#and this would work with tim and damian because

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

❝DAY IN THE LIFE OF TODDLER DAMI.ᐟ ❞

summary ━ au in which older, sibling reader !! takes care of toddler damian .

⤿ fluff , clingy , toothing aching fluff₊⊹

╰›clingy toddler damian who is always up early in the morning . this grumpy toddler has a habit of walking up , five in the morning , crawling out of his crib ninja style and sneaks down into the kitchen and begins to bang on pots and pans that literally wakes up the entire batfamily.

╰› every morning everyone just strolls into the kitchen - dick always tries to pry damian off of the pans causing the child to wail like he's dying.

╰›" please tell me the kid comes with an off button " jason grumbles as he trudges into the kitchen , beelining to the fridge . damian is still wailing , even started swatting at dick. " UHMMM some help would be nice?" dick begs as damian swats him straight in the face.

╰›tim finally walks in and throws himself into a nearby chair , " uhhhh give him to name or something ?" he murmurs. damian immediatly seizes his wailing , " namie ?" he babbles as his eyes look around curiously trying to spot you.

╰›" well that got him to shut up " jason gurmbles as he pops a grape into his mouth. everything was calm and quiet if you minus damian's babbling . dick propped him into his high chair and breathed out a sigh of relief - finally he can eat breakfast in peace.

╰›wrong . so utterly worng because in that very moment bruce walked in and damian immediately began wailing . " YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME -" dick screeches as damian fulls on wails - chubby face turning red.

╰›" of course he starts crying when he sees you " jason sighs out in exaperation and tim just gave bruce a blank look. " HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW ?" bruce yells out. " B HE'S YOUR KID DO SOMETHING " tim yells back tired from everything.

╰›bruce then picked up damian , " shhhhh its okay , its okay -" bruce attempted to soothe the child but damian was not having it , he full on grabbed onto bruce's hair and started yanking it. bruce let put a groan as he attempts to get damian off of him .

╰›in that exact moment , you walk in , eyes blurry from sleep , hair messy as you stroll into whatever choas this was . " what the hell ..." you murmur as you take in the situation.

╰›damian immediately let up his fight ehen he hear your voice and turned towards you babbling and making grabby hands . " name here you hold him " bruce says , voice tired as he straight up shoved damian into your arms. damian immediately wraps himself around you and begins nuzzling his face into your neck like some cat.

╰›" uhmmm okay " you murmur as you take a seat . " namie namie namie " damian babbled on , playing with your hair. " mhmmm you want food ?" you murmured softly as you outstretched your hand and snagged an apple from dick's plate .

╰›" thats litterally mine -" dick yelped but you ignored him and focused on peeling your apple and slicing them. " i can't believe he is acting so nice when name's here and when she isn't he truns into a demon that's sole goal is to terroize our exsistence" jason complains.

╰›you fed damian a slice before popping one into your own mouth , " he's just a kid that's just what kids do " you defended and dick let out a hiss , " i didn't behave like that when i was a kid " ," oh how would you know dickie boy ?" tim asks , " OH YOU WANNA GO THAT LOW HOW ABOUT YOU-" , dick yells out .bruce sighs - already fed up with everyone fighting.

╰›name sighs - this happens every damn morning - of course someone has to start a fight . name fed damian the last of the apple slices before pushing back her chair. " i'm going to work " name grumbled out as she makes a beeline back upstairs . " TAKE THE DEMON SPAWN WITH YOU " jason calls after her.

╰› name sets damian on her bed , the child immediately crawls into her pillows and began biting it like a chew toy. " alright little menance time to get you changed " name announced as she turns to her wardrobe and returns put with a green pants and a yellow shirt with a cartoon cow going ' moo' .

╰› " do you like ?" name asks as she lays out the outfit on the bed . damian just crawls over and sits down on it , " namie " he says pointedly. " alright then , come on let's get you washed up " .

╰› name sets damian in the batub , the bubbles engulf his tiny form , the only thing you can see was his raven hair and green eyes as he spalshes about . name sits at the head of the tub , lathering her hands with baby shampoo .

╰› she then carefully massages it into his hair while he splashes about with a rubber duck . " namie , namie namiee~" he giggles out excitedly. name giggles along with him , " yes dami i see the ducky , is it your ducky ?" name questions as she grabs the shower detachment to wash off the shampoo out of his hair carefully not to get it in his eyes.

╰› " namieeee " he babbles as he makes the duck spin in the water. " yes dami i see the duck spin " . once name is finished with his hair she lets him spladh about a few more minutes while she gets his towel and clothes ready.

╰› she empties the bath and immediately towel dries him off , slipping on his diaper when he gets distracted with her hair. she lathers him in lavender scented baby lotion and slips clothes onto him before taking him back into her bed.

╰› " namiee " damian giggles out as he crawls around the bed . name only smiles as she fishes out her phone and clicks on her youtube and hands it over to dami , " okay dami , namie's gonna shower okay , be good " name tells him before sbe gives him a forehead kiss and runs off to get herself dressed.

╰› name returns back agter a few minutes , dressed in her work clothes as she picks up damian and brings him with her over to her vanity. damian tears his eyes away from the phone and watches her with big staty eyes as name does her makeup routine .

╰› " namiee" he murmurs softly as his tiny hand attempts to grab at name's brush. " you want some sweet boy ?" name asks , causing him to giggle . name thrn gently swishes some blush onto his face causing him to giggle . " pretty baby " she murmurs causing him to giggle. name finishes up , she fixes her own clothes and adjusts damian's along with combing out his spikey hair before she decemds down stairs.

╰› dick , tim and jason were already putting on their sscjool shled and grabbing their backpacks , " bye name !!" they shoyt after her as she enters the garage , " bye guys - don't do anything stupid " she calls afyer them . name unlocks her car , opening the backseat and slotting damian into his booster seat.

╰› alfred passes by , getging the limp ready to drop the other boys to school and bruce to work. " morning master name and good morning master damian " alfred greeted as he gave damian a headpat. " alfie " damian greeted back as he waved at the old man. " morning alfred , take care on the road " name greeted as she double checked damian being secured in his seat before making her way to the driver's side.

╰› " as do you master name " alfred greets back as he too , enters the limo as the boys begin piling into the car . name speds out of the driveway and makes her way to wayne enterprises. she fiddles aorund with the radio and settles in a station that talks about today's news whike in the background damian plays roblox on his ipad.

╰› an hour passes and name parks her car , finally at wayne enterprises . she switches off the engine and grabs her purde from the passenger seat before heading to thr back to unlock damian from his booster seat . name locks her car and makes a beeline to the elevator in the receptionist area.

╰› " good morning miss wayne !" multiple emplouees greet her on her way over and she gives them back a polite " good morning " . name's assistant walks uo to her and gives her a run down of what's on the day's agenda before she takes the ride up the elevator.

╰› unlocking her office , she sets damian in his custom play pen area thats next to her desk. she gives him a big old kiss " be good today okay dami ? if you need me i am right there " sje tells jim as she points over to her chair nearby.

╰› " namieee " damian giggles out as he gives her a cheek a kiss before crawling away to play with his wooden bricks. name's whole morning was spent doing paper work and taking online meetings . at nine , she cutted up some banan slices and gave damian a juice box as a snack to which he eagerly took.

╰› eleven she took her lunch and picked damian up and ride the elevator back down. she handed bruce's assistant some paperwork before she made her way to her way to the cafeteria .

╰› she grabbed herself a lunch , a sandwhich for damian and a coffee before heading back to her office . name cut the egg sandwhich in half and refilled damian's sippy cup with fresh water before handing it over to damian. damian ripped it into tiny sloced before eating it , both spent their lunch eating and watching some random slime video.

╰› tweleve tolled aroind and damian began to get fussy so name immediately picked him up and stepped outside into her offic's balcony . she rubbed his back and began to soothe him , " its okay dami , it's okay " . " namieeee " he fussed , his tiny face turned grumpy as he yawns . " i know hunny , i know i know " she soothes.

╰› when damian was still fussy name whent into her private bathroom to change his diaper thinking that was the issue yet still he was fussy. " namieeeeeeee " he cried out as he hugged her tightly when they left the bathroom.

╰› name sighs as she makes her way into his play pen area and sits into the rocking chair. " let's read a story yeah ?" she asks as she prop the bpy onto her lap . " namie " he answers back as he snuggled himself closer to her. name begins reading him peter pan as she began rocking him back and forth and soon enough he was long asleep.

╰› name continue rocking him for a good while - making sure he was actually asleep before putting him down in a nearby crib to sleep. name continues on her work , at the end of every hour she will check up on damian to ensure he was okay.

╰› soon enough it was three in the evening , damian has finally awoken from his nap and name takes it as her cue to clock out. she organizes her paperwork while damian properly wakes up and by the times shes finished and turns to go get him , damian's already crawled out of his crib making a beeline to her.

╰› name picks him up , " hiii dami ~ " she coos after him , " namieee !!!" he cooed right nack as he hugs her , nuzzling into her . name kisses him on his cheek , " yes i miss you too dami " she anwers. name finds herself buckling damian back into his booster seat before giving him some gummy worms and his ipad.

╰› name then takes him to a nearby park and sets him in a sandbox to which the menance decides to crush some other kid's samd castle. name yelped , " no dami , we do not smash other's sand castles" name scolded him as in the background the other kid started crying.

╰› damian watched the kid cry with a poker face but turned to name to see her talking woth the kid's very angry mom , " teach your kid manner bitch" the woman cursed her put as she grabbed her cryong kid by the arm and stomped away.

╰› name persued her lips , holding back the vile comment she was about to spit back as she watches them leave until she feels a tug on her sleeve. she turns around to see damian looking at her confused , " namie ?" he titled his head .

╰› name sighs aslnd leams down to kiss damian on his head , " it's okay dami , namie's okay carry on okay ?" name assures him. name watches from the swing set as damian carries on building sandcastles amoug other kids .

╰› once the sun began setting name picks up dami and head back to her car , " namiee " damian murmurs as his head nuzzles into her neck . " mhmm love you too dami " name answers back as she buckled him back him and drove them back home .

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ thanks for reading !!

[demonicsuffrage]

Over the years, Bruce has slowly noticed, why exactly Dick's mom had nicknamed him robin. Ofcourse he was born on the first day of spring and is always flitting about, but there's more...robin-like traits that have long since cemented his original robin status

Bruce, rushing to check up on his newly adopted child, Dick, who just walked into a glass door with eyes wide open: Chum? Why did you just walk into glass?

Dick: What glass?

Bruce: I-

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Jason, watching teen, newly discowing!Dick pack up his stuff to move out: Why do you have that hoard?

Dick, shoving his collection of shiny objects, including but not limited to, pins, buttons, spoons, forks, medals and trophies, into a bag: What hoard?

Jason:

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Tim, traumatized after having seen Dick dance in front of Barbara at a ball: Why would you willingly do that? Was that a mating dance?

Dick: A what? I'm not a bird, Tim

Tim: ok

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Damian, looking disgruntled as Dick spoonfeeds him some porridge: Why must you insist on this, Richard? I am 10, not 4

Dick: But you work so hard for patrol and school everyday!

Documentary playing in the background: And the Mama Bird will feed it's chick until it is big enough to hunt on it own....

Damian: ...

Damian: Tt. Fine, you may.

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Duke, on a rare night patrol, batting Batman!Dick away after the fifth time he tried to cover him with his cape: Dude quit it

Dick: But you're vulnerable at night because of your suit!

Duke, suddenly remembering how birds will try to cover their chicks with their wings to keep them safe: I owe tim so many churros

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And also, ofcourse, the many, many times Bruce has seen them all huddling together around Dick like they actually are robin chicks huddling around a robin mama

[lush-escape]

This is Me Trying

pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

synopsis: your friend takes you out to a street race to meet her boyfriend and his brothers

a/n: street racing Jason Todd won't leave my brain. I'm going to do my best to keep reader as ambiguous as possible. Updates will probably be slow between work but I will also be posting this to my AO3 which i will link here. I hope you enjoy ♡

next: part 2

“I just don't see the entertainment in it, is all.” You try to explain to your friend. She had finally, finally, dragged you to one of her boyfriend's street races. You could see the appeal to them. Hot people racing dangerously and illegally in cars or on motorcycles, what's not to like? Aside from the fact that you only get to see them take off and then they're gone. A whole ten seconds of oggling.

“It's not just the race,” your friend smiles as she drags you along the sidewalk. It's dark out, almost midnight already, groups of people walking alongside you to the meet up.

“Its also the after party. You will have fun. I promise. Maybe you'll meet someone.” She shrugs, you roll your eyes. And yet you follow along like a puppy dog to humor her all the same.

It's crowded, almost overly so. Suffocating in a way. But your friend finds her boyfriend easily like she has a GPS radar on him. He's handsome, because of course he is. Dark hair and beautiful blue eyes, dark brown skin. Dick, she said his name was. This is your first official time meeting him.

He's friendly and polite and his smile was bright enough to power up Superman if he really put his mind to it. You doubt it would be hard for him. You stand off to the side a bit awkwardly as the two talk for a second, catching up. You hear him mention his brothers.

There's more of him?

You can hear your friend and Dick talking quietly to each other before you catch;

“Yeah, I mean.. Jay's here tonight. I could introduce them.” Dick mumbles with a smile and you notice him burying his face into the side of your friend's hair. Ugh.

“Jason?” A younger voice pipes up, you turn your head to take in the newcomers. “If you hate your friend you could just say that, there is no need for torture.” Dick laughs before introducing his younger brother, Damian.

He says they're adopted but you find that hard to believe when they look almost identical. Aside from the fact Damian has green eyes instead of blue. Both black hair and dark skinned. Damian speaks more properly, you notice, with a hint of an accent you can't quite place.

“I dunno man,” another speaks. Tim, you find out his name is. “Jason's been in a pissy mood all day. I wouldn't-”

“It's fine, it's fine! It'll be good for him. He needs to make new friends.” Dick insists.

They're talking about you as if you're not even there - not giving you a chance to speak for yourself on if you want to meet this Jason person or not. Your friend laughs. You glare.

Damian and Tim share a look before shaking their heads and that doesn't look promising at all. You're regretting your agreement to come along but your friend places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“I've met Jason before, he's nice.” But you know what her definition of “nice” is. It's far different than your own.

“Yeah, mhm.” You respond with a half hearted smile.

But the group walks further into the crowd. More cars and motorcycles come into view. You learn that Dick races with a 1979 trans am, one that he rebuilt with his brothers. The five of you walk by it and it's impressive. You find out that Tim is, apparently, still hesitant on racing while Damian claims he's too young - Dick teased him for being scared which earns him a chop to his throat.

‘If Jason is like these three then he can't be so bad.’ you think to yourself.

Until you see him. The small group stands in front of a heavily modded black and red Honda CBR600RR. It's nice. Clean. You stare at the bike until a gruff voice cuts you out of your thoughts.

“What, Dick?” Jason's expression is one of pure irritation as he tunes his bike.

He's tall and built like a brick shit house. Your mouth almost goes dry. Black hair with a white tuft in the front with a broad chest, beefy biceps, and piercing blue eyes. Oh boy.

“Just showing the angel around,” Dick slings an arm around your friend's shoulder. “And her friend.” Dick gestures to you. Tim and Damian step aside, a parting of the sea. You stand silently, almost dumbfounded, until you find your voice again.

“Uh, hey-” You try.

“No. I don't want to talk to people.” He cuts you off.

Oh.

“Told you,” Damian snickers quietly to Tim with a crooked smirk who shakes his head with a snort of laughter that he tries to cover with his hand. Your friend gives you a sympathetic look.

Great.

“C'mon, Jay. Don't be rude, I was trying to introduce- ” Dick tries again.

“Ain't got time. Race starts soon.” Jason grunts as he stands to his full height and holy shit is he intimidating. “Sorry, little birdie.” He comments as his gaze sizes you up. But he turns away before you can even get a word in.

‘Nice my ass.’ You think to yourself with an eye roll off to the side. Dick shoots you a sympathetic smile before he leads you and your friend away from Jason back towards his trans am.

“Worry not. That was him being polite.” Damian turns his smirk to you. Lovely.

It's a warm night in Gotham already and the crowd of people definitely doesn't help. “So it's always like this?” You ask your friend as you watch groups of people walk by laughing and talking. She nods in response.

“It's fun! I didn't think the racing scene in Gotham was this big but it kinda makes sense I guess.”

“I never even knew there was a ‘racing scene’.” You comment in response which gets a small laugh from Dick.

“Oh yeah, the scene’s huge here. It's fun and illegal, two things that every Gothamite loves.” He jokes.

“So, do you race for fun or.. is there a pool involved?” You ask Dick. The most knowledge you had about street racing was from the Fast and the Furious movies.

“For fun!” Dick beams. “Okay, well- winning the pot is nice, obviously. But personally? I do it for fun.” The answer makes sense to you. Dick gives off the vibes of an adrenaline junkie with the energy of a golden retriever.

“And Jason?” You ask, pretending to simply be curious. Dick stops for a second before he smiles at you. He looks at you like he knows something you don't.

“He races-...” Dick cuts himself off, his eyes roam off to the side as he chooses his words.

“Jason races to forget.” Tim finished for Dick who simply nods in response.

“Cliche.” You respond.

“Very.” Damian agrees. He looks less than impressed. “For him racing is simply a way to focus solely on the rush. Nothing else.”

[ladyloveandjustice]

#on the one hand steph not being a prodigy like the other bats but doing what they do anyway fearlessly is one of her most charming traits#and I say this as someone who's other favorite bat characters are damian and cass i love prodigies in fiction#but it doesn't feel true to who steph is. she's always defined herself as one of the 'have-nots' in a world of 'haves'#but you're absolutely right that it boggles my mind how she's genuinely so good in canon when you take context into consideration#they never ONCE mention fighting training! not even a perfunctory 'oh steph got in lots of scraps as a kid'#because...i genuinely don't know why not!#post-52 after Steph has had SO much bat training she's still extremely low ranked in the batfamily in terms of abilities#i stand beside the fact that tim may have technique but steph has raw strength creativity and a scrappiness that could give her edge#she should at least be able to take tim. i feel this in my heart (no hate to tim)

I do agree that Steph having to struggle is part of what makes her so relatable, but it just...wasn't written in a way that made much sense when you look at what she can do vs how little support she had. There are other ways to write her as having to work harder (she could struggle in specific areas but be acknowledged as prodigious in others, for example) that would have been more consistent Either way, it would have been realistic to have seen leaps of improvement by the time she was Robin.

It's kind of the double edged sword-- Steph being an underdog, her resilience, not giving up when everyone's against her, is part of what makes her loveable and inspiring, yet the reason she's was an underdog is because of sexist writing where other characters's treatment of her was often incredibly condescending at best or nonsensical and cruel at worst.

As for Tim, yeah she should absolutely be on his level at the very least Look at this part in Robin 5-- In one corner, Tim has been trained by Lady Shiva and Batman and fought multiple big deal supervillains. In the other corner, we have Steph is out crimefighting on her own for her second time ever with only high school gymnastics experience and scrappiness to rely on.

She gets the drop on him and overpowers him! It might not have stayed that way if the fight had continued, I'm sure Tim-Drake's-gotta-be-the-best truthers would say, but the fact she gives him this kind of beating when there's such a huge experience gap between them?

(and also. despite his claim here it didn't hurt that much he then immediately indicates it actually did and even complains about it in the first page of the next issue, which I always found very funny)

(Tim you're the same size)

So, realistically, you look at this and think she should be better, or at least as good as Tim, if she receives the same training.

And it wouldn't be a knock against Tim if she had been more skilled than him in that area after recieving Batman training, he often admits that he's not the athletic prodigy other Robins are, that that's not his strongest area, his strengths have always been strategizing and outthinking threats, and he can outdo Steph in that area easily.

One thing that always bothered me as a kid, and still bothers me, is it honestly makes so little sense Steph didn't rank super high on the scale of Martial Artists after receiving the Robin training, if it's so amazing. Considering what she could do while untrained, the experience she had, it's baffling that no one ever considered her a prodigy, or that she wasn't at least notably more skilled than say, Tim was, when she started out as Robin.

Like, Steph was in the field and knocking out grown men twice her size with zero training. It was not even mentioned that she took martial arts classes or anything to explain how she can do this, just gymnastics and softball. And both were high school gymnastics, high school softball, not fancy expensive classes??? Even Babs, in Batgirl Y1 had the advantage of having taken martial arts classes and presumably a lot more since her goal was to be in the FBI.

Meanwhile Steph like. She's jumping off rooftops and surfing trains and taking down bad guys with nothing. Tim's gone through extensive Batman training and trained with Lady Shiva and all this stuff, and obviously she's not as good as him and needs him to watch her back at times, but she can keep up with him, and even saves him or get the jump on him quite a few times, and that's incredible when you think about it. Tim gave her gadgets and instructions in the field, but it's never shown that he taught her any moves.

There's even a panel where Batman notes Stephanie almost snuck up on him and "not many people can do that" when again, no training, no martial arts classes, this is way before he agreed to give her any help at all-- and then for some reason, after noting this girl with no training is more talented than most people he knows, just keeps telling her she's not good enough and should go home.

That's a ridiculous level of raw talent, and it's honestly so bizarre nobody in the Batfamily ever noted that and kept telling her to go home. When she does get training, it's very sporadic, it is not clear how much Batman or Black Canary trained her the first time, he disappeared on her and then fired her as soon as he came back, and we never saw her get trained on screen by Dinah (the only person who ever acknowledged she had talent). She sparred with Cass, but Cass never taught her anything. Despite all this, she was noticeably getting way better during the era.

But when she received the six month Robin training that's supposed to make them so strong or whatever...how did that not result in her being a prodigy? She's the only Robin who was an experienced superhero before she took on the mantle?

Bruce literally tells her "Tim did this better" when he was training her about something, which makes no sense considering she came into being Robin with way more skills and experience and martial arts prowess??? When she was surviving on her own and fighting villains before that? When she could nearly sneak up on Bruce even before that?

You could claim she's a "bad student" or whatever, but she was a clearly very good at taking her gymnastic coach's instructions, enough to become a genius at it, so that doesn't really hold water.

The only explanation that would make any sense would be that Bruce taught her badly on purpose. which. unfortunately wouldn't be too far out of character from how he treated her in that era. (And that she apparently improved a lot under Babs tutelage as Batgirl but not his. So. Not a good look for him)

I mean the real answer for why all this makes no sense is DCs misogyny ofc. But it’s pretty wild how there’s no justification for this in universe.

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Shut Up! | Batmom x Batfam

Note: Part of the Continuity or the Original Storyline of Bruce Wayne /Batman x Vivian Pryor

Synopsis: When the Batkids saw a video on Tiktok about kids trying to see the reaction when they tell their Mom to shut up. It looks like fun to see Bruce’s reaction… but the problem is they forgot to tell Vivian about the whole thing and… well, hell broke loose. 

“It’s a bad idea,” Tim said.

“Come on, it’s cute and sweet, and that’s what the internet wants!” said Stephanie. “They want to see real men. Real husbands!”

“I’m already out. No way I’m saying that to Ma,” Jason got up and left to make an order. Cassandra soon followed too, not wanting to be part of the joke the others wanted to play and try to slip in her order with Jason’s. That leaves Dick, Duke, Barbara, Damian, Tim, Stephanie, and Kate.

To be honest, Kate just wanted to hang out there and maybe see how this will turn out.

“Okay, I guess everyone here is in on it,” said Stephanie.

“I’m not, I’m just in it for the show,” Kate raised her hand.

“Me too, I don’t want to say that to Mom,” Damian was about to walk out until Dick pulled him by his hoodie. “Grayson, you know I hate it when you do that!”

“Viv does that to you all the time!” Dick exclaimed.

“I said I hate it when you do it!” Damian swatted his hand away. “What is this about anyway?”

“You can’t go, you’re the important piece in the plan!” Stephanie exclaimed. 

Thank god they were in Bat Burger, else Bruce would have heard about it.

“I’m not saying that to mom!” Damian glared at them. All of them. “Why can’t Drake say it or Thomas?”

“Bruce will figure it out if it was Duke���he’s too nice—and… when was the last time you told Vivian to shut up?” Stephanie turned to Tim.

“Never.”

“What about Grayson?”

Dick chuckled. “We worked it out even before you were conceived in that little test tube, Viv and I are good. Bruce will  find me out too if I do it.”

“But why me?”

“Because you’re the only one who was a little shit to her when Bruce brought back a kid from the streets,” Jason answered as he came back with his order. “Yeah, I know. You even called Ma a harlot.”

Damian blushed in embarrassment. 

“And there are times when you still lash out,” Tim added. He and Jason had a hidden fistbump behind Stephanie’s head. Oh, how they love messing with Damian.

“But I’m not like that to her anymore,” Damian said, pouting.

Dick was about to give in but Kate covered his mouth and let Stephanie do the talking, “It’s just a little fun. We’ll tell Viv about the prank and she’ll know you won’t mean it.”

“You guys will tell her?” 

“Yeah, we’ll tell her, and we’ll all laugh at the end of it. So, you in?”

“Fine.”

~ * ~

They forgot to tell her.

~ * ~

It was a normal day in the Manor. Everyone was hanging out in the living room doing their thing with their phones and cameras ready to record anything. They were getting this little clip if it was the last thing they did. 

“Wow, it’s like finding the Holy Grail here,” Vivian said as she and Bruce came to the living room. They just got home from her ultrasound, she looked tired from all the walking. Or maybe that’s just part of the act, they thought.

“What are you all doing here?” She asked.

“Oh you know, hanging out or is that not allowed anymore?” Stephanie asked.

“Kate too?” Bruce raised a brow.

Kate shrugged. “Can’t I visit my favorite cousin?”

“I’m your only cousin.”

“Right, but you know what I mean. Listen, I just want a change of scenery, find some entertainment that I know I’ll find here,” she snickered. Stephanie pinched her arm and she swatted her hand away. 

Heavily pregnant, Vivian went to the couch in need to sit down. Her ankles were killing her, but just as she was to lean back, Alfred slipped the perfectly fluffed pillow behind her.

“Alfred, you are a gift,” Vivian sighed in relief as the man helped place the pillow on her back and handed her a glass of apple juice. 

“Need anything else?” Bruce asked.

“Sit here next to me?” Vivian pulled him to her side. “Unless you have work to do?”

Bruce sat down and had his arm over her shoulder. He didn’t have work to do, and even if he did he would prefer to be there with her especially after finding out the gender of the baby. 

Everyone else waited for Vivian to say more but it looks like she and Bruce were trapped in their own little world again. They can’t get the video unless she asks Damian something!

Dick coughed and spoke up, “How’s the check up? Wow, Viv, you look a little beat. Been walking around?”

“Yeah, after the check up we went to the mall to check out some baby things and completely lost track of time and when my feet started to hurt—” she looked around the room and spotted the foot stool by Damian. “Hey, Damian, can you get that for me? I just need to put my feet up.”

Perfect, it begins.

Damian ignored her and kept his head in his book, as planned too.

Vivian sighed. “Damian?”

Still nothing. Bruce was confused, normally Damian would instantly turn to the sound of his name being called, especially when Vivian, but now he’s ignoring her?

“Damian? Sweetheart, I’d get it myself but I’m kind of stuck now,” Vivian chuckled.

“Augh! Just shut up! Just because you’re having a baby doesn’t mean you get to boss us around!” Damian ‘snapped’.

Despite the plan, everyone was shocked with how Damian went completely off script. Not that there was a script to begin with. 

Bruce shot up from his seat and was marching up towards Damian. “Downstairs, now.”

“Bruce,” Vivian tried to get up to stop him.

“No,” Damian glared at his father.

“Whoah, and cut!” Stephanie called out. “Okay, that was great everybody! This was all just a…” no one was listening, everyone was watching as Damian and Bruce glared at each other. Then Damian got up and went to the clock followed by Bruce.

“Uh, Viv, wanna call back your man?” Kate chuckled awkwardly. “The whole thing is up, you know?”

Vivian turned to her in confusion and sniffling as she tried to wipe away the tears in her eyes. “What are you talking about?” She asked Kate.

“You don’t know?”

“What do I not know? What the hell is going on?” Vivian got up from the couch with Cassandra’s help.

“Shit, no one told her,” Kate smirked.

Everyone involved turned to each other.

“You said you were going to tell her!” Stephanie pointed at Dick.

“Me? You said you would!” Dick said back.

“I never did!”

“Well, it was implied because it was your idea!”

“Hold on, all this time we never assigned that one person who is going to tell Vivian that was all just a shit act for what exactly?!” Tim exclaimed.

“Can we hold on just a second — did that gremlin actually make you cry right now?” Jason raised a brow at her.

“Well, yeah, Jason! It kinda hurt to hear that from Damian. I mean — I’ve been trying so hard to make sure that our relationship won’t change with the baby coming!”

Kate raised her hand. “May I point out that Bruce might be beating the shit out of Damian in the cave right now?”

“He wouldn’t… right?” Duke asked.

Then there it was. That look on her face. Vivian was pissed. With no words, Dick and the others got up and ran to the Cave where they found Bruce scolding Damian while the latter was trying to reason with him that it was this stupid idea that Stephanie and the others had. It took them a while and a lot of effort to have Bruce cool down and understand the whole thing.

~ * ~

“See, that’s the video we wanted to make,” Stephanie showed Vivian and Bruce the Tiktok video of the kids telling their mom to shut up and then their dad going all berserk at them. “In the end we failed at that…”

“All because you guys forgot to tell me,” Vivian sighed and happily welcomed Damian snuggling with her on the couch. 

“All of this drama for a few seconds of entertainment and clout on the Internet?” Alfred added as he joined them in the living room.

Jason, Tim, and Duke turned to him and asked: “How the hell do you know about Cloud?”

In the couch, Damian faced Vivian and said:  “I never meant it. And you don’t have to worry about me getting jealous about the baby. I’m looking forward to meeting them when they come.”

Smiling, Vivian messes with his hair. “And remember, even when the baby comes, I love you the very same. You’re still my baby boy.”

Damian blushed in embarrassment and tried to hide it by saying he was leaving only to pulled back down to the couch by Dick and Bruce and letting Vivian hug him and keep him in her hold the entire time. And though he didn’t appreciate being mocked by the others he still let her, and eventually he leaned into Vivian’s embrace.

“Hear that?” Kate nudged Jason with her elbow. “She said he’s her baby boy now.”

“Shut up,” Jason grumbled.

“I guess you got replaced with being the favorite, huh?” 

“I shut it!”

[quendlyn]

Do you think Bruce would have to teach his kids how to swim?

Dick grew up in the circus, he probably had learned how to swim whenever it stopped somewhere, but he probably doesn't have much practice. and whenever Bruce tries to teach him more baby dick probably got sad because he remembers his parents teaching him to swim and how'd they let him hold on to their shoulder as he swam around. Maybe when he's closer to Bruce and it's time to get out of the pool, in an attempt to stop Bruce, he'll just grab onto him like a barnacle, and Bruce will just get out of the pool with him dangling from his shoulders. It reminds Bruce of what Thomas would do for him.

Bruce doesn't need to teach Babs how to swim; Gordon did. He remembers Gordon bringing a little Barbara to learn in his big pool. It was one of his first interactions with her, and whenever baby Dick would be a barnacle she would too, he'd carry both of them out of the pool giggling as the desperately tried to cling onto him. She and little Dick would race each other and have splash fights. Bruce had a pool lift installed for her so she had an easier time getting in the water.

He'd definitely have to teach Jason how to swim. I doubt there are many pools in crime alley, let alone teachers. The only body of water Jason would have really seen would have likely been Gotham Harbor, so trying to get him into the pool could have been him really excited to learn to swim, him refusing to leave the shallow end for ages and when he does he's clinging to Bruce the whole time, or he straight up refuses to get into a pool entirely. Jason had to relearn how to swim after he was dunked into the pit because he was so much bigger now and would sink much easier.

I wouldn't be surprised if the Drake had a pool, but there's no way they got an instructor for Tim. Tim probably would have had to get himself and an instructor and forge his parents' signature, or he would have learned by watching YouTube videos and almost drowning. Bruce might have only taught him what he needed for being Robin, or maybe Lady Shiva tied bricks to his ankles and tossed him into a pool so he could work on his lock picking, holding his breath, and swimming at the same time. Heck, maybe Bruce did this for Robin training.

Damian likely would have already known how to swim by the time he got to Bruce, but he was likely just thrown in the water and forced to figure it out. One of his fondest memories of the LOA could have been Talia holding him up in the pool as he learned how to float. This memory would always also remind him of how one of his instructors would dunk his head into the water for long periods to teach him to hold his breath.

Cass likely would have experienced a similar situation to Damian. David Cain probably just through her into the pool, and the only reason she didn't drown was because she was naturally buoyant. He likely taught her to hold her breath by holding her underwater; she would tear up his arm with her nails, but he'd only let her up when she stopped moving. She never actually learned to hold her breath; she learned to act like she was drowning sooner so he'd let her up. This made Bruce try to teach Cass to hold her breath underwater very hard.

Steph, like Jason, wouldn't have known how to swim, but Bruce doesn't teach her how to swim either, because he's focused on other things. She learns how to swim from YouTube videos and Bruce's occasional help. Swimming isn't her strong suit, and she always sits in a lounge chair whenever the other are in the pool, because she "hates swimming".

Duke would know very little about swimming, but he would know how to; his parents found one of the only community pools in Gotham so they could teach him. Growing up, they would go to the pool every once in a while and on Duke's birthdays. He loves swimming even if he wasn't that great at it until he had Bruce's training. Every year on his birthday, he still goes to that pool sometimes, but it closed sometimes after his parents were hospitalized.

[helecthra]

Had this strange really lucid dream about yet another AU of my AU (that I am never getting around to write) in which Bruce “died” like in Final Crisis # 6.

Now, for obvious reasons, Dixie can't really stand in for him, because the kind of work it would take to make her look like her dad would be enormous, but Jason (who has a really good, really strong, relationship with Dixie) can.

And it's very traumatic for him, but both him and Dixie know that it is what ‘must be done’, so he does.

But the end result? Hilarious.

Because Nightwing follows Batman around like a concerned mother hen and Robin (Damian) just REFUSES to listen to Batman (he can occasionally be reigned in by ‘Wing).

It's obvious and yet no-one ever figures them out, up until Joker escapes from Arkham and has a face-off with Batman and the Dark Knight has a full-blown panic attack.

And yes, Jason is trained, he is capable, he craved a confrontation with his murderer ever since he came back, but…but doing it wearing his dad's suit, his dad's skin, feels wrong. Hence the panic.

And Joker is convinced to have finally bent the Batman, until Nightwing just pummels herself from the darkness and bashes his head out with her escrimas, all the while laughing like she did as a kid: bright, joyful, just shy of manic.

Crooks are terrified.

Utterly paralyzed in horror.

And that horror only amplifies when Nightwing, once again more like Nightwing and not the horror dressed in a traffic-lights suit she once was, hugs Batman and manages to calm him down, all the while she is completely drenched with Joker's blood and brain matter.

Some witnesses say Robin critiqued her technique but gave her praises for her brutal efficiency, but those witnesses also checked themselves in Arkham spontaneously, so who knows.

Tim still went on his world travels trying to prove his theory, so I guess that's why he didn’t appear.

[katanahime]

DC (basically all Robin-related) fanfic I've done so far

I wrote all this while I wasn't on tumblr so I guess I'll just ad it now

Two Robins Are Better Than One Tim & Damian Written directly after I finished reading the Dark Prisons arc on my freakin phone An excuse to have Tim and Damian talk about Robin My first attempt to tell people why Tim is Robin in fic form

Unacceptable Bruce, Dick, Damian, Tim (mentioned only) post-time stream AU where Bruce directly rejects Damian as Robin Bruce and Dick argue "Bruce is right but he's also mean and this is definitely going to have train wreck fallout"

Mutual Theory Tim/Bernard post-TDR 10 Talking about how Bernard knew Tim was Robin the end turns into crack talking about having a threesome with two Tims (hypothetically)

Real Tim & Bruce Very short. Fluff. AU where Tim accepts adoption after his dad dies because War Games didn't happen, basically. Jack Drake hate fic vibes.

Favoritism Tim & Dick Even shorter. Also fluff. Best brothers. Technically the same universe as above but later on (and there are other changes I haven't actually specified), but you can read it without context because I didn't define the time period and it can work for them anyway.

Robin & Robin Tim & Damian Tim would actually be the best teacher for Damian propaganda Autism to Autism communication The only one on this list that's chaptered so far Unfinished (I've had the second chapter in drafts since the day after I posted the first one, I'm sorry)

[meescha]

I read this fic a while back, (roommates and other warnings - slice of life by brainOworm (EmoBoyShu)) where Damian and Jon are in University in Metropolis. So this is very heavily based on that in some capacity!

Now I fully support the idea of Bruce not wanting Damian to study being a doctor in Gotham, given the amount of villains that have PhD's and Doctorates has a horrendous track record to begin with. (*cough* Harley Quinn *cough*)

I feel like Damian would never want to bring Metropolitans into Gotham, given the high crime area and the very doom and gloom that Gotham is, they simply wouldn't survive, literally and figuratively.

But they definitely find a way to convince him. Mostly using Jon, and sightseeing. Which left Damian confused.

I feel like Bruce gave this option to the other kids as well. Not just to Damian.

Like an unspoken rule in the Wayne Family is that if they are planning on studying to be a doctor of any kind, they are not studying in Gotham for that. Bruce dropped out from Gotham U in his own med school track, and two of his friends were turned into super villains.

I don't think college itself is really an interest to most bat-kids anyway.

Dick wasn't interested in it all. He didn't like the schools already being an immigrant and being the first kid of Bruce Wayne had its downsides among classmates., and ended up moving to Bludhaven to be a part of the police force later on. Jason, well..., he's got his own thing going on in Crime Alley and Bruce isn't that worried about him going to college. Tim is like walking on a tightrope on if he'll want to go or not, if anything he'd major in business just to get the right qualifications, but he's doing fine on his own without all that. And in the comics (Batman and Robin #20) Damian actually goes to Med School, it was like in his blood to do so, since Thomas Wayne did it, his Father attempted to do it, it was only right for him to actually do it too.

Damian makes friends in Metropolis, mostly because he's always around Jon, and Jon made friends on their first day, but the Bat-Family routinely tries to jump Damian with family shit any chance they get.

Call him when they know he's with other people? Absolutely

Bruce calling to check in when he's already texted twice before that? More often than you think.

Dick dropping by on the illusion of working on a case that somehow connects across the Delaware Bay? For sure, happened twice last week.

Damian doesn't understand why his family is so insistent on checking on him when he's survived stake out missions on his own until Jon rationalizes it for him in the most mundane way.

"They're used to the doom and gloom too y'know?" Jon sighed, after Damian hung up on another call from Stephanie

"It still does not make any sense." Damian said placing his phone down

"They miss you. I mean, the farthest anyone has lived in your family is Bludhaven, another doom and gloom city. Across the Bay? Unheard of for a Wayne." Jon turned back to his homework.

"...I shall talk to father about everyone." Damian spoke

"Don't. It's funny."

"They called me asking me where I put Richard's suit. I haven't been home in months."

"And you told them where it was, without hesitation"

"...Finish your homework Kent."

"Roger that!"

[redjaybathood]

Honestly, through what we saw so far about the upcoming series, you kinda just... Can't tell whether it will be good or not. Like, on the paper, Dark Trinity was a shit idea by a proven shit writer. The first 25 issues tho? Unexpectedly good both as a story and as a Jason Todd story.

So at least we can predict that: Helena Bertinelli's fans *will* be pissed no matter what Felker-Martin does. They never liked Jason to begin with, mostly (there's some overlap, but it's not that big, and they're less on tumblr and more on, I dunno, Reddit). Remember all these posts about Jason stealing something from female characters, or Jason fans actually, deep down, wanting to read about someone like Helena (Selina, Cass, Steph, whoever), but they just hate women too much, or whatever. Yeah, I don't think this (very loud although small in numbers) category of fans will love it no matter what's written. Expect the same complaints that Koriand'r, Artemis and Roy's fans made. It's just unavoidable. But that's gonna be less about a story and more about how her character was reimagined* and put into a book with a guy they don't care for.

*(if it will be - which, with what the author says about not liking superhero genre overall, well, I'm not sure of it is from experience with the genre or just overall vibe. Even if she didn't read much Helena comics... She could have done a tonn of research about Helena, read the best work with her. Maybe the end result will not be considered a reimagining. But, I am not so sure, even if that was happening, that it will help with the disregard canon attitude, prevalent in fandom and dictated by the medium itself (i.e. Huntress in New52 isn't the Huntress in '88)

What about Jason fans? Ehh. Look, I honest to god seen fans who LIKED Cheer. And that's just shows that there will be someone who liked it (not necessarily the same ppl who liked Cheer, it's just - it boggles my mind someone thinks it's a good JPT story). And there will be some who did not. The proportion, though...

What do we know so far:

1) Jason leaves Gotham. Which, yay! Wasn't it what a good chunk of us asked for? Except, of course, those of us who like: why does he have to leave? That's his city.

2) Jason partners with Helena. Which, yay! Wasn't it what... Yeah. It was. Because it is indeed compelling, for a Jason story, to put someone to be juxtaposed against. It doesn't work that well with Bruce past UtRH, never worked with Tim and Dick, wasn't really a thing with Cass, Steph, Damian, or Duke - and like, I get it, Jason's fans are mostly adults, and the last two have a much younger audience, on average. It won't mix well, if you want to really dig into similarities and differences.

So, on paper, Helena is a good choice of a partner!

3) There might be some romantic relationship between Jason and Helena. Which, maybe the biggest thing that wasn't on anyone's list. Like, if you are inspired by Nick Robles' cover - here it is on bluesky - I don't blame you, but if you gonna say "let women fuck whoever they want" I need you to remember that Helena is an imaginary woman who will want to fuck whoever her author or editorial mandate wants to fuck. And sure, maybe we shouldn't let pesky things like her being Dick's ex stop from being open minded. Because let's be real here, that relationship wasn't of that much significance at least for Dick. And yeah, the dating pool, if you are choosing between supers, is fairly small. She couldn't be written dating, I dunno, Dr.Fate, could she? I mean, she could have, but... It would be a even more surprising pairing.

I don't necessarily agree that a book should include dating? Like, it can very well be written without. If you know me, I was very against jaytemis, for example, even if I love them separately and together. And yeah, I am a jayroy fan, but that doesn't follow that I want Jason and Roy to have romantic or sexual relationship in canon. I am not against them being married with kids, tho. For tax reasons or not to testify against each other, or just pooling resources, or just for companionship... But okay, I am going to syop right here because this post isn't supposed to be about my ideal book that won't ever be published, okay. The example is just to showcase a book can be easily written without romance.

So, tldr, I sincerely hope that the romance either going to stay on an alternate cover, or that it makes narrative sense. I don't see how it would, and I have to admit i am sceptical. But it might.

4) Politics. So the investigation about serial cop killer, Felker-Martin is a pretty hard ACAB person. So from the point of story overall, the cop killer won't be an unsympathetic villain at the very least. Who knows, it might be Helena herself (unlikely, since Jason is hunting a telepath). Cops being murdered can have a broad appeal if you write them realistically enough. Look: "Sweat, blood, and powder burns. Broken bones and mind control. A city rotted from the inside out." That's about corruption of people with authority, right? Cops very likely is either a symptom of the rot, or a cause. And the telepath might be surgically removing it. (Upd: on second thought, Jason might be hinting that telepath either not because they're the serial killer but because they are behind the mind control and rot. Like a politician or a business man; or he does hunt the telepath killer but the mind control theme is also shown through, again, mainstream politics and business; sp it's not a given that the killer will be sympathetic but it doesn't matter for Jason fans either way. Point is, nobody will cry for those cops - unless they were "good ones" who were trying to change the system and the system literally removed them, and used their deaths for a political purpose etc). At least, that's the vibe I am getting. So this is not a worry of mine.

However. When talking about politics, what I'm worried whether the story will mostly serve as exploration of fascism - with Jason being the fascist. Not the cops only, or "the powers" (which, honestly, call me paranoid but it does not sound good in the current climate, as overall, but especially now, it basically is a dog whistle). Because let's be real, this accusation is not new for Jason. And, again, be reminded that she most likely views the genre as a whole to be, well. Fascist propaganda.

Which - weird choice to go and work for said propaganda, either it is too ambitious (to change the company from within) or. Not consistent. Especially with her being happy that editorial "let her get away" with something. She is not Pavlo Tychyna, one of the few survivors of Executed Renaissance by, among other things, writing only the things the party allowed to get away with.

That's not only thing she said about superheroics in a negative way. You seen that post with bsky links, the quote above is somewhere on there as well. I was drawn to this recent reblog.

On the other hand, she didn't say all that much, it's not like she's going over and over about how she hates it/condemns the industry. And like, it's a fair criticism, yk? Sometimes superhero comics are fasc propaganda. A genre created by Jews amidst the fight against Nazism and fascism... Now it's not always carries that spirit. Batman franchise, anyone?

I wouldn't agree it's all in service of fascism and inaction. But it also drives home the point how limited and skewed her perception of the genre and or industry is. Because there's a whole lot of different comics. Maus being certainly not pro fascist, for one (upd: correction , sp apparently it's only the superhero comics that are the issue so Maud as an example isn't a good one; hmmm a good chunk of Green Arrow, Swamp thing, Superman comics then). It's like saying that Cdramas are a tool of xenophobic propaganda, or romantasy is pushed by Mormons for anti-women rights reasons.

So yeah, I dunno, from the politics perspective it's my biggest concern, not gonna lie. It's not the politics themselves, it's - will it be a good story of the author isn't that familiar and or hates the genre, and might have not read much about the title characters, or got from what they've read - "it's copaganda" / "Jason is pro death penalty" or whatever Tumblr lefties ranting on about nowadays. I am afraid it's gonna carry into the story in some way.

But, I mean, nothing can be worse than "Jason was doomed from the start" patronising hand-wrangling victim blaming bullshit. Not to point fingers on another recent Jason thing I am hesitant about.

So to summarise: most of what I've seen people worried about - don't be. She's award winning novelist, so it might end well for everyone involved. And yeah, not everyone is gonna be satisfied but nobody ever is. People hated the Red Hood: Outlaws webcomic! Arguably the best Jason's work in the last five years! Which - yeah I know I'm in the minority here, let me be. It only goes to show that not everyone gonna be happy, but someone will have the time of their life. And honestly - good for them.

[crashoutsofrobinproportions]

I read what you said about the guys on introversion vs extroversion, and I have to say that I think the unfortunate misunderstanding that Tim is an introvert is an essential point to people that want to delude themselves into thinking that Tim actually enjoyed being Red Robin.

Either because they don't like Tim and want him to be okay with being gone, or because they do like Tim but don't like the rest of the bats and want him to be okay with cutting them out of his life. But the fact is that it's just not true.

The other, kinder, reason is people that see themselves in Tim who happen to be introverts and they project that quality onto him even though he does not actually possess it.

I myself am an introvert despite relating to him a lot, but personally I just know enough about him that it cannot be clearer to me that he receives energy from social interaction rather than being drained by it.

Being isolated is literally this guy's supervillain origin story. Dude needs people.

Yes!!! Exactly.

I personally actually relate most to Dick, and to an extent Damian with certain things and my earliest memories but… mostly Dick.

In interpersonal relationships with my family and friends, the way things are between me and my siblings, and especially my relationship with my primary parent growing up especially during my teens and the tension that’s caused into early adulthood.

I wasn’t ever really able to be a kid to my parent once other children were in the picture because their needs came first and I had to make sure they were met every time our parent could not or would not. I was the emotionally and physically present one to fix everything and the one to stand up to our parent and keep their issues focused on me and not the kids. When they spent a few years absent I basically raised the children until they were back and ready to parent again.

But the one big area I don’t relate quite as much with Dick, is socializing outside of my immediate circle with the world and community as a whole. I’m awkward. I don’t just *get* people. I overshare. People overshare to me. It’s a mess. The only times I do fare well on my own are strict rigid settings with specific expected conversation flows (i.e. retail environments, formal social occasions where there’s a strict hierarchy, etc.), or it’s with closer friend groups or family and such that I’m really familiar with anyways. This leads to me preferring not to attend big parties unless I have to and being a homebody unless I’m with friends. But also I go INSANE and get super depressed if I don’t have enough conversation with people. My poor therapist……… anyways!!

That said.

I can see how especially for introverted fans of Tim who see themselves in him it would be easy to look at him and assume he’s an introvert, especially if they maybe don’t have a frame of reference to consider how not all extroverts are at the most extreme end of social and outgoing, and how being reserved or keeping to closer circles doesn’t necessarily equate to being an introvert.

I do wish that was something that was explored more though in the fandom. Especially when looking at all of his biggest negative defining moments come from loss.

Like. Red Robin (and all the cloning in that one timeline) and everything going on around that time for him was a result of losing Bruce, feeling like he was losing the rest of his family and his place with them, and losing not one, but two!! Of his closest friends all within a very very short time frame. He was isolated and alone and desperate to fix that and find his dad.

Yes he went off and isolated himself from everyone but even then he found people to work with and he only isolated in the first place because he was extremely depressed and felt rejected by what remained of his family. So.

Anyways yeah. I think I’m getting rather long-winded in circling back on myself now so I’m gonna stop 😅

(Also I have been loving reading your posts!! They’re so insightful and I agree wholeheartedly with all of the ones I’ve seen.)

[fandom-lover2]

Hope To Stay A While, Just Till The Rain Stops

Chapter Ten - Next Time, I'll Stay Home

-image not mine-

Chapter Nine - Locked Down

I gasped and then started to run to them.

Tried to at least. Ra’s had a firm hold on my chains and when I’d gotten a step away, he yanked me back.

He pulled me to his chest, looking down at me with dark, sadistic eyes. “Now, now, My Blood. I cannot have my bride rushing down her aisle.”

“Let…me…go!” I growled, twisting to free myself from his hold and turning to face them.

Jason looked the worst, his broken nose gushing blood from an open cut across the bridge. Beneath his left leg, a small pool of blood had formed, a droplet dripping off his pants. But just because he was the one with the most visible blood, didn’t mean he was the worst hurt.

Damian, for the most part, seemed mostly unharmed. As the grandson to this monster, he was probably overwhelmed more than cut down.

Tim and Dick seemed equally battered, cuts and tears littered across their suits and leaking red. It did nothing to quell their glaring.

And my father, he looked like he’d taken about a million hits before he finally went down. His left eye was swollen completely shut, the skin around it an alarming shade of purple. His jaw angled slightly to the right.  Redness around his neck showed he’d be strangled.

Superman lay on the floor beside them, a third arrow sprouted from his back, and chains made of the same green rock were wrapped around him. His face was twisted in pain, his breathing labored. He tried to smile reassuringly to me, but it came out as a grimace.

I tugged against Ra’s again, tears burning my eyes as took in each of my family.

Though they were each secured tight, it didn’t stop them from squirming either, Dick trying to say something around the cloth.

No wonder they hadn’t come yet. They were already here. Of course they would be. I was so stupid to even consider the idea they wouldn’t come for me.

I had just childishly assumed they’d be strong enough to overcome anything and get to me.

Ra’s yanked me back to him, slapping me once again with the back of his hand. This time, he put more force into it than any of the previous times. Given I was already off balance the force had me stumbling and I landed on the floor in a heap of white with a grunt.

I think I heard Damian try to yell something, and Jason growled, his seat squeaking as he thrashed in his hold.

And then things went deathly silent.

I looked up to them, seeing each, expect Damian, had a man stood behind them, blades now at their throats.

“Disobey me again, and you shall be dancing in their blood.”

I froze, looking each one of them in the eye. 

The message was clear; forget us and fight like hell.

But I was not losing a brother or father today.

My life, my future, meant nothing if I had to go on in this world without them. Even if I was giving my life away, securing a future of pain and never getting to see them again. I would do so with a smile on my face to protect them, knowing they were still there to breathe another day.

I stood slowly, working my jaw to unwind the pain, as straightened my back and walked.

The sun had just set, only candles to light the way as I walked to the end of the aisle, and with it, the end of my life.

I could feel Ra’s smirk as I walked before him, his shoes scraping against the tan stone floors while my chains jiggled, feet bare and cold against the old stone.

As the alter, I chose to have my back to my family, but Ra’s did not allow it, spinning me around so I had to see their poorly disguised looks of fear as the Demon Head took my hands and nodded to the officiant.

I clenched my jaw, a poor attempt at keeping my eye dry, my gaze locked on Ra’s boots.

My father and brothers grunted, trying so hard to break free despite the swords at their throats warningly drawing small trails of blood.

Jason looked like he was moments away from turning into a raging monster, Tim and Dick looked out right murderous, Damian seemed to be pleading with his mother, and my father had his one working eye locked solely on the back of Ra’s head. I imagined that if he were Superman, lasers would have incinerated the man before me.  

Ra’s squeezed my hands. Not in a reassuring manner, tightly. Painfully. And order to focus.

I looked to him, then the officiant. Calmly, the man repeated what he had said in Arabic, then looked to me expectantly.

Even if I said no, fought and cried, Ra’s would drag me from here kicking and screaming and get what he wanted. Fighting would only buy a little time, prolonging the inevitable.

And what of my brothers? Bruce?

I looked past Ra’s to them, letting my eyes wonder over their wounded bodies. I looked into their eyes and saw the panic, the pleading, the pain.

He would not killed Damian, though I was basing that assumption solely on the fact had had called him ‘satisfactory’ and hoped in Ra’s speak that meant ‘too good to kill’. But my father? Would he keep him alive, holding onto the hope that in some way, he would be able to create the golden offspring directly from the source?

Dick, Jason and Tim would be killed for sure. Would he do it so I was forced to watch? If I played along, became the good wife, would he spare me the horror of watching it and let me live with the false hopes they had escaped?

How had only 24 hours ago my biggest concern been Matt and his creepy tendencies? Why was this world filled with so much evil?

I took too long to answer, and so Ra’s turned his head  just so to glance at my family over his shoulder and the man with the blade to Tim’s throat readjusted his hold on his sword.

“No! No, stop.” I turned back to the officiant. “Yes. I do. I want to marry him.”

Not knowing the Arabic word, I babbled a moment more before he nodded and turned to Ra’s. He repeated the question, and just as Ra’s opened his mouth to answer, a gunshot shattered the air.

I flinched, dropping to my knees on instinct alone and glancing around wildly for who the hell had shot, and where the bullet had gone.

Standing at the end of the aisle, smoking gun in his grasp, a man heavily armored and wearing a split mask of orange and black.

The gun was aimed just above my head, and I glanced up slowly to see Ra’s lifeless eyes roll to the back of his head, knees buckling.

Beside me, the officiant fell back, blood splatter and brain matter coating his ivory tunic, a pool of his own blood expanding across his chest.

Ra’s body tipped forward, head falling inches from where I was crouched. His mouth was parted slightly, blood dribbling from his nose.

The bullet had gone right through his head and into the officiant.

The whites of his eyes looked back at me.

For a second no one moved, too stunned by what the fuck had just happened to know what to do.

Then Thalia screamed and pulled her sword, racing down the aisle and all hell broke loose.

More men, not members of the League, poured into the room, guns and swords aimed and ready.

Dropping to my stomach, I leopard crawled over Ra’s body and scrambled to get behind the lined chairs of my family, whispering “Fuck fuck fuck.” as I did so.

Gun fired, the small room with hard stone walls making the sounds bounce off one another and in a cacophony of explosions. Added to the men yelling, and blade meeting blade in a few tradition battles, the room was disorientedly loud and dangerous.

I had to stop often, curling into a ball to avoid feet and flinched every time a bullet embedded itself into the bricks inches from my unprotected body.

But I kept my head down and kept crawling towards my family. Reaching them, I flipped onto my knees and began looking at their bindings. Chain, with locks. I couldn’t untie them or yank them free.

But they could get shot. They needed cover.

Could I drag the chairs somewhere?

Looking around the room, there was nowhere to hide. And between the mass of dozens of men trying to kill on another, I would never make it to the doors safely.

Rising higher, I slipped my own chained hands up and untied the cloth around my dad’s mouth.

“Left side, third pocket from the hip. Skeleton key.”

Somehow, over the roar of guns, I heard him.

I ducked again, hands now on his hip and counting the pockets.

Men charged toward us, the stranger’s men, and I had a mini heart attack, but they turned their backs, some drawing guns, others swords.

They formed a shield, putting themselves between my family and the firefight, blocking both bullets and attacking assassins.

The fight was over moments later, though I should have used that time to free my father instead of sitting there like a fool watching these men surround and protect us.

Was this part of the plan? Had this been my father’s doing? Was Alfred somehow involved?

The last man gave a shout, and then a grunt, and then a body dropped.

Blood filled the air, the scent thick and nauseating. The liquid had begun to run, pools of it slipping closer to me as it spread from the endless dead bodies left in the wake of this attack.

What the fuck just happened?

Seconds ago I was about to get married, forcefully, and now… well maybe I was about to marry a new monster.

“Y/n?” a voice called, one slightly muffled but still familiar.

Dumb move, really dumb move, but I shot up, leaving the safety of cowering behind the tied-up form of my father and looking for who had said that.

The human shield wall parted, reveling the first man to enter, mask splattered with blood and gun still in his grasp.

His head turned to me, and I could see the tension leave his body as he sighed, his shoulders dropping.

Through the mask, I felt his eyes run up and down my body, scanning me.

Holstering his gun, he raised his arms and pulled off the mask.

Gray hair, always so well maintained, though the last time I’d seen it, it still had some black flecks in it. An eye patch, impossible to get the true origins of the injury from him though. My bedtime stories had been grand tales of fighting crocodiles in the outback and wresting lions in the African plains.

I swallowed, not sure if this was a panic-induced hallucination or if what I was seeing was real.

If it was, my entire childhood was just flipped upside down.

“Uncle Slade?”

[goldfishinaplasticbag]

cain and abel complex x batfamily and bruce is god

[superbat-lmao]

Jason travels to an alternate universe where Bruce only cares about being Batman. He took in each of his kids to serve the mission, not be his children.

Now, faced with alternate versions of his family, Jason has to grapple with the fact that his Bruce does care, that he is his father. Because the man in front of him now, trying to send him home, isn’t even close.

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[soulrox]

DPxDC #34 prompt

I had a thought based on this post, most fics are written where Danny has to deal with looking like insert character, and dealing with all the misunderstandings.

Like this post about Danny being mistaken for Tim and dragged around WE. - Also, very long, amazing post.

But what about the DC character that looks like Danny, and the Ghost attacks them. Or the observants - since they hate Danny - don't realize they took insert character and not Danny to the realms. The Observants don't care to check the ecto signal - if there even is one. They're just happy they got the brat to the meeting.

Whichever DC character got kidnapped by an eyeball and dumped into a chair at the head of some mythical council. A blue woman with four arms, a yeti with a bone and ice arm, a man ferociously typing away on a keyboard, a green tornado, a green man playing with some tech, and an old man with a clock on his chest, with an amused smile. All their eyes, looking right at them, in a seat they really should not be sitting in.

The ancients realize right away that whoever is sitting in the head chair is not Danny, but since they hate the observants, they go along with it, to blackmail the observants later. They make sure the meeting doesn't involve actual decisions to help out the random human brought by the observants.

If it's one of Danny's rogues, then the misunderstanding has to last a while. Like an actual embarrassing amount of time for the rogue. Running and hiding from some unknown entity that's calling you a "Halfa" while in your civilian identity isn't easy. The rogue just thinks Danny's not changing because they are in public, but nope, just the wrong person.