#Batfam Week 2023

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Gen, Complete, 1k words

“Do- do you guys hear that?” Clark interrupted, possessed by the need to understand where that noise was coming from.

His two companions went silent, listening intently for anything unusual in the night around them.

After a moment, Diana replied, “Are you talking about that music?”

“Yeah,” Clark answered. “What is that?”

“Oh,” Batman said in that rasp of his.

Then he peeled back his cape, parting the black curtain of it to reveal a child curled up at his feet.

[awhitehead17]

Faces of the past

Batfam, De-aged Jason, Sibling relationships, Humour, Light Angst, Guilty Dick and Bruce, Sassy Jason.

Summary: The thing that seems to bother Jason the most about the situation is the family members he no longer recognises, he doesn't seem at all concerned by the fact he's been unexplainably reverted back into a teenager with no memory of his adult self. Dick and Bruce, on the other hand, are unprepared for the onslaught of thoughts and emotions of seeing Jason the age he had been when he died.

A/N: This has been done for day four of Batfam Week 2023, the prompt is de-aging. @batfamilyweek

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

“We’re going to be late, Jason! Let’s go. What are you doing?” Dick shouts as he thumps his fist against the bedroom door in front of him. He huffs when no response comes and smacks the door again impatiently. “Jason. No matter how old you are Alfred will have your hide.”

This time he could hear shuffling going on inside the room. Dick rolls his eyes, it’s about time, they were supposed to leave the manor ten minutes ago. When Jason didn’t turn up in the foyer at the arranged meeting time Dick got sent up to fetch him, apparently that also meant waking him up.

A few moments pass by and when his brother doesn’t make an appearance Dick raises his fist to knock again but that’s when the door swings open revealing something that had Dick freezing in place and staring.

“What do you want Dickhead? Why are you waking me up at crack ass dawn, I only got back from patrol less than four hours ago.”

Dick blinks. He blinks again and then rubs his eyes when the sight in front of him doesn't change. In front of him stands a gangly teenager, a little too thin but who is slowly growing into his limbs, messy unkept hair, boyish features, higher than usual voice and who is short, the top of his head only reaching Dick’s sternum.

Blinking, Dick opens his mouth however he immediately closes realising he doesn't know what he's going to say. Ignoring the way the kid is glaring at him, with eyes that are all too familiar, Dick presses his way past the kid and into the room. Glancing around the otherwise empty room Dick frowns at the kid, finding him being to be the only person inside.

“Dick this isn’t funny. It’s Saturday. I deserve my lie in. Surely Bruce hasn’t set you up to this.”

Dick has no idea how to respond to that. Everything about the situation is wrong. The last time he saw Jason which happened to be hours ago, he was a six foot grumpy man, not this teenager version of himself. Dick stares at him as realisation strikes him, this Jason is young, he’s the age he was when he… when he died.

A shove from Jason, breaks him out of his thoughts. He stumbles to the side and stares at him as the teenager continues to grumble about being woken up on a Saturday for no apparent reason.

Dick holds up a hand, still unable to form words, and shakes it before deciding to step out of the room. Silently he closes the door and leans against it, trying to get his brain to function. What the fuck? How the hell has Jason reverted back into a teenager? If it’s even Jason, this could be someone else…

“Dick what is taking so long? Bruce is starting to get pissy. Not mention how Alfred’s disapproving frown is starting to make an appearance.”

Tim’s voice echoes down the hallway and Dick turns to him, watching him stride down the corridor to where he’s leaning against the door. At least Tim looks and appears normal. He doesn't know if that’s better or worse, perhaps Dick is dreaming and making up teenage Jason in his head…

When Tim reaches him, his little brother is sending him a judgemental look. Still unable to create words Dick simply moves to the side and gestures at the door. Tim can see for himself. Tim sends him a deadpan look, clearly not impressed, but he opens the door without question and peers inside. Dick knows the moment he spots Jason because his body completely stills.

Jason’s higher pitched voice filters through the opening of the door. “Who are you and what do you want? Is Dick still there?”

“Sorry,” Tim says evenly, “don’t worry about me. We’ll leave you be now…”

Tim slowly shuts the door and turns to Dick wearing a confused frown on his face. Dick puts his hands up placatingly, unable to answer the unspoken questions.

After a moment Tim clears his throat awkwardly. “We should probably tell Bruce to cancel today.”

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“So you’re telling me Bruce has a problem in collecting strays? Most people collect stamps, Bruce apparently collects children.”

Jason’s comment is said with a bluntness only a teenager could achieve, he’s sitting at the kitchen island on a stool and is swinging his legs as he rips up a piece of bread and eats it bit by bit. He's looking around the kitchen observing with interest before his gaze moves onto each person separately in the room with him. Which is basically the whole family, minus Damian.

After discovering teenage Jason, Dick and Tim called up Bruce with an emergency and it didn’t take long for Bruce to see what the situation is. After that it was a headache lasting several hours as they tell teenage Jason the truth, some of it, in how he’s somehow been de-aged and how he’s currently in the future where the family has expanded and not everything is the same.

That’s when Alfred approached and offered to fix up breakfast for everyone in the kitchen, Jason included. They were originally going out for food so this worked in everyone’s favour. Serious matters always seemed to be to be discussed over food.

Despite being disoriented with the situation Jason easily agrees and together they head to the kitchen. As Jason settles at the island, Dick saw the moment the older men realised what age Jason currently appears to be, he could see the devastation cross both Bruce and Alfred’s faces, if the others pick up on it they may understand but they wouldn’t be able to relate.

While they caught Jason up and also introducing him to Cass, Tim, Duke, Steph, and Damian when he made a brief appearance before deeming it not an important enough situation for his presence, everyone seemed to have made the same silent and mutual agreement in not mentioning Jason’s death. That’s for the best of course.

Jason waves around a piece of bread before shoving it in his mouth. “I don’t know whether to be insulted or proud there are robins after me. Was that a choice or forced? I’m surprised you allowed it Dick after what we went through.”

On the opposite side of the island Tim flinches at the comment which goes unnoticed by Jason. Tim covers it up well with the action of taking a sip of coffee from his mug but it doesn't go unnoticed by the rest of the family. Dick runs a hand over his face, all those memories, thoughts and feelings from that time are coming to the forefront of his mind.

Admittedly he hadn’t taken to Jason when Bruce brought him home. He knows and regrets how badly he had treated Jason back then but he had been an angry teenager, mostly angry at Bruce and Jason took the brunt of it. It’s one of the reason why he tried hard with Tim when it became clear the kid wasn't going away any time soon.

“Look I’m sorry, even now I still feel guilty about how I treated you.”

Jason snorts and send him a disbelieving look. He then looks over at Tim, “Did he at least treat you any better when Bruce brought you home?”

At being directly spoken to Tim looks like a deer caught in headlights. His mouth opens and closes for several long minutes before he finally comes up with an answer. “He wasn't accepting at first, just like you, but he soon warmed up.”

Somewhat the truth. They have to be careful with what they’re telling teenage Jason, especially regarding Tim’s involvement. The whole reason why Tim even became part of the family is because Jason died, as morbid as that reason may be. They’re going to need to tell Jason some white lies surrounding Tim and his background.

Jason hums and his attention moves onto the others. He munches away as he asks them questions that focus more on Gotham instead of everyone’s backgrounds. He asks what villains are still about, what their relationship with the police is like, how patrols work compared to back then and surely the technology must be better right.

The questions last for a long while and the entire time Dick watches as Bruce stares at Jason bewildered, his pseudo father clearly getting caught up in past memories of when Jason was originally this age before everything changed. The same energetic vibe teenage Jason is giving off, that young innocence he still somehow kept even after living on the streets for as long as he had. This was the kid who was cocky enough to attempt to steal the tires from the batmobile, who almost got away with it too...

Jason’s next enquiring question brings everything back to reality. “So since I’m a teenager out of time, how do I … not be? What do we do?”

“We’ll be looking into it, since nothing out of the ordinary happened to you, adult you yesterday, we’ll need to try and retrace your steps to try and see if anything comes up amiss. Something probably happened on patrol which you didn’t share with us that may be a key to working this out.”

It’s the first time Bruce has spoken up since seeing Jason the way he currently is. His voice sounds strained and as Dick noticed earlier, the man seems to be stuck in the past while looking at his second son the age he had been when he died.

Jason looks contemplative for a moment before piping up, “why wouldn’t I share everything with you, especially something significant? Isn’t that what you drill into us from the very beginning?”

At that comment Dick couldn’t help but snort which earns him a dirty look from the current teenager. Everyone else was snickering though. “Seriously? As if we all tell Bruce everything that happens during patrol. Nothing changes when you get older buddy.”

That’s the truth. Dick’s done it, hidden things, even big things, from Bruce that’s happened during a patrol. He knows for a fact Tim’s done it, the girls and even Damian. It’s typical behaviour, whatever excuses they may come up with but it’s not unusual for someone to hide something. Most of the time everyone is pretty good about reporting back but on occasion some things ‘may be forgotten about’.

Bruce clears his throat pointedly. “Until then, we’ll keep you safe. We may need to refer to you for different things throughout, but until then you stay here.”

Jason dramatically groans and rolls his eyes. “Ugh, fine if I have too.” With that he climbs off the stool and drops his plate off in the sink. “Thanks for breakfast Alfie, perfect as usual, glad to know your culinary skills are still on point.”

“Thank you Master Jason.” Alfred acknowledges with amusement.

“If I have to stay here I’m at least going to go and check out the library. Surely it must have expanded over the years right?”

As he begins to head for the door Cass blocks his path and grabs his wrist. “Let’s spar in gym.”

Caught off guard by her sudden appearance in front of him Jason blinks, “uh sure?” he glances round before looking at her again. “How good are you in combat?”

Steph lets out a barking laugh. “Oh this is something I need to see. She’s by far the best of us.” The blonde leads the way out of the kitchen and Cass drags Jason out with her before he could respond. As they disappear Dick couldn’t help but think that it’s strange seeing Jason almost the same height as Cass. It’s as amusing as it is weird.

“If you need any tech support let me know, otherwise I’m going to go watch Cass beat baby Jason’s ass.” Following his statement Tim leaves the kitchen with a fresh mug of coffee in his hands and follows their siblings.

With only four of them left in the kitchen Duke speaks up. “If you want me to patrol Crime Alley I can see if I can find anything out the ordinary or ask around to who may have seen Jason patrolling last night. I can also ask my own contacts for any information.”

Bruce sighs and runs a hand over his face. “That would be most useful, thanks Duke. Let me know if you hear anything back.”

Duke nods. “I’ll go out a little later and tonight too. For now I’m going to join the others, someone needs to record this…”

In a hurry Duke darts out of the kitchen which leaves only three of them. Alfred begins cleaning up breakfast and Dick stands there staring at Bruce.

“You okay?” He asks the man concerned.

“I’m fine,” comes the unsurprising response. “It’s just…” Bruce waves a hand and lets his sentence trail off but Dick knows exactly what he’s thinking.

“I know.” Dick says quietly, in understanding. “It’s hard seeing him like that. For now we just need to try and work out what happened to him and why. I’ll help where I can so let me know what you need and when.”

Bruce looks at him grateful, probably because Dick isn’t forcing him to share his emotions on the situation. Even if he pushed for answers Dick doubts Bruce would answer. Despite it being years and how they’ve manged to move on from what happened, long conversations and healing with Jason himself playing into that, seeing Jason this young again is bringing up raw emotions and memories.

“Thanks for breakfast Alfred.” Dick says pushing himself up away from the side he had been leaning on the entire time. He smiles at the elderly man as he heads out of the kitchen in pursuit of his younger siblings, the least he can do until Bruce calls him for help is try to keep the rest of them out of trouble. He just hopes they can find a solution to what’s happened sooner rather than later.

[lowquats]

ghostbat week 2023 day 4 - fashion @ghostbatweek happy pride month!! :^)

[puppiesandnightlock]

Link: Why Bruce Should Not Have The Title of World's Greatest Detective Anymore, a presentation by Tim Drake

Summary: Bruce didn't know the Super Sons were dating somehow, and Tim compiled a list of evidence of a bunch of moment here he should have caught on, but did not.

Featuring Confused and Tired Dad Bruce, PowerPoint master Tim, Traumatized Dick, and an embarrassed Damian.

Super Sons Week Bonus Day: Family and Legacy (this one won by a landslide on the tumblr poll)

In Bruce’s defense, he was a father of six officially and about twelve emotionally. He had long ago resigned his title of World’s Greatest Detective to Tim, so honestly, could you blame him for not noticing that his youngest son had had company around more often? And come on, it was Jonathan Samuel Kent, the two were practically glued to each other even before recent developments. 

How recent, he wasn't sure. 

And now he had to sit through a folder Tim had given him, evidence compiled in an attempt to clear things up in his head. He plugged in the USB that fell out of it and it opened to a powerpoint.

Of course.

Angels and Demons, or otherwise known as B, how the fuck did you not know?

A presentation by Tim Drake 

Evidence #1: “Wrestling.”

The slide played a clip of surveillance feed from inside of the manor. Damian had Jon pinned to the ground, both panting and flushed. 

“What’s going on here?” Bruce turned the doorknob, poking his head through the door.

Damian scrambled off of the taller boy, schooling his features to a mask of indifference. 

Jon made no such efforts, choosing to starfish across the carpeted floor, a blank look on his face as he stared at the ceiling.

“Nothing, Father, we decided to make use of our time and spar. Jonathan needs practice.” 

Bruce eyed them suspiciously, pausing to take in the scene. Damian’s usual gel slicked hair was ruffled, and Jon’s curls were splayed out on the floor, some in his face.

Then again, his hair was always a bit unruly.

Their faces were flushed, and they had been breathing heavily when he came in.

The quick once over seemingly revealed nothing to him, although one could clearly see the still blown pupils of an expressionless Jon, and both boys’ kiss-bitten lips.

“Next time, spar in the cave, that’s what it's there for.” He walked out, shutting the door behind him.

The video feed played for a bit longer, Damian putting his face in his hands, a very un-Damian-like thing to do, and groaning.

“I cannot believe that actually worked.”

Tim had left a little note on the side of the video after it stopped playing. You have six kids, and one of them is one Richard John Grayson, how on earth did you fall for that?

Evidence #2: Dates

This opened to a video from a phone, someone walking into Damian’s room and filming his fussing with his appearance in the mirror.

“Whatcha doin’, baby bat?” Tim’s voice came from the other side of the camera.

“Fixing my hair, what does it look like, Drake?”

“Whoa, whoa, chill. I’m just curious, I haven't seen you put this much interest into your appearance since you had picture day.”

Damian scowled, more out of admittance that he was right then spite.

“Say what you will, Timothy.” He hesitated. “How do I look?”

“You’ll blow his socks off, Dames.” Tim said softly, a hand reaching out from behind the phone to straighten his jacket.

Damian inhaled deeply and carefully walked down the stairs. The doorbell rang, and as if filming a reality show, Tim followed dutifully behind. Jon stood, looking as nervous as he was, holding a small bunch of wild flowers that he immediately thrust into Damian’s face. 

“Oh my god-” was whispered from Tim as the camera zoomed in on Damian, a pink flush becoming slightly visible.

“I’m so sending this to Dick.”

Damian handed off the flowers to the nearest person, but not before threading a few into Jon’s curls.

“Where are you going?” Bruce came out from the dining room, files in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

Tim switched the camera over to him, zooming in on his tired appearance, then zooming out so he could see everyone.

“The movies, s-sir.” Jon stuttered.

Burce raised an eyebrow. “Jon, you’ve known me for years, you can drop the formalities.”

An undignified squeak came from the boy and Damian sighed, albeit affectionately.

“We will be going, Father.”

“Have a good time.” He waved them off, disappearing into the labyrinth that is Wayne Manor.

“That’s it?” Tim was heard screeching off screen. “He gave ME hell, gave my dates HELL, broke out the KRYPTONITE when Kon even LOOKED at me, and all you get is HAVE A GOOD TIME?”

“Sucks to suck.” Damian jeered, taking Jon by the hand and dragging him out the door.

Followed by it was several screenshots from a chat titled “Rockin’ Robins”, all of them sharing stories until someone pointed out that maybe Bruce didn't even know it was a date, which was accurate.

This note said There were flowers. Flowers.

Evidence #3: They were in A FUCKING CLOSET.

Bruce spat his coffee out at that, massaging his temples. This was getting to be way too much. He did not at all need to know about what had happened in the closet, especially because he remembered this particular one and frankly? It was embarrassing that he didn’t catch on then.

Bruce was walking down the hallway when he suddenly heard noises coming from the third floor janitor's closet.

Tentatively, he opened the door. The last thing he expected was for Jon and Damian to stumble out of it, school uniforms slightly unbuttoned and very rumpled. Jon’s glasses were crooked, and Damian’s tie was missing.

“F-Father!” Damian stuttered, attempting to smooth out his ruffled appearance. Jon silently handed him his tie, both boys flushing furiously under Bruce’s rather confused gaze.

“What were you doing in there? Aren’t you supposed to be on that field trip? Your class is still on the first floor.” 

“W-We were…uh-” Jon fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt, nudging Damian for help.

Suddenly, his gaze caught on something reflecting green in his son’s back pocket. His eyes narrowed and his face set into a firm expression.

“We will be talking about this at home. I’m disappointed in both of you, I thought we’d gone over this.” 

Damian’s face paled, before morphing into one of confusion. “What exactly are you talking about, Father?”

“Sneaking out for hero work.”

Both teens inwardly sobbed in relief as Damian said stiffly, “Yes, Father.”and Jon with a quaking “Sorry, Uncle Bruce.”

Satisfied in his parenting skills, Bruce continued towards his office.

If he watched the video Tim had put in from the surveillance feed of Wayne Enterprises, he could almost guarantee they would have both been sporting some rather suspicious brusings. 

Bruce stood up, he was going to need a drink to get through the rest of this. 

Unbeknownst to him, most of his kids were perched in the living room, wheezing at their father’s reactions.

Damian was rather displeased at all that was being shown, and his face was flushed red.

“Looks like baby bat isn’t so innocent.” Jason cackled.

“My precious sweet little boy, this is OBSCENE, they are BABIES!”

“Richard, I am nineteen years old.”

“BABIES.”

Tim closed the laptop as Bruce left the cave, leaning back. “It was sad, honestly, to compile all this information and realize Bruce didn't get any of it. I mean, how long has it been?”

“Three years.” Damian muttered.

“Three fucking years. It’s sad to see him go.” Duke said solemnly.

There was a moment of silence as they mourned the loss of their once perceptive father.

Then promptly burst into laughter.

@super-sons-week-2023

[heroesriseandfall]

The rolling eyes is kinda a weird thing to point out about Talia but also. You roll your eyes like your mother. You’re allergic to emotional confrontations like your father. I do think you’re perfect and also very 14 years old.

Batman and Robin (2023) #1

[blackberrycore]

Late night + Sleeping in

Day 1-Handholding

@stephcass-week

[thestickpeople]

It's timber week but I didn't have anything prepared so have this "Go for it Robin!" Cover 😚💕

[destefaniart]

Pretty bird :))

(This will be my only entry on the dick grayson week bacause uni is keeping me really busy rn but i really wanted to participate and the art from the event inspired me a lot!

So.

Day 7: A Celebration of 83 Years

@dickgraysonweek

Inprint | instagram | carrd (all my socials)

[surenschompychompers]

Just a few of my arospec headcanons since it's The Week now <2

Cassandra Cain from the DCU

Jason Grace and Leo Valdez, both from the

Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan

Barbie from the Barbie movie

Willy Wonka from the movie Wonka

Logic/Logan Sanders from the Sanders' Sides webseries

Cady Longmire from Longmire (specifically she's aroallo)

[milfmisspiggy]

CAVE RECORDING, FILE NAME CCAM2101809

Bruce works, in a black turtleneck, in his usual place in front of his fleet of monitors. The elevator opens. Duke enters the cave in a pink sweatshirt leaning on a crutch with a wrap on his foot and one earbud dangling down his chest.

BRUCE WAYNE: You're supposed to be resting.

DUKE THOMAS: I have been!

for the free space of duke week (@duketectivecomics) because i love to be fashionably late, evidently

[betterthanbatman1]

Quick little sketch of Dukeeee

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Gen, Complete, 1.2k words

Summary:

“You- you-” Timothy sputtered, “You little asshole!” He shook Damian by the shoulders and he resisted the urge to stab him for it. “I thought you were dead! Do you have any idea how scared I was?”

And Damian-

Well, Damian didn’t really know what to make of that.

For BatFam Week 2023 Day 3: Presumed Dead

[awhitehead17]

Embracing the unknown

Demigod AU, Bat Bros, Humour, Angst, Fights, Rescuing, Protective Siblings.

Summary: As children of the gods, they have dangerous lives, and often attract unwanted attention. To survive they either fight or run and because of this they’re always on the move meaning they can’t ever settle in one place for too long. Could the pattern be changing after a group of unknown demigods rescue them from a sticky situation and take them somewhere that could be a safe haven for them to live?

A/N: This has been done for day five of Batfam Week 2023 for the prompt ‘Fantasy AU’.

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

A loud sound causes him to jerk awake. Alarmed and suddenly alert, Tim bolts into an upright position and looks around for what caused his awakening and finds Jason deviously smiling at him.

Huffing at him, now realising he’s not in any danger, Tim rolls his eyes and slumps back down, resting his back against the wall. “Asshole.”

“Sorry sleeping beauty,” Jason snarks, “I figured you’d want to know Dick’s been by, he’s managed to gather a lot of cash and has gone to get us some food for tonight.”

At the mention of food Tim’s stomach audibly growls. He’s starving and food’s been scarce lately, the three of them have struggled for several days now trying to get money so they could buy something edible that isn’t picked out from the back streets of restaurant trash containers.

Tim, along with Jason and Dick, has been living on the streets for over year now. The three of them stick to back alleys, always hiding and never making a fuss of anything, they scrape by with what little money the they can conjure up and spilt it the best they could between them.

When Tim found himself an orphan after his mother had been murdered in their home he ran to the streets terrified. After a scuffle that almost landed himself in a police car both Jason and Dick had found him and got him out of trouble before taking him under their wing. The two older boys, Dick in his early twenties and Jason in his late teens, had already been on the streets for years and had grown close, it didn’t seem to faze them to add Tim into the mix. If they hadn’t Tim doesn’t think he would’ve survived the streets, he’s grateful for them and by this point they’ve become family.

In the trio Dick is the so called bread winner. He’s got a talent for being an entertaining street performer where he manages to busk his way for tips. Some days are more successful than others but he does tend to get a few dollars each time. Jason and Tim try their best but they don’t have the natural talent as Dick does, his parentage having a big part to play in that, but they try to do what they can, from dumpster diving to quiet jobs on the side.

They make it work and it’s been that way for a year.

Why couldn’t they get a home? Why couldn’t they get real jobs? Why the streets? It’s all because they’re demigods, sons of the Greek Gods and Goddesses.

They live dangerous lives, their blood having power more than the average mortal does which can often attract unwanted attention. Their parents, the Gods, have powerful enemies who’d love to see them dead and they often send creatures to hunt them and kill them. They occasionally have to fight these creatures or out run them and because they’re always on the move it means they can’t settle in one place for too long before they have to move again.

It's sad to think about but they get on with it. They’re in it together and always look out for one another.

About twenty minutes later Dick returns to their current hideout; a hole at the bottom of an apartment building, with three plastic bags in his hands wearing a beaming smile. Both Tim and Jason look at him with surprise.

“Damn, how much did you get?” Jason asks gleefully. Taking a bag from Dick he peers inside it looking at its contents. “When you said you did well this isn’t what I expected!”

Dick hands off another bag to Tim who takes it and looks inside with curiosity. “You wouldn’t believe it. As I was performing a man came by, average guy, wearing a suit, didn’t seem to be in a rush, he stopped and watched for a few minutes before walking over to my cup and placed a wad of cash inside! I stopped and thanked him, asking if he was sure and he shrugged and wished me a good day and then continued on. I pocketed that money carried on for a bit before finishing.”

Tim takes in what Dick’s brought in the bag he’s holding. There are protein bars, a chocolate bar, bread rolls, packs of nuts. There are also non-food items such as, medicines, vitamin tablets, tissues and basic toiletries.

“I spent about half of it so there’s still some cash left. I figured we could save that or go to a thrift shop and hunt for some clothes.”

“Amazing,” Tim says appreciatively, “thanks Dick.”

Jason appeared to be more weary of the situation. “Any idea who this guy is? Name, number, nationality? You weren’t followed right?”

Dick shakes his head. “None. I’ve never seen him before. And no,” he sounds indigent now, “I was not followed. I know what I’m doing. Let’s eat and spilt what we have, for now and for later.”

They end eating the bread rolls filled with some sandwich fillings Dick had brought, they share a couple bottles of water between them, a couple fruit pots and the chocolate bar. Feeling ravenous Tim practically inhales his bread roll before forcing himself to slow down, he hasn’t eaten this well in weeks. When he glances at the other two they seem to be in a similar state, trying to enjoy the food and not finish it all at once. Who knows when they’ll next get to eat properly.

After finishing their meal they work to spilt the items into the two old and worn backpacks they have. It’s best to pack now so if they need to move quickly for whatever reason it’ll just be a case of grab and go without losing everything they’ve collected.

That evening they spend the time entertaining themselves, talking, sharing stories or simply sitting in silence as night time arrives and plunges their little hideout into darkness. When night falls Tim calls it a day and settles down in his corner where a blanket and jacket are spread out, the blanket covers himself and provides cushioning from the floor and the jacket is a makeshift pillow. The last time he slept in an actual bed must’ve been before he lived on the streets over a year ago, by now he's forgotten what it feels like. After some tossing and turning and listening to the whispers of Dick and Jason talking Tim falls into a pitiful sleep.

He wakes up to the world shaking and Jason swearing up a storm. Bleary and disoriented Tim scrambles up to his knees, he slips on the jacket he had been using as a pillow and looks around. It’s light inside their hideout, a light orange colour filling up the space to show the start of the sunrise, however the rich colour was ruined by the walls shaking and pieces of debris falling from the ceiling.

“What the fuck!” Jason screams out. He yells again and ducks away from the hideout’s entrance. Dick is crouched near him looking as frantic as Jason.

Doing his best to ignore the shaking, Tim gets to his feet and stumbles to the men, he attempts to peer out of the entrance to see what's going on for himself but he’s stopped when Dick pulls Tim behind him, shielding him. Tim grips onto Dick’s arm, concerned and confused. “What’s going on? What’s happening?”

Dick looks over his shoulder, his expression grim. “We’re being attacked. Stymphalian birds have found us and are attacking the building. They’re pushing their way through the concrete trying to get to us.”

A loud screech from outside could be heard and before Tim could even react Dick is shouting and tackling him away from the entrance, the elder uses his body to protect Tim as they crash to the floor. When they right themselves Tim sees metallic feathers now inside their hideout, long and bronze feathers that the birds had thrown through the gap.

Tim gasps. “Holy shit.” He turns to Dick with a wide eyed look. “What do we do?”

Shaking his head Dick looks lost, “I have no idea? Jason?”

“Shit!” They peer over to find the other man jumping back and narrowly avoiding the birds talons as they start to squeeze through the entrance. Their makeshift door is holding them back for now but they’re squeezing through the gaps where the door doesn’t quite fit the hole.

“I don’t know either. We can’t stay in here because we’ll be trapped but we’ll get mauled the moment we open that entrance.”

The walls shake again and the birds screech. They each cover their heads as more debris and dust falls down on top of them.

“We don’t have the weaponry to fight them either,” Dick comments, glancing around their hideout, “we’re sitting ducks.”

Tim’s mind is frantic. He’s trying to come up with a solution but nothing comes to mind. He doesn't know how to kill them and as Dick unhelpfully pointed out they don’t have the right weapons to fight off something attacking them like this. Tim has a retractable shield, while somewhat helpful it doesn't stop the birds from attacking him from behind. Jason has a few small daggers on his person and Dick has a couple escrima sticks. None of what they have will do lasting damage and certainly not enough so they could escape.

The birds screech again before the sound completely cuts out and everything goes quiet. It’s eerily silent for several beats and the three of them all share a glance in question and confusion as they wonder what’s going on. That’s when shouts, human shouts, could be heard followed by pained squawks and shrieks. The birds that had been attacking their hideout seems to have disappeared but there’s still commotion going on outside the building.

Jason makes a move to open up the entrance, risking the chance to get a glimpse to what is going on, but before he could grasp the handle the entrance door is suddenly yanked open and the three of them stumble back in surprise. Unexpectedly a blonde girl appears, her hair frazzled and her expression wide eyed and frantic. She peers into their hideout, taking in them and their surroundings before she’s jerking her head. “C’mon, grab your stuff and let’s go.”

Tim frowns and looks at Dick and Jason who look just as confused as he feels, none of them move for a moment but it’s in that time the girl is back now appearing exasperated by their behaviour.

“Look I get it, you don’t know me, why would you trust me, but it’s simple really. It’s either me or the birds; take your pick.”

Then she’s gone again.

“We don’t have a choice really, do we?” Tim comments, making a move to grab a rucksack from the side.

Dick moves to grab the other bag and shoulders it. He shakes his head. “Not really but be alert. We have no idea what's going on or why. Jay?”

Jason huffs but seems to be resigned. “I don’t like it but I like the idea of those birds even less. At the first sign of trouble we run and ditch okay.”

They all nod in agreement and climb out of their hideout for what would most likely be for the last time. As he leaves a sense of sadness washes over him, this hideout has been home for a month to two, the longest one since he's lived on the streets, it’s sad to be leaving.

Any sentiment thoughts completely vanish as soon as he stands on the street because the scene he steps into is one he had not been expecting. At the end of the alleyway the birds are there, screeching away and diving down at two others who are fighting them off with what look like proper weapons. A girl had a long spear in her hands, she was jabbing and taking swings at the monstrous creatures while her companion, a dark skinned male, appeared to be shooting beams of light from his hands and is burning the birds any time they get close.

“C’mon, this way!”

Tim’s broken out of the trance he had fallen into while watching the pair expertly fight the birds by the blonde girl. She’s standing at the other end of the alleyway next to a jeep and is waving the trio over.

After a moment of hesitation Dick and Jason start that way however Tim hovers behind, watching the other two continue to fight the birds. It’s only when one of the birds decide to take a dive at him, away from the fight, that he gets his ass into gear.

Taking off in a sprint Tim heads for the car with the bird screeching right behind him. As his feet pound against the floor he hears a shout of “dive left” and he lets his instincts take over. Dropping to the floor he rolls to the left and narrowly avoids the birds talons. As the bird goes to sweep back up that’s when it’s pierced through the body with a razor sharp spear. It’s wings stutter for moment before it drops down to the floor with a solid thump and promptly dies.

When the bird stops twitching Tim fights the feeling of nausea inside his stomach and scrambles to his feet to continue sprinting to the jeep. Once there he's immediately ushered into the vehicle by Jason and finally all three of them are inside in the car with the blonde at the steering wheel, she wastes no time in starting up the engine and booking it out of the alleyway.

“Wait!” Tim exclaims. “What about the others? You can’t just leave them!”

The blonde doesn't pay him much attention, keeping her focus on the road in front of her. “They’ll catch up. There's another car waiting for them. You three were the priority.”

“And what does that mean exactly?” Jason questions suspiciously. He leans forward from the backseat and glares at the blonde. “Who are you and where are you taking us?”

The girl huffs and meets Jason’s gaze through the mirror. “You’ll find out soon enough. Just trust me, you’re safe and you’ll get answers soon.”

“That isn’t good enough-”

“Jason.”

At Dick’s tone Jason huffs and glares at the man before rolling his eyes and slumping back in his seat grumbling unhappily. Tim watches him for a moment before looking at Dick in the front seat who appears to be switching his gaze between the road in front of them and the girl at the steering wheel. Tim doesn't know what’s going through his head but he’s glad he’s not alone in this. Jason and Dick are here so hopefully things will work out and if not they’ll be together to escape whatever it is they’re headed too.

It turns out they’re headed to a giant mansion in the middle of nowhere. They’ve been driving for about an hour outside the city before the girl, whose name they learn is Steph, turns off the main road into some country lanes before finally pulling up to an over exaggerated size of a drive way which loops around a water fountain and everything.  

The mansion is a huge and historic building, probably dating back centuries and the gardens surrounding the building are well maintained. Steph stops the car at the bottom of a huge staircase that leads to the front door of the building. “C’mon,” she says undoing her seatbelt and climbing out of the vehicle, “you’ll get your answers soon enough.”

The three of them hesitate to follow. From the front seat Dick looks over his shoulder at Tim and Jason, sharing a dubious look. “We stick together and run at the first sign of trouble. I have no idea what she wants but her and the others did save us from the birds so…” He trails off but doesn’t seem to believe his own words.

The three of them soon climb out of the vehicle then and as they gather at the bottom of the stairway they look up to see Steph talking to a tall man and child. The man switches his focus between Steph as she talks, her hands waving around animatedly, and them at the bottom of the stairs. The child on the other hand glowers at them without remorse.

After a few moments Dick lets out a gasp and a quiet “oh my god.” Both Tim and Jason whip their heads to the eldest in alarm.

“What is it?” Tim asks concerned. What if Dick’s just worked out this is trap? What did he see?

His answer Tim wouldn’t have ever guessed. “That’s the man who gave me the money yesterday.”

“Holy shit.” Tim curses, he looks back up at the man and the still glowering child. “That can’t be a coincidence surely.”

“Probably not no,” Jason says eyeing the place with speculation, “maybe giving Dick money was just the start of things. He followed us and when got attacked he saw an opportunity to help save us under the disguise of rescuing us only to bring us here to capture us instead.”

“For now just stay alert, we don’t know what he wants.”

The three of them wait at the bottom apprehensively for several more moments until the man and Steph to finish talking. Together they descend the staircase and only stop once on the floor with them. Now the trio could see the man clearly, he’s taller than Dick but shorter than Jason, he’s got a similar board build as Jason does but he’s clearly older with stubble on his face, lines across his forehead and combed back black hair. He's wearing smart attire that consists of a white shirt and black slacks and dress shoes.

The man’s blue eyes linger on the three of them and Tim gets the instant uneasy feeling of being analysed which he doesn’t appreciate from a stranger. The feeling only increases when the man talks.

“I know this must be confusing for you three and I understand you’ll have questions. I wanted this meeting to be under different circumstances but here we are now. Please know that you are safe here, it’s warded from anything and every creature dangerous to our kind. Why don’t we go inside to talk further.”

The man and Steph makes a move to go up the stairs but Tim, and the others don’t make a move to follow. The whole situation seems surreal, they can’t trust what's happening right now.

“You gave me that money with intention didn’t you?” Dick asks, his gaze firm and piercing the man. “That wasn't the first time you saw me either.”

The man pauses and seems to regard Dick for a moment before he’s shaking his head. “No. I’ve seen you perform a few times in different locations of the city. I wanted to be sure before approaching you.”

“Be sure of what?” Jason questions sharply. “That he was a demigod? Or that he was the right guy for whatever it is you have planned? We’re not buying this whole innocent act…”

The man turns his gaze on Jason, almost challenging him with the way he straightens up and keeps eye contact. “I don’t expect you to believe it, I understand that you can’t and won’t trust me or my family yet. That’s why I would like to talk to you. Now please, come inside.”

Without further ado he climbs up the steps without looking back. When he reaches the top he talks to the child still standing there and he leads the kid inside with a hand on his back. Steph stays at the bottom hovering stiffly. She opens her mouth to say something but seems to think better of it because she soon shakes her head and climbs the steps.

Still feeling uncomfortable, Tim takes the leap and follows Steph up the stairs, once he gets moving Dick and Jason follow behind him. This is either going to turn out to be really bad or something unexpected.

The inside of the building is just as, if not more, grand than the outside. Incredible features decorate the foyer, it’s in fact overwhelming to see it all at once. Tim doesn’t know where to look and stepping on the rich red carpet makes him feel like he’s committing a crime. Before he gets the chance to attempt to absorb his surroundings a voice is calling out directing him into a large room which Tim could guess is a family room, perhaps a smaller version of one at least. Inside there’s a few couches and loveseats, cabinets, a TV and bookcases line the walls, alongside that there’s an open fire and warm blankets and cushions. The coffee table in front of the couches is full of different bowls of snacks.

The kid and Steph are sharing one of the two couches while the man stands in the centre of the room. When Tim and his brothers enter he gestures for them to take a seat. They hesitate for a moment before Dick takes Tim’s hand and drags him to the other sofa, coincidentally the seat where they can see both the window and the door. Jason moves to stand behind them.

It falls silent and they stare at the man waiting for him to explain what the fuck is going on, surprisingly however Steph breaks the silence first. “Duke and Cass are almost back. No injures and they managed defeat the birds.”

“Thanks Stephanie.” He says and then turns to the trio. “I realise I haven’t introduced myself, I’m Bruce Wayne. You know Stephanie, and this is my son Damian. Cassandra and Duke are two others you would have met earlier.” He gestures to the kid who is still glaring at them. Tim scowls back not liking this kid’s attitude, he then scolds himself because he shouldn’t get wound up over a ten year old’s behaviour.

“That’s great,” Jason snarks, “now tell us why you brought us here.”

If Jason’s sharp demand irritates Bruce the man doesn't show it. He simply nods once in acceptance. “As soon as I saw you performing on the streets and I knew there was something different about you, just yesterday I manged to confirm you were in fact a demigod.”

Dick sounds both weary and suspicious when he asks, “how did you find out?” In his peripheral Tim sees Dick hand come to rest on his thigh, a place Tim knew where his stamp is.

A stamp is something every demigod has and is born with; it’s mark on the skin to show who their godly parent is. Every god has a different design, no bigger than a person’s palm, and every child born of that god has the same one, although it may appear on different parts of the body. Dick’s is on his right thigh, Jason’s is on the inside of his left ankle and Tim’s own is on his right shoulder. It’s a clear declaration that that person is in fact a demigod and who their parent is.

Dick must be thinking Bruce might have seen his stamp. Impossible considering Dick only ever wears trousers.

“It was your aura.” Bruce tells them. “When you were performing you were using your power, that’s how you manged to capture everyone’s attention, intentionally or not, because of this when I got close enough to give you the money I saw your aura, your power. That confirmed it. After that I began planning a way to approach you without making you feel like you were cornered however when we picked up signals there was an attack of Stymphalian birds in the city, it was coincidence they happened to be attacking you.”

His eyes drift from Dick to Tim and Jason behind them. “I didn’t make the connection it was you until Steph called to say she had three of you on the way here. The birds come from Ares, he only attends to attack his own offspring, as a way to challenge them, which means one of you is one of his.” His gaze lingers on Jason longer than Tim, telling them he knows exactly who it is.

Behind him Jason grumbles underneath his breath and Tim restrains himself from laughing. It was a nice feeling to break up the constant tension he’s been in since he got rudely woken up that morning.

Before anyone could say anything more two more people appeared in the room. They greet Bruce cheerfully and give him a quick rundown of what happened earlier before they settle themselves on the spare loveseats available. Tim figures this must be Cassandra and Duke, the ones they left behind to deal with the birds.

“You still haven’t explained why you brought us here.” Tim comments frowning at the group gathered. They don’t seem to be hostile towards them, the exception being the kid who is still glaring. “Not that we don’t appreciate your help, so thank you, but why are we here? You’re clearly demigods, but so what? Aren’t we all just in more danger the more of us there are together.”

“No. As I mentioned earlier this place is warded, consider it a safe haven for demigods.” Bruce explains with apparent never-ending patience.

“You’re here because I would like to help keep you safe, that’s why I spent a long time working out if you were a demigod or not. My intention was to speak to you and offer you a place here anyway, you being attacked removed that stage. I help keep demigods safe and help find them other safe havens if they wish to not stay here. I can help you to learn how to control your powers, help you to learn to fight and wield weapons, and simply to provide food, water and shelter.”

It's a wonderful idea Tim thinks to himself, the idea of being able to live somewhere without fear or without concerns about their next meal or really any concerns at all, even not being attacked. But. It’s too good to be true.

Glancing at his brothers he can tell they’re thinking the same thing. Dick turns to Tim and sends him a tight smile, he reaches over and grabs Tim’s hand, squeezing it in comfort.

“Why haven’t we heard of this before, safe havens for demigods?” Jason asks still sounding sceptical. When Tim glances at him his brother is sporting a frown with his arms crossed defensively over his chest.

His question makes sense though, out of the three of them Jason’s been on the streets the longest, ever since he was a young boy, the amount of things he’s witnessed in that time is almost endless, if anyone would have heard about a safe haven it would be Jason.

“We tend to keep it quiet. Only between ourselves and other havens. While it’s warded pretty well it’s not indestructible if a god or gods decide to attack then we would be in trouble.” Bruce looked troubled himself in admitting that, Tim honestly respects him a little for that, he’s enough of a leader to be able to identify and admit a weakness.

Behind him Jason huffs clearly not believing the explanation but he doesn't comment on it again.

The room lapses into an uncomfortable silence. Tim, Dick and Jason are still feeling uneasy about the situation they’ve found themselves in, it doesn’t help they have five pairs of unfamiliar eyes on them, observing them and every move they make. When it becomes clear they won’t be questioning Bruce anymore or there’s nothing left to be said the man speaks up again.

“I’m not expecting it but perhaps you three can stay the day and night, we have plenty of guest bedrooms, and then you can let me know what you think. You don’t have to stay here, you’re welcome to go to a different safe haven or instead you’re welcome to return back to the city.”

Jason mutters a comment about leaving there and then, how there’s no decision to be made, but Dick looks more thoughtful on the matter. He speaks up for the three of them. “We’ll be grateful for your hospitality for the day and night, thank you. We’ll need to talk about it between ourselves and perhaps we can talk to some of you about it as well, to gain different perspectives.”

The others in the room nod in agreement, as usual Damian glares at them, Tim’s now beginning to wonder if his face is just permanently stuck like that. Jason swears at Dick underneath his breath and Tim sends him a tight smile. He can’t help but admit he is curious about the place, how it works and why it exists. He became an orphan because he was attacked in his own home, he now can’t imagine living somewhere where it’s almost completely safe.

“If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask me,” Bruce says, he starts heading for the door, “I’ll be in my office if you need me. The kids will be more than happy to show you around and what this place is all about.”

With that Bruce leaves the room. It’s only seconds later that Damian gets up and also leaves, good riddance, Tim thinks, the kid was starting to piss him off. His attention is clearly averted however when Steph lets out an excited sound.

“Oh! Let’s do a house tour! This place is insane and overwhelming, especially the first time you see it.”

The blonde eagerly gets up and darts out of the room, sprouting off things about different rooms and what they can do. The other two, Duke and Cass take their time. Duke officially introduces himself and somehow immediately strikes up a conversation with Jason, Cass quietly and politely nods at them before gesturing Dick and Tim to follow her as she heads for the door, only steps behind where Duke and Jason are beginning to walk. Tim shares a look with Dick to which the elder merely shrugs and sends him a small grin, together they get up and leave the room, embracing themselves for the unknown.

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ghostbat week 2023 day 5 - shovel talk @ghostbatweek 😐😐

[puppiesandnightlock]

HELPPPPP

okay so i have three ideas for the super sons week bonus days and their all good and i cant choose one, therefore, i am asking you, the fandom people to choose one and help

so for every bat there is a super (vice versa) its more of like showing bruce and clark and then tim and connor and the super sons mimicking them or smth lol

i'll cut the poll two days b4 the 31st

edit: i posted tis like 6 hrs ago so due to the unexpected amout of votes in this poll im ending it tmrw lmao thx or yalls help ^^

EDIT EDIT : k so i left it up insteadofdeleting it and i see a clear winner here

anyways help me out maybe pls???? 🥺

[theawkwardvirgin]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jason Todd & Rose Wilson, Rose Wilson & Slade Wilson, Jason Todd & Slade Wilson, Emily Prentiss & Jason Todd, Rose Wilson & Emily Prentiss, Rose Wilson & Aaron Hotchner, The BAU Team & Rose Wilson Characters: Rose Wilson, Emily Prentiss, Slade Wilson, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Spencer Reid, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, Zatanna Zatara Additional Tags: Criminal Minds x DC Crossover Week 2023, Caring Aaron Hotchner, Rose Wilson needs a hug, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Emily Prentiss Needs a Hug, Protective Emily Prentiss, Bodyswap, Magic, Child Abuse, Slade Wilson Being an Asshole, Slade Wilson's A+ Parenting, Angst Summary:

Emily Prentiss and Rose Wilson swap bodies. Emily would like to know who the hell she needs to arrest for putting so many scars on this girl's body. Rose would like to know who the hell decided to put her in some old person's body. AKA Rose stared at her reflection, one hand drifting up to touch her cheek. An unfamiliar face stared back.

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