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There is no fucking way

Robins #2

Jason looks like he's on a boyband cover, with that over the shoulder look

Tim's evil grin, ready to fuck some shit up

Dick's long hair

Steph's eyes being 40% of her mask

Damian's pineapple spiky hair.

What is not to love about this cover OMG

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Jason: “Stay strapped or get Clapped”

Jason: *slams a chair into a rogue’s head*

Skibidi die.

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Dan Mora, making Batman have fucking double D's, is making my life that much better.

What does the man need that much plush for, except optimal squish

Batman & Robin: Year One (2024) #10 variant cover by Dan Mora

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Superman says fuck ICE. Be like Superman

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Jason: *walking into the cave with slightly burnt hair on one side* Jason: Don't fucking say anything Twerp

Tim: I didn't say anything

Jason: But you were thinking about it

Tim: ... I mean, you did break the batmobile, and I have a reallyyy boring stake-out coming up

Jason: Say one word to B, and I'm snitching about the weird photos under your pillow of him sleeping

Tim:

Tim: you wouldn't

Jason: You wanna test that, ya little freak

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Jason: I'm so dominant Jason: I don't even submit to stop signs

Dick: you really should-

Jason: Never! Roy: can I say something then *wiggles eyebrows* Jason: Roy I'll take out your kneecaps and make them into bowls, shut the fuck up.

Dick:...

Dick: Roy what the fuck does that mean, come back here right now, Dick: Roy what the fuck did you just mean with that???

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Happy BatFam, being protective of their father:

<emperor penguin defence mechanisms> by Erisette https://archiveofourown.org/works/52242082

Bruce doesn’t mean to fall asleep on the couch.

He’s just resting his eyes. That’s all. The living room is warm and quiet, the fireplace humming softly. His book is still open on his chest, and the throw blanket Alfred left on the armrest somehow ended up over his legs.

He wakes up to weight. Small, shifting, warm weight.

Cass is curled up on one side of him, knees tucked into his hip like a cat. Tim has claimed the other end of the couch, feet in Bruce’s lap, earbuds in, head tipped back and mouth slightly open in the kind of deep sleep only caffeine withdrawal can produce.

Jason’s on the floor, back against the couch, sharing popcorn with Duke as they watch some loud, low-quality horror movie. Stephanie is lying facedown on the rug with a bowl of grapes beside her. She’s not eating them, just throwing them at Damian every few minutes. He catches each one without looking up from his book.

Dick walks in with bags from that bakery Bruce likes but never goes to himself, and says, “Hey, Dad.”

Bruce should say something. Tell them to go home. Or at least use coasters.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he shifts slightly, careful not to wake Cass or dislodge Tim’s legs, and lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

This isn’t what he thought family would look like.

It’s louder. Messier. Theres's music playing from three different speakers. Someone else smells like gun powder and cinnamon. There’s glitter on the coffee table. There’s a dent in the ceiling no one will admit to causing.

But no one’s yelling. No one’s walking away.

They’re here.

They’re staying.

And Bruce… he’s starting to believe that maybe he doesn’t have to earn this over and over again. Maybe they love him just as he is, not as he was trying to be. Maybe he doesn’t need to be perfect for them to choose him.

There’s a pause in the movie. Jason asks, "You good?”

Bruce looks around at them—all of them, here, safe, alive—and nods.

“Yeah,” he says. “I’m good.”

Jason throws popcorn at him anyway.

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absolute superbat

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Okay but what about a scenario with the season one yj team, and maybe no one on the team knows who Batman and Robin are behind the mask, not even Wally.

And perhaps the team is getting annoyed that Robin knows all of their identities, but he won’t share his. They don’t care that he tries to explain that it’s not just his identity, it’s Batman’s, so it’s not just him who has to be comfortable with sharing it with them. It doesn’t matter if he explains how paranoid Batman is, how it’s Batman who makes the final call on if Robin can or cannot share his identity. They just blame Robin, calling him a bad teammate, a bad friend.

Kaldur is the only one who doesn’t press him, who assures him that he has no obligation to share his identity with them.

Too bad the rest of the team doesn’t seem to get the memo.

And maybe one weekend, Black Canary has insisted that the team spends the weekend together. It’s a long sleepover, it’s team bonding. It’s so they can actually have a chance to act like kids.

And Robin had been excited. He’d been really looking forward to it, even if Batman did insist that he wear a mask the entire time. It’s more reliable than sunglasses, Batman said. More likely to stay in place. Not easy to remove like the sunglasses are.

Dick had laughed and said that it’s not like anyone would try to take his glasses off, but he complied with Bruce anyway. It did make him feel a little better, knowing the mask would be in place all weekend and he wouldn’t have to worry about slipping up.

But then he fell asleep during a movie. It had been a very long week, what with school and patrol and training leading to some very late nights. He was exhausted, and it was getting late into the night, and the movie was so boring. He fell asleep curled up on the floor between the coffee table and the couch, cocooned in a layer of blankets.

And he woke up to fingers trying to pry his mask off. Training took over, it was pure instinct, because Bruce has drilled into him how important it is to keep his mask on, to not let anyone remove it, even if he’d been kidnapped by a rogue and incapacitated. Anyone touching near his face makes him wake up instantly, and he grabs the hand that was near him and snaps it before backing away.

A pained yelp wakes him up more, reminds him where he is, because it was Wally whose wrist he just broke. It was Wally who was trying to remove his mask.

Dick is breathing heavily and looking around the room, trying to figure out what’s going on. But now he has the others yelling at him, asking him what’s wrong with him, why would he hurt Wally like that, it was just a joke.

“It’s not a joke!” he shouts at them, his voice cracking. “You were gonna take off my mask!”

“Oh come on, boy blunder, it’s not that serious!” Artemis argues.

“Yes, it is!” he gasps. “You can’t just take off my mask! I’ve told you all a million times that I’m not allowed to let you know who I am!”

“It’s not like we’d even recognize you just because we took it off!” M’gann argues.

That’s arguably false, considering Dick Grayson’s face is on the cover of one of the magazines M’gann currently has on the coffee table right that instant.

“That’s not the point!” Dick shouts, but he’s already grabbing his stuff and throwing it all into his bag before he darts to the zeta tubes. He’s hyperventilating and trying very hard not to outright panic when he runs into Kaldur, who looks concerned and confused. He was coming from the direction of the bathrooms, he must not have been in the room when they decided to try and take a peek.

“What’s going on?” Kaldur asks, moving to place a hand on Dick’s shoulder.

Dick flinches away, feeling bad when Kaldur looks sad.

“I’m going home,” Dick tells him, his voice cracking again. “Wally’s wrist is broken.”

“Robin? What happened? Are you alright?” Kaldur tries to ask, but Dick is shaking his head.

“They tried to take off my mask,” Dick whispers, but he’s putting in the code for the Batcave and leaving before Kaldur can say anything else.

Bruce is still hunched in front of the Batcomputer when Dick gets back, and he’s surprised to see him so soon. But he opens his arms when Dick rushes towards him, and he holds him tight and calms him down when he realizes how upset Dick is.

When he finds out that they tried to take off Dick’s mask while he was asleep? He’s livid.

He doesn’t let Robin join the team again for months. Which is fine by Dick, because he doesn’t want to work with them anyway. He misses Kaldur, but Robin and Aqualad find ways to hang out away from Mount Justice, away from the others. Aqualad relays to Robin how poorly the team performs when Robin isn’t there to pick up the slack, how their lack of experience is becoming quite evident when their mission success rate plummets without Robin.

What happens next? Idk. Maybe Dick starts his own team with Donna, Garth, and Roy. Idk.

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On a random Saturday in Blüdhaven

Dick: heyyyyy Garyyyyy

Gary:

Dick: ol’ buddy ol’ pal

Gary:

Dick: please?

Gary: yes I’ll go walk your fucking dog

Dick: I love you!!!

*faint gunfire*

Gary: I thought you weren’t on duty today.

Dick: I love you, you know that~

*hangs up*

Gary:

Gary: why the fuck do I say yes to this, he only gets me pizza.

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Dick canonically has a dog, and I feel like he also has that one coworker he always calls that lives near his apartment to get him to walk his dog when he gets in sudden long term missions.

And bribes him with pizza.

Gary is my imaginary coworker in Blüdhaven

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Now! I don’t know if anyone has commented on this before. (Or if anything in cannon mentions it)

But there is no fucking way Cass has had a period in her fucking life.

If someone is in a constant fight or flight mode, their body will be too stressed and by default stop the period. And does anything in Cass’ life scream “yea she deff had enough downtime to let her body rest and return to normal functions”

And I really want to see a scene where she’s finally comfortable enough in Wayne manor, and after careful observation from Leslie, her body returns to all its normal functions.

But the pain is freaky if you’re not used to it. (even month to month I’m surprised, cause how the fuck does it hurt so much)

And I want a scene where Bruce and Alfred are maybe away for a meeting and Cass woke up with period pain and is just #Dying in bed.

The others have a schedule of when to wake up and eat, making a somewhat effort to all eat together on good days.

So when Damian comes into Cass’ room to remind her of breakfast and she’s just pale, heaving and clutching her stomach on the bed. He’s freaking out, Cass normally never shows pain, and he wasn’t aware of an incident that could cause an injury like this recently.

What is happening????

Damian calls on the rest of the people, even when Cass signs that it’s fine she just needs rest and some water. (But we also know that that’s how they react to life threatening injuries too, so this does not calm him down).

Damian rushes out and calls on all of the rest of the family, cause Cass might really be dying currently. And since Steph doesn’t live with them, it’s only the guys who are there. And Dick who is the only one with a girlfriend who’s also an extrovert that talks to Dick about it and how to help, is in Blüdhaven. When Tim was dating a woman last, it wasn’t exactly anything that came up on the casual.

So it’s Jason, Tim, Duke and Damian all freaking out cause Cass is in pain, and when Cass is this obviously in pain she might be fucking dying.

They’re calling Alfred saying Cass is dying, Tim thinks her appendix burst because she’s clutching her stomach.

Jason is trying to calmly coax her into explaining what is wrong, and there’s nothing weak about needing help with an injury, but she’s just laying there freaking out now because they’re freaking out, and the stomach pain is causing everything else to ache and be in pain. But she can’t get across that Leslie already explained that this is fine.

Damian is running for his medical books to see if he can find anything on how to operate an appendix if they don’t have time to call an emergency ambulance.

Duke is running for water and blankets cause Jason read her signs that she wanted water and the blankets are for comfort.

When the misunderstanding is cleared up, but it’s still too early for Bruce and Alfred to return, maybe they’re in another country or smth. So it’s just a week of the guys trying to help Cass and make her comfortable. Cooking food, out buying essentials.

“What flavor is the most comfortable to have pads in??”

“Wings or no wings? What the fuck does that mean???”

“There is no way putting a wad of cotton anywhere in a wound can be comfortable”

And Dick finds this entire fucking situation hilarious, they’re treating it like a life or death situation. But it’s also really fun to see them bonding over wanting to protect and help their sibling.

And Cass is just feeling even more loved in her new family, since they’re all trying to keep and eye on her, making sure she doesn’t strain herself and is comfortable.

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I haven’t really thought this through, but I just know this kind of thing wouldn’t be anything less than chaotic. Period pain can be at the level that some even throw up out of pain #MeAtWorkYesterday. And others have even said their appendicitis was less painful than their period cramps.

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Yesssss, I feel like he would guilt himself immensely about the fact that the only reason he didn’t find Danny earlier was simply because he neglected to check in the recent years.

Leaving him to parents who would later neglect him on the same level as Tim.

But even on to that, if he learns that his parents have helped the GiW try to hunt Phantom down, and Danny knew that and couldn’t even talk to his parents about his fears, having to rely on his friends and sister.

Dc x Dp story prompt pt. 2

The same vein as my other post here

But what if Damian and Danny was the same age, I really love that trope too, that they’re basically twins how close in age they are, maybe just a few days, MAX a week or so.

When Damian comes back to the family, Bruce gets a whole new kind of paranoid again. He kinda stopped the whole sleeping around phase when he got the kids, since Dick (wanting to kill people) kinda took up a lot of his free time. And after that the kids just kept coming so he didn’t really get into it again.

But then Damian came into it, and he was like “wait, have I checked the DNA database the last few years??” And goes down into the cave to do a country wide DNA analysis on DNA on file, both in police/hospitals and the whole nine yards. (Cause he’s extra like that)

And then he find that in just about the same time he was SA’ed by Talia, he got really drunk at a science charity event in Amity Park, maybe to get rid of his stress of it all, and because Bruce would rather die than cope with his problems in a healthy way, and released some energy by being with the Fenton couple, who seemed sane enough (at the time).

The Fenton’s knew that Danny was Wayne’s but then decided that they kinda just wanted him themselves, and then got really into GiW and ghost hunting, and then kinda forgot to tell Wayne.

So now Bruce has to juggle with the fact that Talia hid away Damian, and the Fentons fucking forgot to tell him that they have his son.

He goes to Amity Park to find his son, who’s basically in the same situation as Tim, barely acknowledged by his parents and left to his own devices with his sister.

Bruce being Bruce goes, welp, might as well get custody of them both. Legally he should be able to when Danny confesses to the illegal machines in the basement that killed him. So the couple is deemed unfit to care for the two, then minors.

Problem is:

Danny and Jazz doesn’t really want to leave Amity Park.

Solution:

Buy a second mansion in Amity Park and make that the home they move into, with servants vetted by the Waynes, and security on par with the White House.

They can live there until they finish school, and they’re free to choose what happens after that, go to Gotham and be with the family, maybe Gotham university, or anything else.

Bruce is just happy that they’re not in the cape business like the rest of his kids…

Danny doesn’t know Bruce is Batman, so he has to be extra careful to not expose himself as a hero to them, and also not drag them into the ghost realm and ghost fighting. And also, wtf is wrong with the ectoplasm in the Jason kid?? (He a ghost too??)

But he also really likes the idea of an actually caring family, I mean, Bruce went out of his way to not uproot his life and makes sure they can choose whatever future they want, even if that doesn’t include him. Hell he even took Jazz in, who isn’t even his kid.

His new siblings seem fun, caring and like they actually care, making an effort to help him understand that being neglected by his parents isn’t his fault. Tim and him finding comradeship in both of their experiences with it. Dick is just overly protective and seems like he’s trying to genuinely get to know him. Making sure not to pressure the two new siblings too much, but also organizing siblings bonding time.

Bruce of course doesn’t know yet that Danny is a vigilante, so he has to juggle wanting to learn about these new kids, as well as hide them away from his Brucie persona, so they can live normal lives.

He’ll just ignore the way Constantine is brushing things off his shoulders every time they’re in the watchtower together, mumbling something about a ‘dark energy’ clinging to him. But he always says weird shit.

So what happens when a giant ghost fight occurs in Amity, Bruce is notified and comes to rescue his kid in full Batman gear, Danny is gone and Jazz won’t tell him where he is, cause why the fuck does Batman care.

Danny is just confused why the entire Justice league is suddenly in Amity, and why the fuck The Batman™️ is running around looking for his human form.

Identity crisis at its finest.

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I like how 95% of the Bruce Wayne iterations:

- Banter with the kids back and forth

- Will throw some shade of his own if he thinks they deserve it

- BAMF Bruce Wayne

-Completely capable of being intimidating as fuck even in Brucie Form

- Will absolutely throw hands with his own kids

And then there’s Battinson:

- Sopping Wet Cat ™️

- adorably pathetic

- Will cry in a corner if you’re mean to him

- Who thinks the Bruce Wayne public identity can die for all he cares. (If it didn’t directly make him able to donate and hold charity parties in the Wayne name)

- Ruthlessly bullied by his own hoard of kids

and I think that’s beautiful.

But it’s also fun to see someone try to combine the trauma Bruce gives the kids and then combined with Battinson who will dig his own grave if he stumbles in public and it’s in view of anyone. Like there is no way that fucking guy wouldn’t try his best for his kids at all times.

He’ll cry if they raise their voices let’s be so fucking fr

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Imagine being some random rich person at a Gala and seeing Bruce Wayne in a suit with his shirt probably unbuttoned to his naval

And Bruce is a chill guy so what’s the harm in looking down right

Free titties

And omg the titties

So you stare

And your staring

But you feel a weird chill

You look over Wayne’s shoulder and….

Oh.

My

God

All of Wayne’s freakazoid weirdo ass kids are staring into your soul

And omg why does the little one have a sword abort abort abORT ABORT ABOR-

Bonus:

*internal dialouge*

Damian: never look at my father with such disease in your eyes, your worthless soul does not deserve his beauty

Dick: fuck off fuck off fuck off get the fuck away from my mother father Bruce before I tear out your eyeballs and feed them to you, wait for them to shit out and the feed them to you again and then-

Jason: *pure mindless rage screaming*

Tim: if you know what’s fucking good for you, you’ll stop right there

Steph: *will never admit it but people objectifying Bruce makes her so uncomfortable in a way she will never look at because fuck self reflection* but so help her you leave that poor man alone he’s dealt with enough objectification for a life time

Cass: mama 🔪🔪🔪💣👊 I protect

Duke: I’ve known this man for a few months and he’s such a wet cat, I’m going to kill everyone in this room and then myself if you don’t take a FUCKING STEO BACK RIGHT NOW ISTG MOTHER FU-

Just the kids lowkey treating Bruce like a helpless 1920s damsel in distress in their minds makes me giggle

I the sense of the dynamic you get between slightly grown men and the mother who raised them in hard times in movies eg: I know you lived a hard life and can probably and have killed a man but I will treat you like delicate glass because I love you and you seem so fragile to me and because I’m grown and big and strong now and can protect you like how you protected me but no one protected you but I’m emotionally stunted and can only express this feeling via slightly aggressive affection and protection

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This coupled with my HC that he legit narrates everything he does, talks to everything, furniture, the food head eating, calling his weapons his lovers.

But it’s instead out of loneliness since he knows no one else talks to him, this being his “I’m the lone rider” when he returns as RedHood and doesn’t have The Outlaws yet.

He might’ve gotten used to Damian’s small quips back to his nonsense, so now he just gets sad every time silence meets him.

i like to think that at the league of assassins jason used to get so bored of having no access to media/tv that he would just compensate by singing excessively every theme tune/pop culture song he knew whenever he was working/training, which means damian probably knew all these pop culture references already when he got to gotham, except when tim puts on the tv and he hears a popular ad jingle play during commercials he doesn’t get a fun ‘oh haha i recognise that tune’ moment instead its him hearing an ed sheeran song and having a rapid war flashback to watching jason viscerally rip the heads off a group of about 20 men attempting to harm damian while dancing and singing fucking Starlord, Guardians of the Galaxy style.

dick, humming as he makes toast: dontcha’ know, i’m still standin, betta than i eva did~

damian, experiencing both nostalgia and confusion at the same time: why are you singing a battle cry? we are in the kitchen.

tim: did you just call one of the songs from the Sing soundtrack a fucking battle cry?

damian:

damian: what’s Sing.

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I really like, the idea of DiscoWing

baby boy is gorgeous.

But, if I was a Gothamite.

and I was saved

by this

human peacock

I would simply, rather pass away.

Cause you just know, he's feeling himself so much in that outfit, this is what he designed himself, he's new identity that will stand tall alone, not side by side with Batman, not as a partner or a sidekick, but at his own hero.

But in Gotham, where the sun is there 3 days of the year, and there's a 30% chance daily of being caught up in some sort of crime. And this fucking guy comes down, in all his glory, maybe visiting or some shit after being in Blüd for some time. You just stand there, in a dark alley, with a misty rain constantly present, and you see this human discoball, grinning at you.

I would simply walk into traffic.

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There is few things in this fandom I love more than the idea that the BatFam forget that they’re not related.

I myself, am adopted, my sister shares my bio mother. But my brother is from another family.

But we will absolutely still forget that we aren’t of the same blood. Both my parents aren’t even the same ethnicity, having light brown hair, with their kids all having black hair and dark eyes.

The BatFam LOOK like each other, that’s why people love writing that Bruce just doesn’t want to admit that they’re all his own but with different partners, cause wtf are the chances, all of them Black hair blue eyes??? Except Steph, but she shares eye color. And Duke is said to share the same body type.

There is no doubt in my mind that these kids forget that they’re not related all the time.

Living together will give them the same mannerisms, and habits. Just making this even more evident.

They’ll be asking Bruce when filling out medical paperwork, if they share the allergies as the others. And Bruce will just look up, wondering, before they both realize what they’re saying.