#i can do bruce and alfred and jason and tim

[batsandbirdbrains]

I need Bruce trying to gentle parent Dick as a child. Like maybe Bruce isn’t exactly a good parent but tries. When Dick starts throwing massive tantrums, he just puts Dick in an empty room for time out. This does not stop Dick as he ends up destroying the room despite nothing being in it. When Dick does something Bruce doesn’t approve of, Bruce just says softly “Don’t do that.” Dick does it again. Like I need him trying and failing. Nothing he does works. Then Dick decides to turn that gentle parenting back on Bruce. No whenever Bruce makes him mad, he puts Bruce in a time-out room. Whenever Bruce is being dumb, he just gives him a pout and says “Don’t do that.” Bruce actually does his best to listen to Dick because he thinks it might foster trust or encourage Dick to follow along when Bruce does it to him. It doesn’t really work. Dick still doesn’t listen and now Bruce is being parented by the child he’s supposed to be raising. The only plus is that it calms down Dick’s more violent urges because instead of destroying shit he just sends Bruce away.

Then Dick gets shot, and something in Bruce snaps. There is no more gentle parenting, no more kind words or soft punishments. He needs to make Dick listen, and if that means hurting him, then so be it. He loses sight of the fact that Dick is still a kid, an incredibly traumatized one at that. He still lets Dick parent him, although he’s more snappy about it. Dick stops being soft with him, too, instead telling him harshly to get to bed, threatening to sic Alfred on him, or screaming in his face about how he’s the worst. Somehow they’ve fallen into this horrible dynamic and neither of them know how to get out of it. Dick blames himself for being such a troubled kid, and though Bruce never says it, Dick knows he blames him too. So Dick leaves.

Eventually, over the years their family grows, but Bruce’s softness never really comes back. He’s meaner, more controlling, even downright cruel at times. And one day when the entire batfam is arguing with him over how unreasonable he is, one them snaps and says “Jesus, B, who turned you into such a fucking asshole?” and before Bruce can even think about it, he responds “Dick did.” He closes his mouth in shock, face going ashen while everyone else freezes. The words cut straight into Dick’s heart. He replies with the only words he can think of at the moment “Don’t do that.” He meant for the words to be cold, confident. Instead they came out soft, chiding and pained. Before anyone can say anything else, Bruce turns on his heel and leaves. They all try to follow him to argue more but then stare, confused, as he walks into an empty room, locking the door behind him. He doesn’t come out for a long time.

🥺 rip out my fucking heart why don’t you, damn.

But now I’m just thinking of the scenario with Bruce saying Dick turned him into an asshole, and the whole room freezes.

Jason didn’t expect an actual answer. Tim and Damian thought Bruce would have just chided Jason for his language. Dick thought a Bruce was just going to keep yelling.

But then the way he says, “Dick did” without even thinking about it, without hesitation, it shocks everyone.

And Dick feels like he wants to cry, because sure, he knew he was a pretty fucked up kid. He was troubled. Traumatized. A problem child. But Bruce for the most part had been so patient when he was little. And when Bruce started being an asshole after Dick got shot, it wasn’t like Dick couldn’t fight right back. It was almost like a game, sometimes. But Dick has always felt so guilty about it, because Bruce had been so soft spoken and patient and nice, and then Dick went and fucked him up. Dick ruined him. It’s all Dick’s fault.

Dick has always had that thought in the back of his mind. But he’s never had any real proof that Bruce felt the same.

Now he does. And Dick’s chest feels hollow as he stares at a horrified looking Bruce.

All Dick can manage to say is a soft, desperate, “Don’t do that,” just like Bruce always tried to use with him, before he started using yelling as his go-to response.

Then Bruce turns without saying anything and walks right into an empty room, and Dick feels like he’s going to throw up. He turns too, towards his bike, and he ignores the way his siblings are calling after him. He turns off his comms and rides home, going way too fast, feeling the wind whip around him, and tears blurring his vision until he blinks them away.

When he gets back to his Blüdhaven apartment, he slides in through the window and doesn’t even change out of his costume before he’s puking in the bathroom.

He silences his phone, turns in his security system, and then spends the next hour sitting under the water in his shower, spacing out until the water goes ice cold and he has to get out. Then he crawls into bed, pulls out Zitka from under the pillows to hug to his chest, and buries his head under his pillows. If he doesn’t pay attention to it, he can pretend he’s not still crying because of the guilt.

He stays like that for a long time, not moving. He falls asleep for a while, wakes up in a panic, rinse and repeat.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but the next thing he knows, someone is sitting down on his bed next to him, laying a hesitant hand in his back. And he knows it’s Bruce, and it just makes him feel even worse.

“Go away,” he begs, the words muffled under his pillows.

“I didn’t mean it,” Bruce tries to tell him.

“Yes you did,” Dick says miserably. “And it’s true. I know it’s true, you don’t have to pretend it’s not.”

“It wasn’t you who made me an asshole,” Bruce says. “The situation-”

“Caused by me,” Dick argues.

“You were just a child, Dick.” Bruce sighs.

“A horrible, no good, rotten child!”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” Bruce says firmly. “It’s not true, Dick. I don’t care what anyone says, you were not a rotten child. You were just a little boy. I was the adult, and I should have found other solutions that worked for you.”

Dick doesn’t say anything, but he eventually moves out from under the pillows to curl up with his head in Bruce’s lap. Bruce plays with his hair, and the two of them stay quiet for a long time. Neither of them really knows what to say. They’re both still upset. And they’re both awful at dealing with their feelings.

The sadness and anger and guilt they’re feeling from this fight won’t be resolved. They won’t really talk about it. It won’t be talked about without someone else bringing it up, and that won’t happen for a while.

But for now, Bruce is going to comfort his son. And for now, Dick will let him.

[faramirsonofgondor]

Ok ok but Dick being like ~ 15 years older than Damian. When Damian shows up on Bruce’s doorstep, Bruce doesn’t really have a chance to announce it to the public before he gets lost in time. So now Dick, who’s 25 is stuck with this tiny 10 year old and has the job of integrating him into Gotham society.

Except because Bruce only adopts kids who look like him, and Damian and Dick are tanner than the rest of his kids, literally everyone assumes that Damian is Dick’s bio kid. Like Dick is like “oh yea this is Bruce’s biological son that I’m looking after” and everyone goes “uh huh sure” but when he’s not around they’re just like “oh that’s his kid for sure”. Both Dick and Damian are aware of it and offended by it, albeit for very different reasons. Dick is offended that they somehow think he would be a deadbeat dad even if he was a teen dad, and Damian is offended that nobody believes he’s Bruce’s kid.

But eventually Dick is just like fuck it that’s my kid, and Damian is extremely annoyed but somehow lets Dick convince him to go along with it. Dick walks around in a pink shirt that says “Your favorite DILF” in the most basic font ever, and buys Damian a matching shirt that says “The favorite child” which Damian refuses to wear unless one of the other Batkids (usually Steph since basically everyone else fucked off when Bruce was lost) is around.

It gets to the point where even Dick, Damian, and Alfred forget that Damian isn’t actually Dick’s bio kid. (In this AU, Bruce is lost in time for about 3 years) Dick decides to forget about Talia’s existence as well and just decides that Damian is a clone that he birthed. But then Bruce comes back and now they’re in a weird place. Damian lives with Bruce now and while nobody ever says anything directly, the entire public is giving them a huge side eye because both Dick and Damian look a little depressed with the predicament. People start to wonder if Bruce is blackmailing Dick or something.

Everything comes to a head when Bruce and Dick start fighting in front of the whole fam over something Bruce said to Damian on patrol. Bruce tells Dick that he needs to back off because Bruce is Damian’s father, not Dick. Nobody’s sure how Dick is going to respond, but they definitely weren’t expecting for Dick to say “Fuck you, I’m the one who birthed him!!!” There’s a stretch of silence and before anyone can respond to that, Damian just nods his head and goes “Grayson is right. Surely your memory is not so poor that you’ve forgotten?” Everyone is gaping when Alfred delivers the final blow “Master Bruce, I truly did not expect this behavior from you. Of course Master Dick is Damian’s parent. Perhaps it is best if you retire, since it is clear that your lack of sleep is getting the better of you.”

Everyone is shook and they’re like “wtf you cannot gaslight us into believing this shit.” Except they do indeed gaslight. And gaslight. And gaslight.

Jason tries to reason with them by talking about how he had met Damian in the League, had seen Damian with Talia, yada yada yada. Damian just goes “I think I would remember if I had played little league. Such foolish games are beneath me. Cease your nonsense, Todd.” Jason eventually calls Talia to make sure he’s not losing his memories or something. Talia is perplexed but Dick’s claim over her child does scare her just a little bit, considering she remembers how feral he was when he was younger and she’s heard whispers about him killing the Joker (not that she ever mentioned that to Jason).

Tim tries to go with logic but gets shut down every time. One time he asks “If you were raised by Dick then why is your English so proper?” He’s met with “Oh, so because English is not Richard’s first language, then he is incapable of speaking it properly? Tt.” When he questions why Damian fights the way he does if he wasn’t raised by the LoA, Dick brings out his Renegade training and shows off his skills. Tim keeps trying to find ways to prove that they’re lying, but somehow ends up losing the argument every time. It’s grating, especially considering Alfred is on their side.

Bruce is hesitant to try anything because Alfred is corroborating their story and he doesn’t want to cross Alfred. He only questions it once, asking Dick where Damian’s baby photos are. He does not anticipate Dick tearfully explaining that they were all destroyed when Blockbuster blew up his apartment. Bruce is so panicked and desperate to make sure Dick doesn’t cry again that he just never questions it again.

So now the entire family is kinda gaslight into believing it, and those who know the truth don’t actually say anything because they don’t think it’s worth the effort. After all, Dick is doing a great job of parenting Damian. But then comes the Justice League, which is much bigger than batfam. Everyone is kinda awkwardly glancing around when Dick introduces Damian as his kid, because they remember a few years back Bruce saying the same thing, but now Bruce is just going along with what Dick is saying. The OG Titans are like “wtf dude” but also immediately have his back whenever someone tries to question it. They talk about how they were there for Damian’s birth, about all the presents they’ve bought for their nephew and holidays spent together. Everyone gets the memo to not ask questions about it. The only one stupid enough to try is Hal, who is met with a feral Damian. He has a flashback of the many, many times Dick bit him as a child and decides that yea, that kid belongs to Dick.

[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.

[misspantymime]

Bat x Family ("A Family Meeting...Sort Of")

a/n: Once again, I forgot to update within the week. I'm ready for any punishment you have for me! Also, did the Batfam seem awkward? I usually don't right all of them together. (///￣ ￣///)

TW: Slight mention of starvation of children (no deaths though!)

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Anya Forger! Child! Reader x Yandere! Platonic! Batfam

When Bruce called for a “family meeting”, Dick only had half an idea of what it was about.

More than likely, it had something to do with the trafficking bust that happened less than a week ago. The one that Jason seemed to fumble, despite his protests that the place had been cleared out before he even reached the location. Supposedly, the “product” had been left without food or water for an undisclosed amount of time before the GCPD had gotten a lead, but there had miraculously been no deaths.

That being said, Red Hood wasn’t the only one to drop the ball.

The breakout from Arkham had involved more major threats and the consensus had been that resources would be better allocated to that issue, above everything else. Or, to put more bluntly, the trafficking business, while urgent, just wasn’t to be prioritized at the moment. Which would eventually bite them in the butts later.

Through police contacts, the grapevine, and the ravenous media, Dick had heard less than stellar remarks on the poor handling of it all. Many papers and news outlets were questioning the lack of urgency from the GCPD and the Bats, seeing as some of the most vulnerable people of society’s lives had been put at stake yet appeared to not be on they’re radar. Not to mention the main perpetrators had slinked away unscathed.

So, if Bruce was going to ream them over the poor handling of the case, Dick was more than ready to take it on the chin. Even if the others weren’t.

Which is why when he reached the parlor, Dick was met, not unsurprisingly, with chaotic arguing.

“-admit it, Todd, you failed.” Damian’s resolute assertion was the first thing Dick heard but it was soon followed by–

“Listen, you damn demon brat, I told you already–” Jason was cut off, by Duke trying to placate them all.

“Look, guys, no one expected this, alright? You can’t blame him for that.”

“Incompetence doesn’t justify failure. It was in his territory, so it was his responsibility.” Damian argued just as Tim added his two cents.

“Yeah, but why are we all here, anyway? If he has something to say, he can just say it to Jay, right?” He groaned, rubbing his temple while nursing a cup of coffee. No steam, so they must have been at it for a while.

“Maybe he needs all hands on deck for it or something?” Steph chimed in, lounging on one of many seats, back leaning on one armrest while her legs hung over the other.

Cass simply observed the carnage from the side.

“Hey, hey, look we all messed up, alright?” Dick chided gently, with his trademarked golden boy smile as he stepped fully into the parlor, ”Let’s just see what Bruce wants, okay?”

Someone had to play peacemaker, since it looked like Duke was fighting for his life and Alfred was nowhere to be seen. 

“I hardly see where I–” Daminan started.

“Listen, we all could’ve done better,” Dick reiterated, “We’ll just hear him out and see how we can make this better.”

“I kind of doubt that’s possible” Barbara spoke up, on her laptop and scanning the various pages scrolling across the screen. “This is a bit of a–”

“Shitshow?” Jason prompted.

“Yes,” She sighed, before adding on, “No perps, and the place was, apparently, cleaned out before they got there. The GCPD is still scanning for anything, to be honest, but it’s not looking good.”

Barabara’s olive green eyes soon grew darker as she continued,

“Some of the kids were in critical condition.”

A hush fell over the room, smothering any irritation under a somber atmosphere. 

Just then, the door opened once again and Alfred, proper as ever, strolled in amidst the cold tension, seemingly none the wiser. If anything, the butler almost looked…amused?

“Master Wayne would like to apologize, but it seems he is…preoccupied at the moment.”

“The hell? He’s the one who called us” Jason grouched, flopping down on an armchair. 

 “Yes, but something of utmost importance has come to his attention.”

A sort of sharpness tinged the atmosphere, as they all tensed in anticipation. 

‘What could be so important?’, They all thought.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Bruce was not prepared for this.

He was not prepared for any of this.

 Bruce was ready to leave you to your show– a loud sort of spy cartoon? –but you had other plans, charging him as soon as the words “I have an errand to run” left his lips.

“An adventure!” You cried excitedly, latching onto his suit’s pant leg. “Lemme come!”

“Wha–? No, it’s an errand.” He repeated, trying to slip from your grasp. However, it proved to be far stronger than he expected, as you clung onto his leg even when he swung it to-and-fro rather inelegantly. 

‘I need to get to the cave with the others. Alfred can probably keep her away long enough for me to give them the rundown.’ Bruce sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I wanna go with Papa!” You cheered once again, your small hands leaving wrinkles in his pant leg.

“You’ll be bored” Bruce tried to reason with you, “Just stay and watch your show.”

‘She can’t get anywhere near the Batcave.’

And he failed. Spectacularly.

“No, no, no!” You exclaimed, climbing higher up his leg to cling off his waist, “I wanna be with Papa!”

‘This is illogical. Why is she so attached to me right when she got here?’  

You beamed up at him, shamelessly hanging off him like a juvenile monkey from a less than willing tree, “Please?”

“(Name)–” Bruce sighed again.

“Pretty please?” You emphasized in a drawn out whine.

While he was far from a master negotiator, Bruce fully believed he could hold his own in terms of brokering a deal. The social minefield of Gotham’s elite proved to be a formidable challenge time and time again, while the overt battleground of it’s underbelly remained default even for the most hardened of individuals. 

That being said, Bruce Wayne would not fold to a six year-old.

“Papa!”

He would not fold.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Dick stared at him.

Bruce stared past him, through the open doorway.

The parlor remained quiet, but the it’s inhabitants faces spoke volumes:

Alfred contained a chuckle behind a cough and his fist.

Tim raised an eyebrow over his cup of coffee, frozen just before taking a sip.

Jason, faced away from the door itself, did a double take upon shooting a glance over his shoulder. 

Duke’s face seemed to be caught between a gawking expression of shock and a nervous laugh.

Cass–stoic and steely eyed Cass– betrayed the slightest widening of her eyes.

Steph hid a bemused and bewildered sort of smirk behind her hand.

Damian looked aghast, bordering on disgusted.

And Barbara? She simply looked at him over the rim of her glasses.

All the while, you grinned quite triumphantly in his arms, balanced on his hip.

“Uh, B? You got a little–” Dick pointed and Bruce immediately cut him off.

“Yes, I know.” He asserted.

You grinned mischievously as a satisfied giggle escaped you.

“Everyone… this is (Name).”

a/n: Start of the Batfam shenanigans! Hope you stick around to see more! (´｡• ᵕ •｡) ♡

[clairewritesfanfics]

imagine being reader when some fucking guy shows up claiming to be your dead brother. at least he brought alfred though? what do you think finding out he was kind of her favorite sibling even though he was literally dead for most of her time with the waynes would do to him?

Reader would be very suspicious because even for all Gotham's wackiness, bringing the dead back to life is a whole new can of worms.

Anyway, I've actually been writing a short scenario for when Jason learns about you from Alfred:

Jason stood inside your room. It was one of the smaller spaces in the manor, but Alfred said you chose it because it was right across from Jason's childhood bedroom.

Bruce and Tim closed it off “to prevent contamination of the crime scene” after you vanished, but after a whole month of examination, Alfred put his foot down and removed the tape, especially now that Jason was here. The elderly butler believed that it would be, if not therapeutic, then fair to tell the boy about his sister. 

He walked over to your bed, he recognized his collector' s edition of A Little Princess. It was a laminated hardback with an illustration of Sara Crewe in a beautiful dress, holding her doll, Emily. Jason remembered saving his allowance to purchase it and was super protective of the book; he never let Bruce touch it because the old man had a bad habit of dog-earing pages. However, the novel was carefully closed with a plain, flexible bookmark to prevent any marks or ripping. Dick, that asshole, would have kept the book open and left it face-down until the spine cracked. 

“She was very fond of children’s literature. She devoured your Diana Wynne Jones collection in two weeks,” Alfred said. “I had to use the master key to get her out of her room. I believe she lost three kilograms because she kept forgetting to eat.”

Jason didn’t know whether he should laugh or get mad at your recklessness. “That’s impressive,” he finally replied. 

Two weeks? Credit where credit was due. He’s been lost in books before but even he needed breaks when he read that collection. 

Alfred chuckled and another silence fell between them. 

Jason looked around and then approached your desk. Your computer was still plugged in, illuminating the ink-filled page of a yellow legal pad. Balls of crumpled paper littered your table and overflowed from the waste basket. 

There was also a notebook, a planner of some kind, along with a calculator. 

“She was considering college,” Alfred explained as Jason picked up the planner full of numbers and computations. “She didn’t speak much of it, but she mentioned wanting to pursue literature or education. I don’t understand why she didn’t approach Master Bruce about it, I’m afraid.”

Jason stared at the numbers. You crossed out most of the expensive and so–called prestigious schools. 

He then put down the notebook. “I do.”

#end#

This is really more of a love letter to Jason than anything else. My boy's been through so much, I just wanted him to have someone to care for and who can potentially care for him more than anybody else in his family.

[l0singsdogs]

batfam fics by l0singsdogs.

I recently uploaded my Dickkory fics. Now I'm making a small recommendation for my Bat Family fics. The following stand out: mentions of Timkon, Batcat as a couple, Alfred Pennyworth's death, mention of Jayrena, Jason Todd's good older brother, and especially a healing Bat Family. Inspiration from comics and series is highlighted. Trigger warnings in tags.

don't worry im alive. by l0singsdogs. language: english words: 3,482 chapters: 1/1 

Bruce Wayne always knew letting Jason go was the right thing to do — especially when his boy seemed to carry pain on his shoulders and the past in his smile. But like any father, he asked for one small thing: a single text message every year, just to let him know he was alive.

Letting Jason go had been one of the hardest things Bruce had ever done.

But he was a father — and even the worst of them make sacrifices.

Do you want to play with me, B? by l0singsdogs. language: english words: 1,897 chapters: 1/1

Bruce Wayne hallucinates Jason sometimes. It happens in his worst moments — when fear toxin rushes through his veins, when battle overwhelms his senses, when the weight of the world feels too heavy on his shoulders. But he never expected to hallucinate Jason in his office, not when he thought his mind had stopped playing those cruel tricks. Yet, there Jason was, or at least the version Bruce's broken mind conjured. And Bruce couldn’t help but feel that familiar ache in his chest — a pain etched deep into his very soul. "Do you want to play with me, B?" his son asked. Bruce simply nodded, watching his little boy stand beside him, if only for a minute.

tears in heaven. by l0singsdogs. language: english words: 4,010 chapters: 1/1

There was a time when Bruce Wayne had been a fun father. He used to take Jason and Dick to baseball games, go trick-or-treating with them, and just be the kind of dad most kids could only dream of. But after what happened to Jason, that version of him slowly faded, slipping further into the shadows.

Or perhaps it’s just Damian and Tim, watching old photographs and videos of a father they never truly got to know. Maybe, deep down, they both wish they had the chance to meet Bruce Wayne—the one who hadn’t yet been consumed by grief and darkness.

domestic meeting. by l0singsdogs language: english words: 4,053 chapters: 1/1

Bruce Wayne has always been a reserved man—or at least as reserved as he can be, especially with the press constantly on his heels. But when it comes to Batman, he is even more elusive, operating from the shadows. The moments when he reveals himself to his allies—his family—are rare, but when they do happen, they are nothing short of remarkable.

Still, seeing Batman as a father, or even in a more mundane light, is a sight few have the privilege to witness.

Perhaps this is one of those moments.

Or maybe, during an online meeting, the Justice League gets an unexpected glimpse—not just of Batman as a father, but of his vigilantes as siblings. A side of them the world rarely ever sees.

haunted by the past. by l0singsdogs. Language: English Words: 2,236 Chapters: 1/1 

Damian Wayne knows that he has brothers and a sister at the end of the day. He knows his family is complicated, that his father has his issues, and that it's not the typical kind of family he sees elsewhere—but he understands that too.

But he also knows the mansion hides secrets, that the rooms feel haunted and heavy with history. And yet, there is one room he rarely enters, almost as if it’s forbidden.

Still, Damian Wayne is a teenager, and curiosity often runs in their blood.

(Or simply—a quiet moment of Damian visiting the room of his not-quite-dead brother, Jason Todd. Seeing, perhaps for the first time, how often his father still lives in the pain of the past.)

time in a bottle. by l0singsdogs. Language: English Words: 6,829 Chapters: 1/1

Bruce Wayne has children, but he never got to hold them in his arms as babies. He never saw them grow from infancy, never spoiled them in his own subtle way. He didn’t get to sing them lullabies or teach them from the moment they opened their eyes to the world. Damian came into his life at eight years old, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd arrived already knowing the harshness of life, Tim Drake showed up when the situation demanded it, and Cassandra Cain appeared when it was necessary. But when Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and Cassandra Cain are magically turned into toddlers — for a fleeting moment — Bruce Wayne allows himself to dream. Even if time is short, even if reality will soon crash down on him, he holds his children in his arms, if only for a little while.

one quiet day a year. by l0singsdogs. Language: English Words: 2,781 Chapters: 1/1

Jason Todd is twenty-six when he finally receives the gift of his sixteenth birthday. It took Bruce Wayne ten years to give it to him— a gift he always wanted to give one of his children—a moment shared between father and son, and also within the family.

a gift worth keeping. by l0singsdogs. Language: English Words: 3,976 Chapters: 1/1

Bruce Wayne has many reasons to survive every Justice League mission. But above all, he always comes back for his children. With each return, he brings something with him—a small gift, a quiet treasure, a simple reminder of where he’s been. He stays alive to see their faces, to be their father, to live just one more ordinary day with them. Maybe it's just a token. Maybe it’s become a quiet tradition. But it’s always for them.

like him. by l0singsdogs. Language: English Words: 3,001 Chapters: 1/1}

Everyone knows Jason Todd and Dick Grayson are adopted brothers — they may not share DNA, but they definitely share something else: Bruce Wayne's mannerisms. Maybe Bruce isn't their biological father, but when the eldest two speak, move, or fight, it's as if they've inherited far more than just his training.

This is a story about the quiet, undeniable truth: Jason Todd-Wayne and Dick Grayson-Wayne are living reflections of their father, not just in the way they carry themselves but in the legacy they uphold. Bruce Wayne may die, return, and die again,

but as long as Jason and Dick live, so will his shadow, whether they want it or not.

Moments, soft and sharp, where others can’t help but see it: Jason and Dick, more like Bruce than they’ll ever admit.

[d1nkyduck]

The Shadow's Resolve

The Shadow’s Resolve. - Neglect. Verb. … To give little attention or respect to; to disregard. To leave undone or unattended to, especially through carelessness. To fail to do something due to thoughtlessness or carelessness. Lack of due care or attention; negligence. Introduction/Synopsis: In which instead of raising just yourself you have to raise Bruce’s “charity case”. Now look where it’s gotten you, stuck trying to get your “family” out your hair, multiverse shenanigans, and having to Scooby-Doo this shit. Oh Wait! Time travel too!? A/n- English is my first language so this writing and grammar is going to be ass. This is beta read and has been beta read so much it is now burned into my skull. Enjoy! (Please let me know if you see any mistakes, all will be updated and fixed as soon as possible.)

Your Reading: Prologue 7/7 This floor is the quietest, but unfortunately, there aren't any good and spacious bedrooms here. You head up to the third floor, where you finally hear some sound. Yelling. Is it Tim? He sounds upset about something. You hear more voices, Damian, Jason, maybe Dick and Stephanie. As the argument intensifies, you decide to leave the floor. It’s better not to introduce yourself while they’re all riled up. No matter how much you miss them, you are still a stranger to them. Moving on to the third floor, you notice a few rooms slightly open. It seems that many residents are on this floor. You walk down the corridor and close all the doors after glancing inside. You see Damian's room since Titus is there. He looks up and sniffs before coming over to you. You stay still as he assesses you. You hope he doesn’t bark. Luckily, he just licks your hand, and you scratch his head. When you hear footsteps approaching, you quickly make your escape. The fourth floor? Yeah, don’t even think about it—that’s Bruce’s territory. If you head up to the fifth floor, you’ll find tons of libraries and offices. Seriously, there’s even a few ballrooms up there, but not a single bedroom. So, you decide to go higher. The sixth floor is super quiet, but just a heads up, if you pick this one, you might lose your mind during one of those fancy galas they throw at the manor. Now, onto the top floor. As you step onto this seemingly deserted level, you observe LED lights illuminating the area. The hallway is adorned with inviting decorations. A soft glow emanates from beneath the doors of three separate rooms. You find yourself unable to recall who may inhabit this floor. Intrigued, you knock. There is a brief pause with no response, but before you can knock again, voices can be heard calling from within the room. “Come In! Alfred is that you?”

You gently open the door and respond. “No. Sorry. I’m new and just looking for a room.” Upon entering the expansive chamber, one is able to identify the source of the fatigued voice. Reclining within the room is a diminutive figure, whose frail condition is evident, accentuated by the array of medical apparatus encircling the front of his bed. The most prominent of these devices is a heart monitor, emitting a rhythmic beep with each pulse of the stranger's heart. “Oh! New company. Sorry I didn’t clean up. I wasn’t expecting guests.”

The youthful individual articulates his words while sitting upright with evident frailty. He appears to be approximately sixteen or seventeen years of age. Resting in his lap is a laptop, accompanied by a cygnet adorned with sunglasses. This is quite peculiar. You think it’s a good idea to say hi. “Oh no, it's fine. I don’t want to make you overexert yourself.” The sickly boy smiles and fully turns to you. “I’m Uno. Uno Nazo Revekka-” Holy Shit! He's the guy you're supposed to be looking for! He’s the one who left the notes. This is the guy! “And I have been expecting you Y/n (M/n) L/n.”

Masterlist

A/n: Took so long to separate every part since it's all eleven pages. Thanks for reading and I hope to see you all in Chapter one!

[rubythecrimsonwriter]

Flipping Legacies, middle/end part of Chapter 8, yes this is out of order shush

Snacks are churros grabbed from a street vendor, mostly because they smelled divine while passing by. Natasha grabs enough for six, plus a few extra. Between the super soldiers, the immortals, and the growing children, someone will eat them, she’s sure.

Arms full of churros, she lets herself into the apartment and holds the door open for Nightwing. Drakov’s head pops up from the breakfast nook at the second set of footsteps.

“Drakov, Nightwing,” Natasha introduces shortly. “Nightwing, one of my first trainers and the only one left alive, Drakov, also known as the Winter Soldier or Bucky Barnes.”

Nightwing slows for a second and visibly winces. “...how is Captain America taking that?”

“Mm,” Natasha hums with a mouthful of churro, passing a bag to Drakov.

“Badly,” Drakov says dryly.

“He doesn’t know Drakov is here right now,” Natasha says.

Clint exits the bathroom and works his way down the hall. About halfway down the hall, he registers the vigilante that doesn’t live there and starts grinning.

Natasha raises an eyebrow.

Nightwing catches the look and turns around. Natasha edges her way around because she desperately wants to catch this entire interaction.

Sue her. She’s a spy. Nosy is literally her job description.

Nightwing beams. It’s the only proper word for it.

Clint launches himself at the vigilante, and what follows can only be described as a casual roughhouse. It’d be deadly for most anyone else facing either of them. It’s fast, full strength, and utterly silent.

They break apart as fast as they started, grinning, neither out of breath. They’re both grinning like loons.

“Churro?” Nightwing offers.

“Fuck yes,” Clint says.

This is a normal interaction. Alright. Natasha is not asking.

“I gotta know,” Drakov says, amused. “How long have you two known each other?”

Clint smirks, a bit. Oh. Oh no. Bozhe moy.

“Your call, my dude,” Clint says. “I’m not the one with a secret identity.”

Natasha honestly forgot that no one but her and JARVIS had put everything together to then threaten Batman in the daytime.

“I’ve known him,” Nightwing says, with a deliberateness that speaks volumes, “for longer than Batman’s had Robin.”

Natasha very carefully does not choke. Clint does.

She pounds him on the back while watching Drakov, whose eyebrows have nearly hit his hairline.

“You do realize that you can’t be saying that to just anyone, right?” Drakov says.

“He was trained by Batman,” Natasha says dryly. “I’m pretty sure that’s a challenge to say, come discover my secret identity, I dare you.”

Nightwing laughs. “If Clint reported my involvement with his mission, I’ll eat Batman’s cowl after a bad night.”

“Of course I fucking didn’t,” Clint coughed out. “I would have been laughed right back into jail if I reported a fucking nine year old doing anything but flips on a trampoline.”

Natasha exchanges a look of resigned horror with Drakov. Her own words from the previous morning haunt her: Imagine if Clint couldn’t turn off the assassin like us. So lethal, so graceful, so talented, so obvious. So ripe for HYDRA’s picking, way back in 1996. Imagine if Clint didn’t have Coulson as a handler, who was notorious for going back for his agents no matter what and had the Director of SHIELD’s ear.

Coulson would have believed Clint. Which meant Coulson was not his handler.

Oops. Agent Barton had a tragic accident on a mission. We have to bury an empty casket, her own words echo back at her again.

“Where was your handler.” The words basically fall out of her mouth without permission.

Clint does a double take at her. She doesn’t know what she looks like, but based on the fact that she’s swiftly relieved of everything she might drop, she must look like she’s about to pass out.

“I ditched him,” Clint admits, grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her into a chair. “Considering I later wound up killing the guy they sent me to protect, I’m okay with that mark on my record. Unfortunate failure is better than intentional sabotage.”

That old Winter Soldier has had his fun, but he’s a little too feisty.

Nightwing quirks a smile at her. It looks rueful. “However bad you think it is, I can guarantee it was worse.”

“Dick,” Clint hisses. Natasha knows it’s his name. It’s said as an insult.

Natasha buries her head in her arms. “How close did you come to being serumed up and brainwashed into doing some shadowy underground totalitarian government’s bidding?”

Nightwing rocks back on his heels. “Actually, you’re right on the money. How did you do that?”

Natasha pops her head up so fast her eyesight can’t compensate. “You. Don’t talk.”

She grabs Clint. “Where the fuck was Coulson, and why didn’t you refuse a handler that would deliberately fail to catch you?”

Clint looks like he’s doing complicated math in his head and he’s losing track of the numbers. “I’m definitely missing something,” he finally says.

“She’s talking about the fact that if the Black Widow was willing to run with a normal human, and have the normal human not be dead weight, then the normal human would be utterly spectacular as a super soldier,” Drakov says levelly.

He’s just. Like. Us. But he’d be better if he was serumed up and had all five senses fully working.

Clint and Nightwing exchange a glance. She knows that glance. That’s a, wow, shit was even more fucked than I originally thought it was glance.

“Oh my god,” she says faintly.

“It’s a long story,” Clint admits. “And not one we really have time for, or, uh. Patience. On the plus side, we killed them, their undead serumed monsters, their bosses, and like ninety-five percent of the underlings, too, so unless they reinvent the wheel--”

“They did,” Nightwing says.

“—we’ll be—I’m sorry, what was that?”

“They did.”

“What?”

“They revived the Court of Owls,” Nightwing says patiently. “And Batman and I took care of them. Again.”

“Oh, well--”

“And so did Robin, again.”

Natasha looks at Drakov despairingly.

Clint opens his mouth and shuts it. He looks at the ceiling and mutters something Natasha doesn’t quite catch, but makes Drakov snort.

Nightwing has a smile on his face that’s a threat. It lingers in the corners of his mouth, around the edges of his domino. It’s a smile that Coulson would be envious of. “Gotham’s a little...much for the Mainlanders. But Clint’s welcome to run with the Bats anytime. Birds of a feather flock together, right? Especially the ones that get stalked to be brainwashed assassins.”

Natasha puts her head back onto the table and gives quiet thanks that even Hydra wasn’t willing to fuck around with Gotham’s brand of crazy.

She pushes back from the table and stands up. “You crazy kids have fun. Drakov, don’t enable them. I’m going for a run.”

“Bye!” Nightwing calls after her. “Don’t forget a rebreather!”

She shakes one as she escapes out the door in response. Get her out of here. Now.

[prlssprfctn]

I love-love AUs, where Jason adopts a kid and conventionally forgets to mention it to others, but I think it would be funnier, if he adopted an animal, but his family instantly started to think that he hides a child, because, honestly, it is obvious that he will end up with one anytime soon—

Jason, snoozing on his alarm: Hey, sorry, I gotta go. Dick: It is okay. See you around! Jason: *leaves* Tim, whispering: So, I don't want to start a panic, but his alarm name was "feeding time". Bruce, slamming his hands against the table: Finally! This had happened! Jason adopted someone! Dick, no less excited: We won. I am an uncle!

Jason, while scrolling the kangaroo ass carriers on the internet: Hm-m. Alfred, creeping on from behind, very enthusiastic: I would recommend you this one, lad. Jason, shuddering: Jesus— Jason: Uhh. Jason, thinking that Alfred probably knows, so there is no need to over-explain: Hey, thanks, Alfie. Alfred: Anytime.

Bruce, feigning nonchalance: So, how is the baby? Jason, thinking that Alfred just told Bruce about the whole thing: Well, better than ever. Bruce: Good. Where had you found him, by the way? Jason: Her. It is a baby girl, Matilda... And, well, in Crime Alley. Bruce, sniffling, because a) Jason is so him; b) he is such a girl dad himself by the nature: That's beautiful, lad. Jason: Uh, yeah?

Tim: Come on, when are you going to bring Matilda to introduce us? Dick is not getting younger. Dick: Hey— Dick: But also, yeah! I am not getting any younger. Jason, confused: You all are kinda obsessed. Jason: Like, there is literally nothing special. If you want to pat a dog, go and pat Titus. Don't bother my girl. Everyone, dropping whatever they were doing: A DOG?!

[d-1hater]

honestly one of the main reasons I like dc is that they can’t keep a storyline straight for shit. anything I don’t like is just *not real*. that’s different storyline babes what are you talking about???

like at this point I can consider shit like wfa and hell even well written fanfics as canon bc who knows what’s going on with those funky little people?? certainly not the dc writers

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason keeps accidentally drawing parallels between his running away to Ethiopia and getting killed.

He leaves a note saying he‘ll be back soon? Three terrified bats AND a supe crashing through the roof of a 7/11.

Casually mentioning he‘ll be going overseas to check up on a lead? Surprise! Nightwing‘s going the same way! What a coincidence!

Jason pushes someone off the roof? “Don’t worry Jaylad, I know it was an accident!!!!”

The next gig takes place at an abandoned warehouse? “Explosives whomst?? No, Jason, of course I didn’t scout the area beforehand. Don’t be absurd. Your bombs?? Oh, those were yours?”

Look, it’s not that Jason doesn’t appreciate a demonstration of how much they care. But he’s getting seriously fed up with the level of overprotectiveness everyone’s displaying.

Although, in retrospect, he could have handled this whole thing better than having an open spat with Bruce and then disappearing on them for two months straight. Oops.

(In his defense, Kori got them cards for a once-in-life-time-space-opera.)

[batsandbirdbrains]

ok but give me bruce holding all of the kids to dick’s standard but not as robin, just as a normal kid. like bruce has always been a weird guy even as a kid and while he has a public persona he’s incredibly awkward underneath and does not interact with many people. alfred ‘let me help train my little orphan friend in martial arts and let him loose’ pennyworth is not much better. then they get dick who, by most means, did not have a normal childhood either. his new caretakers do not have any idea what normal children are like. so when dick gets excited and does 10 back flips in a row, they think “ahhh children must do that to show their happiness”. when dick is angry and throws massive hysterical fits where he bites people, destroys shit, and climbs onto chandeliers to sulk, not once do they consider that his reaction may be a bit disproportionate. when dick has depressive episodes where he can’t get out of bed, they think that this must be what other people mean when they talk about teenage hormones. when dick makes friends with almost everyone in the entire universe and then some, they think “well who doesn’t like children?”

but then comes along jason, and jason also did not have the most normal childhood, but it was closer to normal than what dick and bruce had. bruce starts worry that he’s completely fucking up while trying to parent jason, because jason isn’t reacting like dick does. to bruce, jason hardly ever emotes around him. bruce buys him ice cream and the kid doesn’t do a single flip. bruce upsets jason and doesn’t even know it until jason starts ranting about how he’s tired of giving bruce the silent treatment. bruce starts to worry because jason doesn’t have many friends but jason yells at him that he doesn’t need to socialize all the time (bruce considers looking into therapy - surely such little socialization isn’t healthy?) at least jason does flips sometimes as robin, which must mean that it makes him happy, right?

then jason dies and bruce is alone for a long time. tim comes along and bruce is still so stuck in his grief that he’s not really paying attention to tim’s behavior. when he finally manages to get better he realizes that tim doesn’t do ‘normal’ kid things either, but bruce just settles on tim having a weird childhood and being a weirdo in the same way bruce is.

over time his family grows more and more, and yet none of them act like normal kids. bruce starts to get a little concerned - the only besides dick that emoted was damian, when he was angry, and even that went away over time. he tries to nudge them in the right direction time and time again with little anecdotes about dick but it doesn’t seem to work. he’s met with eye rolls and scowls when he talks about how dick used to do flips all the time, when he talks about dick swinging from the chandeliers, when talks about all of dick’s friends, when talks about dick diving off a roof to knee a goon in the face. bruce is just trying to give his children suggestions on how to be normal, dammit!

eventually he brings up his concerns to clark, who makes a considering noise and says “i had that same issue at first. i was waiting for jon to do flips when he got older but he never did. then i realized nobody taught him. now he does them all the time.” because while clark did have a normal childhood, he’s also an alien and did not spend much time with children as an adult (beyond saving them) until dick came along as robin. lois sighs exasperatedly from the background. bruce is incredibly horrified and sad at the thought that he had been waiting forever for children to flip for him and they didn’t know how (mind you, they all definitely know how to flip, he’s seen them all do it at least once). bruce wonders how he can broach the topic without messing up the conversation and decides to enlist the other JL founders for help. diana wants her nephews to be happy, clark was always on board, barry remembers all the weird shit wally did as a kid and doesn’t question it, oliver doesn’t really care, and hal is too scared of everyone’s wrath to tell them all that dick is just a weirdo.

Dude the last line fucking killed me “and Hal is too scared of everyone’s wrath to tell them that Dick is just a weirdo” beautiful, wonderful, excellent. Hal always thought Robin/Dick was a fucking weirdo little kid/teenager/adult but could never say it bc somehow everyone loves the kid.

And all the other Batkids feeling like Dick is just an impossible standard to live up to is so accurate. But would Dick even know about it? I feel like they wouldn’t blame Dick necessarily, but he absolutely grates on their nerves after a long lecture from Bruce about how they need to be more like Dick and now Dick is at the manor hanging out acting like nothing is out of the ordinary

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

It's insane how Batstans can be told point blank that no, we don't like their shit, and they still don't get it

Truly.

Their entitlement is exhausting.

It's one thing to make a post that disrespects the lore and characters of a fandom not your own (because I firmly believe there is no such thing as a unified DC fandom, just a bunch of smaller interconnected fandoms that unfortunately get dominated by the largest one).

And for what? So that you can make a post about how perfect and amazing Batman and his family are?

You can do that without tagging characters you only care about when they're being used to glorify the Batfamily. You can do that without forcing fans of Green Lantern/Flash/Superman/etc. to look at posts about how their favorite heroes are hopelessly pathetic because Bruce Wayne and his kids are so much better.

And yet when we so much as dare to speak up, the response is always and overwhelmingly the same.

"So what? If you don't like it, you can move onto the next post."

"how dare you try to police us. you don't see us complaining when there are posts disrespecting the Bats."

"pee pee poo poo we don't care."

"we know your lore too therefore we are also fans of your characters and thus have every right to treat them like shit."

"ugh fine we'll get rid of the tag but you guys are such fucking babies can't you take a joke?"

Why?

Why is it on us to ignore or block their blatant insulting of our favorites? Why should we be silent when you flaunt your disrespect of those characters in our faces? Why should we not complain when you trample over spaces that you don't care about and mock us for getting angry?

Is it because you're the biggest fandom in DC? Does that give you the right to tell every other superhero's fans to shut up and accept your abuse of our characters?? Are we supposed to be fucking grateful that you have deigned to grace us with crumbs of your attention???

I've tried taking the high road. I've tried explaining calmly in reblogs and replies why your actions are so offensive, and have received DMs and asks repeatedly cussing me out and calling me a gross bully. I've tried giving up on "policing" the tags to focus on creating GL-centric posts and ignore the Batspam. The lack of pushback only seems to encourage you to intrude into our spaces more. No matter what I do, the only thing you seem willing to accept is everyone else laying down so you can walk all over us.

I know what you will say, because I've heard it before. Some of you will insist that you aren't like that, that you do respect the other corners of DC. And yet, you never speak up against your fellows when they shout us down. You're perfectly content to laugh along with them.

Some of you will say that the Bats gets plenty of disrespect in return and that the Batfandom doesn't get pissy about it like we do. But I remember how you were raging over your ships losing the yaoi polls and blaming it on "a wave of anti-Bat sentiment." A sentiment that is entirely the consequences of how you've treated the rest of DC as toys that only exist to uplift the Batfamily.

Some of you will even point out that I have just today posted the very same kind of mockery but aimed at Batman and thus have no right to complain. Yet if you care to look at your own tag, you'll see that my posts have already been buried far down.

You have the luxury of being able to ignore the posts you don't like to see. We do not. This is why we ask you, beg you, nag you, scream at you to respect our tags.

[catgrandpa]

I started this post with the intention of asking for fic recs where Bruce gets his kids early, but then I ended up just writing some ficlets

_(:3 」∠)_

I still really just want recs I swear but I wrote these anyway and am incapable of doing more with them so here

☆彡

Dick Grayson is 8 years old when he watches his parents die. Bruce is 24 years old when he sees a young boy’s life fall to pieces. He’s far too young to be a single father. But he sees too much of himself in the child, and he knows in his heart that he won’t be able to walk away from him.

He talks to Alfred about his fears of only furthering Dick’s trauma by failing him as a guardian. It takes some time, but Alfred is able to convince Bruce to find a therapist and take some discreet parenting classes. He’s still Batman, and I don’t think he’s capable of Gentle Parenting™ but he does do better. Plus, Dick is young enough to learn to read Bruce before the teenage hormones kick in so they manage to communicate much more effectively with each other.

☆彡

Bruce meets Catherine Todd by chance because there was a cool park Dick wanted to stop at. She’s trying to deal with her hungry and fussy 3 year old step son, but she’s young and stressed out and hungry herself and she just doesn’t know what to do. Bruce offers to take them out for lunch. He asks Dick to take Jason to the play area in the corner while they talk.

She breaks down and tells him of her struggles with addiction. She does her best to keep Jason fed, but it’s so hard. Feeding him means she goes hungry most of the time because she can’t quit using. Jason wouldn’t survive if she had to go through withdrawals with him.

He’s not even her kid! Not really. Her husband is just an abusive deadbeat so she doesn’t have a choice. She does love him, but she never wanted kids, and she can’t just let a child die when she can do something.

Bruce fills their fridge and cabinets to the brim (he offers to do much more for them but that’s all she will budge on. She has too much pride to accept outright charity, but she will do what she can to keep her kid safe) and he makes it clear to her that he is willing to take care of Jason for however long is necessary when she decides to take the first step to get clean.

Two months later, Willis gets arrested and Catherine shows up at Wayne Manor and tells Bruce she signed up for inpatient, but she thinks it would be best for Jason and for herself if Bruce would be willing to take permanent custody. She stays in Jason’s life, just not as a mother figure.

☆彡

A year or so later, Bruce gifts Alfred with a vacation as an early birthday present. Things have been hectic with the sudden acquisition of two sons, and Alfred has done so much, he deserves a break. Bruce promises he’ll be able to handle two kids on his own.

Turns out, he was mostly right, but only just barely. The kids are fine, the manor not so much. He ends up hiring a few services to help out with general housekeeping. A couple of those workers also happen to be regular hires for the Drakes.

Bruce overhears them talking about how sad it is that those awful people treat their toddler more like a doll than a child. He learns that not only do they leave for long periods at a time while not hiring a proper nanny to watch over their son, just expecting the help to take care of him, but they also lock him away on his own whenever it’s ’not fashionable’ to have a 2 year old around.

Alfred comes back to the manor on August 15th, just in time to celebrate his and Master Jason’s birthdays together. He opens the door and dodged around a very excited 4 year old jumping up and down in the entry hall.

“ALFIE! ALFIE! BOOSE GOT ME A BABY BWOTHER FOR MY BIRFDAY! LOOK! LOOK! HIMS NAME IS TIMMY AND HE’S THE BESTEST!”

Alfred leans over to peak behind the boy, and sees a very quiet, very small child standing behind him.

“Oh, dear.”

☆彡

The day Bruce got the call from Talia telling him she was pregnant with his child was one of the best days of Bruce’s life. The day she called to tell him she miscarried was one of the worst.

The only blessing was that he didn’t need to explain it to his kids. Talia was going to move in once she was in her second trimester, and they planned to reveal her pregnancy together.

He got the call two weeks before her flight out. He begged her to come anyway, he loved her, they could still be a family. She refused.

Six and a half months later, he walks into his bedroom to find Talia standing by the window with a squirming bundle in her arms. With equal measures steel and sorrow in her eyes she tells Bruce she is sorry for what she put him through, but it was the only way to keep their son safe. He gathers them both in his arms and holds them tight as she explains.

Her father had planned to raise an heir to be the Demon Head. He would be kept a secret from Batman until the very end. But when Talia gave the final push to birth their son, he came out quiet. She panicked for a moment until her midwife quietly leaned down to listen to the baby’s breathing and then looked up with a soft smile, she bundled up the small thing and handed Talia her baby. Big beautiful green eyes blinked up at her. The midwife leaned closer to Talia and whispered, “Sadly, your son was stillborn. I’m deeply sorry for your loss, but surely The Great Head of the Demon would be willing to allow you some time away from your duties while you recover.” Talia allowed the woman to cover her beautiful cooing baby gently with soft linen and silk and carry him from the room. Later that night she left her home with her son and boarded the first flight to Gotham.

Tears gather on Bruce’s lashes and he tells her everything will be alright because now they can finally be together as a family. Once more, she refuses. She tells him Damian and his boys are far too precious for her to bring the danger of the league of assassins to their door. Bruce closes his eyes in sorrow, but nods his acceptance. He asks her to at least stay the night together. They fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms with their baby boy safely bundled between them. Talia is gone when he wakes.

☆彡

It’s been one week since Talia left and, while still beyond upset, Bruce feels like he’s starting to have a decent handle on things. He is sitting with his boys at the breakfast table, Dick and Jason to his left, Tim to his right, Damian in his arms, and Alfred across from him. They’re finally able to have a relaxing breakfast. No babies crying, no food fights, no arguing, just the sounds of eating and gentle chatter.

He feels a small hand grab his right sleeve and give a gentle tug.

“Boo?” Tim asks, quietly. Bruce feels his heart warm at his son finally feeling like he can speak up without permission.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Why isn’t Big Sister sitting with us?”

Alfred is the only person in the room other than Tim to not startle at the sudden appearance of a 5 year old girl standing next to Bruce at the dining table. He simply sighs, stands up, and grabs another place setting for her at the table.

[mary-james-world-of-shames]

So... The Bat Family as Lilo and Stitch

Hi, yes, i'm not dead. it happens, moving on,

Since the release of the new lilo and stitch movie, I keep thinking about the old one and also I'm so so obsessed with bat family, but like more specifically Tim, more then that Tiny Tim. Especially Tiny Tim where he is not supposed to be(Someone shrunk Tim and he'd kid again, obsessed I tell you)

But I was like, haha. Bat family in the lense of lilo and stitch. Well, first I was like, okay, wht if it's Timbin, Nightiwng, and Red Hood fresh from the pit. But I circled back and thought wait. Damian would be more fitting. Jason can be Jumba, looking for the twerp. I don't know who Pleakley would be don't ask, this is word vomit for a thought I'm thinking through actively in this message. Maybe it's Cass, I don't know. I would say maybe Steph but I think that makes less since then Cass for dynamic reasons, and Steph isn't adopted... Right? Wait, is Cass adopted? I don't actually know, I'm new to all of this. My understanding is Dick, Cass, Jason, Tim, and Damian are all Bruce's kids, then Steph and Duke are more like foster kids or bff side character that's always at the main character's house. I... I have heard there is another with blue hair?? Listen, I ain't know jack shit, I haven't read anything but fanfiction and tumblr posts and some pinterest shit, 'ight? Kay, be fucking nice to me. thanks, moving on,

Thinking about okay, de-aged Tim having to be taken care of by Dick for a while, let's say this is when Bruce is "dead" or he's off planet or something. Maybe Dick and Tim haven't really spoken or made up, haven't really been around one another as a family for so long. (I don't know if they ever talked, like I said, I've read jackshit, i assume they haven't, I think DC is focused on other things, Yeah? yeah.)

But this is Tiny Tim, maybe it's Tim That's fresh to Robin and remembers oh yeah, I work with Dick and we're kinda family, yeah? Maybe it's more fitting for Bruce to still be assumed dead for the time being so Damian's still kinda insecure about his place as Robin and, well, elimination. So Damian as Stitch is like, well I know one thing, fight, fight, fight, and little Tim is like, "Wow! This kid is my age and we're both sort of Robin! A robin team! Friends!!" But you know, loner Tiny Tim has basically as much knowlege of friendship as Damian.

Dick is going through a lot having to balance Batman, two Robins, trying to figure out the cure for Tim(If there is one)

Wait wait, okay, here me out. Damian escapes instead of being taken to Bruce, Jason is still with the league(I know he's will them but I don't know how long or how they overlapped with Damian if it did at all, but for the sake of this, I will bend a few things, I can fuckin do that. I'm a fanfic writer. hell yeah.) So they're like, ah. Jason, get the blood son back please?

Okay, also here me out. Dick and Tim kinda having the falling out first, before Damian gets their, giving each other the silent treatment, going on their own routes, budding heads(Um... Oracle is... Oracle right now, right? We'll say yes. She's Also here. I guess she can maybe take the role of the love interest guy Nani has. I haven't actually watched the movie recently, this is all from memory, I'd watch it again before I fleshed this out)

Also if this all sound funky or shit, blame it on the hour of sleep, I am in a state at the moment, anyways, Dick and Tim have the sort of falling out and aren't talking well or working together like they normally do, Tim isn't respecting his as Batman right now, and Dick is so stressed he can't take on Tim's insistence that a deadman is alive, that dead man being his father who he is still fucking mourning. Furthermore, let's say Jason hasn't reappeared yet, so Jaybin is also still dead. So Dick has lost his brother who will forever haunt the narrative, and now his mentor and strange father/caretaker who he had a brotherly/fatherly/best friend bond with because Bruce is a teen dad to him, yes I said it, I think that Headcannon is so fucking funny it's cannon to me, anyways.

Dick is mourning, and Tim is not helping with his stress levels, man might drop dead from a heartattack at any second, their budding heads causes Tim to get hit but magically stuff and boom. Tiny Tim, who is still pretty freshly mourning Jaybin(I know there's a large gag between his training and him actually becoming Robin, mourning can take however long I says it does), and he's like, Hey, Nightwing, the fuck are you doing in Batman's suit? Where's Bruce?

Yeah, that does not bode well. Tiny Tim is now so confused and so sad and lost and while Dick wasn't really close to him at the start of him being Robin, he's even more distant now and Tiny Tim doesn't understand Why. Tiny Tim just wishes Bruce were back, hell, Tiny Tim wishes Robin were back. He didn't want to be Robin, he needed to be.

Well, let's say Damian's just being a little shit and is like, hm, actually I heard about my father, fuck y'all, I'm out. Yes, I know Stitch was going to be killed, but I can't think of any reason for them to do that, maybe it'll just be more fun that he's being a little shit, I don't know. And yes, do realize Talia and Jason could be the duo trying to get him back, but I know way less about Talia then I do anyone else, and I'll admit I don't know a lot about Cass. I get she learns have to talk because she was never taught and is super good at reading people, I think people make her use sign sometimes because?? I don't know having a mute character is fun? Representation maybe, It's a nice headcannon, even if I understand that's probably not right, she'll likely make a hell of a lot of silent ques with her body language, I'll probably not make her sign to at least make it closer to her character since I feel like I maybe don't know enough about her.

Anyways, Jason and Cass are sent off to return Damian. Jason, of course, hates Tim still, however being forced to observe and not interevent like he would have been allowed to if Damian wasn't such a little shit, Jason is kinda like, "Damn, why did no one tell me he was fucking tiny? Hasn't he been Robin for a few years now? What did Bruce just pluck the first kid he saw with black hair and blue eyes and it just happened to be from a fucking pre-school? What is happening??"

Dick ha very, very sad arguments and bonding with Tiny Tim that Damian just can. not. understand. He's never had this, he's never seen this, this is new and strange and he just can't get a grasp on it. Tiny Tim tries, like Lilo tries. and Damian gets it sometimes. Tiny Tim is teaching Damian about Robin, the non-fighting parts, the parts that are kind, compassionate, caring. Tiny Tim and Damian sort of balance one anyone out in the field, like two halves of one robin. Two wings that need to work together to fly. There are ups and downs with Tiny Tim and Damian, there are ups and downs with Tiny Tim and Dick, and more with Damian and Dick. Unlike Nani, of course Dick is more inclined to care for Bruce's fucking son.(Since unlike Stitch, he isn't at first believed to be a weird fucking dog).

Jason reeks fuckin havoc on the batcave, mostly because he knows Damian can handle it. He doesn't do much more then push Tiny Tim around because wow, this kid nearly broke his wrist trying to land a good punch and it might bruise because his little bony hand jamming into him but how the hell did Bruce, or Dick, decide this kid was okay to be doing field work.

Tiny Tim calls Oracle, of course, because?? There are strangers attacking his house and uh... Dick isn't home so... Tim contacts a trusted adult and suddenly Babs realizes why Dick always seems to be a second from cardiac arrest because what the fuck do you mean the robins are fight?? Tiny Tim, you're Robin. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE DEAD ROBIN???

Anyways it'll either end on a sweet family note or a bittersweet one were Tim runs off with Ra, Jason can't do this so he does Red hood and self reflecting stuff because he can't be apart of a family again. I donno, I like fix it fics bc damn everything is so sad, but I feel like this family is simply doomed by the narrative for the time being.

[lunewolf13]

HC: Before he had kids, Bruce Wayne was brought as a guest for The Real Housewives of New Jersey. And he has done everything in his power to keep his kids from finding out.

It all started when Teen Dick for some reason or another became obsessed with Real Housewives.

So, like any normal parent who wants to hide their shameful past, to which has been dubbed "the salon incident," from his kids, Bruce goes to extremes to get the episode he featured in removed. By any means necessary.

Dick, when he unknowingly gets to the season that Bruce was featured: Aw, I can't find episode 10 anywhere!! What happened??

Bruce, feigning complete ignorance: Who knows. Maybe you should stop watching that show. There are better ways to spend your free time.