#bat family

[itsdabatt]

[timmydraker]

Tim creating his own quiz that is painstakingly detailed on each member of the family with several different answers for each question.

It’s called:

What Gotham Cryptid Are you?

He publishes it under a name he got from a random username generator and then sends it to his family, telling them he found it and thought it would be funny to see who got what.

Bruce actually gets Batman, which isn’t that shocking when thought about.

Dick also gets himself but they’re the only ones.

Barbara gets BatWoman and immediately text Kate to show her with genuine pride.

Jason gets Damian and is pissed about it until he finds out people see Damian as super cool cause he has a sword, so it’s not too bad and better than getting sick or Bruce.

Tim gets himself but only because it’s literally rigged, so he doesn’t count it in his accuracy chart.

Steph gets Orphan/Batgirl and is estatic to tell her best friend as such.

Cass gets Nightwing to everyone surprise but the woman herself just smiles happily.

Kate gets Batman and throws a fit because Batwoman is better in every way and ‘obviously the stupid quiz is wrong’.

Duke gets a strange one that is called ‘OG Robin’s’ and seemingly describes both Dick and Jason in it but shrugs it off and is instead happy he got such a positive answer.

Damian genuinely starts tweaking when he gets Red Robin, throwing a fit and saying it’s stupid and wrong.

It’s then that Tim confesses he made it and that they themselves contributed to most of the choices in it. There’s some outrage, but most of them find it either amusing or enlightening.

Damian of course claims that Tim had just proven he rigged it so that he would get ‘the worst Robin’.

Alfred would later see him staring at the screenshot of the quiz result with a look of disbelieving pride on his face.

Bonus:

Alfred got Bat Cow and told absolutely nobody because it never happened.

Got it?

Never happened.

[nosyrobin]

Imagine! al ghul-Wayne Twins

(Sick!reader)

You had to come home sick, dismissed early from a class you didn’t have with Damian. Leaving Damian confused back at Gotham academy, confused on where his other half is at. He’s looking at the clock, every knock on the door makes him perk his head up quick. Determined to see if it’s you, but it’s not. He growls under his breath until a teacher had told him that you are certainly home sick.

That’s when hell broke loose, to him of course. The 10 year old Al ghul-Wayne should’ve known you weren’t feeling well! He’s one of the children’s of the world’s greatest detective. He’s beating himself up mentally, he’s imagining you on a death bed. Coughing, whining, and crying in pain.

Meanwhile, Alfred is taking good care of you. Making you chicken noodle soup. Having you take over the counter medicine. You are enjoying just staying home and lying down. You soon go to a different room other than the room you share with Damian. Alfred suggested you separate from the shared room so you don’t get Damian sick as well.

Damian comes in with a worried expression other than a usual stoic one. “Pennyworth! I demand my sibling to have the best herbal tea as I go to them!” He says as he rushes up the stairs, going to the “shared” room you two have. Imagine the expression he had, seeing you not there. He turns around, about to scream where you are. His heart racing, but Alfred puts a hand on the young boy’s shoulder.

Putting a finger to his lip, and accompanying that by pointing to a room. Damian immediately understood, ready to rush in there. But Alfred quickly puts a doctor mask over the boy’s face. Damian huffs, his eyes narrowed. He swats the butler’s hands away and immediately goes to the room you are in. As he enters in, his eyes soften seeing you sleeping peacefully. Though your snores are a little raggedy from the stuffed up nose. He pulled a chair over and sat down on it.

Watching you, making sure you are perfectly fine.

[nightwingcouldyounot]

This is sweet.

(Titans United Bloodpact 002)

[salylockheart]

Batober Day 4

[fatum679]

I DON’T understand what’s gotten into you. I’M NOT YOUR FATHER, JASON. I DON’T need teenage rebellion.

Every time I think about the relationship between Bruce & Jason, I cry and get depressed 🥺 🦇🪽

Bruce, how could you say that? You said Jason wasn't your kid.

I can't stick to one canon, I have everything tangled up in one tangle of sharp barbed wire. Bruce & Jason / father & son all media types 💔 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[recursive-occlusion]

Fashions from Catwoman: Lonely City

Art by Cliff Chiang

[robindamian55]

Batman and sons with damian wayne: take down

Credits by the black cat

[shyjusticewarrior]

Red Hood is the personality hire of the batfam

[nesting-dreams]

the vibes these boys give me for I miss you hugs. You leap hug them.

Catches you and spins you hug: Dick

Catches you and drops you both like a bag of bricks on purpose. Just sitting on that floor for ten minutes: Jason

Falls like a bag of bricks himself cuz he wasn’t expecting this, but he’s pretty happy to be on the ground with s/o: Tim

Is normal boy who thinks the others are overdramatic, catches and pulls into tight, safe, warm hug: Duke and Damien

I think I’ll do girls too:

Does the spin hugs: Stephanie.

Falls on ground on purpose : Kate kane

Falls down cuz didn’t see this coming: Cass (i feel so bad for her 😂).

Thinks the others are dramatic and gives a normal hug:Barbara

[vespertilionis]

Got this quite old comic and opened it to find this. Why is Robin in a coma and what is that machine

what happened

[moonlight0934]

Trust Issues

Damian watches through half open eyes as his family eats breakfast around him. He keeps his guard up, a feeling of anxiety and immanent threat choking him. He hasn’t slept in days, the smallest noise snapping him back to full awareness. Bruce looks over at him, narrowing his eyes.

“Why aren’t you eating, Damian?”

“I am,” Damian immediately lies.

Bruce looks confused at that, because of how obviously not true it is. Damian puts a singular piece of strawberry from his fruit salad into his mouth. Then he stands up, slipping out of his chair.

“Come on, Damian. We’re doing so good this morning. Tim is even eating.”

“Father, Tim agreed because he’s still asleep. He was eating, then he fell asleep with his bite of eggs half out of his mouth.”

Bruce turns to Tim, who is in fact asleep with his spoon only half in his mouth.

“Tim, dear, you’re going to choke,” Bruce says, taking the spoon out of his mouth.

Tim startles, pulling back.

“What? I didn’t do anything.”

“I didn’t think you did.”

Damian slips out of the room while Bruce is reoccupied with Tim. He heads up to his room to get dressed for school, though that’s the last thing he wants to do right now. He sighs as he walks into his room to grab his uniform. It’s only a few minutes before he’s coming back down the stairs, and heading for the door. Damian can hear Bruce trying to get Tim to fully wake up so he doesn’t fall face first into his eggs.

Damian walks out without letting anyone know that he’s leaving since someone will insist on driving him to school. The walk is quiet, though that’s only because it’s so early that no one with good intentions is out right now. Most kids aren’t allowed to walk, that’s why Damian usually isn’t either. It’s not that they don’t know he can take care of himself, but they have appearances to keep up. They have to look like they’re prissy rich kids, though Damian hates how he has to act every time he leaves the house without being in costume.

A few of the small time muggers eye him as he’s walking past, but his glare is enough to put them off till he gets past them. It’s still quiet as the light manages to get past the clouds, lightening the sky. Damian keeps his hands in his pockets.

The school is empty too since he’s early. The teachers are the only ones there, and they all seem surprised to see him as they pass him in the halls. He heads straight to the cafeteria to wait on everyone else to show up. It’s quiet, so he pulls out his drawing pad and colored pencils.

A feeling of apprehension creeps up on him even though he’s alone, almost as if something is going to jump out of the shadows. After a few minutes, Damian jumps to his feet. He looks around wildly, but doesn’t see anything. He darts out of the exit attached to the cafeteria, leaving his bag, and not even sure where he’s going.

His vision starts going in and out, his hearing cutting out completely. He redirects himself to head back home, but doesn’t even get a few feet before passing out. When he wakes up, he can’t recognize where he is. It looks like a booth of some sort. People are talking right outside.

“Man, it sure took a long time for that toxin to kick in. We had to follow him for almost eight days,” one complains.

“He was in his house for a lot of that time, shut up,” another replies, sounding annoyed.

“Still, you’d think it wouldn’t be that useless. That’s a long time.”

Damian blinks, looking down. He’s zip tied to a chair, rope wrapped around his wrists and fingers on top of the zip ties.

Someone kidnapped me? They gassed me with some sort of toxin? That must be why I was feeling the way that I was.

He pulls one hand out of the ropes with a smug grin.

Now, time to get out of here discreetly so as not to ruin my secret identity. I need to call in backup.

He pulls the other one out, then begins taking the zip ties off of his wrists.

As long as I don’t get caught, I should have no issue with this. Even if they think I escaped somehow, I could still come back in costume with my family. However, there’s only one door.

Damian walks over to the door, feeling much heavier than he normally does. He cracks the door open soundlessly. It’s dark outside, but it’s not hard for him to tell that they’re in an abandoned amusement park. The Ferris Wheel is looming over the buildings, stalls, and shut down attractions.

The guards are less than a foot away from the door, still distracted with their conversation. Damian slips out of the doorway, making a beeline for the next attraction. He makes it there without incident, giving him time to look for his emergency beacon. Luckily it’s there, still tucked into the heel of his shoe.

He clicks it before straightening back up. Then someone grabs him by the collar. A large man shakes Damian. He almost punches the man in the throat, but remembers why he can’t in just enough time to pull back. The man punches him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He feels the man throw him towards the two guards that were watching him originally.

One of them kicks him in the face immediately. This goes on for a while as they take turns hitting him while he just has to lie there and take it. Eventually he tastes blood coming up his throat, and at this point, he’s not even sure where it’s coming from. Though it doesn’t really matter if he’s throwing it up or coughing it up, either one is pretty bad.

I wonder what they wanted. They sure did do a lot to just kill me.

Someone stomps down on his fingers, breaking them. He doesn’t let out a single noise.

That’s probably why they’re still going. I haven’t screamed or cried like this is a big deal. I wonder if they’re going to figure out how badly I’m already hurt.

It’s only a minute later when exactly that happens.

“Hey, I think you’re going too far. He has to be alive to use him for ransom,” the second man calls, sounding worried. He also sounds far away, and Damian doesn’t feel like listening anymore.

A few more sounds bring him back from the edge, even if just a little bit. It sounds like a scuffle of some sort. Then someone grabs his head, startling him. He cracks his eyes open, seeing Dick above him. He’s in costume, his mask covering his eyes.

“Hey, Baby Bird. Just hold on, we’re going to get you to a hospital. You’ll be ok.”

“You came,” Damian whispers, blinking his heavy eyes.

“What do you mean? Of course we did. Don’t you trust us?”

Damian doesn’t respond, letting his eyes drop closed.

“No, Damian, open your eyes!”

Dick shakes his shoulders, but everything continues to fade. He doesn’t feel it as Dick keeps shaking him, and eventually stops hearing him too. Then nothing.

[azrael-core]

Divine madness, autism, and the worst swag known to man. He's just like me fr.

[pinkiemachine]

I made a thing….

[salylockheart]

Batober Day 5