Italy, who disappeared in the 1940s. But their Nico is a teenager and definitely not a old man. During a lunch together with the entire family, they confront him about it; they probably think they just misspelled his name or forgot a middle name. But no, Nico confirms that this is him, the guy that was born in 1932. Everyone looks weirdly at him. That would make him older than Alfred. (This is an HC, and in my head, Alfred is in his late 60s to early 70s).

Tim is kind of stoked about it, because that means he can solve the case about the missing Di Angelo family. Everyone else (except Jason, who obviously knew about that) is like, 'How the hell are you still alive and this young-looking? What's your skincare routine?'.

So Nico has to go into an explanation of why he is still this young and about the whole disappearing thing. The Batfamily knows that Greek gods are real, they know Wonder Woman and Nico. But this family drama sounds intense.

After Nicos explanation, everyone is confused. Dick because he technically isn't the oldest brother anymore. Tim because he now has more unsolved cases to solve. Damian because the league didn't teach much about Greek mythology, and he has some more learning to do. Bruce, because what do you mean his new son is technically older than him? Alfred, because what do you mean his new grandson is older than him? Duke because he isn't quite sure if he can ask Nico about his life in the 1930s (he needs it for homework about life before the Second World War) or if it's rude to ask. Steph because she still wants to know Nico's skincare, and she really wants to call him Grandpa now. Cass is mostly confused because she isn't quite sure if she is now an older sister or a younger sister to Nico. Barbara is confused because she isn't sure which place she should make Nico's birth country. And if she chooses Italy, she would have to fake a visa too.

I have so many ideas, I might actually write a fanfiction.

[hyperblue]

okay i got around and actually wrote it all down, so please enjoy: timkon clone twins au lets fucking go

— they are not technically twins, they're just two clones who happen to develop back to back at the same time, but those are just semantics since they were raised like brother and sister anyway; wendy is considered oldest but only because she was the first outta test tube (tim had to have a little breakdown moment while holding her in his arms before he was able to get jackie out too; wendy is the only person who actually cares about being oldest, jackie is not thrilled because "you're literally only 10 minutes older can you maybe chill")

— wendy's full name is gwendolyn stephanie drake, bc i believe that if tim Has to honor someone by giving their name to his child it should be steph, plus i am cackling at the thought of wendy naming all her social accounts "gwen stefani"; no one really ever calls her gwen tho, the only reason she's not just wendy in papers is because tim was a little pretentious; i also quite like gwendolyn lois but i don't think tim would actually go for it (kon could tho, if he were alive at the time)

— jackie is jackson bartholomew drake. i personally prefer to think that if tim gave it some time he would probably choose a different name, but he just really missed his dad at the moment (he missed everyone, really), and by the time he actually had enough mental stability to sit on it the kid was already pretty much established as jackie withing the family, so yeah. no one ever calls him jack btw, so it's fine

— they both quite like their names although they can't help but nudge their dad a little from time to time, being like "gwendolyn stefanie, dad, really? it's like you picked up a name on pinterest or some shit" ("language"); they are both referred to as "ducklings" within the family (dick was the first to do it, tim started doing the same by pure accident and then it just kinda stuck)

— wendy took a lot after janet drake genetic-wise, to the point where it almost rubs tim in a wrong way sometimes when she gets older — her hair is much lighter than her father's or brother's and doesn't really curl that much, although she's not as pale as tim and has a distinguish golden undertone to her skin; she also gets freckles in summer. tim is one of few people who can actually see kon in her without deliberate searching, especially when she smiles. she has his eyes though, and she leans more on a shorter side (short queen supremacy)

— jackie is pretty much kon in miniature, or at least he is if you don't know where to look. kon himself insists that jackie is a perfect mix of both him and tim, it's just that distinguish curly hair and golden-brown skin throw people off most of the time — jackie for sure has tim's nose and cheekbones, tim's high forehead, tim's sheepish smiles and tim's cunning smirks. he's also a bit leaner that kon as he gets older and also a little bit shorter, although he's still taller than both tim and wendy

— wendy is a certified horse girl, she took horse riding lessons since she was like five (she was begging tim for y e a r s really, at first he insisted on waiting till she was at least six but i guess her kryptonian powers kicked in a little earlier and it doubled down some of tim's parental anxiety, although he definitely was there for a first few lessons just to keep an eye on her). damian got her her own horse eventually, because of course he did. he is her favorite uncle ever since

— she's a true crime videos/podcasts enjoyer (that's how she bonds with her dad)

— jackie is very much into making paper collages since he was around eight years old and has made his first one in school for fathers day (tim has framed it immediately and set it on his table in the WE office; it's still there after years); he used to have a lot of social anxiety as a kid because of being homeschooled 'till first grade and being very attached to tim, and has found the process of making paper collages very soothing

— jackie graduates college eventually (alfred: "thank god. at least one of them")

— they both eventually got into photography like their dad, but jackie is taking more of a professional approach, whereas wendy is mostly doing it for the sake of keeping the memories; that's why she has a small digital camera that she always carries around (it's covered in cute sparkling stickers because duh)

— they are both pan and demisexual

— as i mentioned, the kids were homeschooled for a while, by which i mean that they never went to kindergarten because tim was too paranoid about any potential kryptonian superpowers kicking in anytime; the other reason was that tim's kind of a helicopter parent, especially after coming back from his brucequest, and he's very dependent on both of his kids

— yes it backfires later

— jackie loves his dad more than anything else in the world, and has spent most of his early childhood following him around and throwing tantrums the second tim was out of his sight (which was quite rare, to be fair, at least until tim had to get back to his job at the WE); tim is 90% sure that it has something to do with him being gone for a while to find and save bruce. it evens out a little as jackie gets older and starts going to school and then college, but he's still pretty much codependent, and any decision that he makes about his life ties back to "what would dad do; will it make dad proud/happy; what would dad want for me"

— wendy on the other hand is kon's daughter through and through, she admires him and looks up to him but she has a very complicated, conflicted feelings about her and her brother's circumstances of birth, making her anxious in a way that is like "oh my god am i being annoying what if he doesn't like me what if he looks at me and only sees a living proof of his humans rights violation should i consider never talking to him again god i HATE my dad", so most of her actual interactions with kon are quite awkward on both ends

— tim and kon do not get together until kids are around their late teens, so neither of them calls or really considers kon dad, even tho he definitely played a significant part in their upbringing as soon as he came around with the whole child-cloning situation. wendy was the first to call him dad not long after she moved to the kent's farm, which was an accident, really — she was trying out vigilantism for the first time and got her ass kicked bc lack of experience, and her first instinct at being cornered by a villain was to literally just call for dad (at the back of her mind she meant tim, because to their family kon was always just kon, but the moment he pulled her in and put his hand on the back of her head and said "it's okay, sweetheart, dad's here", nothing has ever made more sense to her than kon being her father. the thought was both thrilling and terrifying)

— tim is "dad", kon is "pa" (if that wasn't already obvious)

— also, yes. wendy eventually moves to the kent's farm to live with kon; more on that in some other post

— kon kind of inherited the kent's farm after both john and martha passed away; technically clack is still the one who owns it, but his and his family's life is mostly in metropolis and he didn't want the place he grew up in turn into an empty memorial of it's better days + he also knew how important it was to kon at the time to have a place he could always return to, so yeah, everyone won in this situation

[foreverunfinishedstory]

The Bats, The Spider And The Misunderstandings

Chapter 2: Introduction and Interrogation

Peter had followed Dick back to Wayne Manor the previous night. He’d fallen asleep on the way, so this was his first time seeing his new… home? Temporary shelter? Grandpa’s house?

Whatever it was, it was huge.

Peter woke in a bed bigger than most rooms he’d ever lived in. The sheets were softer than clouds, and the mattress practically hugged him.

“I don’t wanna leave this place,” he mumbled into the pillow.

His stomach had other plans. It growled loud enough to echo.

With a groan, Peter slid out of bed. There had to be food somewhere in this mansion.

Outside his door, someone was pacing. Back and forth. Repeatedly.

Peter cracked the door open and peeked.

“Peter, you’re awake!” Dick beamed like the sun. “How are you, buddy? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“No, I’m good… Dad. Just hungry.”

Dick’s grin grew even wider. “Let’s get you to the dining room. Everyone can’t wait to meet you!”

He offered his hand. Peter hesitated—holding hands was for little kids—but then again… he was little again, technically. And he missed this.

He took the hand.

—

Peter and Dick walked into the kitchen hand in hand.

“Oh, fuck. Don’t tell me Bruce adopted another damn kid,” Jason groaned.

“Language, Todd,” Damian snapped.

“That one’s Dick’s,” Steph corrected with a knowing smirk.

“Come on, does no one else see the resemblance?!” Tim waved wildly toward the duo, nearly smacking his toast.

“Yeah, no, that’s definitely a mini Dick,” Duke added, squinting.

“Cute,” Cass signed.

“Settle down,” Bruce said calmly, but firmly. “Don’t scare the kid.”

Dick sat at the massive table and gently nudged Peter into the seat next to him. Peter blinked at the crowd already gathered.

Oh. That’s why the vigilantes looked so familiar… The Waynes are the Bats.

“I am Alfred Pennyworth, butler of Wayne Manor,” said the sharply dressed man serving breakfast.

“And the guy who basically raised Bruce,” Jason added helpfully.

Peter studied Alfred closely.

…He’s the oldest one here. So he’s Batman, right? Wait, no, wrong build. But my spider-sense says he’s the most dangerous one here?? Who is this guy?

Focus, Peter. Focus.

“I’ll call you Grandpa,” he declared.

“That would be my honor,” Alfred said, bowing slightly.

“I’m Bruce Wayne,” said the man at the head of the table. “Your father’s… adopted father.”

Peter squinted. That build. That voice. The way everyone defers to him… Yep, he’s Batman.

“Pops!” Peter grinned. “I’ll call you Pops.”

Dick ruffled his curls. “I’m Richard Grayson, but you already know that. The oldest sibling. And your dad.”

Nightwing

Peter grinned to himself.

“Jason Todd, second kid,” said the guy with a lazy grin and a murdery aura. “Let me know if these lunatics overwhelm you. I’ll hide you.”

Red Hood, Peter guessed.

“Tim Drake, the genius third child,” said the next guy, clearly operating on caffeine and stubbornness.

That voice—Red Robin! Peter mentally cheered.

“Stephanie Brown! Not technically Bruce’s kid, but close enough. I claim Cool Aunt rights,” she said with a wink.

Spoiler. Definitely Spoiler.

“Cassandra Cain,” signed the girl next to her. “Call me Cass.”

Peter lit up. “Nice to meet you,” he signed back. Black Bat. Must be.

“Oh, you know sign language?” Duke asked.

Peter nodded. Damian scoffed, “Tt. Obviously.”

“Damian Wayne,” the youngest growled. “Blood heir. I will eviscerate anyone who bothers you.”

Robin, Peter thought. That one was obvious.

“And I’m Duke Thomas! Technically not adopted either, but I live here. Older than Damian, but last to join.”

Peter nodded seriously. Signal. The only meta whose existence Gotham tolerates for some reason.

Finally, Peter introduced himself. “I’m Peter Parker. Uh… Dick’s son.”

Now that the introductions are over, it's time the waynes were waiting for—interrogation ehem! QnA time. Don't blame them, they're just so curious about their new Nephew!

“Alright, Peter,” Duke said, leaning forward. “We’re all dying to know—who’s your mom?”

Peter looked to Dick for help, but his dad just looked like he was waiting for the answer too.

“…Mary,” Peter said.

Dick blinked. “Mary…?”

He internally flipped through every woman named Mary he’d ever met—which, unfortunately, was more than a few.

“Any last names?” Steph asked, curious.

Peter hesitated. “No… I don’t know.”

I mean… I knew her last name. Back home, it was Fitzpatrick. Mary Fitzpatrick. But dad’s last name here was Grayson, not Parker. So what if her last name isn’t Fitzpatrick in this world? What if she had died here to, like she was in his universe?

Panic started to simmer in his gut. He stared down at his sleeve, picking at a thread, trying to calm the racing thoughts.

“I don’t know…I don't know if she’s still…” Peter mumbled, voice faltering.

He stopped. He couldn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t know how to.

Dick leaned in and gently pulled him into a hug. “It’s okay, chump. I’m here now… we’re all here.”

Peter clung tighter, grounding himself in the steady thump of Dick’s heart.

“This… isn’t the right time to ask about the spider DNA, is it?” Tim muttered.

“Tim.” Bruce’s warned.

Peter blinked. “You know?”

Of course they knew. DNA test, duh.

“We, uh, found out from the hospital,” Dick said—badly. Peter appreciated the effort.

“Please don’t tell the Bats…” he said softly, watching them all out of the corner of his eye.

Jason immediately ruffled his curls. “Don’t worry, Pete. The Bats will never find out.”

Peter tried his best not to laugh. That was such a “cool uncle” answer. Jason was really committing to the bit.

“I, uh… I got bitten. By a spider. A radioactive one,” Peter admitted, pulling away slightly, though he still gripped his dad’s sleeve.

“Do you know where it came from?”

“How’d that happen?”

Bruce and Steph asked at once.

“The spider was from… something-corps? I didn’t really catch the name,” Peter offered vaguely. Definitely not saying Oscorp. If it even exists here.

“LexCorp,” Bruce muttered under his breath.

Peter heard it with his enhanced hearing. Yikes. Okay. Maybe not so different from home after all.

“I was there because… I…” Peter froze.

Okay, now what? I wasn’t on a school trip. I didn’t have a guardian. I wasn’t even supposed to be in that lab. Crap, crap, crap—

“It’s alright… we understand,” Duke said gently, reading between the lines.

In fact, everyone was. Their faces shifted to pity and concern.

“Experiment…” Cass whispered.

Peter pretended not to hear her. He neither denied nor confirmed it—just let their assumptions do the work.

Letting them fill in the blanks is easier anyway, he decided.

[windybluebelles]

Ok ok ok

Batman

Fucking, let’s kill Batman.

Right, Batmans dead. Bruce Wayne is dead. Brilliant, never been happier.

Now, who become Batman?

(OPINIONS SOOOOO MANY OPTIONS)

(Probably incorrect tbh)

Dick is the oldest so if we’re going by normal inheritance rules it should be him. Except he doesn’t want to be Batman, and he’s not very good at being Batman. So no

Barbara is older than Dick so she’s technically before him but she’s not Bruce’s kid so I didn’t put her first in the list, not the point- anyway- She also doesn’t want to be Batman. She has her own job as Batgirl or Oracle that she made herself and doesn’t want to give up. Also, (when DC remembers to add it in) Babs is disabled, she cant walk. Kinda makes being Batman difficult.

Cass should be Batman. She’s an amazing fighter, she has so much experience, she is better than Bruce. She also actually enjoys what she does and I don’t think she’s mind being Batman (as opposed to other characters)

Jason would be an amazing Batman, if he wanted to do it. Which he doesn’t, Jason would rather die (again) than be Batman, so he would on purpose be awful until someone takes it away from him. Jason has the same connection to Gotham and the same want for justice that Bruce does, but they have such conflicting morals and methods that it just wouldn’t work.

Steph would hate to be Batman long term, she’s Spoiler. She made herself own path, and she won’t let Bruce try to take it away again. But, she would be amazing at being Batman temporarily. I’m not saying that it would end well, I’m just saying it would teach everyone alot. Also then she would have gone through all the legacy titles in the Batfam sooo

Tim would be a good Batman… that’s kinda it. He’d be good, I think he’d also kill himself. Tim needs to get his own identity eventually, he’s gonna lose himself in being Robin (or Red-Robin, which isn’t an improvement) and becoming Batman won’t fix that.

I don’t think Duke should be Batman, I do think he should be Robin. Let that boy have some individuality though, I feel like he has a big issue with getting things second hand. Including names and titles.

Damian would love to be Batman but he would be so shit at it. It wouldn’t actually make him happy, he spent most of his life assuming that he was either gonna be the next Batman or the next Ra’s, he needs to grow up and become his own person.

Honerable Terry Mcginnis mention as the actual best Batman 🙏

edit: MY GIRLFRIEND SHOULD BE BATMAN! BECAUSE SHE IS AWSOME AND BEAUTIFUL AND BECAUSE I SAY SO

[babsggordon]

"Barbara? It's Morgan calling. My 'Oldest Sibling Senses' have been tingling all evening. Do you know what the Robins are doing?"

@candy-corn-requested-by-shadows

I dont have a status from everyone but its a good time to do a check up

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Where my birds and bats at?

[solar-wing]

⚣ Duke To The Rescue 💈

⚣💈A/N → Usually, I write my reader characters as general as possible in all manors of looks and traits so as many people as possible can relate (whether male or g/n). But, I wanted to give some special attention since I rarely see any content like this being an African-American writer and reader myself. Hope you all like it! Plus, this is triggering some dark memories of when I used to get my hair cut so enjoy my pain lol.

⚣💈 Summary → You're the newly adopted Wayne kid after your parents are caught in the crossfire of one of Batman's battles. Bruce, trying to prove himself a better father, attempts to do your hair but since he knows nothing about African-American haircare, you're in for a painful ride. Your poor hairline...

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REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please!💛

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“Okay, so how do I do this?” Your dear old dad asks.

“I don’t know! I’m just a kid! Aren’t you supposed to be the parent and know these things?” You asked with your hands waving around animatedly as you sat on a stool chair taken from the dining room into one of the many bathrooms.

Bruce gave you his signature frown while looking at the assortment of combs and hair products on the sink.

After your parents had gotten caught in the crossfire between Batman and one of his notable nemeses, the billionaire decided to take you in, making you an official Wayne kid.

For a 7-year-old, you were very knowledgeable. Something your new legal guardian immediately noticed after adopting you, and because of your age, you were now officially the youngest kid Bruce had taken in. 

You were also the only other African-American kid Bruce decided to take in outside of Duke. And that didn’t even really technically count since Duke was already a teenager by the time Bruce officially adopted him.

So, your adopted father was at a loss for words while staring in the mirror at your hair while you played games on his phone. Your hair had grown to a considerable length, and you’d been asking your adoptive father for a while now to help you get this new style that was becoming more popular called ‘twists.’ Well, new to you since you hadn’t seen it before.

‘I thought that was a dance move.’ Bruce thought to himself.

When you showed him the video you saw, the Dark Knight persona immediately decided he was taking you to a professional barber who knew more about your hair texture and maintenance to give you what you needed.

At least until Jason ran his big mouth.

“Wow, old man. Can’t even take care of your own kid’s hair. Shameful.”

He was really just patronizing the older man, always enjoying the moments when he got a reaction from him now and then. But, he’d begun to regret that decision when he along with your other siblings saw Bruce carrying an armful of hair products and tools to the upstairs bathroom while holding your hand in his other hand leading you upstairs.

It was quite comical seeing the frightened look you threw at your second oldest brother as he along with your other siblings watched Bruce’s towering frame lead your tinier one up the grand staircase with you looking like you were heading for your doom.

In hindsight, you might have been, and Jason could only smile sheepishly at you as Bruce led you toward the bathroom.

Now, they all stood outside the bathroom watching their shared father struggle as he read over the ingredients from the different hair products.

“How bad do you think this is gonna go?” Steph asked.

“Oh, I’m betting on a full shit show within the first 10 minutes,” Dick said while munching on some popcorn.

“10? You’re too graceful dickhead. I’m betting 3 and half minutes tops.” Jason threw out while reaching to grab some popcorn before having his hand slapped by the acrobat. “Hey!” He yelled in offense before getting into a sorta-ish fight with Dick, trying to tug the bag of popcorn from him.

“Cut it out, you two! You act like wild children throwing tantrums.” Damian snapped at the two vigilantes.

“Says the actual child who throws ninja stars and daggers during a tantrum when daddy grounds him from patrol,” The Red Hood persona remarked, stuffing his mouth with a handful of buttery popcorn after nabbing the bag from his older brother who was now mean-muggin' the shit of him.

Damian growled at Jason, rolling up his sleeves before Steph grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him back to his place. The second Robin laughed while taunting the young assassin, throwing kernels at his face.

While that was going on, you sat and watched Bruce read label after label on the various hair-care product bottles.

“Uh, Bruce, are you sure we can’t just go to a barber?” You asked, a fearful tone evident in your voice which did not do well for Bruce’s confidence. Even as a 7-year-old, you could tell when a situation was about to go left without the side comments from your adoptive siblings.

“No, no, Y/N! I got this. What kind of father would I be if I didn’t take care of my own child’s hair.” Bruce said while reading the red bottle. He was holding his phone in the other hand, reading a review online under his breath, “...mixed with a high amount of sulfates to help cleanse build-up of oils and other products in the hair.”

“You realize Jason was joking, right? Right?! Jason, tell him you were joking!” You frantically shouted, turning in your seat towards the vigilante who held a sheepish smile while his mouth was full of popcorn.

“I was joking.” He tried to say, words muffled by his chewing.

“Y/N, calm down. If Bruce can handle taking down crazy madmen and women at night as Batman, how hard could it be to do a simple hairstyle?” Tim spoke trying to reassure you.

And it almost worked…until you felt Bruce try to brush your hair with what you were sure was Stephanie’s hair brush.

“Is that my hairbrush?” Steph asked.

“It says I’m supposed to pick his hair out before washing? Is brushing not the same as picking?” Bruce asked, looking at his kids with the most confused face.

“I’ll pray for you at your funeral, Y/N.”

The desperate and confused face on Bruce's face was actually so adorable that if you weren’t terrified for your scalp (and life) at that moment, you would’ve hugged him just to help him feel better.

Cass had walked into the bathroom before grabbing a larger comb off the counter and switching it with the hairbrush in Bruce’s hands before returning the purple hair tool to its rightful owner.

“Thanks, Cass,” Steph said.

‘You’re welcome.’ She signed back.

“Alright, here we go,” Bruce uttered before grabbing your shoulder and placing the comb at the base of your scalp, pulling back to ‘pick’ through your hair.

“Ow, OW, OOOWWWWWW!” You shouted in pain while holding on to the counter for dear life, feeling like your face would tear in half.

“Bruce, you’re going to rip his head off!” Dick yelled, coming to your rescue, “You gotta comb from the sides.”

He pulled the comb to the side of your hair causing your head to yank in that direction.

“OW!”

“Whoops, okay, maybe that was wrong,” Dick said, smiling in apology at you.

“Alright, you idiots, get out of the way. Looks like another issue I have to take care of for you.” Jason stated, placing the popcorn down before cracking his knuckles which really did not help ease the nerves and fear you were feeling in your stomach. He pulled up his sleeves and licked the butter off his fingers, which, gross by the way, “You gotta pull with some strength.”

“OOOWWW!” You yelled, glaring hard at your older brother who once again just smiled sheepishly at you.

“You guys are hopeless,” Tim sighed, grabbing the comb only to make it worse by tangling more into your hair.

“TIM!” You screamed.

“Maybe I’m hopeless too.” He said, a confused expression taking over his face as he tried to figure out how to solve this.

“Okay, simpletons. Move over.” Damian said.

Your eyes went wide at that.

“UH UH, back away gremlin!” You grabbed the nearest thing that could be considered a weapon which turned out to be another hairbrush. Not even caring, you decided you would make it work. 

Damian was not allowed anywhere near your hair.

“What the- I’m older than you!”

“So?!”

“Fair point, brother.”

Stephanie tried to help but only managed to get the comb fully lost in your hair. You could feel yourself getting dizzy and a headache coming on as your head had been yanked back and forth in different directions. 

As your family was busy yelling back and forth at each other while playing tug-of-war with your scalp, none of them even noticed when Duke came up the stairs, confused by all the chaos.

“What’s going on?” The Signal persona asked Cassandra.

‘They’re trying to do Y/N’s hair,” She signed.

Duke’s eyes went wide as he heard your cries of pain before rushing into the bathroom.

The tears forming in your eyes were clear as day as your tiny hands gripped the counter with everything you had, feeling like if you’d let go at any moment, you’d be yanked out of the chair and swung back and forth like a yo-yo. Duke also saw Damian creeping through the mess to grab at the tangled comb in your hair, giving it a yank causing another cry of pain from you making him smirk in cruel enjoyment.

“Hey!” Duke screamed at the top of his lungs, effectively shutting everyone up and turning their attention toward him. “Everyone out!” He pointed his thumb behind him. They all quickly shuffled out of the bathroom, mumbling to themselves while Bruce remained behind, looking quite beside himself.

Duke picked up the bottle the older man was holding in his hand before turning it over, seeing the ingredients and what he had pulled up on his phone.

“Really, Bruce? Sulfate?” Duke said.

The billionaire only groaned before his forehead fell into this palm, “I should’ve just taken him to a barber.” He grumbled,

Duke looked towards you, seeing how tense you were and the fresh tears in your eyes from the amount of pain your scalp was in.

“Don’t worry, little bud, I got ya.”

~~~

A few hours later, everyone was waiting in the kitchen while Alfred served refreshments before hearing your happy feet skipping down the hallway, Duke right on your trail. Your hair was done, washed and conditioned, and twisted right into the style you wanted.

“Ta-da!” You yelled upon entering the kitchen, opening your arms as if you were giving a grand finale. A mix of delightful reactions and cheers filled the room from your family members, everyone smiling at how excited you looked. Even JDamian, despite how small it was.

“Wow! Look at you, Y/N,” Dick said, biting into an apple.

“Hold still! I’ve got to get pictures for my feed.” Steph said while coming to take some pics of you.

“You look quite charming if I do say so myself, Master Y/N,” Alfred said, before handing you a cookie.

“Thanks, Alfred!” You said, happily munching on the treat, before climbing into one of the stools without any assistance. Okay, you had a little help from Jason to make sure you didn’t slip, but since he didn’t mention it, neither would you.

Bruce walked up to Duke, who was still standing by the entrance to the kitchen leaning against the wall.

“Thank you, Duke.” He said, patting his shoulder, which was weird for Bruce, but he was learning how to show more affection to his kids now that he had you so everyone was slowly getting used to it. 

They were also weirded out by it too.

“No problem. Just glad I got here when I did. By the way, why didn’t you just take him to a barber?” He asked.

Bruce looked reluctant to say, so the brown-skinned boy didn’t push it, “Don’t worry. I won’t ask. But, if you want me to teach you how to take care of it, just ask. I learned from watching my parents do my hair growing up. Then, when I kind of had to start taking care of myself in the foster system, I picked up some different tricks here and there.” He explained, answering Bruce’s questions before he could even ask.

“Thank you,” The older man said before their heads turned at the sound of you screaming.

They saw Damian next to you with another smirk as you rubbed the back of your still tender head with an irritated grimace at the youngest Robin.

“Damian!” Bruce shouted.

“What? That’s what he gets for calling me a gremlin.” Damian said before he felt a harsh tug on his own hair, looking back to see you with your own mischievous smile.

“Ow!”

“Now, we’re even, gremlin.”

☀️ | Bat Family | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[junkdrawerfan]

Is there a fic where Bruce gets Damian as a newborn and still adopts Dick? I’d love to see Bruce juggling nap times and burping while dealing with an angry hormonal preteen! I think it’d be good for him.

(Also Damian getting all these older brothers but still being the first son! Damian teasing everyone by claiming “technically I was here first so I’m the oldest!”)

[demonic0angel]

I kinda wanna see Shadow Fenton interact with Johnny's Shadow. Are they friends? enemies? Does Damian catch his Shadow chasing Johnny's Shadow up a tree?

Jazz’s Shadow is the oldest ghost there is, so technically, Johnny’s Shadow is its descendant. Their relationship is civil, but I imagine that after Johnny tries to take away Jazz, Shadow is freaking PISSED. It’s kind of like the relationship between a retired grandpa who was in the military and the grandson who does nothing but play video games and doesn’t have a job 💀

Image description:

Panel 1 has an image of Shadow’s large eyes, glaring at the viewer. Panel 2 has Johnny’s shadow cowering in a corner as Shadow looms over him. Panel 3 goes back to Shadow, but now he has more eyes. Panel 4 has Shadow growing larger, still looming, while Johnny’s shadow shrinks in fear and starts tearing up.

Panel 5 has Damian cheerfully opening the door with a BANG!, casting light into the room. Shadow converges into a dog form, while Johnny’s shadow shrinks away from the light.

Damian: ShADOWWW!

Panel 6 has Damian reaching for Shadow and pulling it into his arms.

Damian: There you are! C’mon, let’s go!

Panel 7 has Shadow staring eerily over Damian’s shoulder as he chatters on. Another eye opens.

Damian: Mom says I can go outside if you’re watching me!

Shadow: ….

Panel 8 shows Johnny’s shadow still trembling in the corner with Damian mindlessly chattering on while Shadow stares at the other ghost.

Damian: I want to try and—

[everwistfully]

Batfam with tattoos…

Starting off strong! Dick definitely got drunk one night with Babs or maybe Wally where he completely blacked out by the end of the night but he wakes up on the morning with his lower back aching a bit and when he checks his reflection…there lies a beautifully stereotypical butterfly tramp stamp. No one he went drinking with can remember why or even where he got the tatt and it remains a mystery until one of them stumble upon a shitpost where the owner of a tattoo parlor comments on how they think they gave a drunk Dick Grayson a tramp stamp…

I can see Jason maybe getting a sleeve or something to potentially cover up some scars and shit that he’s been through or simply refusing to ever get a tattoo simply out of the principle of purposefully harming/further warping himself (Lazarus pit PTSD). But I would LOVE Jason with like angle wings all across his back for symbolic reasons???

Tim I’m sure technically had intentions to get tattoos and even seems like the type of person who had absolutely everything mapped out before hand but simply never gets around to any of it. That being said, he def has some sort of matching tattoo with YJ. Or maybe even just a little smth with just Kon or just the core four.

Steph probably, when going through a hard time, gets a piercing or tattoo or both so they’re kinda just scattered all over. She def has at least one matching tattoo with Cass tho and that’s the only tattoo(s) Cass has.

I can also see Duke with some pretty rad sleeve tattoos and, in general, he probably has no aversion to tattoos in general so he might not go ham with them but he still go get some.

Once Damian comes of age or maybe he already showed up with them…he prob has some symbolic cultural type of tattoos from the LoA.

And Bruce? Most probably nothing. Maybe another drunk mistake like his oldest son but with Clark and Diana but I can really see that being the only exception.