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𝐁𝐚𝐭-𝐀𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Easter

Platonic! Batfam x reader ❤

Info: How Bat-Aunt would handle easter as a single aunt of 4+ children. Mainly focused on Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian cuz i dont know a lot about the others at the moment.

Warnings: None- wait actually a little angst from Jason’s death being mentioned.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who’s not really religious, but takes any excuse to spoil the kids, and Easter is no exception.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who started her and Bruce’s childhood Easter traditions—decorating eggs, egg hunt, family meal, etc.—back up again the year Dick came to live with them, even when Bruce protested that it was not necessary, (Uh, yes it is.) and has done them all with each kid individually during their time as Robin.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who buys custom easter baskets with liners that have the individual boys name embroidered into it.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who makes the kids—plus Bruce—decorate eggs with her the night before for the easter bunny to hide.

Cue Damian complaining about how there is no easter Bunny and you and Dick booing him.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who asks Alfred to cook an extra special breakfast for the boys, aka making their favorite breakfast foods.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who incorporates the Robin theme and goes all out with decorations for the day.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who makes the boys look for the eggs no matter how old they get.

Even though they live in a literal mansion, it never takes them long to find all the eggs, cuz these kids are literal detectives.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who realizes that the eggs are to easy to find and has to start getting creative. I’m talking sewing them into the cushions, unscrewing outlets and hiding them beside them, managing to get them into shampoo bottles fully intact. And if they’re not hard to find, they’re hard to get to. Straight up taping them to the ceiling.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who has photos of each kid—or grown ass man—(I'm looking at you Richard who I think is canonically like 30 something at this point) wearing a pair of bunny ears for every year she’s known them, excluding the photos missing from the time that Jason was dead.

Cue more complaining about the “embarrassing” photos, or whatever Damian says they are.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who buys them whatever thing they’ve been craving in the past week and were just to lazy to buy themselves (cuz lets be fr they can buy whatever they want) to put in their Easter baskets, plus the typical stuff like a big chocolate bunny.

What Bat-Aunt reader! puts in their baskets.

Dick: Toys for Haley (the dog) insurance for his motorcycle.

Jason: Ammo, leather jacket, therapy (who said that?)

Tim: Coffie, cork board (for his conspiracy theory/stalker ass.)

Damian: Art supplies, hair gel (you can’t convince me this kid doesn’t use hair gel, look at his hai-)

Alfred: British teas, worlds best butler mug.

Bruce: Framed photo of her and the kids. (which totally doesn’t go right on his Wayne Enterprises desk.)

Tell me why this took so long to write? Anyway, happy zombie Jesus day even though there’s like only 30 minutes left when I post this. Feel free to Reblog, and forgive my dyslexic ass for any typos.

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𝐁𝐚𝐭-𝐀𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Intro

Platonic! Batfam x reader ❤

Info: An introduction into what I hope becomes a series. Bat-Aunt, and her adventures with the Batfamily. This is one of the darker this I’ll write for this, the rest should just be more WFA vibes.

Warnings: parental death, blood, I think that’s it.

(not my art)

Bat-Aunt reader! Who was born into a life of luxury and comfort, with an older brother, loving parents, and the world best butler.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who was only six when her whole world got flipped upside down in the alleyway behind the movie theater. Who huddled up in her brothers arms--a boy only eight years old himself--for hours before anyone came for them, just staring down at the pooling blood of her parents and the scattered pearls of her mothers necklace.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who slept in Bruce’s room for weeks following that night. Something Bruce didn’t mind in the slightest, because it meant that he could keep an eye on what little he felt he had left.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who only ever talked to Bruce in public for years, but learned to laugh and joke freely again within a year of the incident--perhaps it was because she was so young--, often found rambling to Alfred as he prepared dinner.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who doesn't remember much about life before the inccident, other than the fact that things were happier, that her and Bruce were thick as thieves, and there was much less to worry about.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who can no longer remember the sound of her mothers laugh, or the feeling of her fathers hand ingulfing her smaller one, and who honestly would have forgotten what her parents look like all together if it weren’t for the old photos of them littered around the manor.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who was the first to protest when Bruce decided to become the Dark Night. Who refused to talk to him for days, mumbling about how “Gotham wasn’t worth it.” or “im not losing anyone else to this crap."

Bat-Aunt reader! Who finally excepted it after a while, knowing Bruce is far to stubborn to change his mind, but will never approve.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who’s entire world flips back around when Bruce brings Dick home for the first time, immediately finding a new purpose for living other than other than helping to run Wayne Enterprises and taking care of her stupid brother.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who reads in the news that Batman has a new sidekick, and has a level nine crash-out when she quickly connects the dots that Bruce has been taking Dick out as Robin.

Cue the yelling as Dick sits in the corner with Alfred watching.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who loves ever kid that Bruce brings home instantly, but was hesitant with Tim because of what happened to Jason.

Bat-Aunt reader! Whos not a vigilante, but would totally go out and crack some skulls, should the boys ever be in trouble.

It’s giving a mom whos baby is stuck under a car or something, and they pull out the strength of a hundred men and yeat the car into another dimension.

Bat-Aunt reader! Who doesn’t like Gotham. In fact, she hates it, but shes could never leave, not when her family was so dead set on dying for this place.

A/N: Feel free to Reblog if you want. I hope to make another thing for this, but ngl I’ve been on Tumblr for like 6 months and your girl is still trying to figure some stuff out.

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To be honest I thought I listened to way more music this year but I guess not at least not compared to one of my friends how who listened to 101,555 minute aka 70 DAYS of music! I have to step up my game I did happen to listen to one more genre then them soooo

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Ok but like is it just me or is it weird that in Prisoner of Azkaban that when the fat lady’s portrait gets scratched that she says something along the lines of “it the one their all talking about, the one as dark as his name Sirius black” even though she would have known him because he was a Gryffindor. And Sirius and his friends were the most popular kids in Gryffindor she would have know that he wasn’t bad he was just a kid who was struggling with things. Might just be me but that’s weird.