#( the boys // BRUCE VERSE )

[zeitvon]

My babygirls

[sforhope]

. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock

He is there, BATHING in the yellow sun’s radiations, too close to it for anyone else to live, they would have DISSIPATED far before reaching such proximity. Eyes closed, but the rest of his senses are alert, he knows his team- his friends down there are struggling, are buying him enough time to supercharge, an idea he does not discuss thoroughly with their leader; there is no luxury of time to do so anyway, but fortunately, they trust him. 

Little did he know of the consequences of such action, but did he really care?

Eyes open in an instant, glowing, almost blinding for another’s eyes. He doesn’t hesitate for even a split second before returning back to earth. It’s a TERRIFYING scene for those not used to it, like a GOD descending to take vengeance with its own hands! He is swift when he scans the surroundings, calculating casualties: a little more later than this and there would have been worse numbers. His jaw clenches before gaze settles onto the THREAT ahead, the distance between them nil in an instant, his hand grips them by their huge neck, an alien, just like him, the trip back up is even faster than his arrival, taking them with him. He could feel the energy building, ready to BURST. He can’t take chances on earth, his second home. 

The skies SHAKE and turn in colors, like the wrath of god has struck it!  

It is nothing seen before, the threat’s body DISSIPATING, turning to dust before nothing. He saves them, again. The consequences of such victory are almost immediate, he feels DRAINED, like a battery in need of charging, his consciousness fading as his body descends back to earth. Luck saves him this time, his suit as long as the still vanishing remnants of power prevent a certain death— 

Death? From falling? Pfft, but that’s Superman! 

Little did anyone know the price of such a powerful, almost godly attack, is a trip down to being stripped of this crown he never chose to wear, becoming practically human now, not only in soul as he always has been, but in body and strength. 

He lies there on the rocky ground, barely anything covering his form, slowly bleeding and unconscious. He is at his team’s mercy. 

@bruz3r plotted starter

[dramatisperscnae]

@cxpedcrusxder -throws bby!dick at bruce- have some soft

He knows Bruce won't be there. The bedroom's going to be empty and just as quiet as the rest of the manor, because the signal's shining over Gotham and Batman's out on patrol. Dick knows Bruce won't be in his bedroom. That is not, however, going to stop this nine year old boy from quietly slipping in and curling up on top of the sheets with his little stuffed elephant. It's not the same as sneaking into his parents' bed after a nightmare - not in the least - but it helps a little.

The bed smells like Bruce. Traces of leather and that cologne he sometimes wears when he has an important meeting or fancy party to go to. This room feels less bare than Dick's does, too; there's more stuff in here, though Dick's never dared actually poke through it before. Not since Alfred caught him once in Bruce's parents' old room. But the point is that this room feels lived in, not as empty as the rest of the manor.

And he won't stay in here too long; just until he calms down. He absolutely does not plan on falling back asleep on his guardian's bed. He'll go back to his own room once he's calmed down from the nightmare that woke him in the first place. He totally will. For now he'll just cuddle his elephant, and Bruce's pillow, and ignore the way his eyes slide closed and his body finally relaxes right back into sleep.

[mastcrmarksman]

"I mean… I feel like I'm your boyfriend"

Bruce has got a knack for railroading a conversation from one track to another without Clint even noticing that he had started to railroad them. What they had been talking about originally became arbituary, actually he can't even remember where they had started talking about when it strayed over into feelings territory or more describing how they felt today and feelings on various topics. Using I feel-words.

I mean.... I feel like I'm your boyfriend.

That.... oh! Bruce had not been taking this where he had thought this had been going. Clint almost had felt they were going to start talking about like... politics and current climate around superheroes. Not this!

It takes him by surprise, but he can see where Bruce was coming from. Clint's avoided putting an label or word to whatever was between him and Bruce which... was a multi-year saga that's been on and off as often as he and Natasha. He even told Bruce he loved him, but with how often pulled them apart.

They never talked about, or perhaps, had the chance to define and agree to whatever it was they were doing. Considering that Bruce was currently in Bruce's apartment right now and they were simply hanging out, with the assumption that he was probably staying over. Just as the same had happened at Clint's place.

❝ I.... uh... yeah. ❞ Oh, Clint, you dummy! Use your words. So Bruce was wanting to talk about this. This THEM and US they seemed to be. He scratches at his chin, ❝ So should I start using the D-word too? ❞ You've already told this guy you loved him and were are, presently, still feeling that in love feeling. ❝ I... I'd feel like that... that'd be nice. ❞ Bruce being his boyfriend; that'd be a goal, the goal.

Let's not forget the time Bruce called him husband matereial too.

❝ I... uh... So that makes this morning a date, and uh, would you like to be my-my boyfriend? For real? Not just in feeling; well, and in feeeling? ❞ That'd make them dating officially after who really knows when and where the lines between Bruce and Clint became so blurred.

[movedto-mastcrmarksman]

"You're the only adult whom's face is always covered in band-aids" - Bruce's sarcastic way of expressing concern. Stop getting hurt, u big dummy.

Blanket statement time ⸺ Life sucked. ⸺ Full stop, put a period at the end of that statement. Go no farther, read no more. LIFE SUCKED. At the present moment, there was nothing that would change his mind from that train of thinking. It's the kind of thought that only stopped being had after a collusion (death). To which, he was sure one of these days, sooner or later, his luck won't be able to stop him from dying of an injury. Modern medicine won't save him and a mentally ill witch won't yoke him back into reality.

Clint falls as though he has been tossed through a wood chipper; th familiar feeling of pain seeping back into bone and muscle. It's all manageable, he's already taken the scheduled dose of muscle relaxant, and things will ease. His face still feels like it was burning off, but he's been assured that the antidote is working.

Ninjas with poisoned blades (which last he checked weren't ninjas Daredevil or Iron Fist's problems) had gotten him pretty good this time. One mistake and his position had been compromised; obviously, he was the victor but victory rarely came without blood and bruise. Aches and pains and maybe something to do with being in his forties. There's a very real future where he will die if he can't keep up; where he'll be pressured to retire but he can't stop himself from being the Avenger, just a guy with a bow determined to solve some problems.

Bruce interrupts the melancholy collecting in his mind, with an observant about his current state. For effect, Clint turns his face towards the other man and gives him a smile (at least he has all his teeth this time).

❝ At least they had the big boy band-aids this time. ❞ He has, in fact, been covered in varying degrees of child-friendly band-aids from transformers to hello kitty and anything in between. Clint doesn't bother removing himself from the couch, but he does try to shuffle his body further into the back cushion to make room if Bruce has finally decided to grace him with company. ❝ Besides, it's not like the Avengers ever let me at the adult table anyways. ❞

He laughs, turning over onto his side and flicking through cable channels with the remote before a thought hits him. Something Clint obviously needed to ask Bruce. ❝ I'm still pretty right? So nothing lost, no big deal. ❞ Unless he's ugly, then this would be the worst day ever until the next day.

[fazcinatingblog]

That one where faz breaks in to look for his garlic crusher? The framed sticky notes thing was made up, it's just the list of the comedians that's there

[space-dreams-world]

Another Twin Au: D and T: Danyal And Talia

Also, potential Spirit Halloween.

Ra's had two children, Danyal Al Ghul and Talia Al Ghul, the Demon's Daughter and the Demon's Son. Talia might have been firstborn, but she was neglected over her father favoring Danyal.

Danyal was treated better than she was, and while Danyal didn't understand Talia's jealousy, he still tried to help her. Like for instance, Talia had a fight to prove her loyalty to the Al Ghul line and was tasked to fight to the death, Danyal seeing how tired she was from training, he poisoned the fighters, so that his sister could win and survive.

Even when Ra's schemed to transfer his mind into Danyal's body, he was overwhelmed by Danyal's spirit and was not able to do the transfer.

Danyal liked to play tricks on new recruits to the league, and when Bruce was there, he pretended to be his sister. (As Danyal constant exposure to the pits made his eyes green)

Talia was only able to develop a relationship with Bruce outside the compound,but Danyal and Bruce's love story was very brief. ( And maybe Bruce liked Danyal more as he could be bargained to live with Bruce, unlike his sister who was devoted to her father)

Ra's would have liked the detective with either of his children,but it was not to be.

In fact, when Talia was planning on wedding Bruce, Danyal was sent for extra protection and liked the little Robin (Dick) despite being on opposite sides. So, when Talia acquires Bruce's sperm to make Damian, Ra's did a test to see which sibling produced better offspring, and unfortunately, Danyal's won. So, Damian was the son of the Bat and Demon, but of Bruce and Danyal. The thing is that Talia and Danyal are identical twins, just one boy and one girl. So, Talia assumes Damian is hers by default, and when creating Heretic, she uses her DNA.

Danyal was someone more connected with the pits than anyone knew and spent some time with the spiritualists of the league. Danyal was there when Jason was in the league and tried to curb his most violent fits, and sometimes took care of Damien in the league along with Jason.

Now, unfortunately, during Ra's coup, Talia, sick of her brother favoritism, pushes Danyal into the pits where he doesn't resurface.

(A few years in Danny Phantom world is a few days in the DC verse, so Danyal as Danny Fenton speedruns the DP life, becomes phantom, follows cannon lore, except doesn't really stay in Amity Park afterwords,closes the two portals, and goes to find his original dimension,where Damien is about to sacrificed to the pit by Talia, believing she can make more,with the bats present kills him.

More in part 2...

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

Headcannon that Bruce came out as bi in his early years by doing a Cameo in a music video where he has this extremely iconic line but like nobody knew it was him because he appears in the music vid like once ☝️before Brucie wayne went mainstream that nobody knew about it.and it's like that one verse where Billie goes "Charlie likes boys but she'd knew I'd hit it 😏😩"

So imagine tim coming out to the public and everyone asking or maybe accusing Bruce of being homophobic he would be so confused and be like 'i came out 20 years ago????I'm bi??????wdym???????I sang about it???????????'

And then the entire world goes crazy and explodes into a trillion pieces

[deadsetobsessions]

This is based off of that one tiktok from @sorruna where it’s the audio from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse.

——

Dick Grayson was a sneaky, intelligent little shit.

He was also dumb. These things are not mutually exclusive.

To this day, one of his best kept secrets- one of the many, many that he had now- was something he’d take to his grave.

Or to Jason’s grave, at least.

Dick sat down and began telling the story to ears that would never truly hear it.

——

Batman’s voice rumbled behind him as Dick, in his Robin suit, stood blankly on top of a roof.

“I know you snuck out last night, Robin.”

Dick froze, train of thought about his dinner derailed. Holy busted, Batman! Quick! Play dumb!

“Who’s Robin?” He asked, the years of performing in front of a large crowd coming to save his ass.

Not that dumb!

Batman sent him a dry look, reprimand already poised on his lips. Dick, however, was nothing but a good performer. Nay, a dedicated performer.

Quick! Do something out of character! He shouted at himself, panicking visibly. He stepped backwards, an idea appearing in his head. In his defense, it sounded like an amazing idea at the time. He had no idea it would blow up into a Justice League issue. If he had known… Dick would have lied better, probably. There was no way he was going to let B bench him for weeks!

“Who the fuck are you?!” He yelped. Dick apologized mentally to Alfred and his parents. Batman paused, stunned.

“That’s my question. Who are you?!” Bruce asked, immediately hostile. His son doesn’t curse. Well, not in any normal way anyways. Dick quickly backpedaled by yelling at him with a heavy Vlax dialect, missing his parents terribly as he screamed stranger danger in rudimentary Romany. After this, he was going to have to convince Bruce to get him a language tutor. He refused to forget one of the only ties he had left to his parents.

“Wait, wait- you’re my son.” Bruce replied back, in perfect Romany. He looked more convinced but still skeptical.

“My dad is a circus performer! Not a flying rat!” Dick screeched back. He couldn’t help but feel touched about Bruce seeing him like a son.

“Oy! Keep it down out there, you assholes! Some of us like our sleep, damn!” A random Gothamite screamed out of their window.

“Yo, shut the fuck up! The vigilantes are helping to keep the rent low, motherfucker!” Another Gothamite shouted back.

….

Needless to say, Bruce quickly brought Dick back to the cave- with precautions to make sure he didn’t figure out where the Cave was if Dick was actually someone else.

——

“You would have loved it, Little Wing. B was running around like a headless chicken. The memory loss protocol was actually made because of me, you know.” Dick chuckled, sniffling as he talked to the carved gravestone.

It did not reply.

——

The blood tests came back. Yeppers, Dick sarcastically thought, who woulda thought I’m me?

Reinforcements were called in.

Meaning, Batgirl.

“Watch him while I contact Justice League Dark.”

“You think it’s magic?” Barbara asked.

“Yes. There was no one else near our vicinity that could affect Dick like this. He has no head wounds.”

“Eesh. Okay, go. I’ll watch him.”

Bruce disappeared in his zeta tube, looking harried. So, to everyone that’s not a Bat, he looked absolutely terrifying.

“What did you get yourself into now, Boy Wonder?” Barbara sighed. Dick was careful to keep any signs of recognition out of his face.

“Stop calling me that! Where are my parents?!” He asked back. Barbara coughed and looked uncomfortably away.

That’s right, Babs. I’m pulling out the orphan card. Feel bad. Dick hid his feral grin.

“They’re… uh, busy.” Busy being dead, Barbara thought, immediately wincing at her own thoughts. Apparently, Dick thought the excuse was lame too, and he sent her an incredulous look.

“Would you like refreshments, Master Dick?”

“What?”

Alfred held out some cookies on a platter, giving Babs a quelling look as she tried to reach for his share.

“Oh, wow, these are really good!” Dick said as he shoveled cookies into his mouth. He tried to replicate the reaction he had when he tried these for the first time, and from Alfred’s satisfied look, Dick nailed it.

——

“Robin doesn’t remember who he is.” Batman rumbled as he all but dragged Zatanna and Constantine by the scuff of their jackets towards the zeta tubes.

“Hey, wait-”

“We have no time.” Batman snarled, tossing the two magic users into the zeta. He punched in the destination.

When they got there, he glared at the two magic users until they got into the cave.

“Damn, Bats. Really living up to your name, huh?”

“Not bad,” Zatanna said as she looked around.

“Robin,” Batman- Bruce- reminded them. He did a quick glance over to check on his kids, and found them satisfactorily uninjured. Though, Barbara was looking worse for wear. Bruce quickly found out why as she stalked to him.

“You deal with him.” She muttered. “I’m going home.”

Bruce blinked and nodded. “Get home safe.”

Zatanna and Constantine followed Batman as he walked towards Robin. It was odd to see the normally laughing child frown.

“It’s you! The kidnapper! Where are my parents?!”

Bruce winced which, for him, was akin to a full body flinch and recoil. No wonder Barbara was so tired.

“Fix it.”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Batsy.” Constantine grumbled.

“Well help, Batman. Though… I’m not sure if he should be doing that.”

Bruce sharply turned his head back to where Dick was. Emphasis on was. Because now, he’s halfway up the giant dinosaur the Robin had insisted they keep.

“Robin, get down from there!”

“Stranger Danger!” Dick hollered back.

Batman- Bruce Wayne- sighed.

“That’s high level magic,” Zatanna hummed. “I can’t feel anything, but I know for sure that he won’t die. Magic like that either dissipates naturally or…”

“Lasts forever,” Constantine finished.

Bruce groaned, shooting off a grappling line and swooping upwards to catch Dick as he fell from the giant dinosaur.

——

“I pretended to get my memories back later,” Dick chuckled. “And pretended to forget the whole thing. Bruce was so relieved that I stopped knocking things over and trying to do cartwheels in high places that he totally forgot I snuck out.”

Dick patted the headstone.

“But between you and me? I’m pretty sure Alfred knew. I think B pissed him off that week.”

[lazycats-stuff]

Batfamily x batbro male reader

Reader is a magic user (like the scarlet witch), he often uses his powers during his normal day to day life too

He’s constantly found levitating off the ground while meditating, reading his spell book and using his powers to do simple things like making his bed etc

However his powers has a side effect, his powers hurt him sometimes as every time his emotionally unstable or upset his powers can take over but the rest of the family doesn’t know cause he never told them he simply cuddled up to them

One day after a bad argument the pain was too much to hold in and he desperately needed to let go of his powers to get rid of the energy

However he couldn’t do that cause it could damage the manor and hurt the others so he tries to hold it in trying to deal with the pain

He walked into the manor and looked for the first person he could find and simply hugged them

They knew his love language was physical affection but they never knew it went so far as to stop him from having a magical melt down

He tries to explained the issue to whoever he was holding on too and they started praising him and rubbing his back trying to make him calm down till they get to an open space where he can let go

Okay, that sounds cool. And lowkey Bruce coded.

Summary: (Y/N)'s magic is complicated.

Warnings: none really, mentions of an argument.

(Y/N)'s powers are something that he was born with, since his mother shared the same powers. Unfortunately, his mother passed away and (Y/N) came to live with Bruce and the rest of the family. And since Bruce didn't know anything about magic, he called in John Constantine and Zatanna to help him navigate his magical powers. They've been doing it since he was a child and by the time he reached his teen years, he could control his powers.

But magic is not without any consequence. Sometimes, his powers can hurt physically. And his emotional stability is important here. If (Y/N) gets upset, angry or anything else that causes emotional instability, they can come out. And not in a good way. His powers could get devastating and could hurt someone. Thankfully, (Y/N) had a good remedy for it. Cuddling up to his family to calm his nerves.

He never told his family that. However, it made for a good practice to control his emotions. But sometimes emotions can overwhelm a person, no matter how hard they try to control. Bruce knew that something was going on with (Y/N)'s magic, but he choose not to dwell on it. He knew that (Y/N) had a control on it and whatnot, but still.

Bruce is not particularly well versed in magic so he allows (Y/N) to make decisions on that part. And besides, magic is fun to look at. (Y/N) more often than not can be found using his magic in everyday life. Whether it be making his bed, getting a cup of whatever from the kitchen without even getting up from the couch.

But the one thing that the entire family can agree on is the fact that when he is meditating, he levitates, a spell book near him, also levitating, is creepy beyond belief. According to the others. Bruce tried not to be freaked out whenever he saw it, but it was hard not to be. Bruce was both fascinated and kind of scared.

The rest of the boys have shared the same sentiment. It was a fascinating power that (Y/N) possessed, but scary at the same time. And of course, who could say no to cuddles that (Y/N) asked for? Not even Damian could say no to (Y/N)'s cuddles. Not even Damian, the person who despises affection, can't say no to his cuddles. Dick would await the entire day just for those cuddles.

(Y/N) loved his family to bits because of their acceptance, no matter how weird he might look when doing magic. And Bruce has a magic consultant at home, which is great. You never know when magic can pop up in Gotham City. Anything can happen in Gotham City and that was something that every single Gothamite lived by.

Anything can happen in Gotham.

(Y/N) was driving home, pissed beyond belief. His high school classes were done and he got into a bad argument with his friend. He knew that his magic would explode, sooner or later if he didn't find his family in the manor. Something has been brewing in (Y/N) from the moment his woke up. He didn't know why he was feeling that way today.

But something boiled over during the argument and his magic was just itching to get out. And he knew he should let it out. He knows he should. But that would devastate a lot of space. So, cuddles are the only option he has left at this point in time. He parked the car in record time and rushed into the manor, looking for someone who could help him.

That someone was Bruce. (Y/N) didn't expect to see him. He thought that he was at work.

" (Y/N)? You seem stressed, are you okay? " Bruce asked, worried about his son.

(Y/N) didn't say anything, simply buried his face into Bruce's chest and Bruce hugged him. Bruce squeezed back tightly, not knowing what's really going on, but (Y/N)'s love language is physical touch so Bruce didn't really find it to be odd. And besides, he likes these moments.

" Sorry dad, I just needed a hug. "

" Never apologize for needing a hug. Or any affection. Okay? " Bruce murmured softly.

" It's... More complicated than that dad. It's connected to my magic. "

Bruce frowned at that, confused as to what he could mean by that.

" What do you mean? "

" My magic is tied to my emotions. If I get any negative emotions, my magic flares up and itches to be released and it can be devastating. I can hurt people. When that happens, I look for you or my brothers to get cuddles, " (Y/N) murmurs, explaining to Bruce, who nodded in understanding.

He start rubbing (Y/N)'s back softly.

" You did good (Y/N). It can't be easy to control so much magic, but you are doing well. Just relax, breathe in and out and anger and frustration will simply roll out. Okay? "

(Y/N) nodded and Bruce simply continued his praises to his son. " Also, the manor is a space where you can let go okay? This is a safe space for you. Although, I would like to keep the manor intact, " Bruce joked and (Y/N) laughed with him.

" I know, I would like to keep this manor intact as well dad. "

" But in all seriousness, " Bruce began, still rubbing his back, " This manor is a space where you can be safe. Feel safe. Where you can do your magic freely. And if there ever is a time where you feel like your magic is itching to get out, feel free to seek us out, okay? Don't hesitate, " Bruce said as he still rubbed (Y/N)'s back.

" I know that dad, I know. "

" Just making sure kiddo. Also, John Constantine might drop by soon enough. He says he has a new spell book for you, saying you will like this one too. Now, are you hungry? " Bruce asked as he lead (Y/N) to the kitchen.

" I am. Also, why are you home so early? " (Y/N) wondered, knowing that Bruce wouldn't be home this early.

" A big meeting got cancelled, so I came home. Now, sit down. Alfred made some great Shepherd's pie. " Bruce gently sat (Y/N) down at the kitchen island.

Soon enough, his brothers came home, tired and hungry. Dick was surprised to see Bruce home early, but didn't question it, simply sitting down as well.

" Hey B, didn't think you would be home so early. "

The conversation flowed from there and slowly everyone came home. Damian, Tim and Jason all showed various stages of shock. Damian simply nodded, Jason raised his brow and Tim let out a hum as they all sat down, hungry and ready to down some food. It's no easy task feeding 5 boys.

During the conversation, (Y/N) opened up to his brothers about his emotions and connections to magic, essentially repeating what he told Bruce about his magic. Everyone understood and knew that if (Y/N) needs cuddles, they are going to listen.

They don't want their home to be devastated by magic. They like this manor, believe it or not.

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

Part 1 Trolls Headcanons/ Theories/ Thoughts/ Ideas

Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10

Trolls - in general Trolls are pretty rare outside their usual kingdoms and it's considered good luck to meet one.

Brozone - drastically changed their looks coz they hate that they used to dress the same.

Bruce - one of those dads who would get a new barbeque and show off all the cool features to the other local dads.

Bruce - "No kids, we're not keeping that stray animal, end of story, no way..." - 1 week later and he's giving it kisses and building it an over the top kennel with a heated blanket and a water fountain.

Bruce - (canon?) carried all their eggs, indirect reason why his hair is so big. (Side note - I read somewhere someone called all their kids 'The Bakers Dozen' and I frigging love that)

Floyd - solo career after he left Brozone - all his songs were PINK FLOYD SONGS! (Maybe that could've been his stage name?)

Floyd - his hair is naturally pink but JD made him make it redder because 'we're a boyband and pink is a girls colour'

John Dory - has embarrassing baby pictures of his brothers as leverage

John Dory - over-exaggerates his retellings of stories "I fought off 30 no no no 40 snakes with one hand behind my back."

John Dory - always casually asking Poppy, Brandy and Viva to marry him, over small things too "Brandy, these pancakes are delicious, marry me."

Clay - writes long and very detailed critical reviews of restaurants

Clay - has reading glasses. Probably the ones that attach magnetically at the nose ridge.

Clay - labels everything (labelmaker is to Clay as Gary is to Branch)

Clay - very into color coded itineraries and always know everyone's business "Poppy is currently at Smidge's pod doing her hair" "How could you possibly know that?" "I have my sources."

Clay - also a notary and registered marriage celebrant

Clay - hair was always naturally green but JDs hair was already green. JD said he had to be yellow for the band, they needed that color coordinated group vibe.

Clay - has drafts for his own book series

Clay - actually plays golf

Clay - gets clumsy when trying to impress someone he admires (imagine him meeting King Peppy and he just knocks things over)

Clay - competitive af - brothers know better than to verse him at anything - has an over the top victory dance

Viva - that concept art of tiny Viva is the age she was when they escaped the Troll Tree. So like 15 maybe?

Viva - wants to make up for all the missed holidays/birthdays/parties with Poppy so she is constantly popping out from places with gifts yelling SURPRISE!

Branch - for Pop Trolls - being in a famous singing group is the equivalent of being a recognized expert in your field. So the fact that Branch is in TWO famous boy bands is like he has several PhDs.

Branch - Kismet formed inside a group home for Trollings

Poppy and Vivas mother - my theory is that they managed to keep princess Viva a secret from the Bergens. They chose the Queen for Trollstice when they discovered what they thought was her first egg. The Troll Tree escape plan came about when Chef promised the new royal trolling for the young Bergen prince.

[brucewaynehater101]

So one of my favorite tropes is Jason or Dick going "mine now" and adopting every bat kid to come after them, and turning Bruce into a father in legality only, a reluctant grandfather in reality

See the endnotes of both "Dynamic" by Cant_Smoke_Eggs and " bystander" by greeneyedfirework

And also the Crimelord Tim-Never-Robins AU is making me tear up rn so I'm just gonna kindly take the ideas of that AU and the Carrion Crows and and shove them all into a blender to—

☆・★・・・★・☆

Tim Drake's parents are as awful as they are in the Never-Robin verse but here he—to put things horrifically lightly—convinces himself out of it

Oh yes, what you're describing is abuse and it's wrong! What did you say about his parents? They do everything he agrees is abuse? No! You misunderstand, they aren't abusive they're . . .

When Jason dies and Tim blackmails his way into Robinhood, into making sure his last remaining light in this world lives and stays as via shining as he always sees him, he get's a proper excuse

Not that he could ever tell others of course

But it's just what he personally needed

How could my parents ever be abusive? Batman hardly ever remarks about them and sometimes he even trains me more painfully then whenever my parents are back home!

☆・★・・・★・☆

Thus goes his life until he comes across a girl and her ward

Or maybe baby brother is more appropriate

Introducing Cassandra Cain, League of Assassin's renegade extraordanaire

And who does she have with her? It's only Damian al Ghul, blood son of Talia and Brucie!

Yeah, some time during or after Jason's departure from the League, Cassandra by sheer chance got in the same room as Damian

A fucking child which horrified her, so she snatched that kid and dipped

Damian telling her stories about his father and big brother both from Gotham gave her a clear direction of where to head

☆・★・・・★・☆

Not that they tell Tim this, they've hardly met him

They tell Robin silly! Damian in particular is insistent that the vigilante introduce him to his father as he is the blood son

Tim—wanting to help Batman since his plate is full—says it will take some time but he knows someone who can give a place to stay, they can trust his verified associate

Thus is how the two move into the Drake Manor with Timothy Drake full-time

It's nice, he accommodates for their needs and teaches them whatever they don't know

Cassandra quickly clues in—and informs the latter—on Tim and Robin being one & the same

When Cassandra confronts Tim about this, he does his best to calmly (are you sure about that young boy?) justify himself

He recounts the rise of Batman, of the first Robin turned Nightwing, and the Second Robin until his death

Batman's grief would descend into him transforming his vigilantism into a suicide mission

And Gotham? Gotham may be a horrifically corrupt city now, but before Batman it was hell on earth

It was already slipping back into there, what with lifelong hospital bills, disabilities, and job loss being indiscriminately handed out left and right

Though, Batman's rogues weren't facing the brunt of his rage nearly as much as most desperate criminals he came across, just trying to survive

Thus, to keep Gotham from tumbling back into the days before Batman, and to keep the hero from killing himself (because saying 'get himself killed' is dishonest) he blackmailed himself into the Robin role to act as Bat's leash and caretaker

He realized he may have miscalculated when Cassandra's knuckles go bone white

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Cassandra had several moments where she has second-thoughts about bringing Damian to his father, and now they're solidifying

She subsequently informs said baby brother that "holy shit, you're father is a monster" with stories what she learns about him, albeit mildly omitting the nastier details she doesn't want Damian to know at his young age

Doesn't help when they both notice the injuries Tim doesn't even get on patrol but training and he has to go to Agent A or himself for medical aid

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Tim Drake always saw himself an exception to justice. His parent love him and he has a duty to Batman

Whe his parents come home he tells them about his new friends staying over for some time

After working it out with the two, they even have their identities legalized and nobody will bat an eye at their presence with Tim

The Drakes come home and one moment he's introducing his parents to his friends

The next he's closing an incinerator room's doors with a lockpick

How . . . ?

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during Tim's blackout, Janet and Jack made some classist and other comments towards Damian and Cassandra, and since their legal identities are of orphans, and went as far as to threaten abuse knowing they'd get away with it

That caused something in Tim to break and finally do his parents in

Upon realizing what he's done, Tim is going to be pretty hysterical and grieving and when Cass ask's what's up he immediately breaks down

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So yeah, Tim has to hide his parent's death and speedrun becoming secret CEO until he can become one publicly

Step number one? Get Cassandra and Damian adopted by the late Drakes and insert them into their wills

Cassandra and Damian stick with Tim because they care for him, he's also single handedly providing for them, plus they don't want to test their luck with Batman at all

Damian is having an identity crisis because he was taught to take pride in his blood but his father who's been hella hyped up has brutalized his new big brother repeatedly

Maybe Tim stumbles across Stephanie and Duke, and gets them adopted too

Maybe we have a Jason with less of his screws loose and he walks up to Tim and is like "where are you parents" "they're totally alive!" "Holy shit you're an orphan actively distancing yourself from the batman because he abused you *adopts him as son*" or maybe Dick Grayson fathers instead, idk

Or maybe Jason here is still willing to pull a Titans Tower idk

My brain is melting lol

Holy hell. I love this AU. Tim adopting his other family members is near and dear to me. He has the means to and has canonically made up fake family members. He can totally throw someone into his family legally (and technically illegally).

Have you seen Damian Drake? This kind of reminds me of that fic, but with Cass in it and the Drakes dead. For this AU, it would be precious if Damian starts to take pride in Tim's last name instead. That, or they could create a new one for the 3 of them (until Dick, Jason, Duke, and others join [Steph is always weird cause she dated Tim. It's similar to how Babs isn't legally considered family/siblings, but she's still part of the family]).

Damian thus has legal to claim to both Drake Industries and Wayne Enterprises (if he ever chooses to disclose his relation to Bruce). The best part of this is that Tim is building a large family by stealing them all from Bruce (cause fuck that man).

Also, Cass and Damian should interact more in fanwork. I'm so glad that you have them as such in this. Similar to Steph and Damian, I don't see that relationship as much which is sad. They have such great sibling bonds.

Two more thoughts: One, I love the characterization of Tim stepping back into his body to find he had murdered his parents and just rolling with it (besides the mandatory breakdown). He just figures it out cause it is what it is. Two, how old is Tim in this? Does he immediately become CEO or try to pretend his parents are still alive?

I'm also imagining Tim just gathering all these people, and he's not necessarily their leader/boss, but he does provide for them. He guides them and supports them. He's like a family mafia boss, but without any command or orders. The others are free to do as they please, but they tend to run decisions against each other

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

DISOWNED!VERSE YOU SAY 👀

Dick waited until you were upstairs, listening intently to the sounds of kids and dogs being settled down for the night again. Taking a second to glance around.

A small bench with shoes around it. Coats and jackets on a coat rack. Helmets and knee pads in a basket next to the bench. It wasn't a pricy house. And it was old. But clean. And well-maintained. Some dog smell. Some kid smell. But it wasn't unpleasant. Just lived in. Homey.

Jason jerked his head toward the kitchen when he heard you open a door, telling Moxie to stay with Lee and tucking them both in. Making sure that he was still asleep. And he smiled a little- That boy could sleep through an earthquake. Unless breakfast was involved. As soon as Bacon hit a skillet he was downstairs and hell on wheels. The one he was worried about was Kylie. But hopefully, if you put Pepper in with her that little demon dog would put her back to sleep.

In the kitchen he took the keys to the shed from their hiding spot taped to the bottom of a drawer and exhaled slowly. He didn't WANT to look back. But if Dick was here, he'd asked everyone else. Because they always asked everyone else first.

"How old are the kids? I mean you've only been gone for-"

"They're her niece and nephew," Jason explained, shouldering the backdoor open. "She adopted them."

"Are you gonna-"

"How long has Bruce been gone this time?" Jason asked, deflecting. No prying. Jason was disowned and no one had reached out since- save for Alfred. And even then, Jason had been reluctant to share much. Not wanting to give Bruce anything to exploit.

"A few weeks," Dick answered following.

"And did anyone think to call any of the people he's fucking?"

"Talia hung up on us and Selina left me on read."

"What about-"

"Either off-world or not dealing with men right now."

"Good to know he's still a whore."

"He's old not dead," Dick snorted.

Jason lead Dick across the grass and unlocked the shed, exhaling internally. This was the compromise. He could keep this in the shed under lock and key. Away from the kids. And he understood. They'd been through enough. And now- well. Thinking about having a toddler running around it made even more sense. You had a point. You always had a point.

He flipped the lights on and Dick whistled, "Now this is the Unabomber setup I expected"

""I got wifi. I got electricity. I got guns. As long as Babs can let me into the mainframe I can know everything you all know." Jason ignored the dig. Or tried to. Arguing with Dick wouldn't get him out of here. And he wanted him to go. The sooner the better. Because he wanted to go Boris out of his spot and go to bed. Not because he was tired, not really. But because none of this felt real. And he wanted to Bury his face in the back of your neck and hold you until it felt normal.

[dramatisperscnae]

@bruz3r gets to meet bby!Dick >w>

It had all happened so fast.

Not at first; at first it had been slow. Watching his mother fly through the air, reach out for his father, and then seeing the rope break. Watching them fall. Hearing them land in the dead complete silence that had filled the tent. And then the screaming had started.

He'd all but flown down to the ring himself, raced to where they lay, but he'd known they'd never get back up. He'd known, and his mind had raced. How could this have happened? His father was so careful, even meticulous, about checking the ropes and wires before each performance. Especially one like this, where they performed without a net. If the rope had been too worn, had been faulty, it would have been replaced. That meant it couldn't have been an accident.

And then he'd seen Mr. Haly, already talking to some policemen, and he'd remembered the argument he'd heard the night before. Remembered the unfamiliar roustabout he'd seen leaving the tent before the show started that night. Remembered, and knew.

This wasn't an accident. It couldn't have been. His parents had been killed, murdered, by some guy who was trying to intimidate Mr. Haly. And he'd told the police as much, running up to the one who looked like he was in charge, trying to make himself heard. They had to know, this wasn't an accident, they had to find the man responsible, the one called Tony Zucco.

But he'd been shunted aside. Whether the man in charge actually believed him or not he had no idea, but he wasn't being listened to right now. He was 'in the way', he was 'in shock', he needed to go sit down and be quiet and let the grown-ups work, but they weren't doing anything.

Dick Grayson's jaw tightened as he watched the police examine the rope, watched as his parents' bodies were looked over. Put in big black bags and zipped up out of sight, wheeled out on gurnies. Gone. And no one was listening to him. The guy who'd done this was out there somewhere, and no one was listening…

The boy kicked a discarded popcorn bag viciously, sending what was left of its contents scattering over the sawdust and the nearby stands, then just fell into a seat and dashed a angry tear or two from his eyes. Someone was watching him, he could tell - he was a circus kid, a performer, and Romani to boot; he knew when there were eyes on him - but right now he didn't care. He was already making plans. If the police weren't going to listen to him, then he'd do something about this himself, as soon as he could slip out.

[ao3sbatfamily]

'Catch and Release' by snackbaskets

For all he liked breaking and bending the rules, Dick was very fond of flinging himself at Bruce at any given moment. It was the one rule he used liberally: to hide in his guardian’s embrace if in danger. Or in distress. Or delight. Or in the kitchen. Bruce was becoming very well versed in the art of catching nine-year olds in flight.

Alfred insisted it was a good thing, that it meant Dick felt safe with him, that Bruce’s hold made him feel wanted and protected, as intended.

“I simply don’t understand why he insists on using the maneuver outside of combat,” he mused.

“Perhaps, sir, it is because he’s an affectionate young soul, and is, in fact, a nine year old boy in need of attention.”

“Surely I wasn’t so… touchy, as a child?”

“I say so lovingly, Master Bruce, but you were a fairly abnormal child.”

“Hn.”

“Quite.”

[fanaticalthings]

I love it when artists draw Bruce wayne all pretty. if there's anyone in the DC verse that deserves to be a pretty, pretty boy, it's him.