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fleur-de-violette · 9 months

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Saving the middleman

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Dick had offered Barbara to hang out with him and Damian. The afternoon seemed nice until it turned into a kidnapping. Until Dick wouldn’t wake up. Until she and Damian had to cooperate to get all of them to safety.

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This is my third fic for the DC out of the shadows event, by @holyserverbatman following the prompt: Barbara being badass in her wheelchair. Warning for kidnapping, head injury, fight and Damian’s debatable training. I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you’ll enjoy it!

“Gordon!”

Barbara grumbles and tries to push her pillow on her head. Why is someone waking her up so early? Is that Damian? Why is Damian waking her up?

Why is Damian waking her up? That is not normal. Why doesn’t she remember going to sleep? What happened?

Dick had called her for an outing with Damian. They went to the movies, got ice-cream and then…

A black truck. Too many men to fight off, let alone while keeping their secret. And then…

Nothing.

Bruce is never going to let them hear the end of it.

She blinks. She’s in a cell with Damian just above her. Dick is laying down on the other side. They are all locked up together, but not tied up. Clearly these people underestimate them.

“I’m up,” she says, pushing on her arms to sit down. Without surprise, her wheelchair is gone. She hopes it’s somewhere in the building and not destroyed.

“What happened?” she asks.

Damian looks at her for a second or two before answering, “we were ambushed. I wasn’t dosed with a drug dose as strong as you two, which is why I woke up earlier. I guess they didn’t account for my… resistance to poison.”

She nods. “Dick?” she asks. He hadn’t moved at all since the beginning of the conversation.

“He took a blow to the head,” Damian explains. “I tried waking him up, but I couldn't.”

She bites her lip nervously. They both know how bad it is. Head injuries have the potential to become really bad really fast, especially on someone who had gotten shot twice in the head. Dick had done miraculously good so far, but the thought that every time his head takes a hit could be the last had been weighing on them for a while now.

She crawls the few feet that separate them to check on him herself. Sure enough, there is blood matting his hair. He’s breathing, which is a relief, even if it’s a little fast to her liking. He doesn’t react when she tries to call him or shake him gently. Not that she was expecting him to, given Damian’s report.

“Father is going to send help,” Damian says. He’s terrified, she realizes. He’s not Robin, not even the grandson of Ra’s Al Ghul, here. He’s just Damian Wayne. Just a child whose big brother and most important person isn’t waking up. Might not wake up for a while, if ever. And this is terrifying.

“Yeah,” she says. “He will.” But this will take time. Time Dick might not have. He needs medical attention, and he needs it now.

“Hey,” she says to no one in particular. “He needs a hospital. You can keep us, but you have to let him go. He’s no use to you dead, isn’t he?”

No answer. She hadn’t seen a camera around, so there is a real possibility that they just let them without any surveillance. Like she thought: underestimating them. With Dick out of commission, they probably think a child and a disabled woman are harmless.

They couldn’t be more wrong.

“We’re going to have to get out of here,” she tells Damian. “We can’t really afford to wait for help.” And by that, she means Dick can’t afford it, but no need to worry Damian any further. Something tells her he understands anyway.

The kid looks at Dick, and then at her, eyes wide. “I can’t carry you both,” he says.

“I promise, you won’t have to.” If it comes to it, she will crawl out of here. But something tells her it won’t. These people underestimate them, but they’re not total idiots. A chair like hers can get them a fair amount of money. They probably kept it as an extra.

She looks at the cell. It’s relatively clean, as far as kidnapping goes. She doesn’t have as much experience as the Waynes in that matter but being the daughter of Gotham’s commissioner, it was always a risk. That, and both Batgirl and Oracle have saved kidnapped kids.

The lock is magnetic. They probably think it’s safer than one with a key, harder to open. They wouldn’t be wrong. It would probably be tougher to open. For anyone other than her, that is. She had seen this kind of lock, twice, while studying some buildings. She’s confident that if she manages to open the small panel on the door, she will be able to open the door.

She leaves Dick with Damian and moves toward the door. She usually has a few knives on her, an old habit from being both the daughter of the commissioner and trained by Batman, but one quick assessment tells her they’ve been taken. Figures. They don’t underestimate them enough to skip the body search.

She resorts to putting her nail in the small opening of the box. It’s glued, not screwed, which is a shame because screws might have been easier.

She curses.

“What is it?” Damian asks.

“I can’t get it open.”

The kid looks at her for a second. “Would a blade be useful?” he finally asks in a small voice.

She bites back a of course it would, trying not to sound too exasperated. Damian is scared, she remembers. And just a child. “They searched me,” she says instead. Surely, they searched Damian, too.

“I, um.” The kid does something with his jaw, and then spit something in his hand. He washes it quickly with his shirt before handing it to her.

She looks at him with wide eyes. It’s a razor blade.

Damian seems very interested in the floor. “They didn’t find this one. Grayson is against me keeping it, but I guess if it saves his life, he won’t mind.”

She nods slowly, taking the blade. She doesn’t want to know its initial purpose. Knowing the league, she can guess easily enough. She feels nauseous at the mere idea of a kid being trained to keep a blade in his mouth. But, she has to admit, right now, this is useful.

She slips the blade between the two parts of the panel. Looking carefully, there is some kind of map on the wall, but she can’t see it well from where she is. “Once I open the door, we won’t have much time before they find out we’ve escaped. Can I trust you to go find a storage room? That’s probably where my chair is, as well as some weapon. Once I have it, we will gain mobility, not to mention being able to secure Dick on it.”

The kid nods, acknowledging her words like a soldier. Something tells her he’s used to even less details on the plan. Working with Batman will do that to someone.

Finally, the box snaps open in her hands. Good. One quick look tells her the nature of the lock: she will be able to open it.

She’s proud to say she had steady hands. Even in situations like this, she keeps her hand steady enough so that she can make fast and precise movement around the wires.

Damian’s eyes are piercing on her, watching her. He’s preparing for the next step, but this is not only that. She knows that look, she’s often the one who has it on her face. He’s learning. And she knows him: he will learn fast. Fast enough to be the next Oracle, if he’s willing.

But she gets the thought out of her head, for now. The door snaps open, and they have to think fast. With the help of the cage’s bar, she gets herself out so that she can properly see the map. Damian on her toes.

“Here,” she says, showing a room on the map. “That should be it.”

Damian looks at her for half a second, probably more time than they can afford to lose, his eyes expressing what he doesn’t say. He trusts her. To take care of Dick while he’s aw ay. To lead him to the right room. To get them out of here. And she’s not going to betray that trust.

Then, he nods, and he disappears in the shadows.

She grinds her teeth. A bad habit, she knows. But waiting is hard, and she doesn’t have access to cameras to look out for Damian, here. She moves back in the cell, next to where Dick is still laying. He had not moved at all during the opening of the door. Thankfully, he’s still breathing in the same way he did when she first woke up. There is not much to do here: the blood on his scalp is already dry, and she has no way to help him without a hospital. She needs to trust Damian. He’s good, well trained, and competent. He will be back.

So, she waits.

And waits.

Time stretches indefinitely, but really, she knows it’s probably only minutes later that Damian appears, pushing her chair in. She lets out a sigh of relief when she realizes it isn’t damaged.

“I couldn’t find the rest of our stuff,” he says. So, no phones or weapons. She wasn’t really counting on it. “They must have taken them to the second floor. I didn’t see anyone either. They just left us in this basement.”

Underestimating them again. This is good. “Good thing we don’t plan on going up. See this large room? That’s a garage.” At least she hopes so. “We’re getting a car and we’re getting out of here.”

Damian nods. “I also found this,” he says, showing a large kitchen knife on his belt. “Not my first choice of weapon, but better than nothing.”

She nods as she gets herself in the chair. “Help me secure Dick on me.”

Damian looks at her with wide eyes. “I can-”

“I need you to clear the path in front of us. It’s safer this way.”

Right now, it’s probably easier for her to carry a -the word feels wrong in her head – dead weight than it is for Damian.

If she had the choice, she probably wouldn’t have moved him without a stretcher, but they really don’t have that kind of luxury. So, instead, they secure him on the chair, his head on her shoulder, and hope they’re not doing more harm than good. But worry takes time, time they don’t have. Their captors might not be on the same level they are right now, but it doesn’t mean they won’t find out they escaped sooner or later. She hopes later, preferably after they are long gone, but she knows that, in that kind of situation, hope is a dangerous thing.

They start moving toward the garage. Despite carrying Dick, she’s still able to move fast enough to keep up with Damian, even if she suspects he’s not at his maximum running speed.

Things are going well.

Things are going great.

Up until there are voices behind them.

Damian turns, but she signals him to keep running. He does. They can outrun them. They will outrun them.

Until they reach the door of the garage, and it becomes clear they won’t.

Barbara breaks. Apparently, the men weren’t expecting that. She tosses her head backward, and she’s satisfied when she hears something crack, followed by a bunch of curses. She doesn’t dwell on it. She knows she can’t fight them all; not without risking Dick’s health. Besides, she has another job to do. The garage door isn’t going to open itself.

Damian seems on the same page, because they switch places, and she can see him getting the kitchen knife out from the corner of her eyes.

She trusts Damian to handle the fight. Instead, she focuses on the code that is locking the garage door. It seems like these guys rely a lot on technology. And this is, indeed, good technology. But, as an expert in tech, she knows one thing: relying too much on it is dangerous. Because there is always someone better than you that can turn your system against you. In that case, the better person is herself.

The door opens and she takes Damian’s shoulder to pull him with her inside the garage before it shuts again. It can’t be opened with the code anymore. She used a simple trick, but it might buy them some time. Not much, unfortunately.

She moves toward a black SUV that doesn’t resist much before it’s opened and hot-wired.

“You drive,” she tells Damian as she secures Dick in the passenger seat. She doesn’t miss the half smile that covers his face. The knife is gone, he’s got blood spots on his hands and the beginning of a bruise is forming below his left eye. She guesses he needs the win.

Just as she shuts the door after getting herself in, the garage door opens. Damian starts the car, and she stretches out of the window to push the emergency opening exit. And then, they’re on their way to freedom. The top of the car scratches on the door, Damian driving way faster than he normally should. But they’re free.

Unfortunately, freedom is hard to win, and hard to keep. Soon, there are multiple cars racing behind them.

Their captors aren’t letting them get away so easily.

“Focus on the road,” she tells Damian as she starts rummaging in the car for anything that can help. It takes her a few seconds to get her hands on a toolbox.

Good enough. She still trains regularly to throw batarangs. Screwdrivers are almost the same things. She looks inside the box. There are three cars behind them, and three screwdrivers. She can’t miss. The good thing is: she trained with Batman. Messing up had never been an option for her.

She opens the window, knowing she doesn’t have much time to aim. If they have guns, they will try to shoot her the second she gets out.

But she’s Oracle. She’s been Batgirl. And she’s fast.

She aims, launches, and feels satisfaction crawling on her spine when the first car makes an emergency stop, one of its tires exploding. Good. Minimal risk of death or injury for these guys, but they won’t be able to pursue them.

The other two cars soon follow the first one, and she finally allows herself to breathe. “Now, get us to the hospital,” she says. They are not far from Gotham, so she assumes Damian knows where he’s going. She won’t be able to truly relax until they reach Gotham’s general, and Dick is out of danger.

If she’s honest, she might not be able to relax until she’s positive the men who took them are safely locked up.

They haven’t made a few miles when they start hearing sirens. Damian curses.

“Pull over,” Barbara says. “They won’t hurt us.”

At least she hopes. Surely, her father’s influence extends here as well.

“Get out of the vehicle,” one of the policemen says.

“Listen,” Barbara tries. “We can explain everything, but you need to escort us to the hospital.”

“Yeah, right, you’ll explain why you have a kid driving and a corpse in the passenger seat on our way to the station.”

Damian opens his mouth, and she cuts him before he can antagonize the cops. “Look,” she doesn’t exactly like pulling that lever but, “my name is Barbara Gordon. I’m the daughter of commissioner James Gordon. Surely, you’ve heard of him. You can call him to check my story, but if one of you has ever been in his office, you’ve seen my face on the framed pictures he has. The two people here,” she waves her hand toward the front seats, “are Dick Grayson-Wayne and Damian Wayne, first and last sons of the billionaire Bruce Wayne. What do you want? Do you want to escort us to the hospital, or do you want to explain to James Gordon why you arrested his daughter and to Bruce Wayne why you denied his son potential life saving treatment?”

“Is that a threat, young lady?” the man asks.

“No, that’s fact. Please. His life might be in danger. You’re in this to help people, right? Take us to the hospital.”

The policemen seem to think about it for a few minutes before coming back.

“Right,” one of them say. “I guess it’s safer not to move him, so I’m going to drive the vehicle and my colleagues will escort us with the police cars.”

Barbara sighs. “Thank you,” she says as Damian reluctantly steps out of the driver’s seat to go sit next to her. The knowledge that they might not have been that kind if she hadn’t mentioned Bruce and her father tastes bitter in her mouth.

She wonders how Damian would take physical affection from her. He sits very still, eyes on Dick, and she thinks he looks in need of a hug. If Dick was in her place, he would half hug him and tell him everything would be alright. But she’s not Dick, and her relationship with Damian isn’t the same.

“It’s okay,” she still says in a low voice. “He will be fine.”

“Yes,” Damian replies, not taking his eyes off Dick. “I know.”

Everything happens too fast and too slow at the same time from there. They reach the hospital and get separated. Barbara gives her father’s number and Bruce’s number several times before giving her statement. Again, several times. A doctor examines her, but she’s fine, beside a few bruises and traces of the drug that have yet to leave her bloodstream. She asks about Dick, but they can’t tell her anything. If only she had a moment alone, she could hack into the hospital computer or get access to the camera, but she seems to be constantly swarmed by people.

She finally gets to call her dad, who tells her Bruce is already on his way to the hospital and asks if she needs him, or if he should focus his efforts on finding the kidnappers. She tells him she’s fine and promises to spend the day with Bruce and Alfred to ease his worries.

She also wants to track the kidnappers. And she knows Batman, with Oracle’s help, will have them locked up tonight, should her father fail. While she’s more comfortable in the clocktower, she can work from the cave.

She’s just getting in a corridor when she spots Damian. Band-Aids are on his face, as well as on his arms, and he had changed clothes. He turns when she calls out.

“Grayson is still in surgery,” he says when he sees her. “Father is talking with the doctors.”

She nods. And then, out of impulse, she does what she didn’t do in the car. She takes his arm and pulls him toward her. He let himself go, getting easily in the hug in a way she hadn’t expected.

The Damian she first met would never have let her do that. But now, he clings to her for a few seconds before letting go.

“You did good,” she says. “You were very brave.”

Damian nods. “You were impressive too,” he replies, looking at the ground. “I knew you were strong, but this was… you were impressive.”

She smiles. Not unlike his father’s, Damian’s compliments are hard to earn.

She doesn’t have time to reply before she can see Bruce coming toward them.

“Barbara,” he greets her. “Are you alright?”

She nods, and he sighs, with the face of a very very tired man he sometimes has. “Damian told me what happened. Thank you.”

She stops for a second. Did he just thank her? She nods slowly. “Anytime,” she says before thinking twice about it.

“Well,” she adds after reflection. “Hoping there won’t be a next time.”

Bruce gives her a sad, half smile. Maybe one day, when Dick will be better and they would go out for ice cream again, they would be able to laugh about it.

For now, they are alive, and they are safe. She keptthem safe.

And maybe there will be a next time, after all. But for now, they are safe.

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deadsetobsessions · 2 months

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Gothic mushroom shaped candles. Danny picked one up, grinning. Sam would have love these on her alters. Very Sam, very Gotham.

It a bit bittersweet, now that he could think of her without being paralyzed by crushing grief. Her and Tucker both. Danny turned, keeping an eye on Tim as he glared into the case of used cameras.

Danny walked over and tried not to feel guilty about practically mooching off of a child. Even if the money he was using was actually the Drakes’.

“Like anything you see?”

Tim shook his head. Danny pondered over what little he knew of photography- all of which he learned from documentaries that were more focused on nature.

“I think there might be a camera store a couple of blocks down. We could get the ones that takes photos of animals, like the really big ones that takes photos of wildlife?”

“I guess. I mean, I don’t need it since we can…” Tim glanced around suspiciously. Danny willed his mouth to not smile at Tim’s antics. “Fly close,” the kid finished in a whisper.

“Okay, but what about when I’m not there?”

Tim hunched up on himself and Danny despaired inwardly. Uh oh, what did he say now?”

“Are you going somewhere?” Tim quietly asked, sounding hurt and upset.

“No,” Danny soothed, patting Tim on the head. I mean, what if I’m busy with stuff but you want to go take pictures without me?”

“You said to go get you whenever I wanna go out to take pictures.”

“Okay, yeah, I- well, we might as well get you a quality camera, right? To take really really good pictures of the… local wildlife. Like… the birds and the bats, and all that.” Danny winked exaggeratedly.

Tim blinked and giggled when he got the joke. “Okay, as long as you’re staying!”

Danny grinned, fangs and all. “Of course.”

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At the end of their shopping spree, generously provided and sponsored by the Drake family and their heavy black card, Danny got a phone and Tim got a wild life camera that was a whopping $4,000 but was compact enough to not look absolutely ridiculous.

“It’s heavy!” Tim whined, as he grinned like a loon.

“It’s quality,” Danny plopped the shopping bags on the island in one of the giant kitchens Drake manor had. “I’ll make dinner. You figure out those settings and you can tell me about it when we eat.”

“Okay!” Tim hummed excited, quick fingers and laser focus already aimed at his new device.

Danny picked up his new phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. As it rung, Danny held it up to his ear and began prepping the ingredients. At least

“Hello?” His sister’s cautious voice came through the phone. Danny’s shoulders relaxed.

“Heya, Jazz.” He could see Tim’s ears all but perk up in order to eavesdrop. His mouth quirked up in amusement and Danny turned away. He probably shouldn’t be encouraging that kind of behavior… but it was funny.

“Danny! Are you okay? I- I heard that they chased after you and I was worried sick! Are you safe? Any injuries? Do I need to pick you up?”

“I’m good. Promise. Not bleeding out or dying. It’s actually pretty nice right now,” Danny paused before turning back a little more so he could watch Tim’s reaction peripherally. “Hey, listen, can I adopt a little brother?”

He watched Tim sit up straighter eyed flickering up to him and back down again, a secretly pleased look on his face as he figured out that Danny was in fact talking about him.

“Danny, what the hell?” Jazz huffed, audibly relieved to know that Danny wasn’t on his merry way to becoming a full on ghost. “Who, why, and what kind of trouble did you get into now?”

“Hey, this was me getting out of trouble. Those people don’t even know where I escaped to. Tim helped me out a lot,” Danny said in the tone that meant ‘and there’s more to it but I can’t tell you right now.’

“His name’s Tim?”

“Yeah, you wanna say hi?”

Tim looked terrified as he heard Danny’s side of the conversation. Danny could relate.

“Alright. But you’re explaining everything later, got it?”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Danny turned to Tim, abandoning the peas he was shelling and rinsing off his hand to hold the phone.

“Tim, my sister, Jazz, wants to say hi. Are you cool with that?”

“Uhm! Yeah! Yeah, sure.” Tim, honest to ancients, squeaked. Danny’s enhanced hearing could pick up Jazz’s already melting heart. He taped a button.

“Jazz, you’re on speaker.”

“Hey, Tim. I’m Jazz. Thanks for taking care of my little brother!”

“Uh, hi, Jazz! I’m Timothy Drake! And, uh, you’re welcome! Anytime!”

Tim glanced at Danny for reassurance, relaxing a bit when the halfa threw him a double thumbs up.

Jazz went quiet.

“Jazz, you good?” Danny asked.

“We’re adopting him. Danny, you better make sure knows about everyone. Hi, Tim, I’m Jazz, your new big sister.”

“Uh- I have parents.”

“That can be fixed,” Jazz casually brushed off. Tim looked like a deer in headlights, so Danny took his sister off speaker and went back to cooking. He made sure to smile at Tim.

“Don’t worry, we won’t adopt you if you don’t want to. But it wasn’t a joke, we’re very serious.”

“I’ll think about it?”

Danny shrugged. “Good enough for me.”

“So, where are you?” Jazz asked him, rustling coming through on the phone.

“Gotham.”

“You are so fucking lucky I love you, dumbass. I’ll be there tomorrow at noon.”

“Playing hooky, are you?”

“Fuck off, little brother, before I show Tim your toddler pictures.”

“Thanks, Jazz.”

“Bye, Danny. Don’t get killed again when I’m not there, got it?”

“Sure, sure.”

Danny smiled and returned to his agenda of stuffing as many vegetables into one meal as he can. At least the food isn’t trying to tear out his face.

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Robin hasn’t heard the eerie giggles around lately, but he’s been practicing his own. It’s weird though, because there’s always a glint of something in the corner of his eyes.

“Robin, muggers.”

“On it, B. Shall we, Batgirl?”

“Let’s go, Boy Wonder.”

#Jazz Fenton #jazz fenton casually suggesting murder #danny phantom #batman #tim drake #dc x dp #dcxdp #bamf danny phantom #Danny phantom and the weird experience of being the youngest and the oldest sibling #squatter! Danny Fenton #danny: well I don’t wanna go home so I’ll just stay here #this was in my drafts for so long lmfao #inspired by that one post where Tim had to have those expensive and giant wildlife cameras #but I think they’d get the compact one #dick Grayson #barbara gordon #Robin #batgirl

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 11 days

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The Drakes Spoiled Brat. (im sorry dad)

by Yellow_sprouts Tim Drake died at seventeen, his family long broken beyond repair. A Cuckoo finally rid from the nest. But when he wakes up in his time, but now just a year after the Graysons death and appearance of the first Robin. Tim wouldnt let his family suffer again, even if it meant he couldnt join them. Bruce Wayne is not "Brucie Wayne" Tim Drake is not "Timothy Drake" They are both personas, a front to prevent people from looking at whats really under the surface. But sooner or later Tim should have known Gotham being a city of secrets, nothing stays buried forever. Especially not when the bats get involved with their trashy next door neighbor whose behavior seems more and more contriditory. Tim had saved them all more times than he could count, maybe this time they could return the favor. __________________________________ Inspired by @brucewaynehater101 on tumblr- Time Travel AU- Timothy "Trash" Drake Words: 4187, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Batfam one shots/drabbles Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DC Extended Universe RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Other Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Oracle (DCU), Rogues Gallery (Batman), Batfamily Members (DCU) Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Tries to be a Good Sibling, Protective Tim Drake, Protective Jason Todd, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Damian Wayne, Protective Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne B- parenting, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, BAMF Cassandra Cain, BAMF Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, He is Cardinal, Batfamily is a Mess (DCU), Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Stephanie Brown, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown Being a Little Shit, Batfamily Paranoia, Family Dynamics, Protective Siblings, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Protective Barbara Gordon via https://ift.tt/i4eDqrO

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Relationships:

Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Tim Drake & Talia al Ghul Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Tim Drake & Jason Todd Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon

Characters:

Tim Drake Ra's al Ghul Talia al Ghul Damian Wayne Dick Grayson Bruce Wayne Jason Todd Stephanie Brown Barbara Gordon Cassandra Cain duke Thomas league of Assassins Members (DCU)

Additional Tags:

One-Sided Tim Drake/Ra's al Ghul Creepy Ra's al Ghul evil Ra's al Ghul Tim Drake is Not Okay chess chess Metaphors implied/Referenced Rape/Non-conNot Canon Compliant protective Batfamily (DCU) Good Parent Talia al Ghul minor Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne protective Dick Grayson manipulative Ra's al Ghul protective Tim Drake canon-Typical Violence whipping self-Hatred hood Sibling Jason Todd protective Jason Todd hurt/Comfort Sad with a Happy Ending everyone Needs A Hug threats of Rape/Non-Con dissociation Jason Todd Sings flashbacks panic Attacks good Sibling Dick Grayson BAMF Tim Drake hurt Tim Drake hurt Dick Grayson Ra's Al Ghul's bedazzled chess setone person will understand Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU) Jason Todd's Eyes Glow

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zugzwang: in chess, the obligation to move, when any move at all will be bad

"A game of chess, Detective. I assume you know how to play. You win, and you and your family may leave freely. I win, and you take your place as my heir and I dispose of the others as I see fit."

Tim stopped breathing.

Ra's spread his hands, still smiling that condescending crocodile grin. "Our skills are evenly matched. The challenge is more than fair."

All a game, just win. All a game, just win. Just win, just win, win, win...

Keep your head.

#tim drake #ras al ghul #talia al ghul #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #barbra gordon #duke thomas #zugzwang

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random-sparks-98 · 6 months

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Divorced. Beheaded. Died. Divorced. Beheaded. Survived. Tonight, Gotham, We Are LIVE! (3905 words) by Sparky441 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Edward Nygma, Jonathan Crane, Oswald Cobblepot, Harvey Dent, Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Chaotic Batfamily (DCU), Tired Parent Bruce Wayne, Crazy Gotham City, Inspired by Six the musical, Crack Treated Seriously, Life in Gotham City (DCU), Gotham City Rogues, It's Halloween Folks, Dick and Harley are on the same wavelength, Chaotic Harleen Quinzel, Chaotic Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Being a Little Shit, bat kids being little shits, Dick Grayson Being a Little Shit, Stephanie Brown Being a Little Shit, Tim Drake Being a Little Shit, Duke Thomas is a Batfamily Member, Duke Thomas Being a Little Shit, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Cassandra Cain Being a Little Shit, BAMF Barbara Gordon, chaotic selina kyle, I'd love to say, no beta we die like robins, but there was actually some beta so-, some beta we come back like robins

Summary: Dick bursts into the room. “I’ve just had the Greatest Idea for a group costume this year!!!”

Jason glances over from where he’s holding Damian’s katana out of reach. “Will it fuck with Bruce?”

Dick grins widely. “Of course!”

The assembled bat kids all share a maniacal grin. ”Say no more. We’re in.”

–🦇–

Meanwhile, across Gotham:

Harley bursts into the room. “I’ve just had the Greatest Idea for a group costume this year!!!”

Ivy looks up from the plant she was tending to. “Will it fuck with the bat?”

Harley grins widely. “Of course!”

The assembled rouges all share a maniacal grin. “Say no more. We’re in.”

–🦇–

Meanwhile, in the Batcave:

Bruce shudders as a sudden chill runs down his spine. He brushes it off and turns back to the case file he’s working on. It must be the normal coldness of the cave.

Surely not something else.

Summary:

Dick bursts into the room.

“I’ve just had the Greatest Idea for a group costume this year!!!”

Jason glances over from where he’s holding Damian’s katana out of reach. “Will it fuck with Bruce?”

Dick grins widely. “Of course!”

The assembled bat kids all share a maniacal grin. ”Say no more. We’re in.”

–🦇–

Meanwhile, across Gotham:

Harley bursts into the room.

“I’ve just had the Greatest Idea for a group costume this year!!!”

Ivy looks up from the plant she was tending to. “Will it fuck with the bat?”

Harley grins widely. “Of course!”

The assembled rouges all share a maniacal grin. “Say no more. We’re in.”

–🦇–

Meanwhile, in the Batcave.

Bruce shudders as a sudden chill runs down his spine. He brushes it off and turns back to the case file he’s working on. It must be the normal coldness of the cave.

Surely not something else.

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arenjix · 7 months

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Baby Birds and Bat Caves

By IzzyMRDB

Complete

Summary:

Gotham was built on a cave system. Batman has referenced a Bat Cave before. Tim is currently in the cave system. He is in the cave system that he entered from Drake Manor. Drake Manor is right next door to where Batman- The Bruce Wayne- lives. Holy Cavern, Batman! Tim had just accidentally wandered into the Bat Cave’s cave system. OR Tim, having found a weird hole after a storm, decides to go exploring ignoring the fact that This Is Gotham and They Probably Have Cursed Stuff Down There. Luckily, it was just a cave system that spans the entire Gotham underground. Unluckily, Tim is a very curious child.

(Stats/Tags are under the cut)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)

Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Edward Nygma

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Original Non-Human Character(s), Alfred Pennyworth, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Edward Nygma

Language: English

Additional Tags: Caves, Fluff, Weird Gotham City, Tim Drake-centric, BAMF Tim Drake, Kid Tim Drake, the Bat Cave, Kids are so curious, Smart Tim Drake, Tim please stop running around in gothams cave systems, Stalker Tim Drake, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, no beta we die like robin, Tiny Tim Drake, Tim Drake has the survival instincts of a wet paper bag, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Tim looking at the cave system under the city: you know this might as well happen, Bruce please stop him, Child Neglect, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Inspired by Welcome to Night Vale, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Magic shennanigans, BAMF Stephanie Brown, BAMF Cassandra Cain, Edward Nygma Tries, Cryptid Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Crow, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Kid Fic, Stephanie Brown is Starling, Cassandra Cain is Black Bat, Cassandra Cain is Black Bird

Series: Part 1 of Gotham Caves and Reality Aberrations

Published: 2022-03-20

Completed: 2022-06-30

Words: 30,113

Chapters: 20/20

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c-m-li-s-fanfic-corner · 9 months

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(and all the kids cried out) please stop you’re scaring me

(AO3 LINK)

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon

Additional Tags: Dick Grayson is a Talon, Court of Owls, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Assassination Attempt(s), Brainwashing, Temporary Amnesia, Flashbacks, Aftermath of Torture, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Angst with a Happy Ending, BAMF Dick Grayson, BAMF Jason Todd, BAMF Tim Drake, BAMF Damian Wayne, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, rated teen for violence and jason's potty mouth, i make one of the brothers cry but you'll have to read to find out which one, Romani Dick Grayson, Police Officer Dick Grayson, Nightmares, BAMF Barbara Gordon

Summary:

The Court of Owls has had their Gray Son in their clutches for almost a year and everything was going according to their plans.

But then they sent their Talon after the Batman and his associates and that -

Well -

The Gray Son had been trained by the best, after all.

See below for my casting choices:

Title inspired by Control by Halsey.

#bat fam #dick grayson #jason todd #court of owls #fanfic #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #talon!dick

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 1 month

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So I grabbed a stone (more like a piece)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54703255 by Anonymous What if peter Parker didn’t just randomly end up in Gotham but in the JL watchtower instead? Words: 3618, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: Peter Parker, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Tony Stark, Thanos (Marvel), Dr. Stephen Strange, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Karen (Spider-Man: Homecoming) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Miles Morales & Tony Stark, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Justice League (DCU) & Peter Parker, Batfamily Members & Justice League, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Minor Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle, Peter Parker & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, BAMF Peter Parker, Not Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Tony Stark Loves Peter Parker, Peter Parker Loves Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne is an OK Parent, Dick Grayson is Peter Parker's Biological Parent, Not Beta Read, Karen is too smart read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54703255

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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ao3statistics · 4 months

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Date of creation: 12.01.2024

Tim for the win again.

There were no results for Luke Fox.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

More charts will follow. :)

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ao3feed-superbat · 14 days

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Spiders Symbiotes Bats (Oh My!)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IPAjZlM by sourfroganarchy "It had been a normalish morning. (He has no idea how it went so wrong)" Peter Parker is transported to Gotham after investigating Venom's and Deadpools disappearance. Now he is desperate to find them in this new world, wherever they may be, all while avoiding the attention of Batman and his flock. Only, he isnt alone in his mission. Words: 1696, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Venom (Marvel Movies), Deadpool - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Dylan Brock, Eddie Brock | Venom, Eddie Brock, Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Sleeper Symbiote (Marvel), Wade Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Clark Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent Relationships: Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote, Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote/Wade Wilson, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Canonical Character Undeath, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Alternate Universe, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Parents Eddie Brock & Venom Symbiote, Because hoo boy is canon Eddie terrible to my boy, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Brotherly Love, Brotherly Bonding, no spidey pool, Babysitting, (gone wrong), Protective Jason Todd, Protective Batfamily (DCU), BAMF Peter Parker, however, Peter Parker is a Mess, and, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Medical Trauma, Medical Experimentation, Found Family, Dimension Travel, Not Canon Compliant, in fact its a homunculus of comic/movie/fanon, whatever i thought was most interesting, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, listen you dont die and walk away unscathed, Jason Todd is Good With Kids, Jason Todd is Bad at Feelings, Organized Crime, and unorganized crime, No Beta, no beta we die like robins, Symbiote Biology, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, almost forgot, Dead Aunt May Parker (Marvel), i love three things: commas paragraph breaks and making up words read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IPAjZlM

#ao3feed #superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

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ao3feed-jaytim · 10 months

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Led Astray by Those Hidden Behind the Night Sky's Mask.

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48415378 by z_zoomies In the business world, there are three main families one does not dare cross; The Luthors, The Waynes, and the Drakes, each with a single child. One attempted to take over the world. The other dresses as a bat to fight crime. But the last has eyes too wide and a mind too curious. - Tim Drake as stray/catlad fanfic- Words: 161, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Janet Drake, Lionel Luthor, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Lex Luthor, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Ra's al Ghul, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Sebastian Ives Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Lex Luthor, Tim Drake & Selina Kyle, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, Batfamily Members & Tim Drake, Tim Drake/Coffee Additional Tags: Tim Drake Being a Little Shit, Coffee Lover Tim Drake, Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake is Catlad | Stray, smallville based lex luthor, informant tim drake, Civilian Tim Drake, BAMF Tim Drake read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48415378

#IFTTT #Ao3feed #Jaytim #DC

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deadsetobsessions · 3 months

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Jason cursed. This is on par for most of his evenings, as it was rare that he ever got a peaceful night. However, this? This takes the goddamn cake and smashes it on his face.

Red Hood stood, with a portable wet vacuum in his halo bed hands, cursing everything in the world as he cleaned and followed the small puddles of Lazarus water. The people in the streets give him a wide berth, having long learned the intricacies of Red101: if the Red Hood is doing weird shit but there’s no gun in his hand, you make sure you’re not the reason he’ll have a gun in his hand.

“O, you there?”

“Copy.”

“Mark this priority, would you?” His voice is tense, pissed. “Some bastard’s dripping Lazarus water all over my territory.”

A pause.

Oracle’s calm voice flowed through his helmet, “Then we’ll have to watch out for League influence. I’ll let the others know. Red Robin?”

Red Robin chimed in, “Yeah, already on it. It’s weird though, Ra’s isn’t supposed to be here for another two and a half weeks.”

“And how would you know about my grandfather’s movements?”

“Careful, Robin, I might become your grandma!” Red Robin chirped sadistically, before clicking off his comms, snickering at Robin’s spluttering.

“Jesus fuck. I’ll try to hunt down the bastard from the ground. O?”

“Can’t help you. The cameras around your area has been scrambled for the last half an hour.”

“Shit.” Red Hood tensed, one hand going for his pistol as the street’s current inhabitants wisely vacated the area.

“Hood. Don’t go in alone. It could be a trap.”

“Whatever, B, you’re not the boss of me.”

“Give me three minutes. I’m close by. Do not go in without back up, little wing.” Nightwing piped in, and Red Hood could hear the faint whooshing noises of a quiet grapple.

“Cass and I are close by as well. Staking out a place but we could be on standby if needed.”

Two taps. Cass’ tacit agreement.

“Got it.”

When Nightwing gets there, they follow the trail into a dead end with no sign of any scaling of the wall or secret passages.

“Fuck! What the fuck are we chasing, a ghost?”

“Don’t even joke like that-” Nightwing said. “You’ll set Red off again.”

Jason kicked at the wall.

“Fuck!”

——

On the other side of the wall, thirty minutes earlier:

“Life is like a hurricane, here in Duckberg…” Danny mumbled as he stumbled away. He’d saved his alley kids from a pretty serious mugging that ended with a stabbing that Danny foolishly allowed to touch him because he wanted to keep the wicked looking knife. Normally, he’d be able to brush this off, but with his recent injuries, mental stress, and the lack of food that is the hallmark of a homeless teenager, Danny barely kept himself conscious as he stumbled into a particularly dense in ectoplasm dead end.

“Napping place… napping place…” Danny mumbled before eyeing the brick wall. Yeah, okay, he’s slept in weirder places. He could sleep in the dumpster, but… he’d smell and Danny could not handle an infection. So, he went intangible, invisible, and pulled the knife out of his body. As he settled in (quite literally into) the stone wall for his nap, Danny manages to mold his ectoplasm to hold his cut up stomach together.

Danny allows sleep to take him, blissfully unaware of the glowing green puddles of ghost blood he’d left behind.

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Jason, terrified: he’s in the walls!! He’s in the fucking walls!

Danny, quoting vines and tiktoks while napping in walls for that back support option: thanks for checking in! I’m still a piece of GaRBaGe.

#batman #danny phantom #dc x dp #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #bamf danny phantom #spoiler #cassandra cain #black bat #Stephanie brown #Oracle #barbara gordon #ghost blood=cleaner Lazarus pit water #red hood looking like a single mother as he walks down the street with a vacuum.

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