#Alfred's Bedroom Headcannon

[mr007pennyworth]

Alfred's Bedroom - Headcanon

For years, Alfred was stuck in a very old habit of living minimally. When Thomas brought him to Gotham, he had 1 suitcase of clothes and 2 more with things like shoes and personal items in them from over the years.

When the manor was around, Alfred stayed in one of the converted servents' quarters downstairs. A rectangular box room with a bathroom across the hall. Inside held just a single bed, an old locker-style wardrobe, a dresser and a desk. The whole room screamed military and he never managed to convince Alfred to let him redecorate the place. After Bruce turned 3 and started needing more attention, Thomas moved Alfred into an upstairs room, only slightly larger, this time he insisted the man let Martha decorate it.

It remained the same, grey/green/beige colour scheme for quite some time. He agreed to a double bed, a thicker carpet and a bookcase. His wardrobe expanded thanks to Thomas buying him clothes and taking him shopping, as much as Thomas liked spending money, he seemed happy that Alfred wasn't fond of buying something extravagant. By the time Thomas and Martha died. Alfred had a collection of nine suites, 12 waistcoats, 8 ties and 6 pairs of shoes. This hasn't changed much at all since.

When Bruce and Alfred moved into the lakehouse, Bruce INSISTED he design Alfred a bedroom he was happy with. Alfred attempted to blag that he didn't need any personal space if he was using the rest of the house...Bruce wasn't having any of it. He specifically designed a room that allowed Alfred to get around, a room that looked out onto the lakefront with balcony access just so he could take his tea in peace if that was needed.

The room now has a warmer feeling. It looks rather a lot like one of the hotel rooms Bruce stayed in when he visited Japan one year. It included an en-suite wet room bathroom, that gave Alfred more accessibility with being disabled.

The room is still rather bare, save for a few items sitting on the bookshelf and dresser that have some past significance to them.

Bookshelf: Bottom Shelf: A old trunk, that contains large worn medical textbooks, Army medals, shirts, old photographs and paperwork.

Bookshelf: Second Shelf: Contains twenty-two mixed books between novels, crime dramas, and self-help guides along with cooking books. There is also an old notebook with its pages full of notes about caring for the manor.

Bookshelf: First Shelf: Holds 4 of Alfred's favourite crime drama novels, several photographs of Bruce and older ones of Thomas and Martha. Snowglobe from Disneyland Bruce brought him as a novelty one Christmas. A medical pouch of emergency medication.

Dresser: Cuddly toy penguin called Gareth. A keepsake box with a passport-sized photo of Gareth, Martha, his brother and his parents, this also contains a morbid souvenir, a two-inch shard of shrapnel from the landmine he stood on that Thomas pulled out of his leg. The current books he's reading. A daily pill box organized by Grace and an old drawing by Jason is propped up by the lamp.

Bedside Table: Pill bottles, water bottle. A framed picture of him and Leslie on a cruise. His watch and the house keys.

[warnersister]

How the Peaky boys would react to “you wearing a sundress” -> headcannon

(NSFW) but more implied then truly written, but still read at your own risk

Tommy🪖

🪖it was a hot day, and you were rummaging through your clothing chest to try find something suitable to wear to bear the heat outside.

🪖Tommy had headed out early, business to attend to with Alfie Solomons.

🪖he hadn’t meant to wake you, trying to sneak around the bedroom to get dressed and get out of the house: especially after a… long night

🪖but still, you stirred and whined “Tom?” You breathe with a rasped voice “s’alright, back to sleep darling” he instructed but you endured, sitting up and stretching your arms high above your head and Thomas watched as the covers fell to reveal your bare torso and it took all his self control to stop salivating.

🪖you climbed out of bed and threw the slip dress over your head, heading towards your husband who was buttoning his shirt in the mirror

🪖you turned him towards you and swatted his hands away, and he allowed you to finish buttoning his shirt for him, finishing the top button and pulling the collar down to kiss him.

🪖”Solomons is coming by today” Thomas huffed and you looked up at him with narrowed eyes “long meeting?” You ask and he shakes his head “shouldn’t be” you nod “d’you want me to come by later? Bring you some lunch?” You ask and he connects his eyes with yours “y’know y’worry me when you stay in there all day” you continue and he offers a small smile. “I’ll take that as a yes” you say, kissing the corner of his mouth and tapping his chest, ushering him out of the door. “Go on, shoo.”

🪖he smirked and grabbed his cap on the way out, whistling as he went

🪖so there you were, already sweeting with mere silk on your body

🪖you saw a dress with the tags still on, yellow and billowing at the bottom: sundress

🪖you looked it over one before deciding it was the perfect choice for today’s endeavours.

🪖you’d nipped out to the market first, collecting some supplies to make him some soup or whatever you could conjure up.

🪖you even grabbed some sunflowers too; having bought him a vase for his office, thinking it needed some life brought into it, given the volume of lives that were lost in that room.

🪖later in the day you headed to Tommy’s office, assuming that his meeting must be done by now and to feed him.

🪖you’d headed to the Garrison, greeting Harry and having a few wandering eyes following you as you approached the Blinder’s designated room, thinking nothing of it as you turned the door knob.

🪖Tommy couldn’t be mad at your intrusion for the sheer sight of you. His pupils blew out of his head as he looked you over, he’d never seen this dress before. Yet his jaw gritted at the way Alfred fucking Solomons had the same reaction.

🪖”oh I’m so sorry gentleman” you said, pivoting to leave “no no, sweetheart. Alfie was just leaving. Weren’t you?” Tommy asked and Alfie creased his brows but with the eyes his business partner was giving him told him everything he needed to know. “Yeah yeah, just leaving Tom”

🪖Alfie stood, to leave and smiled at you “lovely to see you, poppet” Alfie said, you’d always gotten along with him; you hugged him as he welcomed it, and he grinned at you “you look gorgeous you, yeah? Lovely new dress. Fabulous it is” “fuck off Alfie” “yeah yeah I’m going, bye love”

🪖Tommy looked you over as the door clicked shut with tight lips. “I’m sorry Tom I didn’t think he’d still be here-” “have you had that on all day?” He cuts you off and you raise your brows “the dress?” “Mhm” “oh yeah, found it earlier. Never worn it.” You say, spinning to give him a giddy look at it.

🪖Tommy couldn’t help but smile “c’m ere.” He beckons you over and you approach him “I brought you some lunch-” you begin “nah, got all I need to eat right here” he says and grabs your hips, prompting you to discard your basket on his desk.

🪖he sits back in his seat; opening his legs to pull you to stand between them. He gently takes the fabric between his fingers, then drags his hands so slowly up to your torso, not looking at your face. You fidget anxiously, his hands dragging back down to the hem of the dress.

🪖”dangerous wearing this, love” he says, dipping his hands under the dress to rest on your upper thighs, finally looking at you. You smile. He realises how easily the fabric is lifted, pushing you back to sit on his desk “can’t do this to y’old Tom and expect to get away with it” he says, with a tut, unzipping his trousers and removing his suspenders as he pushes your underwear to the side.

🪖”I’m buying you more o’ these.”

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie was sat reading the newspaper in his armchair, Cyril asleep beside him when you came into the room.

🧸”so, what do you think?” You asked and Alfie looked up but had to do a double take. A white sundress with frilled straps and tight torso. “Blimey poppet, what’s this then?” He asked, dropping his glasses to the end of his nose to get a better look at you.

🧸”a sundress Alf!” You say, “y’bought it last year, remember?” “Thought I’d remember buying something like this.” He says, standing to his feet, moving to take your hand in his own “give us a spin then darling” he says, turning you as the fabric billowed as you went only for your gorgeous beaming face to return to him.

🧸”now this is fucking fabulous ain’t it darlin’, fucking fabulous. Bloody love it. Suits you nicely” he mumbles as you smile “but y’can’t wear it” he says and your face drops “y’what?” You asks, brows furrowing. “Y’aint givin y’old man heart palpitations and expecting me to let y’out of the house, flower. Not like this” he says sternly, wagging an accusatory finger at you.

🧸”but we’re got to go to the market-” you protest “nah, we ain’t” he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you yelp. He flips the rim of your skirt up so he gets a great view of your ass, smacking it lightly “Alfie!”

🧸”don’t think I won’t shag y’on these stairs, treacle, now let me get up the fucking stairs, yeah?”

🧸then later in the day when you’d finally manage to coax him off of you and out of the house to the market, there was a hand permanently on your waist. And then at some point you bent over to smell some flowers and Alfie couldn’t help but lean his hips into yours. You yelped “Alfie!” You hissed. “C‘mon love I can’t cope.” He grunts, impatiently prompting the rest of the shopping to go by faster, flipping the skirt of the dress up again when he finally got back to the car.

Arthur🍺

🍺so. Fucking. Antsy.

🍺can’t keep his fucking hands off of you.

🍺left early, didn’t he? Ended up waking you up; banging all the doors shut and all that as he clambered out of the house.

🍺you decided that was your wake up call regardless, knowing full well that if he’d have left in a state such as the one he was in last night then it wasn’t good business. Meaning it’d perk him up for you to visit him and calm down his anger during the day, even if it was only a chat to rectify his emotions.

🍺you’d gotten yourself dressed without a second thought, inly to do a double take and head right back into the house when you felt the sweltering temperatures outside the from door.

🍺you’d rummage through your clothing chest, struggling to find anything suitable for such an occasion, used to the drizzly cool downpour of the indefinite English winter.

🍺then you spotted it; the sundress

🍺Arthur had gone mad for it last year, and it was forgotten about at around Christmas time when it was way too cold for attire like that, but now was the perfect opportunity to wind him up again.

🍺and you were in a teasing mood after the way he’d slammed the front door shut and made a crack in the mahogany.

🍺so you’d slipped it on, it was a lovely shade of pink; baby pink to be exact. Arthur loved that colour on you, made him forget all his troubles and appreciate his woman for a while - especially when he couldn’t get his hands off you. So, giving yourself a once over you spritzed a bit of the expensive perfume Thomas had kindly gifted you the Christmas prior, the one you knew Arthur liked the smell of, and headed out the door.

🍺you decided to stop by the bakery on the way to his office, the bakery with the young cashier who had a large crush on you who Arthur absolutely despised, and you knew it’d get him even more rilled up knowing full well that you’d been in that dress, had leant over the counter while the young lad stumbled over his words and explained what was in every one of them, let you sample the one that the lad knew full well was your favourite, and gave you it on the house with a tip on the hat and a kiss on the hand.

🍺yeah this was turning out to be a pretty good day.

🍺so you waltzed through the building, little spring in your step as you greeted all the turning heads who watched you as you walked.

🍺you knocked on his door “fuck off” and you opened it “sorry Arth, thought you’d want some company” you say in the shyest voice you could manage to muster. His demeanour immediately changed when he heard your voice, his posture settled but when he looked at you his mouth ran dry.

🍺”brought you a bun” you say, taking it out of the bag you’d brought and knew full well he looked at the branding on the paper packaging. His jaw went slack. “Fuck me love, y’tryna kill me?” He asked, taking his cap off his head and shooting his head beneath it. “What do you mean, darling?” You asked, feigning innocence, heading to his desk as you placed the treat in front of him. “You know fucking damn well what. That bastard dress is back again” he says, grabbing your waist with calloused hands to bring you closer to him and he looked you over.

🍺”wearing the nice perfume too, ain’t ya love?” He asked meekly and you nodded “warm day and I couldn’t find anything else. Saw how quickly you’d left his morning so I thought I’d bring you something to eat” you say with a small, innocent smile as you stroked his cheek. He swallowed hard, eyes unwillingly shifting from you to the pastry on his desk.

🍺”y’ve been to that fucking bakery, ain’t ya?” He asked, gritting his teeth “well it’s your favourite-” “and that little bastard was serving wasn’t he?” He asked again, eyes narrowing “who? Daniel-” “yes fucking Daniel that little cock rocket who thinks he can get in your knickers that’s who” he seethed.

🍺then it dawned on him. “And he saw you in this fucking thing” he growled, bunching the pink material in his hands as he huffed “m’sorry Arth. Didn’t think” you reply. Liar. “Nah I think you knew. Knew to tease y’old Arthur didn’t you?” He asked, thumb drawing small circles into your waist. You replied with a small smile “I knew it! Y’little minx!” He chuckled, shaking his head.

🍺”well!“You exclaim, taking his hands and prying them from your waist as his face dropped “I’ll leave you be. Enjoy your pasty. Love you.” You say, turning to make your leave and he almost growled.

🍺”where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He asked, standing up after you as you walked back through his door, failing to suppress your smirk. He pretty much sprinted after you, grabbing you roughly and throwing you over his shoulder to turn right back around and into his office. “Got all I want to eat right fucking ‘ere. You ain’t leaving this office in this bastard dress” he promises, slamming the office door behind the two of you.

John🥃

🥃bold of you to think you’re even leaving the house with it on.

🥃he’s not like his brothers, he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye unless Tommy was literally at the door screaming for him, and even then he was quick to reassure you before he sprinted out the house.

🥃no he liked to wake up with you, especially now there were too many kids to count running around the house.

🥃he liked to wake you up with little kisses, grab you at the waist and pull you back into bed if you tried to leave, brush his teeth beside you in the bathroom, help get the kids ready, pick your outfit, and let you tie his tie which usually took a good half hour between all the songs he’d sneak in.

🥃gave him a sense of homeliness.

🥃a bit of normality.

🥃today was no different, he’d woke you up with little kisses, rolling you to sit on top of him, legs either side of his hips as he repetitively kissed you as you giggled and tried to rise for a breath.

🥃”mammy I’m hungry!” A voice came from the doorway and you saw your agitated son pawing at his pyjamas as he looked at you desperately. “Fucking kid interrupting. About to fu-” John mumbled quietly before you were placing a hand over his mouth with wide, warning eyes. He smirked at you. “Alright mate, I’ll come, leave your poor mammy alone” John answered, finally managing to pry your hand away. “Thanks daddy” he says, giddily, as John reluctantly placed you back in bed and rolled out, chucking a shirt on and turning back to you. “Don’t move” he says, wagging a jokingly warning finger at you and you laugh “yes sir” you salute and he smirk.

🥃”right c’mon mate.” John says, grabbing your son and slinging him onto a piggy back to go grab him something to munch on.

🥃you practically jumped out of bed to go grab the new sundress that you bought last week, you hadn’t shown John yet and decided that today was the day you were going to wear it, especially now you had the quick couple of minutes of peace alone.

🥃”right, little’uns eating his breakf- fuck me” you spun around to look at your husband and smiled “what d’y think?” You ask, “g’i us a twirl” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. You did as he said and pivoted around, showing how the dress spun with you.

🥃”it’s a sundress” you say “I can see that flower” he replies, walking up to you to have a good feel of the fabric, gliding his hands from your upper back to your waist as he pulls you into him “y’can’t wear tha’.” He says simply and you giggle “why’s tha Johnny?” You ask and he raises his brows “that little name tells me you know goddamn why gorgeous.” He says “y’cannea wear it cause I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands off of ya.” He says, quickly turning to slam the door shut before picking you up and dropping you on the bed, climbing on top of you and leaning in to kiss you hungrily.

🥃you move to take the dress of and he shakes his head “now, now whole point of this dress is that it’s easy access now, ain’t it?” He hums “leave it on I’ll work around don’t you worry ‘bout me.” He says quickly with his tongue protruding to lick his dry lips as he looks you over.

🥃he dips his head under the hem of the dress and eats you like a man starved. “Mammy! Daddy we’re ‘ungry!” You hear from beyond the door and John stops his movement to come back up for air and clamp a hand over your mouth to stop the sounds coming out of it. John huffs, frustrated but clears his throat. “Harriet darlin’ can you reach the milk?” He asks after a minute “I can da’.” Her little voice replies “Toby can you reach the cereal?” “Uh-huh” the other retorts. “Great and Charlie? Bowls and spoons?” “Yeah I know where they are daddy!” The little one says “perfect. Harriet want you to get the milk, the big ‘un I’m not having you using up the fancy shit your mam bought from Camden. Y’here me?” He asks “yeah dad” “Toby, grab the cereal and Charlie get the bowls and lot.” He instructs “okay!” The collective voices come out. “Hannah need you to make sure it’s all gone to plan, alright hon?” He asks “sure thing” then you hear the patter of feel heading down the stairs

🥃”and I swear to god if any of you little shits make a mess y’ll all be up for the fuckin’ high jump!” He announces loudly, before quieting down and turning back to you “where were we?”

🥃and then when you’d finally managed to pry him off of you, he begrudgingly let you wear it “don’t forget we’re going to Alice’s garden party.” You say “what?” He asks, noticing how you’ve dressed all the kids appropriately “y’ain’t going looking like that flower” he says “I sure am. Come in you lot! In the car!” You say, ushering him out the door

🥃he managed to sneak you away one or two times at the party.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie’s just as bad as John

🥊cannot keep his hands off of you

🥊”’m takin’ y’ to Bonnie Gold’s fight.” Your brother said walking into the room “wear summot nice, that dress I bought you” “why?” “Just get dressed” you nodded at Tommy, not opposed to visiting Bonnie Gold any day.

🥊”is his sister coming?” Bonnie asked his dad hopefully and the man smirked “why?” “J’st wonderin’.” “Yeah well keep y’eyes on the prize” Aberama told him “she is the fuckin’ prize” “try keep y’hands off of ‘er until the fights over, yeah?” He asked and him and Bonnie just shared a knowing smirk.

🥊you put on the sundress Tommy had bought you the other week, deciding it was a nice enough day to have a breeze against your skin, plus you had a pair of lovely shoes to match.

🥊so you rocked up downstairs, dress on and ready to go and Tommy just gave you a once over “poor lads gonna have a fuckin’ heart attack” John said, laughing “shut up John” you reply, as he opened the door to the car for you, offering his hand to help you up. “You look nice” Arthur commented with a raised brow “damn fucker better win this fight”

🥊”Bonnie” Thomas nodded as he entered the building, followed by his brothers, you at the back with John who’d strung an arm over your shoulder. “Mr Shelby” he nodded at him, but was clearly distracted. “Don’t you worry, Bonnie. She’s right ‘ere.” Tommy says, moving out the way for John and you to come into his view. “Hiya, Bon.” You smile “hiya flower” he manages to muster.

🥊yet, his breath had caught in his throat at the sheer sight of you. Your gorgeous face, hair done up nicely, and a fucking milkmaid dress. Some lovely sundress that other men didn’t deserve to see. Bonnie’s jaw clenched.

🥊”right, we’ll leave the two of you for a minute. Aberama, let’s chat” Thomas said, leading the others away “if he tries anything come and fuckin’ find me.” John said, looking Bonnie over once with narrowed eyes before strutting off after the others.

🥊Bonnie smirked looking at you “y’look lovely” he said quietly, approaching you “not too bad y’self Bon” you giggle as his hands wrap around you, leaning down to kiss you gently. “This fuckin’ dress. Y’do it on purpose?” He asks and you crease your brows “do what?” You hum and he sighs “I guess you’re not beautiful on purpose are you darlin’?” He grins, grabbing your hand to drag you into his changing room and lock the door behind you.

🥊he picks you up and you squeal with a laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you against the door. He slips his hands under the hem of the skirt and holds your thighs gently.

🥊”this fucking dress” he says, chuffed that he managed to slip his hands all the way up to settle on your waist and you just smiled at him. You could feel him toying with the waistband of your panties and you laugh “Bon we’ve only got ten minutes!” You giggle and he sighs “guess we’ve got to be quick then, ay sugar?” He asks, undoing his trousers and just merely pushing your panties aside.

🥊you lean your head into the curve of his neck, muffling the sounds erupting from your mouth and muffling them with his bear skin and he slid in and out of you. “God ‘m so fuckin’ obsessed with you.” He groaned “y’know what this makes me think of?” He asks and you shake your head in question against him. “Makes me think of a mammy. What a mammy should wear when she’s pregnant ‘nd can’t get into nothin’ else.” He mumbles. “This wha’ya were tryna do t’me?” He asks “tryna get me to make y’a mammy? Cause it’s working darlin’. So well.” You whine at his remark.

🥊and when you both finish you try to pull up from his shoulder but he holds you firmly in place “Nuh uh. You dress like a mammy y’become one” he says and you can’t help but smile at his statement. Eventually, he unwraps you from his waist and lets you down onto shaky legs. A knock comes at the door “five minutes, son. Get your hands wrapped” you hear Aberama say to him followed by leaving footsteps. You smile up at him “c’mon I’ll wrap your hands”

🥊you pull him to where the wrap is, sitting him down on the bench and standing between his legs as you work on protecting his hands.

🥊He was being extremely difficult

🥊trying to wrap a man’s hands when all he wants to do is have them under your dress is an extremely difficult task as he kept groping at your skin rather than letting you work. “D’ya want your hands wrapping or not?” You ask with a huff and he smirks “would rather be doing somethin’ else.” He shrugs, but lets you finish. And when you do he pulls you into a tight hug, leaning against the fabric where your breasts were constricted.

🥊”Bonnie, c’mon lad it’s time” you heard your brother say from beyond the door, knocking on it thrice (sausage roll video lol)

🥊Bonnie groaned from under your dress (you didn’t know when he’d managed to snake his way back under there) but you grabbed his hand and yanked him from his seated position to standing; pulling him towards the door and unlocking it to take him to the ring.

🥊Bonnie pulled the hand that was dragging him, sending you flying into his chest with a force that nearly winded you as he gave you one last kiss. “Bonnie! Go!” You giggled, pushing him away and towards the ring, taking a stand beside your brothers as the match began.

🥊The rounds went by painfully slow for Bonnie; regardless of the fact that he was winning - but in reality it was only a good few minutes of pure fighting.

🥊then when the match was finished, he waltzed over to the Shelby family like he owned the place and offered a blood-filled grin as it dripped down his chin.

🥊”well done Bonnie lad.” Tommy said, lighting a cigarette. “Cheers Tommy.” He replied, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. “Didn’t y’get some money f’this match?” John asked, lighting his own. “Nah he’s got his own trophy right over there” Tommy replied, nodding at you as they all turned to see you chatting with Bonnie’s father.

🥊”just do us a favour” Thomas told him and Bonnie immediately nodded “marry her.” “Don’t have to tell me twice, mr Shelby.” Bonnie told him with a chuckle, heading to grab you to resume your activities.

Isaiah♟️

♟️haha.

♟️again, bold of you to assume that you’re getting fucking anywhere with that thing on.

♟️feel like it’d be a black sundress, one with frills on the sleeves.

♟️you’d gone for a walk with Finn, Tommy having told you both to fuck off for a while while they dealt with some deeper business; so a stroll around seemed to be the choice at hand.

♟️eventually though, Finn had gotten distracted by a sign you’d read that said ‘pretty women here shilling for a good time’ and left you to fend for yourself, opting not to follow your twin into the whore house, yet you weren’t in your own company for long, feeling a cap placed on your head and an arm around your shoulders.

♟️“Hey pretty, what’re you doing all alone?” Isaiah asked, as he feel into step with you, but came to a sudden halt almost lurching you back. “And who let you wear that?” His eyebrows raised as he looked you over. “Why what’s wrong with it?” You asked “nothin’ nothin’. J’st don’t understand why it’s not on my bedroom floor” you smacked his chest and giggled “Isaiah!”

♟️”y’shouldnt have been let out wearing this, love” he said, backing you against the wall of one of the nearby buildings. “Well I was with Finn” you reason “hmm? And where is Finn now?” He asks, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing you to look at him.

♟️”in some whore house” you mumble in reply. He scoffs “some brother”. Then he starts again “why don’t we turn my house into a whore house and get that dress off you and into my room?” He suggests and you roll your eyes “such a way with words”

♟️”y’look fuckin’ insatiable” he says, leaning down to kiss that sensitive spot on the crevasse of your neck. “Dunno how I manage to keep my hand off you most of the time, doll” he shrugs “and in this? Fuck y’not gonna be walking anytime soon”

♟️you laugh at him “you wish peaky junior, now I was enjoying a lovely walk before you came along.” You hum, pushing him back by the chest and he scoffs “I’m a Shelby I can fend for myself” you shrug “not while I make you a Jesus.” He retorts, smirking like he knew he’d won. “Whatever, Isaiah” you say, calmly walking away

♟️he laughs loudly, running after you “c’mon Mrs Jesus we’ve business to attend to!” He announces, swiftly placing a hand onto your chest and pressing you back against the wall, lifting you up and placing hungry hands under the hem of your dress “Isaiah!” You scold, “not here!” He rolls his eyes “fine”

♟️and he places and arm under your knees and one to support your head as he carries you bridal-style back to his house. You clutch at his suit jacket and squeal at his action, holding on for dear life until you got to his home.

♟️did not wait until you got to the bedroom

♟️defo had his way with you against the door once it’d been firmly slammed shut and locked

♟️and on the sofa

♟️and the kitchen table

♟️and then bedroom

♟️(you never took the dress off)

♟️and eventually when you’d decided Tommy was probably done with his important business you managed to coax a begrudging Isaiah to the Garrison with you, who’d initially planned to keep you up all night with him but instead you were heading to a pub instead of his bed; which you’d end up in later anyways

♟️”oh she’s alive!” Arthur said sarcastically as you join them, noticing your presence and subsequently you noticed Finn’s. “How long did you last? Two minutes?” You asked and he scoffed “fuck off” “and of course I’m alive, I’m fine. It was Finn who left me alone!” You say, blame bombing your twin who looked at you with evil eyes.

♟️then Isaiah popped his head round “plus I wasn’t alone I was with Isaiah” you say matter-of-factly and Finn grits his jaw “what’ve I said about staying away from my fucking sister you fucking scrubber” Finn growls, landing a pent-up punch to Isaiah’s jaw who stumbled back slightly. “Didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout fucking her did ya?” He retorted and then he was running for the hills with three brothers sprinting after him.

♟️”men.” Polly said with a roll of her eyes

Michael🎱

🎱he wouldn’t be here nor there

🎱loved how it looks on you

🎱but hates the fact that other men see you wearing it.

🎱he makes heart eyes when he sees you in it, believing it to be the typical dress of a wife and mother; so it pretty much feeds into his delusions.

🎱the only time it saw the light of day in public would’ve definitely been when he’d been courting you. When he’d been invited to some garden party of a rich aristocracy down southwards.

🎱what Tommy failed to mention was that the Capitalist had a daughter a few months younger than Michael, of whom was extremely well spoken, and ridiculously pretty.

🎱he’d obviously weaselled his way over to you and the rest was history.

🎱and of course, history tends to repeat itself.

🎱again, you were heading to a garden party: Shelby arranged this time around, to show your initial family that the marriage between yourself and Michael was going well and therefore Tommy’s expansion to a more wealthier estate was worth the investment.

🎱”I’ll meet you there darling, business to take care of.” Michael had told you that morning while adjusting his collar, allowing you to help him straighten the tie you had wrapped around his neck. “Okay” you hummed, he always loved how you’d never pried.

🎱in reality he was off to see a man about a dog, in other terms; kill a man. Kill a man who’d been eyeing you up like a fucking slice of meat the evening prior. Eyeing you like he wanted to eat you like a man starved, as if your husband didn’t have a firm arm wrapped around your waist and oversized number of carats around your finger.

🎱even had the nerve to try talk to you, had groped at your ass and Michael covered your eyes with one hand while he clocked the bloke around the jaw with the other.

🎱never wanted a woman to see him fight, especially his woman.

🎱so he went about killing the man the next day; well he’s probably dead by now. He took his cap calmly to the man, beneath that bridge by the canal, castrated then blinded the man and left him struggling on the ground, having a couple of lesser known Peaky men surveying the area for the rest of the day to make sure no aid was to come to him, and when his struggling stopped they were to sort his body out.

🎱you made your way to the garden party independently, having worn a darling sundress; white and pristine and freshly pressed, accompanied by a sun hat and some subtle shoes; conservative enough for Michael not to complain that you looked like a whore, but skin-showing enough not to overheat in this sweltering weather.

🎱you were there before Michael, embraced by John and given a kiss on the temple by an already tipsy Arthur who was in that sort of mood where a gent gets rather happy when squidgy, it was a fine line with Arthur.. happy to angered

🎱but you entertained him, saying your hellos and greeting the rest of the family you’d married into, patiently waiting for Michael’s attendance.

🎱he was there soon thereafter.

🎱and he was fucking seething.

🎱he took one look at you as his mouth ran dry, grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the garden getting countless opposing arguments from the likes of Ada and John questioning what he was doing

🎱but nothing could soften the red he saw.

🎱how dare you wear that dress?

🎱practically threw you into the car, you’d never seen him this upset, let alone have it take it out on you; his loving, doting housewife of whom he trophied for every mistake he made, initially he thought you were his punishment from god.. sent an angel for a devil to take care of. But he’d gotten the hang of switching into a loving husband the minute he returned home

🎱but tonight was different

🎱”Michael, darlin-” “how dare you?” He seethed and you silenced yourself “pardon?” “How many fucking times have I told you you’re not wearing this fucking dress in public, hmm? And you wear it around my fucking horny cousin?” He growls and you don’t know how to reply “he looks at you like you’re a fucking piece of meet, sweets.” He tells you, finally looking at you

🎱”undressing you with his eyes. Watched him myself.” “John has a wife-” “John hires prostitutes. Y’think he’d be a better husband?” He asks, knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel harder “no-” “no. Cause I’ve never hired a fuckin’ prostitute since we’ve been together, and I work hard for you, y’know. Got no where to take my anger out cause I love you so much.” He says and despite the harshness of his words your heart swells.

🎱”killed a man for you and I show up to you actin’ like a fuckin’ whore?” Your mouth opened agape and he chuckled darkly “think I didn’t kill that bloke? Think I’d leave him safe? Nah, not with my missus I wouldn’t” he confirms, placing a hand on your leg as he speeds back home.

🎱he stops the car and doesn’t move for a minute.

🎱”listen to me very carefully, flower. I’m going to change my bloody shirt, and you’re gonna go upstairs, lay on the bed and wait for me. Yeah?” He asks “yeah o’course Michael.” You say as you get out the car

🎱”and leave that fuckin’ dress on!” You hear called behind you.

Finn🎞️

🎞️Finn is just horny 25/8 icl.

🎞️doesn’t know what does it for him about that dress, but it does something.

🎞️it was a hot day, and the family was in some beer garden, Arthur already off his head drunk and the brothers just enjoying one another’s company after successfully ridding the threat of a rival family, the head now dead and the rest cowering to surrender.

🎞️Tommy told Finn to bring his lady friend, the one who worked at the bookshop along, decided it was time to meet the family, and so he did.

🎞️waltzed into your little hole in the wall, grinning as you peered your head around to see the customer who’d caused the door’s bell to chime, and you broke out into a mighty smile just as he did, him opening his arms for you to rush over and into a bone crushing hug.

🎞️even shared a sweet kiss as he said a gentle “hello pretty”

🎞️he noticed the dress you were wearing was new, initially not noticing it as he was too caught up in admiring you. “What’s this? Is it new?” He asked, taking your hand to spin you around. “It is” you grin, allowing the white flowing material to spin as he made you “it’s lovely” he says, noticing something about it but he didn’t know quite what.

🎞️”why are you here?” You hum with narrowed, suspicious eyes as you leant your chin against his dress “aren’t I allowed to say hello to my favourite girl?” He asks with a smirk “yes but I can tell there’s something. A look in your eyes.” You say and he sighs, defeated “party at the Garrison” he says “when?” You ask “right now” he says and you laugh “Finn I can’t just shut shop at 12 oclock on Thursday!” You say, as he reaches into his pocket, throwing ten whole pounds onto the counter “Finn! Where did you get that much money?” You gasp “don’t worry bout it. Enough for you to close?” He asks and you scoff “I can’t accept ten whole pounds, Finn” you tell him “sure you can cause I’m not having it back” he shrugs, pulling your hand to coax you out the door “okay fine!” You surrender as you relent, allowing Finn to pull you out the door and in turn, you lock your door behind you.

🎞️then when you showed to the party, you were greeted by tipsy cheers and hellos as Finn introduced you to his family, Polly and Ada immediately dragging you away to have a separate conversation as they question you about everything to which you giddily go along with.

🎞️John came to stand with Finn, where he was stood still; drink in hand as he watched you interact with his family. “What’s up, Finn?” He asked, nudging him with his elbow and Finn finally broke out of his trace to smile at his brother. “Nothin’.” He shrugged. “Can’t be about your missus, y’head over heels for her.” John said, and Finn immediately raised his brows in panic “no! no! Nothin’ like tha.” Finn said, shaking his head. “Then what is it?” John asked, looking at you, trying to figure his younger sibling out.

🎞️”dunno. It’s summot about that dress” Finn said, eyes raking over you as he tried to figure out what it was and his brother chuckles “easy access, mate.” John said and Finn creased his brows “y’what?” “Sundresses mate, fuckin’ kill me. Easy access innit? Don’t have to even take the dress off” John told him matter-of-factly, necking the rest of his beer in one. Finn’s eyes darkened and John couldn’t hold in his laugh at the realisation that Finn had settled that that was what it was.

🎞️John claps him on the back “if y’wanna sneak off I’ll cover” he said, but by the end of the sentence Finn had already started after you “cheers, mate!” He said to John “sorry, stealing her” he said to Polly and Ada against their judgement, dragging you away from the conversation and into the Peaky office inside the Garrison.

🎞️you giggle at his actions as he locked the dork “what y’doin sill?” You ask “party’s outside!” You say, as he picks you up and holds you against the door, dropping his hands for them to head under the hem of your skirt “right, ‘nd I’ve just figured out that this dress is driving me fuckin’ crazy” he says “you’re fuckin’ insatiable” he says “d’you even know what that means?” You ask and he shrugs “find me a dictionary later or summot.” He says

🎞️”what’s up with the dress” you ask, as he undoes his trousers “easy access innit?”

Aberama🌞

🌞Aberama is a cultured bloke

🌞by that I mean he’s had many a trips around the sun, and in that time good women are few and far between in his opinion

🌞so regardless of you being substantially his younger, he was positive that you were the woman for him and therefore he had to have you.

🌞recently you’d moved into his vardo with him, having left the urban life behind.

🌞he’d woken up one morning to the sun blaring at him through the unclad opening of the vardo, stretching his arms above his head in a mighty yawn, almost certain it was almost midday by this point; especially after the long trek they’d had to get to this sight the night prior.

🌞he reached his arm over, but the spot in the bed was cold and empty, a lone spot where you should’ve been laid. He creased his brows, shooting up in bed to a sitting potion, realising that you were no longer in the vardo at all.

🌞he groaned. Damn you and your early rising tendencies.

🌞he rubbed his eyes and pulled on a pair of undershorts, smirking at the remembrance of the night prior once you’d arrived. He popped his head out of the doorway, looking left and right but curiously not being able to find any trace of you.

🌞he climbed down the steps and placed his hands on his hips, walking around the side of the wooden structure towards the lake that trickled slowly downstream. And that’s where he found you:

🌞his gorgeous bride.

🌞he’d always told you that he never expected you to conform to the traditional gypsy wife role, never needed you to bear him any more children or do the cooking or cleaning. Hell, you could lay around all day doing nothing and he’d look at you with the same adoration he always does. He didn’t even expect you to want to live in a vardo, yet you’d shown up with a bag and a smile when offered.

🌞 yet you refused, you demanded to help. Demanded to conform. You would cook the rabbit he’d kill (given you’d been a bit sick at the initial sight of it). And you’d kill his clothes, paying no mind to any blood shed on it.

🌞you were knelt against the river bank, ringing some clothes out you just washed then placing them into a small wicker basket, in a dress he didn’t quite recognise.

🌞”what y’doin up, sweetheart? Thought I told y’to relax today” he started, beginning towards you. Your head spun and those wide, innocent doe eyes gleamed back at him “had a big journey last night. No good f’little girls to be working the day after” he said, matter of factly with a stern look.

🌞”just wanted to get these clothes washed” you mumble, placing the final garment in the basket. “And what’s this you’ve got on, hmm?” He asked, as you look at your clothes “oh it’s a dress” “Mm I can see that, darlin. Just never seen it before” he tells you and you stand to give him a little spin. “My sister bought it for my birthday” you said and he grunts, gently grabbing your hips to pull you into him and sway you back and forth along with the breeze, dancing to nature’s music.

🌞”well y’know what these dresses are?” He hums and you shake your head, placing both hands on his chest. “These dresses are the kind that mammys wear. The kind you’d wear when they’re all pregnant and swelled up with little babes.” He says, accusingly. “Kind that little wives wear that are asking for a hiding” he warns

🌞”didn’t mean nothing by it, abe. Just thought it was nice” you admit and he smiles “I know you did, princess. Just an innocent little flower y’are.” He shakes his head.

🌞”but y’ve seen the other mammys around the camp haven’t you? Seen how they’ve dressed. Think you know what you were doin’ to your old man” he teases and you shake your head “m too old to be a da’ y’know. Way too bleeding old. Punishing me ain’t ya? Just asking for a little’un” he tuts and you giggle as he picks you up bridal style and carries you back to the bed where he’d began

🌞”Aberama! The clothes!-” “Can fuckin’ wait” he grunts “got a little’un to put in ya first” he says, dropping you onto the bed and lazily flipping up your skirt to do what he did best.

🌞make your skin fucking crawl.

[nickneedsablog]

so i spent all night coming up with headcannons for the batfam so i decided to share some of my favs(this is also a non-hero au that im planning/working on, so they're just a rich family with mental illness)

bruce only wears pajamas unless he absolutely has to go somewhere. he usually wears stretched faded v-necks and fleece pants that have his favorite sports team logo on them

dick is the only one who looks like he could actually be bruce's kid

dick also only watches youtube veterans like smosh and gmm, with the occasional 'day in the life of (various martial artist and gymnasts)

jason has and pays for his own apartment, given it's a shitty rundown one bedroom apartment, but it's his and he's really proud of it

jason's eyes are hazel, most definitely

jason absolutely loves movies like clueless and heathers

tim definitely had a hero-worshippy crush on jason(until he tried to kill him)

tim was on the robotics team in middle school

the front bottoms was tim's number one artist on spotify wrapped(father was his number one song)

damian has heterochromia in one eye, a marbled blue and green while his other is just green

damian has a thing for stray animals, once he found a bird with a broken wing and forced alfred to help him nurse it to health

the family as a whole celebrates chrismukka, mostly cause bruce is jewish and all of the batbros never got to experience the true-to-the-movies christmas

like i said bruce is jewish but dick is romani, tim and jason don't follow any particular religion, and damian is kinda a mix between muslim and jewish, he follows the muslim diet but follows many jewish triditions

lastly while most of the family has a tense relationship with one or more of each other, they don't hate each other

[bluegarners]

Hi!! I was wondering if you had any Talon!Dick headcannons :)) By the way, I LOVE your writing!!!

Ahhhhh thank you sooo much, darling anon!! That means so much to me 🥺💙

Now, I’m unsure if I’ll be doing this correctly, but I do believe I have a few head-cannons! Here goes~

As Talon, Dick is often mistaken for being a meta-human with flight like abilities. He still subconsciously uses his acrobatic abilities in fighting, the famous quadruple flip giving him away, and his “Flying Grayson” origin and knack for flinging himself off tall buildings gives the illusion that he can fly. If he hurts himself after landing from leaping from tall buildings, it doesn’t show because of his tolerance for pain and his healing abilities, adding to the illusion of flight where no such thing exists

Dick is highly competitive to the point of bordering obsessional. Perfection was everything to the Court, and if one did not succeed flawlessly, than it was considered a failure, no matter the outcome. When he is rescued from the Court and introduced into more familial settings, Dick subconsciously competes with everyone to be the best at everything, including, but not limited to: fighting (there is no such thing as sparring, if he is swept off his feet, then he is a failure opponent; arguing also falls into that category, but he always ends up feeling worse when he feels like he’s won), target practice (darts are the Batfams least favorite boredom game because of Dick’s uncanny and unnatural ability to be so precise [he once pinned a mosquito to the board standing twelve feet away]) , memorization (no one likes to play card games with him either because he knows exactly which cards have been played and also likely knows the cards everyone else is holding), baking (he once tried to out-do Alfred and it was then that Dick experienced his first failure when it came to baking a scone; his always came out too hard), and pranking (he studies everyone very closely, looks for the very thing that ticks someone off, and when challenged, he is merciless in pursing the perfect trick to annoy them for days but leave no lasting harm)

Dick was trained to understand people and how they work, think, and plan. He understands human flaws and weaknesses probably more than anyone else, purely because he himself is so deeply flawed and recognizes this. However, he was never taught how to interact or understand animals. The first time Titus licked his hand, he spent hours researching what it meant (he was too confused and embarrassed to ask anyone because he knows that isn’t normal) and was left stunned for days when he came to the conclusion that it meant affection. When Alfred the cat leaps into his lap and purrs, and he again looks up what this means, Dick is overwhelmed at the undeserved friendliness he is receiving. As a Talon, Dick had had to earn everything in his life, including trust. He had never been given that without having to do something for it. Now, Dick takes every opportunity he can to keep that trust the animals have placed unto him (see: buying and feeding them treats, brushing their fur, giving them gentle affection)

Dick has great interest in things like skin-care appliances. The Court had only ever allowed him a bar of soap to wash the blood away, and he had never truly needed anything else, but when Steph gives him a bottle of lotion because “his skin looks ashy enough to make snow”, he finds he can’t stop lathering himself in it. His skin has always felt rough to the touch; callouses formed over the years of labor and hilts of sharp blades in his grasp. After a week of usage, Dick marvels at the fact that his hands feel soft. It is the first time he has ever thought of himself as being anything but hardened and ruined, and bath & body works quickly becomes an online shopping favorite

Sometimes, Dick forgets where he is. He’s still adjusting to “normal life”, outside and away from the Court. The Court was easy in the way that he never had to truly expect anything new. He walked the same hallways, the same rooms, the same sewer paths all his life; walls bare, plain, and white with only his reflection and the screeching cries of the Courts victims to decorate it. So, when he moves into the Manor, visits the Cave, and sees each wall covered in mirrors, pictures, clocks, trinkets, and little ornaments, he memorizes each placement and finds his way from there. But on cleaning days, when Alfred reorganizes, or when something gets broken and removed, Dick gets lost within his own head and searches in vain for land-markers and tells he was sure was once there. He knows that Bruce’s bedroom is down the hallway with the double mirror and portrait of a woman wearing deep blue, but how can he be sure when the portrait disappears one day and is replaced by a stool and some flowers? Surely he must be confusing things because Tim’s study is right across from the library door, which is always open and has a brass doorknob, but is that really true when the door with the brass handle is actually closed? There are two sets of stairs, one that leads into the kitchen and one that leads out to the back of the Manor, but Dick can’t tell the two sets apart anymore because the banisters got polished and he could only tell which was which because the one to the kitchen had a scuff mark on it from when Damian slid down its railing once. On those days, where everything and nothing is the same, Dick sits down in the middle of the floor and waits for someone to find him. Whoever finds him, and they always do, always look sad. He can’t quite understand why, but he’s just happy he’s not lost anymore

Every time Dick dreams, he feels the strong need to tell someone about them and keeps a journal to help him remember them. Because of the electrum serum administered to him since he was young, the element largely took care of every human weakness Dick ever had, including the physical need to sleep. The Court only ever took him out of cryo when he was needed to assassinate, and even then, every waking moment was spent training, learning, and traveling from place to place to do the Parliament’s bidding. When he is rescued, and for the first time ever given the choice to just sleep and do nothing, Dick dreams for the first time. It startles him because the dream felt very real, almost like a memory, but it’s horribly difficult to recall and he panics because memory-relapse and loss is scary when he knows he’s supposed to recall things perfectly. Jason ends up suggesting that Dick to keep a dream journal, as he too has trouble remembering what is a dream and what is a memory; the Lazerous Pit and being dead certainly did things to the brain surrounding remembrance. It helps to ease his anxiety, even if writing down “nightmares” (as everyone calls them) leaves him feeling worse than before

[acemapleeh]

usa, DHJSW? or idk thats many letters so you don’t have to do them all but im curious—love your headcannons!

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

No secret that he likes being in control and dominating in the bedroom. What's more hush hush is how much he enjoys being on the receiving end. It would take a lot of trust and some time for him to open up about it though. But once it's out, he'll ask for it more often. He's very vocal when he bottoms, whether that be to being pegged or having a real cock thrusted into him. He really loves when the control is taken from him, when he's forced face down in the pillow or up against a wall. Point these things out to him, he secretly loves being embarrassed and slightly humiliated.

He's also really used his status as a nation to have sex in places the majority of people don't even as access to. He keeps all the locations to himself, maybe snickered at his brother how he did someone in the Oval Office during business hours.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Alfred cares about his looks a lot so he keeps himself regularly groomed, even if he's not expecting company. Well shaved but not completely smooth. His hair is darker than that on his head, leaning to a light brown color.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Honestly not as much as people might think. Sex really isn't something that's on his mind that often. He's too preoccupied with so many of his other hobbies, work, and passions. It's a nice wind down after a stressful day though. It's also the years and years of masturbation of being instilled in him as a bad thing that prevented him from fully enjoying himself for a long time. He goes through phases of not really touching himself to it being the only thing he thinks about all day and is eager to get home to take care of it though doesn't always wait for that.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for hours. Be it, there'll be some breaks but they're more of a courtesy for his partner than for him. It's a mix of him being impatient, young, and pent up. If it's an average night with a partner he's familiar with, he'll usually go for two or three rounds. If there's been some considerable time since they last slept together, expect a minimum of four or five. Granted, some of those are shorter than others due to the fact it's been a while since he last got off and it's fairly easy to get him to finish.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Unironically will do the whole "save a horse and ride a cowboy" while wearing the get-up. The hat stays on during sex but the chaps he'll give his partner the choice. Will tie his significant other up and really one of the few times he'll have the patience for teasing. Makes them stay on all fours for him and is really interested in roleplay. Little rougher than normal but he'll break character when he gets close to coming, totally loses his composure and goes back to being a soft service top.

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim Drake headcannons?

He regularly sneaks Kon, Bart, and Cassie through his bedroom window. Alfred pretends not to know, but makes extra food “in case anyone is hungry”.

Kate brings him Justice League merch in exchange for funny pictures of the family.

One time Tim, Duke, and Cullen got locked in a science museum after closing. They survived the night by sleeping in the Omni theater and eating freeze-dried ice cream sandwiches from the gift shop. 

The best-kept secret in the family is that time Tim stole Dick’s ID, got blackout drunk, and wound up at Jaime Reyes’s house in El Paso.

Tim earned Damian’s full respect the day he stopped in the middle of an important mission to help a mouse caught in a trap.

He and Harper are Hot Topic buddies.

Tim is the only person who knows Babs’s Starbucks order and she’s the only person who knows his.

Cass and Tim play a game where they shout “I AM BATMAN” whenever they see a spare batarang lying around Gotham and the slower one has to pick it up, no matter how gross or out in the open.

Tim and Steph like to make pancake art together.

He sometimes purposely breaks or loses his gear near Jason’s safe house as an excuse to go there and spend time.

Tim held Carrie the first time she watched Toy Story 3.

His first patrol as Robin, Tim fell asleep in the Batmobile and Bruce carried him to bed. He does it every time, still to this day, because it’s one of the many things Jack Drake didn’t let him have as a kid.

[kimberly-spirits13]

Right Hand Man (Loyal to the End) Pt. 9 (Final Part 😢)

Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Synopsis: You were like Talia’s daughter. The only thing was that you weren’t and instead, you had grown up in the foster care system and at a young age were taken by and personally trained by Talia. Along the way, you meet Damian and the two of you start to work side by side and eventually, after some time become closer and closer. However, when disaster in the league strikes, you face balancing an old, forgotten life as a normal child and the burden of right hand to the demon heir.

Note: I know that this is long and that there are a good number of time skips, but I didn’t want to make this into a series and just wanted it as a long fic because .... well because I can lol

Also, I didn’t want to have Damian so young in this so just go with it. I’m thinking maybe early 15 or almost 16 at the most. Idk I just don’t like writing for young Dami.

Warnings: mentions of blood, injury, almost dying, pit madness, angst 

Word Count:1285

Masterlist for Series

After Alfred removed the pipe that was in your stomach you started bleeding heavily. No one was ready for it and the amount of blood made it hard to work. Damian looked over and saw you bleeding out on the table and went into panic mode. He jumped up and started looking through your belt for something.

        “Damian- what are you...” Your eyes went wide as he pulled out a small glass of liquid, “You’re not going to do what I think you will are you?” You groaned.

        Talia had allowed you to have a vile of the pit just in case something happened and you needed to use it on Damian. If it was injected, it would be stronger so you always carried the proper supplies for it.

        “Pennyworth, a moment?” Damian pulled him to the side once you weren’t totally bleeding out, “She’s going to die isn’t she?”

        “Master Damian I- yes, she will die if something else isn’t done. I do not know what can be done.”

        Damian sighed, “We have to inject this into her, where ever the wound is. It’s a vile of the water from the pit. She has it to use for me, but, she needs it now.” “I’ll hold her down.”

        “Why ever would you have to...” Alfred thought about it before a long look came over his face, “I understand. Right away then.”

        Damian walked to you carefully, knowing you had an idea of what was to happen.

        “Dames, please don’t.” You whimpered.

        “Beloved, I know you hate it but it has to be done. I’ll be right here for you the entire time, you won’t be alone this time, I promise.” He said taking your hand in his, “Just let Pennyworth do this quickly and it’ll be over faster.”

        “Damian no!” You started crying, “Please not this, just let me die, please!”

        “Y/N, no you have to just listen to me. I’m right here, the entire time.” Damian said after Alfred put a hand on his shoulder.

        He pulled you to his chest close and held your hand as Alfred injected you with the stuff. Damian knew it would work, he just didn’t really know about what would happen to you after that. The issue of the pit’s madness might not be one here, however no one was entirely sure what an injection of it would do. He knew shortly after though.

        You screamed and cried into his shoulder almost not being able to breathe.

        “Make it stop please!” You begged, “It hurts, please!”

        “Beloved I’m right here.” He said, “I’m not leaving you.” A few minutes had passed and he knew from past experience that you’d be back in just a second. That didn’t make it easier. As you came off of the hallucinations and pain, you were silent. The silence was the worst part. It was like after all of that, you went into autopilot now just trying to figure out where you were and how to get topside. The sudden mental change was all too familiar but instead of waking up alone and in a cavern illuminated by the light of the pit, you woke under florescent lights that had been dimmed and a figure holding you tightly after Alfred had left. Your hands immediately found his hair and with the comfort and familiarity, your heart rate dropped to something normal instead of rushed.

        “Dami?” You blinked a few times, “Is it over yet?”

        “Yes beloved.” He said looking up, eyes puffy with tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry beloved, I just, I can’t... I don’t know what would happen if I didn’t have you with me.”

        “It’s okay Damian. It really is this time.” You sat up clutching your side some, “Doesn’t mean it won’t hurt for a little bit though.”

        “Here, let me help you.” Damian helped walk you upstairs to his room and wash your hair. With the number of wounds you had to have dressed and cleaned, you didn’t need a shower, just the rubble and dirt out of your hair. He pulled up a stool in front of the sink and held your head up and he washed the hair.

        You didn’t really know what to do or say, so instead you just sat back and let him take the lead for once. After drying your hair enough, you went and sat on his bed, him sitting behind you. He took sections of your hair and started braiding them over and over again.

        “I thought I was going to lose you Y/N.” He said, “You’re so stubborn.”

        You scoffed, “You’re one to talk demon.”

        “That is true General.” He remarked, “What you did was truly remarkable though.”         “I had to do it Damian. She was around the same age I was when I was brought to the league.” You said.

        “You should’ve seen the look on the mother’s face when I brought her back. She was so happy to see her.”

        “Well, at least if anything happened, a family would not have been lost tonight.”

        Damian didn’t respond, you knew he couldn’t because while he knew you were right, it pained him to think of you leaving him.

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        It was a few days later, your wound was healing rapidly probably just to leave a scar and sun was finally shining onto Gotham. Damian was out with the guys not of his own free will though. You were sure that when he got back there would be a ranting session about the dramatics of it all. Alfred had a day off right now and the rest of the family was gone. For the time, it was just you in the large house left alone to roam around as long as you wanted. With that silence and peace however, was an interruption. A knock at the door came and when you went to check, nothing was there but for a parcel sealed in wax addressed to you.

        You looked around knowing it was Talia’s writing and nodded before walking back inside and heading for your bedroom. Once sitting at your desk, you opened it up with the small knife you kept on you. Unraveling the letter that was set atop the actual package, you read it.

General Y/N,         I send this letter as an update to the league. Nothing has changed as the last one has arrived to your doorstep but for the slow process of filing through recruits once more. The attack was assisted by an inside source which is now being handled as seen fit. As for you, I have heard the news of your recent relationship with my son. I give you my blessing to continue, seeing as I have anticipated this for an extended amount of time. I also write this as a thank you for your recent near sacrifice. You have lived to my expectations dramatically and I see you were the right fit for this position. As such, I have obtained a second vile of the pit and sent it to you as a token of my gratitude.         Sincerely,         Talia al Ghul

      You smiled reading the letter before in code writing the important parts down in a leather journal you kept locked in a trick door on the third drawer of your desk. With the actual letter, you burned it in the fireplace which was already going. And with the ashes of the letter, you knew that this was the start of something new. You watched the rest of the letter disappear into the rest of the ashes and then headed outside for a walk in the sun, letting go of all of your issues for even a few moments of serenity.

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GUYYSS I’m so sad that the series is over 😭! I loved writing this series so much and I really hope you guys enjoyed it too! I’m planning on making some headcannons and spin off one shots for it that I’ve thought up of and I wanna play more on the singing part cause I’ve developed more for it. Anyways... I’m starting a new series or smt I think cause I miss this series like Algebra misses its x

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Christmas Eve

Batboys Headcannon

What’s it like to spend Christmas Eve with each of the boys?

Prompt List // Masterlist (in bio)

Dick Grayson

  Christmas Eve at Dick’s apartment is magical. The extravagant decorations are up, music is soft, presents are wrapped neatly under a perfectly sized tree. There’s no obligations and no worries, aside from the annual ball of Bruce’s that you’ll attend the next day. But even that isn’t until the evening.

  Christmas is his favorite holiday, right above April Fools and Valentine’s Day. He’s thrilled to spend it with you, and even more so when you agree to stay the night before, which is arguably a separate holiday of its own.

  He pours you a glass of eggnog and a mug of hot chocolate, and then you huddle up on the couch beneath a red and green striped blanket to watch every Hallmark Christmas movie ever made.

  At the end of your marathon, you exchange small gifts. It’s a tradition you’ve upheld for the past three years, and he certainly isn’t about to let it go. Sometimes it’s a cozy pair of socks you become obsessed with, sometimes it’s a new pair of pajama pants he scarcely takes off, and sometimes it’s giant box of candy you both end up emptying before New Year’s.

  This year, it’s a snuggly, ugly sweater from you, and tickets to a ballet the next day from him.

  Then, you move to the bedroom, dragging that red and green striped blanket with you.

  You slide under the covers with him, curling close to keep out the cold that thin window panes do little to defend you from, fully intent on getting to sleep at a decent time.

  Alas, as seems to happen every time you lay down in hopes of sleeping, you end up lying awake until nearly midnight, chattering about old memories of snowflakes and shining wrapping paper and evergreen trees.

Jason Todd

  Jason Todd, as hard as he tries, doesn’t have a lot of spare time.

  He’s either in his dark office, out patrolling, or off in some part of the world farther from home than you’d like for “work”. Any spare second he does have is spent making it up to you. You don’t mind. You’re busy enough with your own masked duties and a day job.

  Even through the holiday season, you’re both a bit lost in blue screens and odd phone calls.

  Thus, Christmas Eve is typically spent putting up a few cheap decorations and wrapping simple—albeit thoughtful—gifts all while listening to age old Christmas movies.

  This year, you ended up spending Christmas out of Gotham. A safehouse somewhere in New York City. It was shabby and a little odd smelling, and you didn’t have a TV.

  So, you lit cheap candles to chase off the smell and set up your laptop on the coffee table. Jason griped and groaned about having to bring your single, fully packed tote of Garland and lights and other odds and ends of red, green, and gold. But around eight o'clock, you found him fussing over the little tree you’d propped up in the corner with a bowl of water.

  “Even the Charlie Brown tree and a bulb on it,” he argued. “At least you can have some lights and these little ornaments.”

  You let him do the tree himself. You always do. You trust him with the handful of childhood decorations you kept. He didn’t have much of this through his childhood. Even with Bruce, the tree was set up and decorated while he was asleep.

  When the living room is finally finished, and the tote is empty, you settle down on the couch with a glass of wine each to finish the playlist of Christmas movies.

  This year, you fall asleep with heavy eyes settled on the modest pile of presents wedged under the tree that barely reaches your waist.

Tim Drake

  For as long as you’ve been together, you’ve spent both weeks of Christmas and New Years at Wayne Manor. Partially because Bruce always has a place at the table for you both, and particularly because Bruce always needs help with the holiday mugging and minor theft.

  The manor is always decorated perfectly to the heavens for the holidays. All you and Tim bring into the house, aside from your bags, is a few presents. Though secretly, Tim’s been bringing some of your hand-me-down family ornaments to be sure they make it on the tree, on an endtable, or anywhere else he and Alfred can find a safe, subtle spot.

  You always carry on your family’s tradition of ruining the kitchen on Christmas Eve. Sugar cookies, pineapple cookies, peanut butter balls, coconut rockers, mint brownies, and half the kitchen’s contents all strung about the wide counters of the huge kitchen.

  You always get your cookies made, but true to tradition, most of the ingredients end up all over your clothes, the floor, and somehow the ceiling. And once, despite every manor of logic, the roof (a story your family loves to hear at every gathering. They lose it every time Ace plunges through the window, even though they’ve heard it a thousand times).

  Damian is never sure how the baking gets done. Every single time he strolls past or pops in to steal a few fresh made goods, you’re singing loudly and off key while Tim guides you around in some sort of messy ballroom freestyle. He doesn’t say anything, because you’re always grinning, and he’s always laughing, and the cookies are very good.

  Once all the cookies are finished, and rationed, you steel upstairs to clean up and slip into pajamas.

  You always finish the night off with delicious dinner and warm fireside conversation with his family, and this year isn’t any different.

Damian Wayne

  Typically speaking, you’re more inclined to stay in all night and most of the following day. You aren’t close with your family, and he finds his own a bit overbearing when all in one building.

  Though, they drop in separately, throughout the evening. They have their own plans, most of the time, but they always seem to find time to stop in and say hello, and merry Christmas, you hermits.

  You don’t do gifts. Since you were childhood friends, you’ve never exchanged gifts on particular occasions. You decide it just isn’t all that practical, with all the money you spend of one another on random days through the year. Though, you always join forces to tackle the long list of family he has to shop for and the never-ending stream of Christmas cards from and to your family.

  Christmas Eve is a lot of movies. And some baking, but mostly movies. You’ve both worked hard to make sure you both had the extra time to take a week long break, so you’re both exhausted. By movies, we mean sleeping on the couch all day, you on top of him (and a few times, him on top of you), with holiday movies playing in the background.

  You can’t count the number of times you’ve cracked your eyes open, still bleary and half-witted, to find his droopy, tired eyes sparkling as he smiles so sleepily at the dumbest Hallmark romance tropes. You never comment, never speak of it. You merely close your eyes again, and drift back off to sleep with dreams of sugar plums and fairies and your Ice King (a name he earned over a triumphant feast following a won snowball fight with his brothers last year) and his glittering cold crown.

  That evening, when you’re both wide awake, you sit down with glasses of wine and a holiday puzzle with more than 1,000 pieces. By the time you finish, you’re mumbling words to Christmas songs that you aren’t sure are entirely correct, and he’s laughing loudly about it.

[emoryinaboat]

How about headcannons for Lithuania x nyo-Canada as a couple? It's my current obsession. Thanks!!

Okay wow now that I think about it-

- You ever heard of winter academia? Now you have, and these two embody it. Big sweaters, sitting in the library with a (frankly ungodly) pile of books in front of them for hours on end, cups of tea by the fire, the whole lot.

- Tolys is very good with hair and is in charge of cutting and styling most of the ex-Soviet's hair even to this day. This translates to his relationship as well, he likes playing with Madeline's hair and a lot of the time he gets the job of styling Maddie's hair in the mornings.

- Madeline always for gets to wear her glasses so Tolys always has to hand them to her as she rushes out the door.

- Both Alfred and Amelia flirt with Tolys around Madeline to antagonize them. Maddie has pushed them both off the couch with her foot many times.

- Madeline snores like Satan and has the most amazing bed hair in the universe. She wakes up a disoriented tangle of blonde hair and mascara that she forgot to take off.

- Madeline likes taking photos of Tolys. Sometimes Tolys is prepared, but her favourites are the candid shots where Tolys is being a complete dork, she has a few videos of Tolys humming and doing his little 'cleaning bop', as Maddie puts it.

- Tolys' cleaning bop happens when he's wiping down the kitchen benches and get so immersed in whatever song he's humming that he starts doing this little dance where he shifts his weight from one hip to another and moves his shoulders and head along with it, all the while still wiping. He isn't aware he does this. Madeline thinks it's the cutest thing in the world.

- The best days are the lazy days where they just stay in bed half the day and when they do leave the bedroom, it's for food and coffee and Madeline is draped over his back wearing an oversized flannel and some bike shorts and then once they finish eating in the kitchen they immediately go back to the bedroom to continue the cuddles.

- Madeline's house is a modern cabin with thick woods around the back of the house. Tolys and Alfred have horror movie nights, despite both of them hating horror. Tolys is very, very paranoid when staying over at her house because you can see the forest from her bedroom window and his brain always goes in the direction of a psycho killer coming out of the woods.

- Sometimes Tolys will whip out the worst pickup lines imaginable and Madeline just goes quiet with this pained look on her face while Tolys basks in his newfound romantic abilities. Maddie has clocked Alfred on the head many times.

- There are moose that sometimes appear a bit into the woods behind Maddie's house. Tolys is absolutely terrified of him while Maddie is out fawning over them. Madeline hasn't told him about the few times bears have come up to her back porch because she knows he'd never visit again.

- Madeline is a firm believer in the good ol' "maple syrup in the snow, scoop that shit up, gourmet dessert right here" trick. Tolys has witnessed this and thinks it is very strange.

- They sleep starting with Madeline on top of Tolys' chest with his arms loosely around her waist or in her hair and waking up half sprawled over eachother with their legs tangled and arms probably over each other's faces.

- Tolys is ticklish but Madeline does not tickle him because random touching on his sides is a big no no. Madeline is also ticklish but Tolys shows a fair bit less mercy than her.

- If Tolys is really engaged in something while on the couch, like reading a book or watching some movie, and Maddie wants attention, she will go behind him, flip her head over in front of his so her forehead is against his and her hair is completely covering his face. He always laughs and pulls her into his lap.

[gobydana]

Hi idk if you are up for it but could you do a HC for a batsister that is basically left out of the family bc she isn't a vigilant or something like that. I just need sadness.

Sadness and batsister? Why you have come to the right blog. Grab a cup of hot tea and a blanket cause I got a story for you. Also if you are wanting to read  more of me causing batsister to suffer, you can read my other fics:  Have You Ever Cared, 13 Beaches, Batsister Poison, This is What Makes Us Girls

Edit: I saw after writing this that you wanted headcannon but ummmm well I got carried away. I hope you don’t mind a story instead.  I can do a headcannon still if you want. Just let me know. 

Silence was a sound that Batsis had long since associated with the manor. Yet the silence held so much knowledge. Knowledge that no one was home yet down in the cave where she never ventured. Knowledge that what was once was a manor filled with genuine laughter, children running around, and the Wayne families would be no more. Knowledge that instead of a home the manor became a place of meeting not an escape from reality. Knowledge that she was left out of all of it. 

It had been this way for as long as batsister had come to live as a child with them. Her mother nor her father constant figure. Bruce gone for the Batman duties or for Wayne Enterprise. The same force that would pull her bigger and younger brothers away, even her sister Cass. Her memories of the place being big and empty. First through the eyes of a child and then through the eyes of an adult who long ago lost hope of it changing. 

Alfred long ago stated a rule of no work at the dinner table, a rule broken many times. When she was little, they did try. It got harder as she got older. Talking about people in capes she never met or battles she never saw. Teasing of Dick’s lastest girlfriend she would know nothing of. Tim’s gadgets she never saw work in the field. 

Alfred tried to keep in her the loop of family happenings, but eventually she told him no worries. The small, sad smile she gave him told the old butler more than she ever could. He could see the hurt behind her eyes of being left out, exclude. It wasn’t that the family didn’t try, but any good attempt often failed by calling elsewhere. Games missed because Two Face wanted to take over the city, parent teacher conferences abandon due to an emergency meeting.  

Just as Batsis hide her pain, Bruce hid the failure he felt he did as a parent. He wished many times to have been there when he needed her, but Gotham was the mistress that often called him away. Soon her absent yelled through out the manor. Her spot at the table long gone cold. The small child who smiled when he had some time gone. The sad face she would give as a child gone as well but this time it was glance of long time disappointment. 

Maybe that’s why he was surprised of all things the day he was home alone in the manor, recovering from injuries that he found her in the manor grounds. She would often not come by anymore, just on special occasion like Christmas, her birthday dinner for Alfred, and Alfred’s birthday. Yet here she was on her own free will standing there looking at a big oak tree. 

He came up behind her, her body giving away she could tell he was there, but not turning around to greet him. Instead she just started talking not once facing him until the end. 

“Memories are a funny thing you know. Some things stick and one can never forget. Yet others stick with us. My past birthdays are a blur, don’t remember graduation much, but this dumb tree. I can remember being eight and standing next to this tree. This stupid tree. I waited all day, it was a Thursday and I had one overalls with a pink hammer. We were suppose to build a tree house. The lumber sat there, only thing missing was you. You promised me no matter what we would build it that day. Guess you didn’t plan on Superman needing you. The sun went down and Alfred told me go to bed. You were gone so long and injuried, he couldn’t bring himself to lecture you. The lumber sat there and got wet in the rain. I remember after that I could never hold you to a promise. Dick and Jason were both around then, they saw the lumber get wet and moldy but too busy to help. That hammer sat in my bedroom, even now it’s still there all pink and glitter.”

As batsister turned around, he saw hurt that lingered there for far too long. Hurt he caused and his family. The very family that had abandoned them claiming they were needed elsewhere, even though there was an eight year old waiting at home who needed them. He went to talk only for her to hold her hand up to stop him. 

“I don’t want excuses, I heard too many. I am here to tell you I adopted a little girl, she is four. It’s just her and me, but I am going to do my best to give her the life she deserves. If you are going to be grandpa mirroring the father you were to me, please don’t come. I don’t want her to know the same hurt I did. 

With that she turned to leave, Bruce letting his daughter walk out and just maybe out of his life. He sat down on the ground and stared at the tree. He wish he could blame the tree, but this time he had no one but himself to blame. He sat there all day wishing he could change time. He did know one thing, he was not going to make the same mistake twice. 

[eiswolfzero]

Top 10 batflash headcannons...GO

Oh boy, I haven’t thought of hc in a long time. Let’s see if I can even get to 10:

Between the both of them Wally is doing better at “staying professional” on missions, Bruce hasn’t figured out why yet

There comes a point where they fight like a well oiled machine. Like, Bats throwing a Batarang, it hits his target and then he gets it back from Wally at some point during the fight.

When the criminals from Gotham realized Flash’s more and more occurring appearance they thought it would be a good idea to kidnap him. They don’t do that anymore

Alfred and Wally constantly fight over Wally’s laundry. Alfred wants to do it bc Wally stays in the Mansion. Wally wants to do it because he can do it himself

Bruce keeps bringing food to Wally when they’re in the Watchtower. It might seem like random food but it’s usually stuff he needs more (like more fat or more sugar)

Sometimes Wally sleeps in Bruce’s bedroom alone bc he totally gets the other’s obsession about keeping Gotham safe (he doesn’t get that it’s that big of a obsession but as long as he’s allowed to sleep while the other is out, it’s fine)

At the same time Wally does manage to make Bruce relax a bit more. Stay in at some nights or go home earlier

They’re not allowed on Monitor duty together (I’m thinking about an ff here and I reread it from time to time haha)

Wally is an honorary Bat and belongs to the family (thought I usually only have those ppl up to Damian in mind. I have barely encountered other’s from the Batfamily, sorry)

....nothing comes to mind ahhh

[mr007pennyworth]

Alfred Duty - Headcannon

Alfred has always feared the kids would dismiss him as an old man if they knew he was disabled. Bruce has always known, Dick and Jason both finding out about Alfred’s leg when Bruce had told them Alfred was in the hospital having surgery's done to fix the pain problems he was having telling them the story he'd learnt when he was nine.

With every new adoption and finding he was getting less and less required as he got older, Alfred became more and more shy of using his cane to walk and found himself making himself worse but still persisted to show he could handle the day to day of the manor pain or not. If he was out where the kids, and Bruce for that matter wouldn’t see him he, the cane would become a common occurrence. 

Timothy had been told by Alfred personally what had happened to his leg in sharing trauma stories after the boy had sort him out late one night after a bad patrol.

It was one day with a raid on the shopping center that Alfred just happened to be in the middle of, that things had to change. A bomb and a mugging with someone recognizing him as Wayne's butler, Alfred had been sent to A&E and the family had rushed to his bedside from every direction. 

Unconscious and with Bruce too emotionally compromised to speak at the shock of almost losing his ‘father’, Jason had been left to explain to the extended family about the ambush in Afghanistan and demanded to know why Alfred hadn’t been taken care of better by his family?! 

Bruce apologized and admitted he’d never bother to mention the situation to any of them properly and that from now on they would have to take care of Alfred as much as he took care of them. 

Alfred had been upset to find out at first that all the family now knew that he had a ‘weakness’ but Dick, Jason and Tim wouldn’t allow him to dwell on it, reminded the butler that he was a retired veteran and they should be grateful to some extent like Bruce had been, that Alfred had saved Thomas Wayne's life else they wouldn’t have the cushy life they lived now. They wouldn’t have been adopted by a billionaire because Bruce would have never been born. Bruce granted Jason access to the house on the authority that he demanded he was allowed to come and see his ‘Pa’ and that he had every right to take care of the man that had cared for him whether he and Bruce and the family were talking or not.

A few weeks into being home, Alfred found he had a fancy new recliner chair in both the living room and his bedroom, a new walk in jacuzzi bath with seat lift so he wouldn’t require any more help to get in and out, as well as consistently gifted new canes, comfy trainers, loafers and a personal physio therapist by the bat kids. Jason dubbed Tim his second in command of ‘Alfred duties’ to make sure others in the house were making sure both Alfred as well as Barbara after the shooting were checked on every day by someone in the family and that Dick and Jason who lived out of the house would take shifts in staying on weekends to give Alfred have a quiet evening instead of cleaning while everyone else was on patrol. 

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Alfie Solomons headcannon! Wanna see what happens when he shouts at the reader and makes them all upset and it turns all fluffy 💖💖💖💖 thanks! 💖

Hope you like it!!!

It's not your fault at all

He'd been dealing with bad, tiring people all day

When he came home you informed him that you'd accidentally left the door unlocked

Someone had broken in while you were walking Cyril

And stole some slightly valuable stuff that was on show

The really valuable stuff was all well hidden

His temper had been building all day and he just ended up yelling

You missed most of it because you were just in shock

You've never been good at confrontation

So you just start crying and run away to lock yourself in the bedroom

Cyril quickly follows after you but not before growling at Alfie

He stares after you in shock

Mainly in shock that he would even yell at you

But also that his own bloody dog just growled at him

He's secretly pleased that Cyril with protect you against anyone

He instantly feels awful

He walks up to the door and knocks

"go away Alfred"

Okay, that one hurts

"darlin' I didn't mean it, it's just been a stressful day. I'm sorry. Can you open the door? Please?"

You get up and unlock it before throwing yourself back into the bed

He walks through slowly, as if he's scared of spooking you

Cyril is curled up next to you in the bed

He gets up though when he realises that Alfie is no longer a threat

Not that he ever actually was

"I didn't mean it. Everyone forgets things sometimes, it's not your fault. I'm sorry"

You don't protest when he climbs into bed

In fact you turn to face him and bury yourself into his chest

"I'm sorry I forgot to lock the door"

"it's not your fault, we all forget stuff, yeah? I shouldn't have shouted"

You spend the rest of the evening just cuddling in bed

Send me a headcanon

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Tim Drake for headcannons

BLESS YOU. I love him and will talk about my boy always. As with Damian, the hardest thing will be teasing out headcanons that I don’t already have plans to write fics around!

Headcanon A:  realistic

Tim has a tumultuous relationship with noise. Like Bruce’s relationship with Talia, there is only love or hate with no in-between. His house growing up (not his home, never his home) was always so quiet. If his parents were around, they were sleeping. If they were awake, they were sequestered in separate parts of the house, not talking to him or each other. His house was entombed with silence.

When they were home, he let it lie. He had learned long ago that it wasn’t worth the trouble to get their attention. Best to stay quiet and out of the way. When the silence grew too stifling, he would place headphones over his ears and blast music.

When they were gone, he filled the house with noise—the chatter of the television, the bass-thumping roar of the stereo, the whirr of the mixer and the blender, the sound of his own voice, talking aloud to no one but his own thoughts. He would wrap the cacophony around him like a thick woolen blanket, shielding him from the echoing chill of the empty house.

But that was noise he could control. Accustomed to silence and solitude as he was, Tim has a difficult time dealing with the chaos of the Manor. When it was just he and Bruce and Alfred, it wasn’t too bad. In fact, in those days of brooding, broken Bruce, the heavy silence in the Manor was too familiar for comfort. But now with the Manor full of people, both residents and frequent visitors, Tim can find himself battling for balance.

He needs the silence to think, to breathe. On a normal day, the noise is bearable, only just. But there are days when Tim is tired. Stressed. Underfed. Weighted by expectations and responsibilities. And he can’t handle it. Many times, he snaps something sarcastic or frustrated and disappears. No one is particularly concerned. It’s just Tim, perpetually running-on-fumes Tim. He’s fine. But it’s also not uncommon, if one should bother to look, to find Tim squirreled away in one of the dark corners of the Manor, hidden behind layers of doors, or crouching down in the Cave, as far away from the others as he can get.

Once, Bruce found Tim huddled in the shoe alcove of a guest room, a nook inside the closet, inside the bath, inside the bedroom—shielded by door after door after door after door and at the end of a long, seldom used hall. Tim had his eyes closed, his breathing heavy. Bruce didn’t ask. Instead, he sat next to his son in the silence and waited.

The next day, a pair of industrial noise-cancelling headphones appeared on Tim’s bed, along with a note scribbled in a distinctive, hurried scrawl. Go when you need to. Come back when you can. You were missed.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Not hilarious, per se, but lighthearted.

Tim paints his nails. Honestly, Stephanie started it. They were slumming around the Manor one night, complaining about school and life and Bruce, and she finished her own nails and started painting his. Tim had officially been awake for far too long and didn’t even notice, not until he finally got some sleep and woke up to find his nails painted a charming pale lavender.

He kept it up, because he liked the aesthetic, because he liked keeping his hands busy, because he liked being purposely different from the others, rather than different in all the ways he couldn’t control and couldn’t change.

He’s not particularly good at it, even with lots of practice. He still makes a mess and floods his cuticles and touches the polish too early when it’s almost dry but still smudgeable. But he likes it. And he blushes only a little when Cass—and sometimes Dick and, once, Jason—asks him to do theirs.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

The first time Dick saw Tim cry was Tim’s first birthday after becoming Robin. Tim had been sporting the domino for a few months now and doing a bang-up job, Dick had to admit. They were still more tentative acquaintances than friends, what with Dick living in Bludhaven and Tim’s natural shyness, but Dick was determined to form a bond. He appreciated what Tim meant to Bruce, the role he was playing in both their lives, and he understood what a special kid Tim was. More importantly, Dick was determined not to make the same mistakes he had with Jason.

It had taken surprisingly little arm-twisting to get Bruce to agree to a tiny party for Tim’s birthday. Maybe it helped that the crowd truly is tiny—just Bruce, Dick, Alfred, Babs, and Tim’s friend Stephanie. Maybe it helped that Bruce was also thinking of past mistakes. Making it a surprise party had also been Dick’s idea. Who didn’t love a surprise party? They didn’t even need to invite Tim over. He always came by after school to run through case files with Bruce. They could just wait in the dining room and surprise him when he walked in. (Well, Dick, Alfred, Babs, and Steph could. Bruce could look on impassively.)

It might have been okay if Alfred hadn’t been doing some deep-cleaning in the parlor that day. Or maybe not. Maybe Tim would have always jumped to the wrong conclusions. Maybe the eerie silence in the Manor would have been enough, but the dust covers over the furniture, the pulled drapes, and the silver boxed for cleaning certainly hadn’t helped.

Tim called Bruce’s name as he walked through the Manor, his voice becoming more uncertain with each step. When he walked into the dining room and they shouted “Surprise!”, Dick had expected a jump, maybe a little scream, maybe some embarrassed laughter. He hadn’t expected Tim to burst into tears. Hadn’t expected the tears to continue, for Tim to sob so hard that he bent over, then knelt with one hand braced on the floor, the back of his other hand pressed to his mouth as he desperately tried to stop.

Alfred had taken firm control, ushering Dick, Babs, and Steph out the far end of the dining room as Bruce hurried to the boy. As the doors swung shut, Dick had caught the gasping, hiccuping explanation.

“I thought you’d left. I thought you’d left me.”

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Tim didn’t know Bruce was alive. He didn’t have a feeling. He didn’t have a clue. He just couldn’t face the idea of losing the one person who meant more to him than anyone else. Even before Bruce was Bruce, he was Batman. He was consistency. He was safety. Tim couldn’t face a world without that. So he kept pushing until reality bent to his will. Bruce Wayne, alive, pulled back by Tim. 

(Tim so rarely sets his mind on things, rather than bending to the weight of what is and must be. Given the power of his results, that’s probably for the best.)

Drop me an ask with a character name and an indication that it’s for the headcanon meme, and I’ll give you four headcanons following the above four prompts! Yes, you can give me a character I’ve already done if you want more about that person.

And you can follow all my answers at the tag “headcanon time”.

[gobydanamasterlist]

Batfamily

Headcannons

Throwing A Pool Party 

Movie Night

Mattress Surfing

Batkids Getting In Trouble

Bringing A Pet Into the Manor

Tim and Damian Playing Chess

Things Said at Wayne Dinner

Batgirls

Video Game night

Mystery movies

Gala with the Wayne’s

Social Media

Batgirls at Museum

Batgirl’s introduce their S/O

American Ninja Warrior

Don’t Think About It

You don't get in trouble for lying

Batfamily Bedroom

Bilingual Batfamily

Patrol Bored Adventures

Weird Food Combos

Detectives Tim and Duke

Amazing Quotes from the comics

Meeting Deadpool

Trying to get Alfred's Fingerprints

Batgirls sleepover

Wayne Family Pet

Selina and Damian with Stray Cats Halloween Costumes

Batboys finding out their s/o is pregnant

Spooky Halloween Case

Damian without Dick

Training

Fundraising

Hide and Seek At The Watchtower

Trying to Make Alfred A Cake

Time To Rake The Leaves

Popping Knee Back Into Place

Reason Batkids Get Grounded

Intersex Sibling

Worst Cooks in America

New Family Member With Magic

Fics

Wayne Kids Favorite Rooms

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the heart for the ship thing for kara and dick

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Send me a ❤ and a ship and I’ll answer these questions about them.

Dating:

Where was their first official date? Motorbike ride to the circus

What is their favorite date location? The movies or Dick’s apartment.

How many dates before their first kiss? The first date.

Who asked who out first? Kara asked Dick out, he could’ve but he liked seeing her squirm and flustered.

How many dates before they considered each other a couple?  Almost instantly really, The chemistry has always been there.

Friends:

How many mutual friends do they have?  Almost all, because you know JL.

Which one of their friends is most likely to get in between an argument between the ship? Probably Alfred. 

Which one has more friends? Dick?? Maybe, I dunno

Which one has introduced the other to more people? I feel like Kara would want to show Dick off.

Did they start out as friends and made their way to a couple, or were they a couple almost right away? Friends first, but flirty crush type feelings.

Arguments:

What do they argue about the most? Dick’s mortality and rash decisions.

How do they usually solve their disagreements?  Dick is a softie and just aims to please so he’ll compromise.

Do they argue a lot or not very often? Not often.

Who admits to being wrong more often? Both are pretty good.

Sex:

Who is more likely to initiate sex? Dick, he’s a whore

Do they prefer to do it in a bed, or do they prefer a chair, or perhaps the shower?  EVERYWHERE.

Do they practice any kind of bdsm in the bedroom at all and if so, what kinds? Unsure but Dick likes bondage and dominance stuff so probably! If Kara wants it.

Who’s usually more dominant in the bedroom? Dick.

Lights on or off? Either

Do they share any kinks? Unsure but most likely since Dick loves to be nasty with basically anything

Does either one have any kinks that they don’t have in common with the other? Potentially, Dick likes alotta things

Have they ever had sex anywhere public before? Yes, lots

Who would be most likely to suggest bringing in a third person and who would that person be? Maybe Dick? But probably not.

Cuddling:

When are they most likely to cuddle? Anytime, or at least Dick likes to everywhere.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle? Anywhere.

Who’s usually the big spoon? Dick

Do they cuddle often? Yes, DIck is a big soft boi.

Marriage:

Are they married?  No but Dick would want to get married at Wayne Manor potentially, since that’s where they met.

If married, who proposed to who?  If not married, who would be more likely to propose to who? Dick

If they are married, which one moved in with the other?  If not married, who would be more likely to move in with the other? They’ll live together long before they were married.

Children:

Do they have kids?  If not, would they consider having kids? They don’t but Dick wants them.

How many kids do they have?  If no kids, how many kids would they want to have? As many as Kara wants.

What are the children’s names?  If no kids, what would they name their kids?  Unsure

Random:

What are three random headcannons you have about the ship that are not related to romance or sex? 1. Dick tosses and tuns in the night if she’s not there.  2.  They eat A LOT. 3.  Dick uses her beauty products.

Which one is more likely to suggest getting pets? Dick

Which one eats more snack foods? Both

What is their favorite movie to watch together? Moulin Rouge.

What are your three absolute favorite things about this ship?  That they both adore each other, and Kara is so present and focused on him because of their history.

What is one thing you don’t like about this ship? N/A

If you had to rate this ship on a scale of 1-10, what would you give it? 10/10