#Batman

[itsdabatt]

happy national impersonate your favorite vigilante day to those who celebrate

[amorkuku]

[mynameisjag]

Prompt by: @shiwalkers-ineffability

DpxDc snarky danny lives in Gotham and is just trying to get a degree but keeps almost getting adopted by various members of the Justice League

“Listen, I’m not like 12 or whatever age you think I am, I am an adult that is going to his class at college, I am near graduation and would like to focus more on that then whatever issue it is you have with me.”

To be fair to Dick, the guy in front of him really did look like a middle schooler…a middle schooler that just came out of a package store with a bag filled with various types of alcohol.

The face glaring up at him still had baby fat, voice still at that young age, a little on the too thin side but not unhealthy yet…he looked like he just got back from the playground. How and why did the store owner sell him alcohol?

“I can see it in your face, it’s the same one all those other heroes had when they ran into me, I have an I.D., I have a job, I fucking pay taxes, I do not need help or supervision. Fuck off.”

And the guy was moving, short legs stomping away.

“Wait, hold on, I still have questions!”

There was a sigh and the kid turned around to stare at him, “What? I do not need the furry brigade busting into my apartment, so get what you want to ask out of the way. Fucking worse then red underwear guy back in Metropolis.”

“You mean Superman?”

“I don’t care what his name is, he thought I was a lost kid and took me to the precinct to call my parents. Got laughed at is all what happened.”

“What’s with all the alcohol?”

“College student, just aced an extremely hard and taxing test and me and some friends are celebrating and it was my turn to do the alcohol run and before you continue on with this, yes, the guy checked my ID, I’m old enough by several years. Just do your weird stalker thing and look me up.”

“Right, ‘weird stalker thing?,’”

“You are not and won’t be the last “hero” to make this mistake.”

Nightwing just smiled and tapped on his communicator, “Hey, Oracle-“

“-Tell Danny I said hi and leave him alone, this is a Babydoll situation.”

“Oh, um, Oracle says hi…”

“Glad she remembers me from the last couple of times, so tell her hello and goodbye, I’m on a schedule.”, and with that Danny was storming off.

“Oof, this happen a lot, O?”

“You have no idea.”

[frownyalfred]

the thing about being a self-professed slut is that people really, really don’t want the details. Bruce Wayne limps into a boardroom at Wayne Enterprises, makes finger guns at Lucius Fox, and loudly says rough night with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

suddenly no one in that room is pressing him for details. they absolutely don’t want further illustration of whatever encounter Wayne had last night, and that’s exactly why they ignore the clearly broken and taped ribs, the way the limp is a strained ankle and not something else, the puffiness to his nose that suggests someone hit him in the face with a closed fist, multiple times. one look at that suggestive, playboy smile and the rest of the details fade away.

[bloomeng]

remember when i mentioned their magical artifacts change their uniforms as they grow as people….. anyway magical girl batgirl and discowing

[incorrectbatfam]

Each kid has a different sweatshirt from a college that Bruce dropped out of send tweet

[peculiardiction]

More bitty bats cause I love drawing them ough,,,,,

Also reposting some of these cause the reblog wasn’t seen as much but I love them!

[ditzybat]

Fanon Tim, a mysterious super smart hacker bro on the same level of Oracle, who’s also unhinged, caffeine dependent, morally grey, negative rizz, lowkey has the highest body count of all the bats, and is a badass: and I will watch the crimson blood, leak from you neck

Canon Tim, loser skater boy who plays DnD in his spare time, nap addicted, pulls hella bitches, strict moral code with the bad habit of seeing only black and white, and is also a major badass: woah, that kid is hardcore goth

[incorrect-batfam-quotes-mostly]

Bruce: TIM! Are you ok? I heard screaming

Tim, in tears: I had a nightmare about the duolingo owl

Bruce, who's parenting books have not prepared him for this: ....what

Jason, from the other room: HOOT HOOT

Tim: screaming

[tiger-grace]

(Batman gets de-aged in a fight)

Duke: he really does look like Damian if you squint, doesn’t he?

Jason, walking in: oh, look, it’s the poster child for untreated youth mental illness

Tim: no, thats Bruce, not-

Jason: did I stutter

[inkpotsprite]

This was after he blew up all of the Leagues tech.

[flonflonflon]

birdification beam!!

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Danny has an ice core. But i don’t think that Dani had an elemental core that was mentioned in the show.

So in this prompt, Dani has an earth core. She’s getting used to using it, practicing almost daily when she’s alone.

Until one day, someone sees her.

Ra’s comes across a girl with incredible earth magic and kidnaps her, forcing her to teach his grandson Damian her magic.

Damian was only 4 to her 12, but he was liminal enough so that he could develop a core. A shadow core.

If Dani was honest, she didn’t hate her years with the LOA. Ra’s was a creep, but Talia treated and referee to her as a daughter. She knew the Leuage was bad news, but they gave her a home.

Damian was young, he didn’t understand blood relations in family. So when he saw his mother treat Dani like a daughter, he just assumed her was her sister and just never end mentioned his thoughts. After all, Mother never mentioned she before, so Damian thought he shouldn’t either.

Meeting his father only solidified his theory. Dani and Bruce look similar enough. He also never mentions another sister other than Cass.

It was only a couple years later that Damian’s magic is found out and her goes

Damian: I don’t know why you’re so surprised, your other daughter also has magic. Mother never has any so it must come from you

Everyone looks at Bruce: … your other WHAT??

Bruce: …🤨😟😣😩

Even better if Danny has already joined the JLD and meets Damian and Damian is like

Damian: 🤨🤨

[kalopsia-draws]

Bats! 🦇

[thebat-musicman]

9 year old Dick: If you’re a friendless loser and you know it, clap your hands!

Bruce:

Dick: Clap. Your. Hands.

Bruce: *clap clap*

———

12 year old Jason: HEY YOU!

Jason: HEEEEEY YOU!

Jason: HEY! YOU!

Bruce: It’s not polite to not call people by their names, Robin.

Jason: Nice try, Hey You. I know my mentor’s name.

———

13 year old Tim: You see this coffee, Bruce?

Bruce: Thank you for making this for m-

Tim: This is my coffee. You are having water. Only people who don’t break mugger’s fingers get coffee.

———

Clark: Batman, your Robins are so polite. They must have been a joy to raise.

Bruce, through clenched teeth: Such a joy.

[breannasfluff]

Danny’s standing next to a newly cleared lot, staring at the shining glass, when someone joins him. 

“Find something good?” The voice is soft and smooth and the air smells of jasmine. 

Danny glances over to see who can only be Poison Ivy. Her hair flows around her face and vines coil up her legs and across her body. Others wave gently around her, like tentacles. 

Not that he’s one to talk. He’s in ghost form, hovering a few feet off the ground so he doesn’t cut his feet. 

“Just a lot of broken glass,” he says, answering her earlier question. “I’m trying to come up with a way to clean it up safely. If I use ice, the glass will just turn brittle and break.”

Ivy tilts her head at him, brow furrowing. “You are…helping?”

“Sure. No one deserves glass in their feet.”

There’s something about the rogue that’s…familiar, somehow. The way she quirks her brow, maybe. He’s certainly never met someone who smells so much like jasmine, though. 

Poison Ivy gestures and vines rush forward below Danny’s feet. He floats up a little higher–hopefully out of easy grabbing distance–and watches them snake into the rubble. From there they grow. And grow. 

It’s a lot like the weed he helped Pam with at the warehouse, actually. No thorns and prickles, though. Instead, the weight of the vines presses the smooth skin into the ground–and glass. Ivy hisses slightly, then gestures and pulls the vines back. They tower up into the air, riddled with glass shards. The ground is clean.

Danny claps, throwing the rogue a delighted grin. “That’s amazing! I wish I could do that!”

Ivy stares at him, like she’s never come across such an odd specimen before. Danny ignores it; he’s used to people staring for one reason or another. Danny don’t do that; Danny that might explode; Danny that’s an untested hypothesis you can’t base an experiment on a hunch–! 

“Would you…” the rogue chews over the words before finally letting them go. “Would you take the vines somewhere to dispose of?”

“Sure!” Danny’s easy acquiescence seems to catch her by surprise. “I’ve got just the empty lot for it.” He floats up to the towering vine, reaching out to turn it intangible. Then he hesitates because that’s…a pretty distinctive power. 

Ivy watches him, making no move to attack or run away. Plants coil around her feet. Well, if anyone’s going to see his power, she doesn’t seem like someone who can judge. Or hopefully report him. 

Praying he’s not doing something stupid, Danny grabs the vines, turns them intangible, and shoots off in an arc to the Bowery.