#and this would work with tim and damian because

[batsandbirdbrains]

So Damian in the comics currently like wants to be a doctor or smth right? I want every single member of the Batfamily to find out and immediately start lobbying for him to become a physical therapist

“Dami, my favorite baby brother, it’s such a noble profession!”

“Go away, Richard, I have no interest in physical therapy”

“But Dami, please!” Dick whines, actually folding his hands and pleading, “I need someone to just like pop my pelvis back into place every so often. It’s so fucking annoying Damian, please.”

“Well maybe don’t contort yourself like a pretzel every time you sit down, and your pelvis won’t pop out so much!”

“But it’s so comfortable!”

“Clearly not, if it’s, and I quote, so fucking annoying to deal with.”

You have Tim following him around one day like, “But it would be so good to have a PT in the family, think of all the good you could do!”

“I can do more good in a field of medicine I’m actually interested in.”

“But my carpal tunnel-”

“Wouldn’t be so bad if you actually put your phone down for longer than ten minutes at a time and didn’t sit like a goblin at your computer 24/7.”

“I do not sit like a goblin-”

“Your posture is terrible. Your wrists are always bent at horrid angles. You sit there for three hours, get up to get a Red Bull, then sit back down for three more hours.”

Tim is so offended, and a little weirded out at how accurate that is, that he just leaves.

“Come on, brat, I need someone to fix my shoulders.”

“Not my problem.”

“Not your problem? It is if my shoulder locks up and a goon gets ahold of me and your precious big brother dies again-”

“You’re not the only one who’s died, you’re not special. You’re literally the founder of the Dead Robins Club, you can’t use being dead to guilt another member into something.”

“What, since when?”

“Since right now. I’ve just made it a new rule.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Actually I can. I’m Secretary and in charge of the club’s by-laws.”

“I thought Dick was the Secretary?”

“I’m Vice President and Event Coordinator, actually,” Dick says, climbing in through the window, startling Jason. “We switched up roles like two meetings ago, remember? There was a vote! Anyway, did you convince him to become a PT yet? Because my knee is doing that thing-”

“No, he hasn’t!” Damian tells them both. Then he turns on his heel to exit the room, muttering under his breath, “I hate this fucking family.”

When Bruce actually comes into his bedroom and smiles at him, Damian rolls over on his bed and groans into his pillow.

“Not you too,” he begs.

“It’s just my back, you know, ever since Bane-”

“That’s not fair!” Damian practically whines.

“It just would be nice if we had a PT we could trust.”

“You have a whole network of them through the Justice League, use one of them!”

“It’s not the same, Damian.”

He just groans even louder, kicking his feet and whining. He will have a full on tantrum if it gets his father to leave him alone.

It does work.

Until he gets three texts in a row with schools that have good physical therapy programs.

Damian throws his phone across the room.

[momo-minomo]

I like to think of Tim and Damian as the Batfamily artists. (In my mind Cass dances, Jason writes, and of course Dick is an amazing performer but I’m referring to traditional visual arts you’d view in a gallery) but in entirely different styles and mediums.

Damian’s love of art is expressed through capturing fleeting moments. He sketches, uses markers and color pencils, and even carries around an urban sketching kit for quick and loose watercolor paintings. He loves capturing motion and life, his cat sunning itself, Dick mid jump, even bold watercolor sketches of Batman mid punch. He spent so long hiding his own emotions or dissecting everyone else’s that he just wants to express and capture them for his own enjoyment now. A moody pen and wash because he’s sad or bright bold pops of color with markers to capture Jon’s joy. The family still argues over what idiot gave Damian paint pens and spray cans and taught him about graffiti but he’s tagged most of Gotham and half of Metropolis at this point. Some blame Duke and Jason, some Dick for always indulging Damian’s less serious side. No one ever guesses it was Tim. Tim was SO very proud of Damian’s bold protest art that showed up all across the front entrance to city hall overnight.

Tim’s mediums of choice are VERY different. For artistic expression his first choice is always his camera. Tim is able to take the most stunning photos that leave his audience breathless. Partly for the drama and action in his shots and partly out of terror because there’s no way Tim was able to take that shot while holding onto anything but his camera while hurtling through the air over a firefight! What the hell Tim I can see the reflection of that gun’s muzzle flash on my helmet’s lenses! How are you not dead?! How did I not fucking SEE you?!

His other medium is oil paint. Tim loves the precision and planning in his painting. The only original paintings he’ll make is the occasional formal family portrait for Bruce when he asks. No, Tim discovered his love for painting when Bruce sent him to learn about art forgery during his training days. Tim fell in love with the half art, half science of it all. He loves figuring out how to match the chemical fingerprint of 16th century paint, to copy it so exactly it would take 10 years before someone realized it wasn’t decaying at a rate consistent for the authentic historical paint. He loves studying the techniques of great masters until not a single brush stroke can be found to differentiate them. Mostly he makes his forgeries for his own amusement or to study how a forger he’s investigating did theirs.

Secretly though, he’s done a couple favors for a few people. Selena has approached him a few times for a replacement to put in some rich, dangerous man or other’s private collection so the original can return to the countries they actually belong to without a blood bath. Constantine has also called in a few favors so he can burn a possessed/cursed painting or three without museum curators pitching a fit that he “destroyed a priceless work of art, you maniac!”. Bruce pretends desperately that most of his Robins are not a hop and a skip away from a successful and fulfilling lives as criminals. It helps him sleep a bit better at night.

[luludeluluramblings]

Forever sad none of the Bat-boys won the poll to be the baby daddy 😔 but one can dream

I think Jason and Dick would be the type to get her pregnant accidentally, probably being drunk as well. But Tim would be the type to do it on purpose, because this guy doesn't do anything by accident. What better way to keep you than getting her pregnant? He'll have to step up and take responsibility, even if Bruce almost kills him.

Anyway, that's my headcanon I guess

Alright, I get at least an ask every week asking for more Jason as the baby daddy or if I'll do one of the other boys. So, here's the deal, I plan on doing another Pregnant!Reader, Batboys addition. Using some of my scrapped ideas and other things that wouldn't have fit in with my current fic.

I just have one question for y'all while I plan the fic out:

Notes: Damian is NOT one of the baby daddy options.

Link to the current Pregnant!Reader fic.

I'm working on Part Six, I've just been busy as hell and tired as hell. God give me motivation and energy, please.

[no-name-was-free]

Bat-verbal

All the Batkids go bat-verbal when they are upset, injured or had a bad day. Only expressing themselves at grunt, glare and gesture. All their teams learn to understand them, but they all think that tha batfolk are hella strange.

The Teen Titans learned to understand Dick when he was still Robin, but when Batgirl came into the scene things began to get strange. After a fight the two of them comunicate for a whole week without a single word and that was almost scary.

Red Hood usually is very theatrical, but when he shut down things are going bad, he would kill in a second if that means he could return home, make himself some tea, a muffin and read. Roy and Kory already learned the bat-language with Dick and Bizzaro learned It surprisingly fast, but Artemis never learned and even now needs a translator.

Tim is surrounded by very chatty people and sometimes the yj didn't even notice that he shut down. The core member still so fluent in the bat-language that they don't register how Tim's Is grunting and glaring instead of actually talking. Some times they answer in that strange language too.

Steph almost never goes bat-verbal and when she does she freake out even the bat family. In every team she found herself she's more often the translator than the one Bat-talking. She tend to go Bat-verbal when she fail an exam and it's the only way the family would know (that dindn't happens too often

Cass is tecnically new with the whole talking things, so It happen often that she still go bat-verbal or directly non-verbal. People are quite used to that and the biggest challenge is see how she would comunicate today. She had learned the bat-language faster than any other language finding It more instinctive.

Damian had passed not even six month in the Manor to start going bat-verbal. He does It so often than Alfred the Cat learned to seat on his laps every time before he try to kill someone. The new member of the Teen Titans had to learn fast how ro decipher him, because when he goes bat-verbal the next stage is usually violence.

Duke was a shock for the We are Robin team. He started working with Batman and then e came back grunting and there Is no way to make him talk. No one of them understand the bat-language and no one has the minimal idea of what is happening. The next time he brought the little manual of bat-language, written by himself at three a.m.

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Friday the 13th | Batmom x Batfam

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

Synopsis: After hearing about Friday the 13th during Vivian’s lecture, the Batkids realized bad things always happen on those days.

“Hey, Duke, don’t forget to get your blessing before heading out for patrol,” Dick called out as they walked down the stairs to the Batcave.

Pausing on his step, Duke thought for a moment what he meant until he saw Tim and Damian racing downstairs while mentioning something about getting the first blessing for the night. He’s been living with the Waynes for a while and he’s just gotten used to all the magic and floating things in the house, courtesy of the family’s witch—Vivian Pryor-Wayne—but this was the first time he actually heard about it.

Before he could ask what it was, Jason came, passing by him and said: “Tonight’s Friday the 13th, everyone’s getting a blessing before they leave. Even Batman.”

“Blessing from what? Don’t tell me you guys actually believe in that, right?” Duke chuckled as he followed them down the steps to where everyone was gathering to a circle. Vivian was still missing but candles and what seems similar to a pentagram was drawn on the ground with salt. 

“Yeah, we do,” they all answered.

“But why?”

“To be honest, I didn’t really believe in it until I moved here and I have a surrogate Mom who's a witch,” said Tim.

“Same here,” Stephanie raised her hand. “I don’t know, things just started to be supernatural creepy when we met Viv. It’s like this dandelion flower that would let its little dandelion thingies fall on you whenever she uses her magic.”

“It’s called her magic trail, “ Jason rolled his eyes. “Witches have a distinctive smell with their magic. It’s like their signature cologne.”

“I’ve lived here for months now but I haven’t experienced any weird things,” said Duke.

“Because you haven’t been staying long,” said Damian.

“Just wait until Halloween, that’s when things get really scary,” Stephanie shuddered.

“And this is your first Friday the 13th since you came to Wayne Manor,” Dick added.

“But why Friday the 13th?”

The Robins glanced at each other as the memory of Vivian’s lectures came back to them. That lecture where she discussed the history and symbolism of Friday the 13th to modern beliefs, and how it came to be. But it wasn’t the lectures they found creepy, it was the actual history of it which involved witches, persecution, burning, and some witch cursing people of her village and their generations to come which made Friday the 13th creepy. 

And according to Vivian almost all of the people of Gotham are part of the line of that curse.

But…

“It’s just a generational curse, it’s so far down the line with so much incest, I think even the curse found that disgusting and thought: those people are fucking themselves up anyway, no reason for me to be there.” — those were Vivian’s words after she gave them the real reason about Friday the 13th.

At first they just shrugged it off but then…

“I remembered my first Friday the 13th scare, it felt like I was in some Final Destination movie,” Dick shuddered. 

“What happened?” Duke asked.

“Some guy I was chasing in Bludhaven took me to a construction site. Let’s just say if I hadn’t stopped my swing, I’d be a chopped up bird. I get it’s part of the job but that was just one of the many times I experienced bad luck during patrol on that day—my grappling was acting up that day, my suit kind of ripped, then there’s this feeling where I swing it made me really uneasy.”

“I remember my Friday the 13th,” Jason muttered.

“What happened to you?”

“I came back to life.”

Turns out, Vivian was just walking past them and she hit Jason at the back of his head for that.

“Ma!” Jason rubbed his head. “It was a joke — but it did happen on Friday the 13th! I swear!” He went after her.

Tim sighed. “Well, my Friday the 13th was jumping off a building and then my grappling gun suddenly won’t work. It did at the last minute though. After that I asked Viv to give me a blessing ASAP.”

“Mom just makes me have it,” Damian shrugged. 

“No bad luck so far?” Duke asked him.

“Ace and Titus did eat my homework for school that day, so there’s that.”

“You just didn’t do it,” Tim snickered, making Damian punch him at the arm.

“My Friday the 13th is more paranormal than any of you guys,” Stephanie spoke up. “I was doing patrol and I thought I saw someone stalking me and I followed them the entire night, but no matter what I did to corner them they’d just disappear! When I checked the footage of my cameras it wasn’t there either! Not even a shadow!”

“That’s creepy,” said Dick. 

Cassandra raised her hand. “I got punched at the face.”

Okay, maybe Cassandra getting punched in the face by a Gotham criminal might be alarming but there’s absolutely no way that's real. Right?

“Alright, kids! Time for your Friday the 13th repellants!” Vivian called out from the center of the Batcave where Batman stood beside her with a scowl on his face.

“Does Batman get a blessing too?” Duke asked.

“He gets the special kind,” Stephanie smirked.

“What do you mean?” 

“The bat-birds and the bat-bees kind!” Dick said.

Ew.

“I still can’t believe you guys insist on this,” Vivian sighed as she prepared the spell, she drew the spell and the runes on air, leaving trails of light. 

“I thought you guys said Mrs. P asked us to get the blessing?” Duke raised a brow.

“No, it was all them. After those lectures and some Halloween ghost stories about Friday the 13th way back when, they started thinking that ever since they came to this house Friday the 13th is a real thing. Since then they’ve been asking me to do this.”

“What is it exactly?”

“Extra protection spell, which they don’t need because all of you have it already.”

“But because it’s Friday the 13th, we need the extra protection!” Dick stated.

Batman hummed in disapproval.

“So, wanna join in on this superstition, Duke?” Vivian turned to him.

Duke turned to everyone then to Batman and Vivian, thinking hard but if Batman wasn’t getting one that means he doesn’t need it, right?

“I think I’ll sit this one out,” Duke stood at the side.

“Thank you, Duke!” Vivian then sent a pointed look at the others and then flicked the spell towards the others, it sprayed at them like those garden sprinklers or glitter bombs.

“Fine, it’s your funeral — Ma, I get it! No more death jokes!” Jason winced as Vivian pulled his ear. “Would you let go of my ear!”

Vivian held onto it for a good minute then placed a kiss on his cheek before letting him go. “Good luck! And no amount of magical protection is going to save your asses from your own stupidity. Got it?”

“I know, I know!”

As everyone left for their patrols, Duke was about to join Orphan and Spoiler when Vivian called for him. He asked if she needed anything but all Vivian said was: “Good luck out there, Signal. And don’t get this whole Friday the 13th into your head.”

Duke smiled. “I won’t. Thanks, Professor.”

~ * ~

Three hours into his patrol and Duke was already thinking if he was in Final Destination.

“Starting to think you should have taken that good dose of magical good luck from Mama Bird?” Stephanie grinned down at him — he thinks she was grinning behind her mask — all the way from the top of the building to where he landed in the dumpster beside a broken metal pipe that could have turned him to a Robin kebab.

And that wasn’t the first time tonight either.

Hour one, his grappling wasn’t working and he almost fell if it weren’t for Orphan catching his hand.

Hour two, he almost got run over by a speeding truck by Penguin’s men if Red Hood hadn’t grab him. 

Then Hour three was the dumpster and Robin kebab.

“Fine, I’ll admit it. Something is definitely wrong with Friday the 13th,” Signal groaned.

“Need a hand getting out of there?”

“Let me just take a minute.”

~ Next Friday the 13th Patrol ~

Vivian looked at all the Robins with a deadpan look as she wrote the spell in midair, Batman too was looking at them with a scowl on his face.

“Don’t blame him, he almost died thrice the last time!” Jason said, defending Duke.

“You got into his head,” said Batman.

Tim was about to say something but Vivian cut him off, “I’d be careful about what you all will say after this.”

They kept their mouths shut. But Jason… he was the only one who had the balls to actually speak up: “Well, we can’t ask for the special treatment that Batman gets before patrol, can’t we?”

That had Vivian stop in mid spell casting.

“He’s dead,” Tim whispered to Stephanie.

“So dead,” Cassandra smiled.

“You. Upstairs. Now. You’re grounded!” Vivian told Jason.

Jason scoffed. “You can’t ground me, I’m not a fucking kid anymore, Ma.”

Vivian turned to Batman and the Big Bat sighed then said, “Jason, you’re off patrol for tonight.”

“Are you serious right now? Really?!” Jason exclaimed.

“Fine, then you all go out without the magical diaper!” Vivian was about to erase the spell when Tim and Stephanie kicked Jason, “JUST GO TO YOUR OLD ROOM!” They said.

Defeated, Jason marched up the stairs. As the door shut, Alfred came in with tea for himself and Vivian. “Was Master Jason sent up to his room?”

“He was,” Vivian answered and flicked the spell at the remaining Robins for their extra protection tonight. “I just wish when the baby comes they don’t fill their head with all this nonsense.”

“We might even ask for a double dose of good luck when the baby does have magic,” Stephanie whispered to Tim.

“I heard that!” Vivian called out. Before she could take away the spell, the Robins got on their rides and left the cave, all but for Damian who was waiting for his father to get in the Batmobile.

“If this is getting out of hand, tell me, I’ll set them straight,” Batman touched the small baby bump that showed even with her t-shirt and sweats.

“It’s okay, as long as they get some peace of mind in patrol.”

“But not complacent.”

“Just to get the Friday the 13th jitters off of them,” Vivian got on her toes and kissed him. “Be safe out there, Batman.”

“I will, Professor,” Batman leaned down to kiss her again. “Get some rest, my love. Oracle will be our eyes and ears in the sky tonight.”

“Okay,” another kiss and Vivian finally released him, but then she went to Robin who she hugged tight. “Stay safe out there, Robin.”

“I will Mom.”

“Go! I have to check up on the moping kid in his bedroom.”

“Master Jason has always been dramatic whenever you send him up to his room,” Alfred added.

“Yeah, now that you mention it, he does. Bye, boys, and good luck out there!”

[mindless-finley]

Gadget Alliance

(MarvelxDC fic)

Chapter 1-

Tony had asked me to go to a city named Gotham for some gala of sorts. I of course agreed because it was summer time and all my rogues were busy so it would be slow for a few nights.

His friend allowed him to stay at his manor. I brought a few extra pairs of clothes and my camera before heading off with Tony to visit Gotham.

When we got there Tony’s friend -Bruce Wayne- met us at the door. His butler showed me to my room which was as big as my living room back home. The butler soon leaves as I set my stuff down. Tony soon entered my room telling me to go and hangout with the Wayne kids, so I wandered off to go find them and Tony and Bruce talked about business stuff I wasn’t allowed to know about yet.

I wander around for a little bit where I find 3 kids; one my age, two that are 3 years older. The kid my age is watching as the other two play Mario Kart. I stood there for a second before sitting next to him. He looks over at me, “Oh you must be the child of Stark, who is here for business.”

“Oh, I’m not his kid, just an intern-” The other two looked at me as their game ended, “Why did he bring you if you are an intern???” the girl asked.

“I don’t know- he probably doesn’t trust me to not do something stupid while he was in Gotham or something-”

The boy my age hummed in response.

“Oh, yeah I am Peter by the way what's your names?”

“Tim.”

“Stephanie but everyone calls me Steph”

“Damian Wayne.”

Two other people walked in as well before looking at me, “Who is that?”

The taller one asks —Holy shit he looks similar to my dad–

“I am Peter, my ‘boss’ is here for business so I am here as well.”

“Ah well nice to meet you Peter, I am Dick! And this is Duke,” Duke waves at me, “I thought Bruce might have adopted another kid.”

Damian glares at him when he says that.

“Peter probably has parents waiting for his work trip to be over back home.” Steph replies.

“My parents are dead- I live with my aunt-”

Everyone but Damian makes a face before Tim mutters out ‘Holy shit we need to make sure Bruce doesn’t figure that out.’ He says it low enough to where most people couldn’t hear, minus someone with super hearing like Peter.

There was an awkward silence before Duke spoke up, “So… want to play some games with us until dinner?” I nod and they hand me a remote as the two sit down and get themselves a remote.

After a few games of mostly me winning the butler walks in to announce that dinner is ready.

“Thanks Alfred!” Dick says jumping up and over multiple heads much to Damian's displeasure. Everyone else gets up normally and walks to the dining room.

The room itself is probably bigger than his home. He sits down a bit farther from everyone else, Steph looks at him slightly confused but doesn’t say anything. A bit later two more people walk in, a girl with black hair, and a bigger man with black hair and a white streak in his hair. They both immediately notice him and the girl tilts her head.

“Oh that's Peter, he is the intern for the person Bruce has over!” Dick informs them, “Peter, that is Cass and Jason.” I wave at them and Cass waves back. Jason doesn’t respond and sits down at the furthest seat from everyone else, one seat away from him.

After a few seconds Tony and Bruce walk in talking. Tony makes a joke about it being a full house.

Soon Alfred walks in with food setting it down before walking off.

Tony throws headphones to me from across the table which everyone looks confused as I put it on.

“Why did you throw him a pair of headphones?” Bruce asks.

“Peter has hearing problems which means everything is louder for him so in order for him not to go insane while eating he has to have headphones to block out the noise, he can still hear us but not as loud as before.”

It seems they all accept that answer and move on. They are all chatting minus me, Damian, Jason, and Cass. Cass seems to be mute as she is signing instead of speaking. Damian will just glare at people and make noises and them if upset which he seems to be a lot. Me and Jason are more focused on eating.

After dinner everyone but Bruce, Tony, and Alfred were in the living room(?) We started to talk about different villains. I would say that they were weird but then again I fought a man in a Rhino suit so not as weird.

As the conversation went on I joked saying “If Batman and Spider-Man swapped places for a month neither party’s villains would be happy.” They looked at me confused before asking me to explain.

“Well Spider-Man is always talking and making jokes so that would annoy the villains who have a monologue and not only that he would try to ‘cure’ or help as much of them as possible like Killer Croc, only if they want to be ‘normal’ again though, and meanwhile Spider-Man's villains would be upset because Batman plans out things and never speaks. Which many of Spider-Man’s villains have armor so Batman would have to adjust to that and Spider-Man would have to get used to villains with no armor at all and since he has a no kill rule and already pulls back his punches he would try to pull back more but no matter what if he doesn’t pull back enough then he could accidentally kill someone.”

Everyone goes quiet because of that. Tony walks in and picks me up and just leaves. “Bed. Your aunt keeps texting me to make you go to bed.”

“Says the one who hasn't slept in 48 hours.”

“That’s different I’m an adult.”

“Man baby.”

He flicks me for that. He drops me off at my room. I decided to go to bed because I was somewhat tired after traveling, not because of Tony telling me to sleep.

[Ao3 post!]

[synergysilhouette]

Remaking the Arkham Games

Disclaimer: while mostly trying to keep to the lore released at the time of the games, some of the details I include would've been after the games were released.

Non-stoic Batman--I feel like this is a common issue in Batman depictions; he's cut-off from his emotional connections, coming off as curt and cold. Obviously it makes sense given his world, but I'm not crazy about the "I work best alone" mentality he has (he actually says this in "Asylum"), and it's made more clear that he's trying to keep those he cares about away by assuaging their concerns rather than demanding they stay out of his way, as well as being less aggressive with others. I feel like these issues were more present in the later installments.

2. Tim's present for "Asylum" and has an expanded role--I always felt like Tim being interested in psychology would be a good way to highlight his compassion for others, since he became Robin in the comics to be an emotional anchor to Batman, and shows how he wanted to make the world a better place. Plus, it conveniently allows for Robin to be on the island. Tim's father is also alive in this universe, and Bruce founding his college education is in the form of a scholarship to hide their connection. Tim also uses his Red Robin suit, specifically the Unternet variant.

3. Jason Todd's found alive--I just thought it'd be best to get this out of the way now. He's found towards the end of the game by Robin, having been believed to have been dead until Joker reveals he had kidnapped Jason and had been moving him around for a while with very few people knowing about it (and living; it did seem a bit odd that everyone got the jump on Jason and no one told Batman). Joker mainly uses Scarecrow's fear gas to slowly break and manipulate him. As a result, despite being rescued, he harbors resentment towards Batman, and is horrified to have been rescued by Robin, seeing that what Joker had told him about being replaced was true. The game also features flashbacks to Barbara's paralysis, Jason's death leading up to his rescue (similar to the flashbacks in "Arkham Knight"), as well as mentioning Gotham's death and Gotham Girl's incarceration in the story.

4. Harley is uniquely grey here--This is one of the biggest changes influenced by modern depictions of her, particularly "Gotham Knights." While Harleen Quinzel originally seems to be a victim like all the other staff at the asylum, she is revealed to be helping Joker, eventually donning her Harley Quinn outfit and persona. Rather than being bubbly and portrayed as "not very bright," she's seen as dangerous and good at mind games. She leaves a trail for Robin and Batman to find Joker, and while it's originally interpreted as her not being as smart as she thought, they eventually deduce that she isn't fully gone. Eventually she's incarcerated, but Tim, having known her before her descent into villainy, notes that she could come back from it, if she wants. Moving onto "City"...

5. Batman is joined by some help in "Arkham City"--With Gotham overrun, Nightwing, Spoiler, Robin, and Orphan (using Cassandra's later alias here, as she wanted to avoid any potential issues between her and Barbara after Jason's meltdown towards Tim) assist him at various points throughout the plot, though he reminds them not to get comfortable since the city is more dangerous and the fact that Hugo Strange knows his identity. Concerning the costumes, Stephanie's in her black and purple 2010s suit, Cassandra's in her Batgirl suit (because even if she's not using the name, it's still a great look), Tim would be in an outfit influenced by his "One Year Later" suit, as well as Nightwing having longer hair. It's also worth noting that Stephanie and Tim are a couple, as well as Dick and Barbara, rather than Tim and Barbara.

6. Damian is introduced--While not a major player, he is revealed when Batman comes to visit Ra's al Ghoul, and while Talia doesn't spell out who Damian is, it's quickly deduced by others in the Batfamily who he is. He's depicted in his late teens here, only a couple years younger than Tim (who I imagine in his early 20s, in contrast to Jason's mid-20s and Dick's mid-to-late-20s; just how I'd age them in this timeline). It's assumed that he became the new leader of the League of Assassins after the deaths of Ra's and Talia.

7. The Sirens Cause Trouble--Harley manages to escape the asylum (not for the first time though; it has been 2 years since "Asylum") and finds out Joker is ill, making her feel sorry for him again, which he takes advantage of and makes her his second-in-command. However, Catwoman runs into her, and knowing about her friendship with Ivy and conflicted mentality, she gets her to help convince Ivy to help her break into the vault, as well as getting some revenge on Hush (loosely based on the comic storyline). However, they eventually part ways as the city becomes more rampant, forcing Ivy to protect her plans in her hideout, Harley to find Joker, and Catwoman to protect Batman.

8. Jason becomes Red Hood--Having been hospitalized and going through rehab for the past two years, Jason has regained some of his sanity, though he still has a lot of anger towards the Batfamily, particularly Batman and Robin. While he assists them with crimefighting as Red Hood, he also picks fights, somewhat desperate for Batman's attention as well as seeking closure for feeling abandoned, which is eventually resolved when he helps the team kill Joker once and for all, with the team encouraging they go home and celebrate "as a family" (but Batman tells them there's more work to be done).

9. "Origins" takes place later in Batman's career (but earlier than the other "Arkham" games)--Rather than taking place in Batman's earlier years, this happens during a time in his life not often covered in comics; the short tenure of Jason Todd. Jason's time is Robin also coincides with Barbara's time as Batgirl, with Jason in his modern-edited costume and Barbara's purple and yellow costume.

I don't think I have any major notes for "Knights"; it essentially plays out the same, but without Jason, Scarecrow gets the full focus, and Harley becomes an ally to Batman without Joker's influence, as well as his previous proteges helping him with this deadly mission, despite his protests.

[batfsm]

Okay, that makes sense then but still i think she needs to listen a lot more to people, even if they are coworkers. (I did point out that knowing Bruce he wouldn’t explain but his emotions, especially if it was a vendetta against him since the kids could have been used) getting the best of him is an excuse. Not a good one at all but is one and an explanation. Maybe, just maybe DC will give us our good dad back. Probably not.)

Also, a mentor? Is your boss in a way so yes she had to listen to him. They’re there to help guide and support you. That includes bossing people around sometimes.

She still hasn’t been doing this as long as Bruce, even with him going away to train. Bruce is still the one with the most training, years. Dick is the next one I believe. (I’m not counting the Rouges, Mob Families, or others like Selina here.)

Why do people expect him to listen to her then?if she doesn’t have to listen to him, the same for Bruce. He does not have to listen to her.

According to people and DC, she’s a part of the Batfamily. (Just not the Wayne side.) So she could tell Damian, Tim, Jason, Cass, Dick, and Duke what to do.

I love Barbara and Bruce but both need to step back and let themselves take a deep breath and just let stuff flow. They won’t though.

So if Bruce has no authority over Gotham, than he also has no authority over the Watchtower. Even though he built it with his own money (I believe that’s canon). Even though it’s his property technically? Correct?

Does this mean Clark had no authority over Metropolis? Diana over Paris or wherever she’s in charge of? Oliver over Star City? The Lanterns over the Earth or the other planets?

Because that’s what I’m taking it as. That vigilantes, even illegal ones that are still somehow not being prosecuted even while working with the police, which ya think they would be, have no authority over their cities, when they should if they were there first or the longest.

Thats me though.

Bruce put Black Lightning…in charge of Barbara Gordon? He does not have the authority for that. No one is in charge of Barbara Gordon, not even international law.

[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."

[ghostly-bat]

Tim just a little annoyed: Jon, Why are you here again? You're here almost everyday

Jon eating a pop-tart: What? I can't come over and spend time with my best friend? My boyfriend? The love of my life!

Tim: Love of your life?? You're 15

Damian: He likes to come over because he says we have a better snacks here than at his place

Tim:

Jon:

Jon: Okay it's true but I'm also still here for Damian too! My place doesn't have Damian or good snakes!

[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.

[farshootergotme]

Game-night in the batfamily has got to be crazy. You're putting a bunch of geniuses against each other and that's asking for chaos to happen.

[spacedace]

Dick dropped down from the skylight into the kitchen soundlessly, one hand already gripping one of his escrima rods in preparation for a fight as he worked on getting his barrings.

Babs had said that none of the apartment’s security measures had been tripped and that her system hadn’t detected anyone entering the apartment building that shouldn’t be there, but it was better safe than sorry. The kind of mercenaries that had been hired and the kind of tracking they had already done on Elle meant that they very well could have found a way around the security measures. Hell, if Jason was right about this Marcus Hunter guy - and he most definitely was - then even the additional security Damian had added over the years might not have been enough.

Behind him there was the soft click of a switch and suddenly the kitchen was flooded with light.

Shit, that was bad. He hadn’t heard anyone behind him, hadn’t even registered another person in the immediate area despite the readings in his mask and his finely honed senses. Either he was getting rusty or whoever had flipped on the lights in an attempt to blind him was, if not as good, than at least in the same league as Cass when it came to stealth.

The fact that they were confident enough about not having to worry about Elle that they would try to blind him by turning on the lights rather than for a quieter take-down in the dark also was a bad sign. Either the intruder was confident enough about their plan that Elle calling the cops or trying to run away wouldn’t interfere, or they knew for a fact that she couldn’t. That they had ensured that she was not able to do anything as a dangerous stranger wandered her house and tried to jump the vigilante that had just entered her home.

Thankfully his domino was in top form and ready for things like this, specially designed by Lucius with software finely honed by Babs. As quickly as the switch was flipped, his mask adjusted to account for the sudden change in light levels, keeping him fully aware of the world around him. A chance at surprising the person trying to get the drop on him in return, if he was fast enough to pull it off.

And if it meant saving the young woman his little brother was in love with, that had become another member of the family over the past couple of years?

Dick would be more than fast enough.

He dropped low and spun, flicking the taser function of his escrima on as he did. He still hadn’t heard anyone move, but he knew odds were good that the person behind him would likely be aiming for center mass while he was standing if they had a fire arm and lunging at him before he could realize what happened if they weren’t.

Body flowing like water, Dick turned and moved to slam the sparking business end of his weapon into his opponent coming face to face with -

A bleary and half asleep Elle.

Dick stumbled as he rapidly fought his own momentum, nearly crashing to the floor in his attempt to not hurt the very woman he had shown up to save. He still ended up knocking a familiar battered bag from off the table in his - totally not wild and undignified at all thank you - pinwheeling.

At least he managed to not bump the pretty, hand-painted vase sitting next to Elle’s normal traveling pack. It had been a gift from Ma Kent when Damian, Jon and Elle had all three moved in together and Dick did not want to face the wrath of three if anything happened to it.

Or the wrath of Ma Kent, for that matter.

Elle, for her part, just watched him from where she was swaying blearily in the kitchen doorway, eyes squinting into the bright light that she had flipped on. She seemed unbothered by the vigilante that had appeared in her home and nearly tazedd the shit out of her the second she’d made her presence known.

“Mmp?” She…said? Mumbled, really, sleep blurred and muzzy. “Nigh’wing?” She slurred, lifting a hand to rub tiredly at an aching eye. “Why’re you in my kitchen?”

“Uh…” Dick stared at her, still mentally scrambling to get his feet under him as he tried to wrangle the sudden flip between fighting a dangerous foe to talking with his brother’s exhausted, jet-lagged and very much out of the loop civilian girlfriend in his vigilante persona.

Elle gave a yawn so massive and wide Dick was fairly certain he would need to take her to the ER to get her jaw re-attached afterwards. Instead of screaming in pain at suddenly dislocating a bone, she just leaned against the door jam tiredly as she looked him up and down. “Are you bleedin’ out?”

Dick blinked.

“Um, no.”

“Any broken bones, internal injuries or concussions?”

“No.”

“Villain chasing you about to bust in and destroy half the apartment building?”

“God I hope not.”

“Mmm-kay.”

Elle gave a slow nod, shifting so she was standing fully again - if slightly at a sleepy, drooping angle - as she lazily waved a hand in the general direction of one cabinet.

“Everything but what’s in there and on the bottom shelf of the fridge is free game - that stuff is gonna be gifts for Damian and Jon’s families, so don’t eat ‘em.” Her hand shifted, vaguely motioning down the hall in the direction opposite of where her and the boys’ bedroom was. “Guest room is second on the left, bathroom across from that. If you need anything else…”

She trailed off, head lolling and unruly mess of black curls falling in an even wilder frenzy around her, “Honestly, like, call someone else about it. I just spent the last 84 hours digging people out of a mudslide on the other side of the globe explicitly against my doctor’s orders. I’m going to go have a coma for awhile about it to recover. As a treat.”

As had often been the case over the years, Elle had zagged when he had expected her to zig. It was a hallmark of her as a person, he’d learned from Dami’s stories and his own experience with her. Instead of being freaked by one of Gotham’s vigilantes breaking into her home and nearly taking her head off, she just… rolled with it. Made sure he wasn’t dying and decided at that point that whatever he was doing there was just not her problem to deal with.

Nightwing wasn’t even one of the heroes she’d worked with before as part of her search and rescue work. Elle had never officially met him as his vigilante persona, she’d barely met Damian and Jon as Phoenix and Flamebird. And yet she just didn’t give a single fuck about anything happening currently. Too exhausted to care beyond ensuring no one was about to die, most likely, after just getting back from an SAR mission.

Which made sense. The physical and emotional toll of rescue work was worse than any fight Dick had ever been in, and wore on those who made it their life’s work to that particular kind of emergency service hard. Especially one like Elle who had a widely known reputation for her dogged determination to keep going well past the point other rescuers would hit their limit and have to stop for the sake of their health.

Actually wait, speaking of health, did she just say -

“Doctor’s orders?” He asked, shoving his escrima back in place on his back as he straightened out and stepped forward, hands worriedly reaching for her. “Are you okay?”

He knew that Elle had ended up in the hospital for a bit about six or seven months ago when she’d been visiting family. He wasn’t totally sure of all the details, but he knew there’d been some kind of freak accident that had resulted in Elle needing emergency surgery. Whatever had happened - which, considering she’d been in Amity Park could have been literally anything - she’d ended up with a pretty intense looking scar on her chest above her heart and some intensely worried boyfriends once Damian and Jon had found out what had happened.

Thankfully, with Amity Park’s deep connection with the Infinite Realms and as the seat of King Phantom’s rule, Elle had been in the care of the best healers in the multiverse. She’d been irritable about the whole recovery process he remembered, grumpy at having to be stuck in one place for so long. But considering she’d had to have surgery to remove something pretty sizable from her heart Dick felt four weeks in the hospital and a further six of bed rest and home care was a pretty short recovery time.

Though… maybe she wasn’t as recovered as she’d made everyone think.

Sure, the Yetis could be a bit much in how they fussed over living humans in their care, but there was every chance that Elle really wasn’t as back in action as she’d led people to believe. She was a little too like Dami and Jon that way - like just about everyone Dick knew that way. It wouldn’t matter if she was wheezing through a flail chest or missing a damn limb, if it involved something or someone important to her, she wasn’t going to be stopped. And with Elle, the only thing as important to her as Dami and Jon, was traveling the world to feed her eternal wanderlust and saving people through her search and rescue work. Neither of which was possible if the people that cared about her knew she was still dealing with the effects of her brush with death earlier in the year.

Then again, there was every chance that something else had happened. Between her travels and her SAR work, Elle got into a lot of dicey situations. Not even getting into the fact that she’d put down roots in Gotham and Metropolis - two places known for their high danger rate thanks to regular villain attacks and other crazy bullshit. Had something happened that he hadn’t heard about?

Elle gave another terrifyingly wide yawn.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” She waved his concern off blandly, “It’s all gravy my dude. Just had a bit of a thing not too long ago and my doc is a bit on the over-cautious side. If it was up to him I’d be on bed rest ‘til I’m ninety.”

Dick frowned, not totally convinced. Elle either was ignoring him or was just too tired to notice he was still worried. Instead of acknowledging it she just began swaying back in the direction of her bedroom. “Right, now that’s settled, I’m gonna go crash. Mind the cat when you go to leave, he’s gotten obsessed with the pigeons recently and keeps trying to escape to go after them.”

“Wait, no, I need to talk to you.” He said, moving to follow her as she turned away from him and began shuffling down the hall.

She made a vague, incomprehensible noise, not bothering to turn back to face him. “Mmm, later.”

“No, this really can’t wait.” He insisted, reaching out and catching her arm before she shuffled any further away. “You’re in danger.”

He expected that to be the moment that Elle locked in and started seriously listening to him. That she’d shake off the heavy drowsiness she was caught in and snap to attention and focus on what he was saying and why he was there.

As usual though, Elle zigged when he thought she’d zag.

Instead of doing any of the normal things people do when told by a vigilante that their lives were in danger, she just gave a ridiculous, tired whine and shook his hand off. “Yeah, in danger of not getting any more sleep.” She said, petulant and pouting. “I’m fine, let me go back to bed.”

Over his comms he heard Steph huff a soft laugh, “Damn, Little D wasn’t kidding when he said she was a mess after missions. Might have to bring out the big guns and tell her what we found.”

She had a point. Both in that Dami had talked about Elle being practically a mindless zombie after prolonged SAR stints and in needing to up the ante in explaining the situation. He’d hoped to get her to a safe house first so that he knew she was secure before breaking the news that someone wanted her dead, but if she was going to just ignore everything he said in her dogged attempt to crawl back into bed he might just have to lay it out to her now.

“No, I need you to listen to me.” He said firmly, grabbing onto her arm again and tugging her to face him. “A group of elite mercenaries has been hired to kill you. They’ve been tracking your movements for awhile now, they know where you live, they know your schedule, the places you go.” He gave her arm a small squeeze, heart aching a little as he looked down at the worn, exhausted face of the woman that very likely would be his sister-in-law before too much longer. “The others and I can help protect you, but you need to come with me now.”

For a long, quiet moment Elle just stood there and stared at him. Uncanny white-blue eyes taking him in, the seriousness of his expression beneath his domino, the tense line of his shoulders, his firm grip on her arm. Her usually bright and exuberant expression unreadable and still in the dim light of the hallway. Some of the anxiety in his chest unwound a little as the seriousness of the situation seemed to finally settle in to her sleep deprived mind.

And then Elle zagged.

“...Okay… and?”

---

Elle groaned as Duke dropped down from the skylight.

“Seriously? You’re pulling Signal in to this? In the middle of the night?” She gave Dick a look that edged on scathing, scrubbing her face tiredly before turning her attention on Duke. “Dude, what are you doing here? You have the day shift, shouldn’t you be sleeping right now?”

She shook her head before either of them could try and get a word in, waving her hands at them irritably. “Wait, scratch that, I should be sleeping right now and you,” She pointed at Signal with an annoyed frown, “Should know how fucking tired I am. You had to drag my ass all the way to the Opps tent enough times after finishing up an SAR mission to know how hard I crash.”

Duke held up his hands in a motion that felt less like a I come in peace and more of a I surrender to Dick’s mind, though he was still smiling a little. “And hello and good morning to you too Ms. Nightingale. Yes it has been a minute since we last saw each other, and it is nice to get to chat when we’re not running around trying to pull people out of rubble or half dead in the crash tent.”

Elle flipped him off, which just made Duke laugh in turn.

Dick might have felt the need to intervene and try and smooth things over, but he could see that - clearly despite herself - Elle was happy to see him. Some of the tension in her frame had eased up, the lines of irritation on her tired face easing up into a fond kind of annoyance.

Yeah, alright, Duke was right that they should have just let him handle the whole thing from the jump - even with having to wait a few minutes. Dick and Elle got along like a house on fire when he was in his civilian ID, but his interactions with Elle as Nightwing - though positive - were limited. Signal on the other hand, she’d worked with fairly regularly and she and Duke had developed a solid, friendly working relationship over the past couple of years.

“Alright, alright. Yes, it’s nice to see you Lighthouse.” Elle rolled her eyes, amused fondness in the motion, “Seriously though dude, I just got back home like, two hours ago. Can’t this wait?”

The dark visor of Duke’s helmet hid it, but the look he was giving Elle was clear enough anyway. “Sorry, think I might have missed that,” he said, not at all sounding apologetic, “Did you just ask if us trying to save you from the crew of incredibly dangerous mercenaries hired to kill you could wait? Was I hearing that right?”

Elle groaned, “Ugh, look I already told him,” she waved a hand vaguely at Dick, not bothering to glance in his direction, “That while I appreciate the concern, that it’s all good. Seriously,” she said, sounding every inch the as exhausted as she looked, “This shit happens, like, all the time, it’s fine. Can I please go back to sleep now? We can catch up later. I got that awesome coffee Julietta makes the last time I visited and Sal gave me some of his husband’s fresh made donuts when I swung by the bodega on my way home. We can have a nice breakfast chat later.”

Dick tensed, rocking forward as he said “This has happened before?” at the same time Duke asked, “You have some more of that coffee?”

“Signal, focus.” Oracle snapped over comm line, and even without seeing her Dick knew she was pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

Pulling in Duke to help him get Elle out of there had been a good call, but they’d forgotten that it came at the cost of the two being entirely unserious about dangers to their persons. Dick didn’t know all the details, but he knew enough to say that there was a reason the two teamed up on SAR missions so often - and it wasn’t just how skilled they both were when it came to rescuing people.

“Right, coffee can wait…” Duke said, offering Dick a bare impression of a sheepish grin. As much as he thought he needed to placate Dick’s unimpressed stare. He was annoyed with himself that even knowing how low effort it was, the grin was still working.

“Mmm.” Elle said, muzzy and unamused by the both of them. “You’re right. It can wait, for the morning, after I’ve gotten some sleep.” She made a shooing motion at them with her hands, “Go on then, get. Let me get my beauty rest.”

“I don’t know if we have time for you to sleep that long.” Duke mused, laughing as Elle flipped him off again. “Seriously Whammy, you can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”

“You’re face isn’t safe.”

“You’re face isn’t safe if you don't move your ass.”

Maybe involving Duke was a bad idea after all, Dick thought, giving into the urge to scrub at his face. While he was his civilian identity, Duke and Elle were friendly enough. She got along with him as well as she got along with everyone else in the family. But the two had clearly developed a strong, almost sibling-like relationship out in the field when Duke was on duty as Signal. Useful in imparting the dangers, useless in getting the two to not bicker like overtired siblings while they were in the middle of something.

Dick sighed, “Can we do this later, please?” He met Elle’s eye from behind his mask, “Look, we wouldn’t be here unless we had serious concerns about your safety. I know you’re tired and think it’s not a big deal but it is. Can you please go pack a bag and come with us so we can get you setup somewhere more secure?”

There was a long beat of silence as Elle looked at him. Her exhausted face becoming contemplative as she met his eye and took in his serious expression. He felt hope swell in him that she was finally taking all of this seriously when -

“Nah. Not happening.” She waved him off, unbothered, and turned to start heading down the hall again towards her room. “I’m going back to sleep. Feel free to hang out here if you want to. I already told Sparky here which snacks were off limits, just keep the volume on the TV down if you decide to watch anything.”

Okay. They might just have to kidnap her. Unfortunate, but Dick wasn’t seeing a lot of options left to them.

Duke, thankfully, seemed to have one more trick up his sleeve.

Crossing his arms and leaning a little too casually against the kitchen counter he made a show of looking at his nails - well hidden beneath his gloves - as he called out, “Alright, I guess we’ll tell Supernova you weren’t interested in meeting him after all.”

Elle froze. Truly froze. Foot still hovering in the air mid-step, entire body trapped in comical stillness. Slowly, painfully slowly, her head turned towards where Duke was. Eyes so intensely wide that they hurt Dick to look at a little, her already slightly off-putting white-blue irises almost swallowing the tiny black pinpricks of her pupils.

“Supernova?” She spun, body almost shaking as she scuttled over to where Duke was like a deranged little crab, “He’s in Gotham?”

Duke made a show of shrugging, “Eh, I mean, he was going to be in Gotham. Help make sure the safehouse we were going to have you stay in is secure and all that.” No amount of cover from Duke’s visor could hide the gleam in his eye, the shit eating grin he flashed Elle said it all. “But if you want to stay here, I guess we’ll have to tell him to not bother coming.”

Dick blinked as Elle seemed to start vibrating in place. He wasn’t entirely certain she wouldn’t take off like a god damn rocket with the way her clear excitement at the idea was rattling around inside her, body likely to combust from the energy of it all.

“I guess I’m calling Kon.” Tim mused from over the comms. “Who knew she was such a big Supernova fan?”

“Holy shit, do you think she has a crush on him?” Steph asked, clear delight at the absolute horror and chaos that would rock Jon if that was the case.

----

^ random incomplete dpxdc snippet thing from a fic I'm working on where the Batfam & Superfam have to try and keep Damian & Jon's supposed-civilian girlfriend Elle safe while the boys are off planet.

Just a lot of fun pre-identity reveal shinanigans, Elle having absolutely zero self-preservation instincts (even by Fenton standards) and the Bats & Supers trying to deal with the chaos inherint in dealing with ghost shit while not revealing anything before Damian & Jon get the chance to. Also some fun painful angst as things start going off the rails and Infinite Realm conspiracies start popping off involving Ancient of the Speedforce Pariah Dark and Elle's ongoing struggle to controll her Obsession. Most importantly, it involves Duke & Elle getting to be chaotic besties because they deserve to be unhinged gremlins that worry those around them with their shinanigans on the regular haha

Sidenote that is entirely unncessary but I put in the research so I'm going to make it everyone else's problem: When Duke calls Elle "Whammy" above, he's actually calling her "W.A.M.I" which stands for Wide Area Motion Imagery, which is a newer type of technology search and rescue teams use.

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

One of the batkids: And this is my best friend.

Narrator: