#In my head. Dick. Jason. Tim. Steph. Cass. Duke. And Damian. Are Bruce's kids

[microwavesaferat]

The cowl needs to be stronger.

In a fight with Bane, Bruce takes one too many knocks to the noggin and gets amnesia (classic bastardisation of what a hit to the head will actually do to you). When he wakes up, he remembers a few things:

1. He is Batman

1.a) He is Vengeance

1.b) He is Darkness

2. Alfred

He is unsure about more things:

1. Who the FUCK are all these children?????

Bruce wakes up to find Damian perched on top of a cupboard, glaring at him.

Bruce: Alfred, who do the children belong to?

Alfred: That would be you Master Bruce.

Bruce then has a mini panic attack realising the amount of children he's had.

Bruce: Well who's their mother? I don't remember having a wife?

Damian: My mother is Talia Al Ghul, daughter of the Demon's Head.

Bruce: Alfred, please tell me I didn't become the son-in-law to Ra's.

The rest of the kids then decide it is their solemn oath to fuck with Bruce as much as possible.

Tim: Wow, you really hit your head hard, do you not remember my mother either? Janet Drake? Lived next door?

Bruce (internally): oh my god, did I cuck Jack Drake and hide the child????

Jason: Yeah, next you'll be telling me you don't remember Selina giving birth to me!

Dick: Isn't that just Helena in that one universe?

Jason: Shut it Dickface.

Bruce: Surely I didn't have all of you, that one doesn't even look like me!

Steph: Wow Bruce, just cause I'm a girl???? Na, I'm a good 50/50 split between you and Quinzel.

Bruce: Oh no, that was one time, and I was at University! To be fair, you might not be mine then.

Tim: What the hell did he do in University?

Bruce: There's a high chance you could be Jonathan Crane's or Harvey Dent's.

Dick: Not a "what" Tim, a "who". In this case, 3 who's.

Jason: Doesn't Harvey count as 2 people though?

Duke: Not at that point I don't think.

Bruce interrupts the discussion on whether or not he had a threesome or a foursome.

Bruce: Well what about the one in yellow?

Duke: I'm not yours. I broke in.

Bruce: What.

Cass: I am the daughter of Lady Shiva.

Bruce: Yeah, I figured that out. It makes sense that you are mine.

Steph: Favourite much?

Cass punches her arm.

Dick: I think everyone should leave him alone until we're sure his brain isn't going to explode.

Bruce: And who exactly are you?

Dick: I'm your eldest, Dick.

Bruce: And who is your mother?

Dick: Oh, Superman.

Bruce passes out.

Once he regains his memory, the ears on the cowl are fitted with carbon fibre rods, so that no one can get a clear shot at his head.

[puppetmaster13u]

Mermay Special Prompt 4

Go on vacation, they said. We can watch Gotham, they said. Just go hang with and adjust to caring for kids, they said. Yeah, well no one said anything about getting cursed while at the vacation lake house, which okay, fine. But did it have to affect the kids too? 

Bruce pressed his head in his hands, groaning in dismay as the children practically zoomed around the surrounding water with enthusiastic trills and squeals he could somehow understand. And through the air, to their increasing delight. Okay. Okay this is fine. 

It wasn’t like he also somehow now had an extra child who looked like one at most that he had no clue as to where they came from. Said child wasn’t squirming in his arms, black scales and tiny fins akin to the setting of a sun twisting as they chirped. Definitely not. 

Okay. Alright. He could figure this out. Probably…. hopefully…

[jonathancranesmalewife]

The idea of Jason and Roy both being obliviously in love is great but I raise you just Jason is oblivious in the way of thinking him and Roy are really close friends, for all his romance novels can not save him from himself and Roy is oblivious in the way of him thinking Jason and him have been in a committed relationship for several years

Jason at his two bedroom apartment he shares with Roy (second bedroom is for Lian) and gets a video call from the batfamily group chat.

jason answering: Yeah what’s up I’m eating breakfast

Bruce in a panic: Why did Damian get an invitation to your wedding but I didn’t?! Also when the fuck did you propose to Roy?!

Damian in the back waving: I will be attending and also will be bringing batcow as my plus one.

Jason: you mean Roy and I’s friendship ceremony? You’re invited B i just haven’t mailed yours yet because you weren’t originally invited because you scolded me on patrol last week. Roy said it was important that you be there so I mailed it last night.

Dick popping in the call teary eyed: Littlewing I just got my invitation! I’m so happy that my little brother and my best friend are getting married!

Jason: We are not getting married, Roy just asked if I wanted to have a get together with all of our closest relatives and friends to celebrate us being friends for so long.

Tim who has been sitting there confused the entire time: wait you and Roy are just friends

Jason: Yeah? Why is this so baffling to you people

Cass : you live in the same apartment

Steph: you sleep in the same bed!

Jason:

Jason: It keeps the heating bill down in the winter

Bruce: Youre raising Lian with him?

Jason: Plenty of people have helped you raise us Bruce and you aren’t getting married to them.

Dick: I watched Lian last week so you and Roy could have ‘special alone time’

Jason: Well- Yeah we went out to a new bookstore outside of Gotham. Roy gets grumpy when we don’t get to solo hang out. He’s needy like that.

Duke: Dude..you have to be kidding

Tim frustrated: You and Roy went on a double date with Kon and I last night!

Jason: I thought we were all hanging out! Fuck you guys I’m asking Roy!

Roy popping his head from the kitchen: What are you asking me?

Jason: These idiots say that we have been dating but that’s ridiculous!

Roy: totally ridiculous

Roy: i proposed to you five months ago we are definitely engaged

Jason turning to Roy horrified: You weren’t doing that for the bit…

[gothamundernightlight]

I know we as a fandom don’t talk enough about the Batkids acknowledging how old Bruce is getting, but something I think we talk about EVEN LESS is the Batkids acknowledging Dick getting older.

Like Dick is pushing 30 in canon at this point, and realistically cannot do the same things he was doing as a kid. There is a reason a lot of athletes retire young, and Dick’s life has been brutal on his body, so eventually it’ll catch up with him.

Imagine if you will some random new JL/Titans recruit meeting Nightwing and asking “Is it true you can do a quadruple somersault?”

And Dick has to wince and say “I used to, but not anymore.”

Imagine the Batkids hearing that? Imagine everyone who saw him grow up hearing Dick acknowledge he is getting older and can’t do the same things he did in his youth. Imagine how they feel about their own age. Imagine the grief Dick must feel at knowing he’s losing the gifts his parents bestowed upon him, and the fact he’s out-aged them both.

Imagine Bruce painfully acknowledge (in his head because it’s illegal for him to emote aloud) that not only is he getting older, but his first child, his SON, is now the same age he was when Bruce took Dick in.

Imagine Dick picking the smaller option out on ice cream trips because his body can’t handle sugar the way it used to, or eating less in general because his metabolism has slowed down.

Imagine the Batkids sparring and Dick has to tap out because he can’t keep up with them all for as long anymore. Like he can’t keep still do a lot, and handle himself in a fight, but he is not showing off with flips the same way he used to.

Imagine the day one of the Batkids spots gray hair on Dick’s head, or realize that the lines on his face are just a little deeper than they used to be?

Babs keeps calling him the Boy Wonder as a private joke, but the boyish charm that Dick once had has since faded. He’s a grown man, and while at heart he still is the kid that brought light back to Gotham, his outside reflects the life they’ve lived and shared together, which didn’t just pass by in the blink of an eye.

And Jason pretends he doesn’t care, but realizes that Dick isn’t the same 16-year old kid that Bruce put on a pedestal. That he, out of all their siblings, saw Dick the most when he was in his prime, and that his older brother is just a little more fragile than he used to be.

And Tim thinks back to the days of him stalking Batman and Robin before, pulling out those old photos and realizing just how much Dick has aged. When did that happen, he wonders, and how much more will Dick change as he gets older?

Cass, Steph, and Duke acknowledge that Dick Grayson grew up, and left behind a legacy for them to fill, but they’ll always wonder what he was like when he was younger, and wonder how much longer he’ll be around. Bruce has been doing this vigilante schtick for 20+ years, but will Dick still be doing this when he’s Bruce’s age?

Damian takes it the hardest. He can’t look at Dick without thinking of him as the same Grayson who was his Batman, but the truth is, he’s not the same. His old portraits of Dick bear witness to that, with each one just a little different because time is not frozen to Dick the way it is with Ra’s and Talia. Damian privately grieves everyone he comes to care about in advance because death has surrounded him his whole life and eventually despite Dick’s promises that he’ll always be there for Damian, a day is coming when that promise will be broken.

But yeah. Older Dick Grayson. I have thoughts on this.

(Anyways don’t mind me. Just coming to terms with being the same age canonically as my childhood hero.)

[myeyebagsaredesigner]

I think it'd be funny if the bats often forget that Duke patrols during the day, and not during the night like them.

Bruce is out on a mission with Damian by his side. They require assistance, and he reaches out to Barbara.

Bruce: "Oracle. Send for backup."

Barbara: "On it. Who do you need?"

Bruce: "Call in Signal."

Barbara:

Barbara: "Signal? Are- are you sure?"

Bruce: "Yes? What's the problem?"

Damian, rolling his eyes: "Batman, Signal is sleeping."

Bruce: "Why would he be sleeping?"

Damian:

Barbara:

Bruce: ??

Dick and Tim, chillin up on a rooftop eating Batburger

Dick: "Man, this new burger recipe is awesome."

Tim: "Yeah, Duke would like this one."

Dick: "You're right. We should've invited him."

Tim: "Yeah, we should've."

Tim:

Tim: "Wait. Something's wrong here."

Dick: ??

Tim: "I feel as though I'm forgetting something.."

The bats are leaving from an all hands on deck situation, minus Duke. They're regrouping up on top of a building.

Jason: "What does Duke even do during the night?"

Bruce: "Codenames on the field-"

Jason: "What does Duke even do during the night?"

Damian: "Well, he sleeps, of course."

Tim: "Yeah, he has to."

Steph: "You're not the best example for that."

Tim: "Well I- yeah, I guess."

Cass: "He relaxes. Possibly."

Dick: "Does he not have any friends?"

Jason: "Guys, does Duke not have a life?"

Bruce: "Codenames on the-"

Steph: "Of course he does! Why wouldn't he?"

Jason: "He literally patrols during the day."

Bruce: "Does.. does my kid really not have a life?"

Damian: "For shame, father. You have let Thomas get to this point."

Cass: "Shame." *Shakes head disapprovingly*

Bruce: "I.. I am ashamed."

They all try to figure out what Duke actually does with his time, and they follow him one night when he leaves the manor. He goes into a sketchy looking place, and they follow him in a few minutes after. To their shock, they walk into a club, and immediately see Duke in a dance off with Harley Quinn.

Bruce: "Duke? Harley??"

Harley: "Oh hey batsy! In the middle of somethin here-" *Twirls*

Duke, shimmying down to the floor, not even looking at them: "Yeah, aren't you supposed to be somewhere else right now?"

Dick: "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping right now?"

Duke, switching to a simple side step to look at them: "What? I come here every week."

Tim: "Every week?"

Duke: "I have night classes for pottery on Wednesdays."

Damian: "What?"

Duke: "Book club on Thursdays."

Jason: "Oh shit, yeah I do that with you."

Bruce: "Jason!"

Jason: "What? Can't a guy forget some possibly helpful information?"

Duke is very confused, because his nightly outings were not new information. He's spoken about it before. He's mentioned his dance rival. He posts about it on his Instagram. He doesn't understand the shock. Why is his family of detectives so stupid?

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

In my mind Bruce was a low 21 when he adopted Dick. And Dick was 9. Bruce was a freaking teendad in my opinion,

The man had no idea what he was doing, how he was gonna do it, but he knew he had to take care of this kid because he knew he'd be in worse places otherwise.

Bruce did his best.

He did his freaking best even though he had no idea what he was doing. He lost his own parents so young that he knew he couldn't copy everything.

Even with Jason, Cass, he was still learning the ropes and was scared of screwing up. With, Tim, Steph, Duke, and Damian he had a bit more experience and was a bit more confident but he still doubted himself, so, so much.

Bruce did screw up sometimes. And he mentally beat himself up over it so many times. So, so many times. Tore out his hair. punched and punched and punched. Had countless sleepless nights, even after he's forgiven because deep down he'll never forgive himself.

Bruce wasn't an A+ parent as far as he saw it and he was so focused on the times he screwed up he forgot how he did better than some of the kids' bio parents.

Better than Willis Todd. Better than Arthur Brown. Better than David Cain. Better than the Drakes'.

Bruce gave up a lot for the kids whether he knows it or not.

And he was a freaking teendad.

It takes a while for the kids to realize this. Dick is the first, through small things until one day he's thinking and it hits him.

Jason is arguing with Bruce one day and sees the look in his dad's eyes. The guilt. At first he's glad to know that Bruce does regret the events in Ethiopia. Then he sees Bruce later, sitting with his head in his hands. And starts thinking. Notices the bruises across Bruce's knuckles and the battered punching bag he saw earlier.

Babs always knew. As does Cass.

Tim and Steph realize gradually over time and so does Duke. Damian gets it explained to him by Dick and Jason once he's older.

They let the man know that they're not mad (anymore, for some of them).

Because deep down, they know Bruce did his best even when he had no idea what he was doing.

One time with the Outlaws, Red Hood is helping with a hostage situation and as he helps a young man out of a holding cell, he goes 'geez how old are ya, kid?' and gets a weak '21' in reply.

At first Jason doesn't think much of it, other than how young the guy seems. More teen than adult.

Then he realizes as they finish the mission and spends ten minutes staring into the aether.

'Wasn't Dad 21 when he took Dick in?'

[y0-yo-yo]

DCxDP: Amity Park aka uncanny Valley

Who ever thought that a family road trip across the country was ever a good idea? Especially when the family concerned is the Waynes!

...plus a Brown but you can't really talk Waynes without including Stephanie Brown

Bruce had a gala to attend in Chicago during the summer vacation Dick jumped at the opportunity to do a family road trip and try his newest car/van

was putting a Damian Wayne in an enclosed space with a Tim Drake a good idea? No. Was Dick going to argue with Bruce at least thrice a day? Maybe Will Jason be even remotely happy to be part of this trip? Probably not and will all the kids fight to choose who is in charge of the radio? Most definitely, but it'll be fun!

At first everything was awful,Bruce made them wake up terribly early, for once that Tim had slept that night! (albeit for only three hours which was plenty if you asked him) to leave even before the sun was up

Then it became alright, the eight seat car was spacy enough to not get into each other's personal space, everyone started to sing along to music and exchanging playlists

Dick had an awful amount of dico and 80's music, Bruce played his dad rock while Steph and Jason talked white girl music

They started their trip by going through Pennsylvania, taking pictures and joking on how Batman should be a local super hero there instead than in new Jersey,then they headed for Washington DC, it was fun visiting the hall of justice as tourist even tho they all knew the place better than the guides,then they went through Kentucky where Dick really wanted to visit the 'longest cave in the world' and comparing it to the bat cave (Bruce was unimpressed)

And finally they'll drive right through Illinois to get Bruce to Chicago and escape before he tries to get them to join the Gala

And then the car broke down in the middle of nowhere.

The sun would set soon but it was still really hot as we were in early August.

"the GPS say the closest city is a fourty five minutes walk" Annonce Duke while Dick,Tim and Bruce tried to find what's wrong with the car

"We could easily do the journey" Damian says placing a draw two making Steph, too invested in this game of uno with Cass and the demon brat frown

"in this heat!? Do you want us to die of a stroke?" The blond replied placing a plus two as well

"It looks like it's our only choice guys...the car won't start anytime soon better get to a town and buy some new parts" The eldest said from the front of the car

"can't we just call a cab or something?"

Asked Stephanie

"privileged behavior" Duke replied back to back "plus I don't think there's cabs in bumfuck nowhere...I ain't never even heard of 'Amity Park', plus, if they did they wouldn't have eight seat"

"wait Amity Park?" Asked Tim who was swiping grease on a now ruined travel towel "I have family who lives there..." He said thoughtfully

"maybe you can ask them if they have a place to stay for the night? There's only cheap motels in this town and I don't really wanna catch bed bugs" Duke says still on his phone

"oh wow now look who has privileged behavior!" Stephanie snort a smirk on her lips as she add a plus four to Cass's

"uhm can we go back to the part of Tim having living family members? That own a house? Why would you make up one if you had family in the state?" Dick ask "and why do you live with us?" Added Damian because, of course he would

"well... it's not like we talked a lot, I saw them...maybe two times in my life? And they were definitely my parents type of neglectful so going to them wouldn't have changed much"

"...do they also have a kid?" Bruce ask and before he got the chance to talk more he got shut down with a "no you can't adopt more kids!" From all his children

"but yes they do have a kid, we got along great from what I remember...but except sparkly pink dress I don't remember much..." Tim clarified

"I vote we still ask them for a place to stay or at least a ride, if they're Drake's family they should at least have a limousine or mansion no?" Steph asked eager to find a good bed once more

"I don't know...I haven't talked to them much... especially not after my mother's passing...I don't even know if I still have their number" Tim think his voice a little lower, he did think about his mother's sister and her family when he was still living alone in the Drake mansion but thinking back on the blurry memories of being forgotten for hours on end with his cousin didn't really make him want to reach out

"it's okay if you don't want to Timothy, we can find another way" Bruce says in his paternal voice placing a reassuring hand on Tim's shoulder

"no,no it's okay, a call won't hurt right?"

Tim looked through his phone and he, in fact, did have his cousin's number saved, he stepped away from the car to make the call. He was a bit nervous and a bit ashamed, he had a cousin his age that lived in similar conditions as him and he never thought to check up or call,and now that he did it was for a favour, they hadn't talked in over ten years and he couldn't really remember what they were like, hopefully they hadn't grown up like their parents as a stuck up asshole

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Samantha Manson wasn't a family person,

She didn't care for them,they didn't care for her.

She labeled all her extended family members under "family" as contact names and usually wouldn't pick up when they'd call, not that they did regularly

Yet,she was in a good mood today so when her phone light up and her ringtone rung she picked up

"uhm Hi Sam...antha?... it's Tim- Timothy drake?Wayne? I uhm- our moms are sisters?"

Was the anxious voice that waited for her on the other side of the phone

Huh...

Huh.... Timothy ? Oh fuck Timothy ! Was she a bad cousin to have forgotten one of the only kids her age that she got along with in her family?

Well got along is a big word they just stuck around each other the two times their families were attending the same galla but it was fun for once...if she remembered correctly

It was still a time where he mother was the one dressing her up in those awful sparkly or floral dresses with cutesy hairdo...a goth's nightmare Sam got shivers just thinking back on it

"Yes I remember you Tim Drake...what can I do to help?"

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"okay so, my cousin say she can come pick us up as long as we don't care for basic road safety?"

Tim said coming back to his family who had all migrated to sit at a picnic table near the car

Jason Dick and Damian who had left for a gas station a few minutes ago to grab some snacks and see if they had anything to fix the car came back at the same time dropping bags of chips, candy and other bar chocolate

The comment about road safety made Bruce frown (hypocrite) but all the other kids could not care less

"so...we're not getting picked up by a limousine? Or is it more of a bus bar type of thing?"

Stephanie ask resulting on her head being bonked by Dick

"no the real question is what's your cousin like?"

"I am not spending a car ride with a snobbyer version of Tim"

Jason added making Damian nod in agreement and Tim roll his eyes

"To be honest, I don't remember much? She didn't sound snobby on the phone?"

Tim guess trying to make a mental image of what Samantha may look now, she probably let her dark chocolate brown hair grow? Or maybe she cut them? Would she still wear floral prints and sparkles? Probably not she hated them as a kid

"and how are her parents?"

Bruce inquired not without warning glares from his kids

"I remember even less! But Sam said they weren't home so..."

"hn"

Bruce narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything

"really all I remember about them is the fakest laugh and sparkly pink dresses"

Tim sighed

"sparkly pink dress? Are you trying to kill my rep?"

A new voice joined in the conversation making everyone at the table jump save from cass who had noticed the presence long ago

All but turned to see this goth girl wearing an all black dress with at least three layers of clothes and even more in accessoires

She smiled at them with teeth a little too sharp for comfort

"hi I'm Samantha Manson, but please call me sam! I hope you won't mind but my car might me a little cramped"

She said in a friendly voice beeping her car key bringing her car, a hearse, back to life radio blasting the latest song she was listening to and making her headlights bath them in light really tieing the whole spooky vibes together

Yeah...the kids are gonna like this girl.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Dick: Hey guys. This is my friend Danny, the kid I'm mentoring in gymnastics. Danny, these are my siblings. Jason, Cass, Tim, Steph, Duke, and Damian.

Danny: Nice to meet you all

Duke: You too!

Damian: How old are you? What is your last name?

Danny: I'm fifteen and it's Fenton.

Damian: hmmmm.

Dick: Let's head over to the Manor's private gym. I want to work on your form some more

Damian, as soon as they leave: that's my future husband.

Duke teasing: Is he now?

Damian: Yes, our engagement was made between Grandfather and Clockwork - his spiritual grandfather-ten years ago. I believe Daniel is unaware of it, seeing as he is not wearing the symbolic necklace and did not react to my name, but that was him.

Tim: Every time I learn something new of your upbringing, I become more alarmed.

Steph: You aren't planning on marrying him are you?

Damian: Of course. We have a contract to fulfill. It's beneficial that he has a lovely physique and gets along with Richard. I do not mind calling him mine.

Steph: I was afraid of that.

Cass: Do you realize what this means? One of us got to tell Bruce, and worse, Dick.

Jason: I VOLUNTEER

[clockwayswrites]

Birds birbs birbritch - Part 29

masterpost this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3

“Well, there’s the my horde of children,” Bruce said, glanced to Steph, and added, “and otherwise.”

“Hi B,” Steph said with a large smile that was just a little too much tooth, “and hi Danny!”

“Hello Stephanie,” Danny said. His wings were pulled tight against his back, as if he could hide them from view.

He couldn’t.

“Sorry B,” Dick chirped with his most innocent smile, “we were in the middle of a Mario Kart battle and you know how those can get!”

“At least tell me nothing is broken,” Bruce said, sounding entirely resigned about it all.

“Nothing is broken. Yet.”

“Well… good enough, I suppose.” Bruce said. “Though everyone had better sit though before Alfred comes in and fusses.”

“Too late, Master Bruce,” Alfred drawled as he came into the room with serving tray in hand.

They all appropriately scrambled for seats.

What with Danny being there, the normal seating (not that it always stayed exactly the same) was thrown into complete disarray. Mostly this was because Damian insisted on sitting next to Danny while Cass took the seat across from him and Tim next to her. Dick tried to stuff back him smile, but Jason caught it and rolled his eyes at his brother.

Still, it was sort of nice, in a weird way like when big cats have a service dog, to see Damian having someone out of the family that he felt the need to look over and protect. The suddenness of it all was what bothered Jason. Cass meets the guy and he’s invited to the ballet. Tim sleeps in his office. Damian wants to protect him. Even Bruce was at ease earlier with Danny sleeping on his lap. It was just like Danny belong there in with the rest of their family.

Jason didn’t trust it.

He especially didn’t trust it because it seemed to be having an effect on him too. He hadn’t snooped nearly as much as he could have in Danny’s apartment. Hell, the revelations down in the Cave that they had just had didn’t bother him as much as they should have.

Jason looked across the table to Duke, who was squinting a little at Danny. Jason kicked Duke lightly under the table and tilted his head in question.

Duke rolled his eyes, but pulled out his phone and sent: He’s got, like, an aura about him.

Jason frowned, typing back quickly: Did he at the ballet?

Duke gave a little shrug, but shook his head.

Well, that was very interesting. Jason wished that Duke had seen Danny when he was in full bird form so that they could have had a full comparison, but this was something at least. Danny had admitted that he was a Meta, but was he a meta like Wally was or more like Duke or even Kori? The odd language certainly pointed more towards Duke or Kori.

Dick nudged Jason with his pointy elbow. When Jason glared at him, Dick just looked pointedly down at Jason’s plate and back up.

‘Eat,’ he mouthed.

Jason rolled his eyes, but dug into the meal. It was a vegetarian pasta of some sort. Salad and garlic bread were also on the table. Basically a nice, carb heavy meal to have after a long, hard day. Jason had to wonder if Alfred would even let any of them out tonight. None of the ‘kids’ for sure. Tim, Damian, and Steph were all certain to be grounded. Dick, Jason, and Cass could probably make a good argument to go out and get started on this Mad Hater thing, but Cass might prefer to stay close. Jason couldn’t really blame her for that if she did. She deserved to get to be close to her family.

Jason caught Dick’s gaze again, raising a curious brow with a little head motion down towards the Cave. Approximately.

Dick nodded, a seriousness in his eyes.

Okay, guess they had a plan.

-

Bruce found them as they were suiting up. He leaned against the Batcomputer and watched as Dick and Jason bickered and hindered each other actually being able to get dressed for patrol. It was good to see them able to be brothers like that again. Therapy with Harley had really been helping Jason and Bruce knew that Dick was seeing someone, even if he hadn’t pried into who. Bruce didn’t think it was fair too when it had taken him as long to start seeing help.

It was something he wish he had done far earlier.

Had pushed for all of them to do earlier.

“What are you brooding about over there, old man?” Jason called out. He’d finally wrestled his gloves back from Dick and was pulling them on.

“I can just be somewhere without brooding,” Bruce said.

Bruce sighed. “I was thinking how proud I am of both of you for making good of the therapy that you’ve been doing.”

There was a long silence before Jason mumbled ‘sap’ and ducked his head. Dick just grinned back, a faint blush on his cheeks. As old as they two were, they were still his kids.

“If I stay in tonight, will you two be fine out there?”

“Doubting us?” Jason asked. His voice changed part way through as he put on his mask and the modulation kicked in.

“Never,” Bruce said, which seemed to make Jason freeze again. “Just asking you want me out there as back up.”

“Stay in with the others,” Dick said with a little shake of his head. “I know they’ve brushed it off, but Dami and Tim have still been through a rough day. And Danny too. You should be around if anyone has issues in the night.”

“Let us go out and start investigating,” Hood added. Even with the mask, here was a softness to his voice. “We’ve got this.”

Bruce nodded. He knew they did. “I’ll keep a comm if you need me.”

“Sure. Just make sure to get some rest, old man,” Jason said and headed towards the bikes. Nightwing followed with a little wave.

Bruce stayed in the Cave until they were gone and then grabbed a communicator to slide into his ear, just in case.

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, part 4

Later that night.

Bruce: Everyone, we're almost ready for patrol, the only thing still pending is Danny's route.

Dick: He can go with me.

Jason: Umm, no he's my sidekick.

Tim: I don't care, he's going with me.

Duke: You three are too chaotic, he's coming with me.

Cass: No, he's with me

Steph: No, he should be with me.

Dick: Well I'm the oldest, so he's with me.

Jason: No, he's with me, he's my son.

Danny: I'll like to go with Damian.

Everyone: What!?

Danny: He's cool.

Tim: I'm 10 times cooler than him!

Danny: Whatever helps you sleep at night, Tim.

Tim: I- you really are Jason's kid...

Bruce: Damian?

Damian: I'm ok with it.

Bruce: Then it's decided, Danny will be with Damian until I can give him is own route, keep in mind this will require moving some of you around, and no I will not take any requests, you get what you get. Now go!

Everyone leave the batcave and head to their respective routes. Danny flew behind Damian as he jumped from building to building.

Damian: You picked me so I could teach you swordsmanship didn't you?

Danny: Yup!

Damian: Very well, we can finish our route and the our lesson can commence.

Danny: You got it boss!

Two hours later, Danny and Damian, finished their patrol and sat on a rooftop.

Danny: Are nights normally this slow?

Damian: No, tonight's rather quite, unfortunately.

The two continue to look at the city.

Damian: Danny what is your impression of me?

Danny: What?

Damian: What do you think of me in the short time we've known each other?

Danny: Well before arriving at the manor, Jason, gave me a rundown of everyone.

Damian: Oh...

Danny: No, he spoke highly of everyone, especially you.

Damian: He did?

Danny: Yes, you're the youngest Robin there's ever been, but you don't let that stop you. You're always training, learning new fighting techniques, you're a great fighter, and very compassionate, even if you try to pretend you're not.

Damian: ...

Danny: And I saw that today. You're a great person Damian.

Damian: ...In the League of Assassins my grandfather taught me that public displays of emotions could be seen as a sign of weakness. So when my mother left me with Bruce I was shocked on how freely everyone expressed their emotions. I was also jealous of how close the others were to Bruce. Something which I saw as my birthright as his biological son, to the extent that I refused to acknowledge my siblings as my siblings for over a year, simply calling them by their last names. Yes, now I see them as family, and I'm tying to show emotion more freely, but it's still hard sometimes. You're the second person to join the family since I arrived, when Duke joined I was still in my "I hate you all" phase so I didn't make what I would now consider a good first impression. So when Jason introduced you to us I was focused on making sure you felt welcomed as part of our family, guess I'm a little nervous on how I did in that endeavor.

Danny: Well you did great.

Damian (smiled): Thank you. They sat in silence for a few seconds. Danny I'm going to ask you something, but you're not allowed to tell anyone.

Danny: Sure, what is it?

Damian: Can we hug?

Danny (happy): Sure.

They hug.

Damian (standing up): Alright that's enough of that, like promised I shall teach you proper swordsmanship nephew. We will start with you learning the parts of a sword, followed by the proper stance you must take, then you may start to wield a sword.

Danny (standing up and saluted Damian): Yes sir!

(Master Post)

[acid-ixx]

"how to become a target to the wayne family"

series masterlist

you, depressed and lonely, out of your mind laying on top of your apartment bed after a hard day of juggling multiple minimum wage jobs to pay their rent and dealing with 10 pending assignments:

you: *sighs* wish there's someone out there who loves me enough to take me somewhere far away to a place where i don't have to worry about the crippling weight of capitalism.

you, adding the next phrase to ward off your stalkers: AND I HOPE THOSE PEOPLE AREN'T MY FAMILY WHO ESTRANGED ME! they don't even count.

bruce wayne, "billionaire, not millionaire", popping out of the background as batman ignoring the last statement: your father would like to—

conner, totally not stalking you the entire day whilst planning your marriage despite not meeting you yet, right outside your apartment windows and talking to himself: don't even need to ask twice baby! we're getting married soon and everyone's invited except for your dumbass family!

tim drake, a building away from conner, spotting his best friend by the distance with his binoculars: WHY THE FUCK IS KON THERE, AND WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?!

jason todd, preparing his weapons: he won't be there soon.

dick grayson, already seething in the background: who is HE to talk about MY baby bird who's not even at the right age for marrying yet!

damian wayne, for the first time in his life cooperating with jason, overhearing dick's rambles: do not forget to load it with kryptonite bullets, todd. and add grenades if ever the case the weapon's been compromised.

jason todd, nodding whilst he aims at kon's head: noted, kid.

*cue faint encouragement playing through the intercoms as steph, cass, babs and duke places bets on who could lay the first and the most hits on kon first; the winner can have your favorite jacket as their reward*

steph, with popcorn in her hands: yeah, it's definitely jason, look at him, all ready to mull him to death!

duke, munching on steph's popcorn: you kidding me? the little demon's about to aim his sword at the guy!

cass, whispering under her breath: it's actually dick...

barbara gordon, amused at the forming argument: wrong, all of you, tim's already out his way to de-clone his best friend.

you, unaware of the entire commotion outside of your apartment: *sneezing, from all the times your name gets mentioned* gee, no wonder why rent's abnormally lower this month, the air must've been polluted even more within this area—

[flamingpudding]

Jail Buddies

Once a month, Jason makes an effort to meet Dick on purpose. Sometimes even more. After all, he was a good little brother checking in with his brother. Though he had a rather uncontroversial way of doing so. One that involved getting led into a jail cell of your local police department and loudly demanding to speak to Officer Grayson.

Okay, maybe it wasn't like that it was an effort to check on his brother and just one of his many listed dumb moments of recklessness he got caught for. And he was maybe using his brother to get out without having to call Cass, Steph, Duke, Tim, Damian, Alfred or Bruce, in that order depending who was willing to bail him out every time Dick had his 'Little Wing you won't learn if I keep bailing you out.'-Phases again. Or if Dick was being petty because of a recent prank war.

Either way, while Jason was waiting for Dick to make his entrance in his cell he noticed the teen boy sharing the cell with him staring at him wide eyed. He arched an eyebrow, and decided on a whim to make friendly conversation.

"So what got you here kid?"

The teen blinked as if just realizing Jason had addressed him before grinning a bit feral, his blue eyes having an unnatural glow. "Vandalism."

Jason's eyebrow rose again, but the teen continued.

"Trashed mu place and gave my guardian's car a pretty paint job and some other stuff."

"You vandalized your own place? And got arrested."

"Fruitloop decided an overnight stay was a better punishment then leaving me unattended."

The teen shrugged and Jason couldn't help but feel like he just had heard a red flag. He opened his mouth to question the kid more but than his brother finally made his entrance.

"Little Wing! What did you do this time!?" Jason could see that Dick was out to start a rant but changed tunes when he noticed the teen.

"Danny or Dan? You are here again? When did they bring you in? Trouble at home?" Dick asked, and Jason clearly saw the telltale signs of information fishing bat style.

"Danny and the usual." Danny, as Jason now learned the kid's name was, shrugged nonchalantly like this wasn't the first time he and Dick had had that exchange.

"Seriously buddy? I had a rebellious phase as teen too but to regularly trash your home to the point that someone calls the police or vandalize your guardian's cars, buildings, advertisements or anything that has to do with him is not a solution kid." Jason arched an eyebrow at Dicks tone, feeling slightly reminded of whenever Dick lectured one of them.

"Oh I know. But it's a nice stress reliever, plus you guys are nice here. I get pizza as dinner whenever I stay the night." The kid grinned and Jason couldn't help the snort that earned him a little glare from Dick.

Instead of arguing further his brother let out a suffering sigh and let Jason out of the cell, waving him towards the exit and following him shortly after giving the kid one more look that looked like a mix between stern and pleading to stop being a rebellious teen.

Once out of earshot, Jason then chose to ask. "So what's the kid's deal?"

"Nothing, just a rebellious teen reminds me of Damian when he first appeared. He has a twin and a little sister as far as I know, both of them also known here. Their guardian is an upstanding man, though." Jason heard the hidden but.

"Did someone look into it?" He hummed more as a cover.

"Higher ups don't know, but i am running an investigation." Translation Bruce is unaware, but Dick was using Bat resources for looking into the kid's residence.

"Nice kid, didn't think he was a regular." He only commented.

"Nice and polite, you wouldn't think he did some of the things he was brought in for. Distrustful though, despite his friendly nature."

Jason nodded as Dick went through the papers to bail him out, a thought popping up in his head. Clearly, something was up with the kid that had his brother worried, and it looked like he was stuck on just doing his investigation. So, being the thoughtful little brother he was, Jason decided to help his brother.

In his uncontroversial ways, of course.

"Yo Danny, also here?" Jason grinned as he was led into the same cell the teen was in a week later.

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Bruce has a severe headache, and the family dinner turns into a family war. Damian and Tim try to kill each other, Dick passes out on the floor, Jason and Stephanie die laughing while filming Tim and Damian fighting and filming an unconscious Dick, Cass helps Alfred gather edible food before Tim and Damian destroy it while Duke tries to talk them out of the fight, and Y/N tries to salvage the remaining food (cake) and puts it in her bag. How did this all start?

It all started when Y/N arrived at Wayne Manor, before pressing the bell button he made sure he packed everything he would need today in his bag. What did he pack? He packed several things, first the pepper spray, why? Because what if they accused him of stealing? Or decided to lock him up inside the creepy mansion?... Well he knows he's exaggerating and the reason is because of the series he watches but there's no time for regrets. Second he packed papers proving that he's an adult and can live on his own and has a good salary and job, and third he has lollipops, why? Because he's sure his father is evil to the point that he won't serve candy and cakes early... So Y/N is ready, he was going to take the hospital scalpel but Sammy stopped him and beat him up for that idea... But that's okay.

Y/N took a deep breath, pressed the bell button and waited for someone to open the door, as he expected and saw in his TV series the butler opened the door!... He should really expect from watching those TV series... "Welcome Mr. Y/N, please come in, Mr. Bruce is waiting for you." Alfred stepped aside to let Y/N in, Y/N entered with closed eyes... Why is the house glowing from the inside? Did they buy the sun or something?... Y/N made a note to himself to take sunglasses with him next time... He was sure that if he got out of here alive that meant there would be a next time... Y/N followed Alfred into the dining room, as he walked behind the butler Y/N was looking at the paintings, Bruce and his children... Why are they all wearing black in the pictures? Y/N didn't think much about it, all he wanted was cake... The world is hard sometimes.

When they arrived at the dining room, Bruce greeted them in a formal suit and a bright smile with a model's pose... Y/N wanted to leave now. Bruce approached him with the same smile "Hello son, glad you came." Y/N nodded "Yes, hello, Mr. Wayne." Bruce frowned at Y/N's formal response "You can call me dad you know, no one here but family..." Y/N ignored Bruce's words and sat down in one of the chairs before they forced him to sit next to Bruce. Bruce sighed and sat down in his chair at the head of the table "Well, that's okay, maybe later. Now I want you to meet your siblings, not everyone is here yet but they will be soon." Y/N looked around the table, there were only two people who hadn't arrived... "First off, this is my son Damian." Bruce pointed at Damian, Y/N remembered all the pictures taken of Damian and Bruce, Damian didn't smile once... Creepy. "And this is Timothy." Bruce then pointed to Tim who nodded in greeting and said, "You can call me Tim." Y/N nodded and Bruce continued, "And this is my daughter, Cassandra." Cassandra waved and Y/N did the same. "And this is Duke" Bruce pointed to Duke who smiled shyly at Y/N and Y/N smiled back at Duke. Bruce then pointed to Stephanie who introduced herself before Bruce could. "Hi!! Oh my god, nice to finally meet you!! I'm Stephanie, you can call me Steph." Stephanie extended her hand to shake Y/N's who laughed at her enthusiasm and then shook hers in return. Bruce smiled as he watched his son integrate so seamlessly into the family. Timothy's plan to bring Y/N here via cupcakes was genius.

Maybe bringing chili pepper was a bit much, the family seemed pretty normal… except for the kid, he still looked scary to Y/N, if looks could kill, Y/N would be dead. “Well, time to serve dinner.” Alfred said as he brought the plates with Cassandra’s help. “Cake?!” Y/N said excitedly as he looked at the plates Alfred was holding. Alfred laughed and said, “No, dessert is after dinner, Mr. Y/N.” Y/N’s smile faded, he knew they would keep the cakes late… that’s why he brought the lollipops… He pulled one out of his bag and it caught Damian’s attention. “Aren’t you going to eat Alfred’s food?” Those were Damian’s first words to Y/N and he felt the tone was familiar… Y/N didn’t think much of it, the point was to answer the kid before he choked him. “I came for the cake, so I’d rather keep my stomach empty for dessert.” Y/N said as he put the lollipop in his mouth.

Damian raised an eyebrow at Y/N's words and everyone at the table turned their attention to Y/N who felt like he was in exam class. "We know you love cake but we didn't expect it to be this bad." Stephanie said with a playful smile and Cassandra nodded at her words. Y/N said nothing as he looked at his plate, his pasta... well it looked delicious... but he still wanted cake first. So he pushed the plate away from him. "Can't I have cake now?" Y/N looked at Alfred sadly. But Alfred has strict rules, no dessert unless you eat the main course first. Y/N sighed and looked at his father... then a brilliant idea came to him.

“Dad… can you help me with my plate?” Bruce who was about to choke when Y/N called him dad, looked up from his food to Y/N… Y/N was looking at Bruce with big sad eyes. Bruce was confused… he didn’t know what to do, because his children had never looked at Bruce that way before… in fact no one had… he wasn’t trained to handle this “Okay, I’ll eat your plate.” Bruce sighed in defeat and took Y/N’s plate. Stephanie, Duke, and Tim laughed at Y/N and Bruce’s actions. “Oh man, I can’t believe you made B do what you ordered!” Duke said looking at Bruce who now had two plates and Y/N who was smiling proudly at his great accomplishment. Damian was watching Bruce in shock. Had his father just given in to the demands of someone who had come to the mansion for the first time in his life? No way... Then Damian looked up at Y/N... He should be careful of him in the future, he wouldn't let him take the Robin suit.

While everyone was asking Y/N about himself and his job, he heard the door open, Y/N turned to the door to see two people… oh Bruce’s sons. “Sir Jason, Sir Richard, you’re late, please sit down so I can serve you dinner.” Alfred said who immediately went to the kitchen. “Thank you Alfred. Sorry for being late, but Jason is not an easy person to bring here.” Richard said smiling cheerfully as Jason sighed as he sat down lazily in his chair. “I didn’t want to waste Alfred’s food, that’s why I came.” Jason said aggressively, Jason was sitting next to Y/N who was now terrified. Jason was huge… to his right was Damian who was terrifying enough… and now to his left sat a huge man who could crush him in seconds… reminding him of Red Hood whom he had met before…

Richard had been excited all morning to meet his big brother, finally he wasn't the big one anymore, he could be pampered... Richard approached Y/N from behind while Y/N was distracted by Jason and hugged him from behind which startled Y/N who screamed in horror and hit Richard's head hard, Richard fell unconscious from the headbutt and at the same moment Y/N accidentally pushed Damian's arm causing Damian to throw his spoon in Tim's face... Tim got angry and threw his spoon at Damian who decided to wage war on Tim, he was angry enough that day. Jason and Stephanie burst out laughing and took out their phones. Alfred had already set out a few plates of cupcakes. Y/N wasn't focusing on the trouble he caused, he was focusing on the cupcakes... He had to take the cupcakes, he got away from Damian and Tim who decided to wrestle on the table, Y/N moved to the other side of the table, where the cupcakes were. And he started to collect the plates, since no one was sitting now, Stephanie and Jason were filming Tim and Damian, documenting Richard who was lying on the floor unconscious while Duke was trying to separate Damian and Tim from each other, Y/N asked Alfred for cupcake containers for the cupcakes, Alfred didn’t hesitate to get them, Y/N immediately took the containers and started to grab the cupcakes so he could leave quickly, Cassandra was helping Y/N collect the cupcakes and keep the food away from Damian and Tim. Bruce stood up to stop Damian and Tim who were literally about to kill each other and Duke who gave up and left them while Y/N collected all the cupcakes, but he still needed to apologize to Richard, so he took the lollipop out of his bag and put it in Richard’s pocket then ran out of the dining room as fast as he could with a bag full of cupcakes. He did it! He left alive!

Bruce sighed as he looked at Y/N out the window, then turned to Damian and Tim angrily while Alfred was cleaning the table and Cassandra was trying to wake Richard up, Stephanie and Jason were sharing pictures of Barbara who couldn't come and editing the videos to make them funnier. "That ended badly tonight." Bruce said in frustration... "But it's okay, there's definitely next time." Jason laughed at Bruce's words and replied sarcastically, "Oh yeah, next time will be more fun."

Bruce sighed again and sat back in the chair thinking of a new plan to bring his son here, and keep him here forever this time.

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[pomegranatelifethis]

We love you

English is not my native language

The Wayne Manor was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets, its towering walls steeped in history and whispers. To you, it was home—not because of the grandeur, but because of the people who filled its halls. The ones who saw you, who knew you, in a way that made your chest ache with warmth. Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Cass, Steph, Duke—they were your family, your anchors, their affection a constant tide that kept you afloat.

But there was one shadow you could never quite reach. One figure who stood apart, his presence as distant as the stars you could see from the manor’s rooftop.

Bruce Wayne.

Your father.

The thought of him stung, a quiet bruise you carried beneath your skin. You didn’t hate him—how could you? He was Batman, the man who saved Gotham night after night, the man who had taken you in when the world had left you orphaned. But love, you’d learned, wasn’t the same as presence. And Bruce’s love, if it existed, was a ghost you could never catch.

“Dinner’s ready!” Dick’s voice echoed through the manor, bright and warm, pulling you from your thoughts. You closed the book you’d been pretending to read and stood, smoothing your sweater. The library was your sanctuary, but the dining room was where your family came alive.

As you descended the grand staircase, you felt eyes on you before you saw them. Jason leaned against the banister, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Took you long enough, kid. Thought you were gonna make us send a search party.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile crept onto your face. “You’d love the excuse to be dramatic.”

“Guilty,” he said, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you reached the bottom step. His touch was grounding, a reminder that you were wanted here, even if one person’s absence loomed large.

The dining room was a riot of noise and warmth. Tim was hunched over his tablet, muttering about some case until Steph swiped it from him with a teasing grin. “No work at the table, nerd. Y/N’s here, and that’s way more important.”

Tim flushed but didn’t protest, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “She’s right. How’s your day been?”

“Fine,” you said, sliding into your seat. The word was a reflex, but the way Cass’s sharp eyes studied you from across the table told you she’d noticed the slight hitch in your voice. She didn’t say anything, but her hand brushed yours as she passed you a plate, a silent promise: I’m here.

Damian was next, setting a glass of water in front of you with a precision that bordered on reverence. “You didn’t eat lunch,” he said, his tone accusatory but his eyes soft. “You will eat now.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yes, sir.”

His lips twitched, almost a smile, before he turned to argue with Dick about something trivial. Duke, sitting to your left, leaned in. “They’re ridiculous, but they’re all yours,” he said, his voice low and fond.

Yours. The word settled in your chest, heavy and sweet. They were yours—your siblings, your protectors, your family. Their love was fierce, unrelenting, sometimes suffocating in its intensity. You’d seen the way their eyes darkened when someone outside the family got too close, the way they orchestrated your life with a care that bordered on obsession. But it was a cage you didn’t mind, because it was built from devotion.

The only one missing was Bruce.

His seat at the head of the table was empty, as it often was. Patrol, you told yourself. The mission. Gotham. There was always a reason, always an excuse. You’d stopped expecting him to show up years ago, but the absence still gnawed at you, a quiet ache that never quite faded.

“Where’s B?” you asked, keeping your tone light, as if the answer wouldn’t matter.

Dick’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second, but he recovered quickly. “Out on a lead. You know how he is.”

You nodded, spearing a piece of chicken with your fork. You did know. Bruce was a storm, always moving, always out of reach. To him, you were a responsibility, a name on a list of duties. He’d saved you, given you a home, but his heart? That was locked away in the Batcave, buried beneath the cowl.

Jason’s hand tightened on your shoulder, a silent warning not to dwell. “He’s an idiot,” he muttered, loud enough for the table to hear. “Doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Jason,” Dick warned, but there was no real heat in it.

“What? It’s true.” Jason’s eyes met yours, fierce and unyielding. “You’re worth ten of him, and we all know it.

The table erupted in agreement—Steph’s cheerful “Hell yeah!” blending with Tim’s quiet nod and Damian’s sharp “Tt, obviously.” Cass squeezed your hand, and Duke flashed you a grin that promised he’d have your back, always.

You laughed, the sound bubbling up despite the ache. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” Steph shot back, winking.

And they were. You felt it in every glance, every touch, every moment they carved out for you. Dick, who’d cancel patrols just to watch movies with you. Jason, who’d sneak you onto rooftops to stargaze, his gun never far but his arm always around you. Tim, who’d hack into your school’s system to make sure you never got in trouble. Damian, who’d paint your portrait in secret, then blush when you found it. Cass, who’d teach you to fight not because you needed to, but because she wanted you to feel strong. Steph, who’d fill your room with silly notes to make you smile. Duke, who’d tell you stories of Gotham’s light to remind you there was hope.

They were your family, your everything. Their love was a wildfire, consuming and protective, and you were at its heart, safe and cherished.

But still, you couldn’t help glancing at the empty chair.

The next morning, you woke to the soft clink of metal outside your door. Blinking sleep from your eyes, you found a tray waiting—fresh coffee, pancakes, and a single rose, its petals still damp with dew. A note in Damian’s precise handwriting read: You will eat breakfast. – D.

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. This was their way, your siblings. They didn’t just care—they insisted. Their love was a demand, a vow, and you were its willing recipient.

Downstairs, the manor was alive. Dick was in the kitchen, flipping more pancakes, while Tim and Steph argued over the best syrup. Cass sat on the counter, watching you with a quiet smile, and Jason was cleaning his guns at the table, a habit Bruce would’ve hated but one you found oddly comforting.

“Morning, superstar,” Dick called, sliding a plate toward you. “Sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, taking a seat. “Thanks for the food, Damian.”

Damian, perched on a stool with a book, didn’t look up. “It was necessary.”

Jason snorted. “He means he loves you.”

Damian’s head snapped up, a blush creeping across his cheeks. “Todd, silence yourself.”

You laughed, and the sound drew Tim’s attention. He abandoned his argument with Steph to sit beside you, his laptop already open. “Hey, I was thinking—wanna help me with a case later? I could use your brain.”

“Only if I get to pick the music,” you teased.

“Deal,” he said, his smile soft but his eyes intense,like he was memorizing you.

This was your life now: surrounded, adored, needed. They didn’t just love you—they craved you, their affection a living thing that wrapped around you, tight and unyielding. You’d noticed the way they orchestrated your days, keeping you close, keeping you theirs. A classmate who’d gotten too flirty had mysteriously transferred schools. A teacher who’d been too harsh had suddenly retired. You didn’t ask questions, because you knew the answers lived in the shadows of their eyes.

And you didn’t mind. Not really. Because in their love, you were whole.

But Bruce… Bruce was a different story.

You saw him that afternoon, passing through the manor like a specter. He was in his civilian clothes, but the weight of the cowl clung to him, his shoulders tense, his eyes distant. You were in the living room, curled up with a book, when he walked by.

“Bruce,” you said, your voice softer than you meant it to be.

He paused, turning to you. For a moment, you thought you saw something—regret, maybe, or longing. But then his expression hardened, the mask of the Bat slipping into place. “Y/N,” he said, his voice clipped. “You’re… doing alright?”

It wasn’t a question, not really. It was an obligation, a checkmark on his endless list.

“Fine,” you said, echoing your answer from dinner. The word felt hollow.

“Good.” He nodded, already moving toward the study. “I have work to do.”

And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

You stared at the empty space where he’d been, your book forgotten in your lap. The ache was back, sharper now, a blade that cut deeper because you’d dared to hope. He was your father, but he didn’t see you. Not the way the others did.

“Y/N?” Cass’s voice was soft, her presence sudden but welcome. She sat beside you, her hand finding yours. “You’re sad.”

You shook your head, but the tears prickling your eyes betrayed you. “It’s stupid.”

“Not stupid,” she said, her voice firm. She squeezed your hand, her gaze fierce. “He’s wrong. Not you.”

You swallowed, the lump in your throat heavy. “I just… I want him to care.”

Cass’s expression darkened, a rare flicker of anger crossing her face. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

Before you could respond, Jason appeared in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he took in your expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low, dangerous.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, but Cass’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Bruce,” she said, the word a condemnation.

Jason’s jaw clenched, and he crossed the room in three strides, dropping to his knees in front of you. “Hey,” he said, his voice softer now, meant only for you. “Forget him. You’ve got us. You don’t need him.”You nodded, but the tears spilled over, and suddenly you were surrounded. Dick was there, pulling you into a hug. Tim’s hand rested on your shoulder, steady and sure. Damian stood at your side, his posture rigid with protective fury. Steph and Duke hovered nearby, their presence a quiet promise.

“We love you,” Dick murmured, his arms tight around you. “We’re never leaving you.”

And in that moment, you believed them. Their love was a fortress, unyielding and eternal. Bruce’s absence was a wound, yes, but it was one they’d bandage with their devotion, their obsession, their everything.

You were theirs, and they were yours. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

[teddypines]

Momma's boy

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Summary: Jason being a mommy's boy. He needs his mom when things get rough and he can't see things clear.

Jason x Batmom!Reader. In this universe Y/N birthed Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, Bruce is the father. Duke, Steph and Cass are adopted.

Note: Was craving soft Jason with Batmom!Reader. Jason deserves more love. Words: 874

Picture/art from Pinterest, credits to the artist.

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Jason was a mommy's boy, from the moment he was born. He wouldn’t let go of his momma, not even for a moment in the first few months. He was the total opposite of Dick who was a daddy's boy, yes Dick loves his momma, but he was more drawn to Bruce. Y/N didn’t mind this in the least. She loved it even more now that she had a baby who wanted her more than Bruce. Not that she didn't love Dick, she just wanted a mommy's boy after having a daddy’s boy. 

So Jason was against Y/N's chest in either a sling or a papoose most of the time for the first two years. Being near his momma was the only way to get him to calm down, to fall asleep and to feel safe. Even feeding was difficult if Bruce did it, Jason wanted his mom to feed him.

The first six months were spent in his parents bed, in-between his momma and dad. Even if Dick crawled into bed with them because of a nightmare, or just because he wanted to, Jason would stake his claim over Y/n.

As Jason got older his need for his mom got less, it never really left he stayed a Momma’s boy through and through. He watched Tim be a little in-between boy, loving Y/N and Bruce the same. Damian be a secret Momma’s boy. Duke having a better bond with Bruce and Steph and Cass being mommy girls, but never as much as he was.

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It was one of those days that Jason wished he had stayed in bed. School sucked, work sucked, patrol sucked. Even his siblings were more annoying than usual. Everything was just too much, every noise and light. Every interaction. He needed comfort, but he was eighteen, and eighteen year olds didn't need comfort (they do!). He could do this on his own, at least that is what he thought while everyone could see that he needed the love and comfort to feel safe.

So there he lay, in his bed, overwhelmed and tired at three a.m, but sleep just wouldn't take over. His mind raced with all types of thoughts that didn’t want him to settle down. As time went on Jason's mind got messier and messier. Thoughts racing even more and anxiety rising sky high. Finally some protective instinct inside of him kicked in and Jason got out of bed. He needed his mom.

So silently he walked to the master bedroom, Jason hadn't walked that way in the middle of the night in years. He felt small again, tears pricking at the edges of his eyes. He carefully opened the room, hoping he didn’t walk in on the devil's tango, because yes that is what his head thought his parents could be doing at three in the morning. He was lucky, Bruce snoring as he lay on his stomach like a starfish and Y/N on her side curled up like a cat.

Jason approached the bed and slowly woke Y/N up by shaking her arm a bit. “Mom?... Mom, please wake up… Mom, I need you.” He whispered, sounding a little desperate for her to wake up. Y/N quickly woke up, still used to waking up at least once a night for one of her kids. “Yes?” She opened her eyes, meeting a very sad looking Jason. Y/N quickly sat up and opened her arms for her son.

“What is wrong, Jay bird?” Y/N whispered as Jason crawled underneath the comforter and leaned into his mom’s hug. Laying his head down on Y/N's chest. “Another nightmare?” Jason shook his head at the question. “No… hard day, needed my mom…” 

Y/N's heart melted a little, quickly kissing Jason's head to give him the comfort he needed, but had a hard time asking for. “It's okay, baby, momma is here for you. You can stay in the big bed with us tonight and don't you dare say that you're too old for that, because you're not. You're one of my birds and my birds get to come back to the nest any day or night.” She said while laying back down. Fixing the comforter a bit so they both were warm and Bruce had still enough to stay warm. 

“Tomorrow you're gonna take a mental health day and we'll do something fun, just you and me.” Y/N announced to which Jason could only nod. Happy his momma was going to take care of him until he could do it himself again. He nestled himself tightly against Y/N and closed his eyes. Every worry, doubt and fear he had was just melting away from him as his momma held him. He was slowly falling asleep, but needed to tell Y/N something important before he fell asleep completely.

“Momma?” Jason asked as he lifted his head a little, laying his chin on Y/N’s chest to look at her. “Yes, Jay bird?” Y/N answered, already knowing where this was going. “I love you.” Jason said with a tired smile. “I love you too, Jay bird, now get some rest. I'll keep watch.” And with that answer Jason lay his head back down and fell asleep, safe and sound in his mom's arms.

[superbat-lmao]

Each of the batkids having their own video series on the Wayne youtube channel. They’re all just different Jenna Marbles videos.

Damian’s playlist are videos of him acquiring new pets, such as a hamster. Each one starts with him approaching a different sibling and getting a new pet with them. He also makes videos trying to teach his animals to swim or “is my dog smarter than a hamster” but it’s “is my dog smarter than my brother” that kinda thing.

Tim makes a series where he criticizes 5 minute crafts. He makes the demon soap hand and jeans chair. He’s upset the whole time and Dick keeps laughing from the background.

Jason and Dick make their version of Aries Kitchen, where Dick keeps trying to make crazy things and Jason keeps everything on track. Eventually it turns into Jason having a cooking playlist without Dick where he takes the videos seriously, even though all the siblings are the taste testers at the end. He also does episodes with Damian making dog treats and pupsicles.

Steph and Cass do the “me-time” videos like a bald cap covered in eyelashes or making their head a disco ball. They camouflage themselves, make jumpers together, which mascaras are the best to cry in, and acid wash their clothes.

Dick guest stars in a lot of videos. He also does those “my brother teaches me X” where he teaches the siblings gymnastics/trapeze. He’s also down for challenges, dress up videos, having acrylics toenails, or anything else the kids put him up to.

Duke does videos like “reading comments about my dogs” or watching meme compilations about the channel. Prank videos are right up his alley. He is also down whenever Damian decides to do an art video, like Bob Ross tutorials or acrylic pours.

Everytime Bruce almost appears or accidentally walks in, there’s a super obvious jump cut that edits him out. It’s always comedic, but the kids don’t want him involved in this unless he’s their fashion show audience. He’s not allowed to talk and be his public persona because none of the kids want to be subjected to that. It’s one thing at a gala, it’s another in their home. Especially if they’re all doing their own personas, they can’t handle the playboy one on top of all of that.

Alfred joins in occasionally with a patient long suffering look on his face. He lets the kids give him acrylic nails, he joins Jason in the kitchen, and he occasionally helps Duke plan his pranks in ways that save his carpets.

He does forbid that soap hand from remaining in his kitchen.