#batboys

[tarta-de-limon]

Damian is physically unable to draw Tim. Change my mind.

[clumsydolly]

Bruce Wayne x female!reader who is firty in public but shy in private?

Soft Behind the Smile

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Flirty-in-Public, Shy-in-Private Female Reader

Setting: A high-profile Gotham charity gala and Wayne Manor afterward

Tone: Romantic, Flirty, Soft, a little teasing

Gotham glittered beneath the evening sky, the moonlight catching the tips of buildings and rooftops like a silver crown. Inside the Wayne Foundation's Grand Ballroom, the air shimmered with the clink of champagne glasses, string quartets, and the low hum of money being well-spent in the name of philanthropy.

You were the sun of the room, every eye subtly drawn to you as you moved through the crowd like you were born to shine. Crimson silk hugged your frame, your heels clicked like a metronome of confidence, and your laugh—carefully honed—rose at just the right pitch to charm.

Bruce Wayne noticed.

Of course he noticed.

He always did.

“Mr. Wayne,” you purred as you stepped up beside him, your red nails briefly dragging across the black silk of his lapel, “did you come to the gala to save the city or break hearts?”

He turned, amusement flickering in those unreadable blue eyes. “I didn’t realize I had a reputation for either.”

“Oh, please,” you smiled, cocking your head. “You walk into a room and women forget how to breathe.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And you?”

“I pretend I’m immune,” you said coyly, swirling your drink. “But between you and me, the dress is only half of my armor.”

Bruce let out a quiet chuckle. “Dangerous woman.”

You leaned in, the scent of your perfume ghosting across his senses. “Only if you’re afraid of a good time.”

It was a dance. You knew your steps well. In front of the crowd, you were bold. Flirty. Confident. You teased Bruce because you liked the way his mouth twitched with held-back smiles. Because you loved the weight of his gaze when you walked away.

But the moment his attention lingered too long… your stomach twisted.

Because behind the bravado was a girl who didn’t know how to be looked at like that. Not by him.

Not by someone who could see through it all.

The gala ended in a blur of laughter and final bows. Bruce offered you a ride back to your apartment, but you politely declined.

Too dangerous.

You knew if you stepped into his world for real, it wouldn’t be a game anymore.

But the next day, a bouquet of dark red roses appeared at your office desk with no card. Just a Wayne Foundation envelope with an invitation to a small dinner.

Private.

You almost declined.

But you didn’t.

Wayne Manor was nothing like the bustling events downtown. Here, silence reigned. Shadows curved along oak panels and soft rugs. The fireplace burned low, casting an amber glow.

He met you at the door. No staff. No Alfred.

Just him.

In dark slacks and a navy sweater, he looked softer than he ever did in public. More dangerous in a quiet, intimate way. The kind of danger that came from someone who knew your tells.

He took your coat and offered you a glass of wine.

You were overdressed, you realized, your black satin gown clinging too tightly to your skin as you stepped into the softly lit dining room.

“You look nervous,” he said gently.

“I don’t get nervous,” you said too quickly.

He smiled. “You bite your lip when you’re not sure what to say.”

You stopped instantly, pulling your lip free.

Damn him.

Dinner passed in waves of conversation. He asked about your work, your favorite books, even your childhood memories.

It wasn’t a seduction. It was… intention.

And that scared you more.

After dessert, he invited you to his private study. The fire burned brighter there. Shelves of books lined the walls. A piano sat untouched in the corner.

He poured you both brandy. You sipped quietly.

And then he sat beside you. Not across. Not separate.

Beside you.

His arm brushed yours.

“Why do you do that?” he asked.

You blinked. “Do what?”

“Hide.”

You swallowed. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He looked at you. Not through you. At you.

“In public, you’re magnetic. You flirt. You tease. But here… now… you won’t even meet my eyes.”

You looked down. “It’s easier to be bold when no one can touch me. When no one can hurt me.”

He was quiet for a moment.

“Who hurt you?” he asked.

The question was too gentle.

“Everyone,” you whispered. “But that’s not your problem.”

He set his glass down. “I didn’t invite you here to play games.”

“I know.”

“Then stop playing.”

Your hands trembled.

He took them.

Large, warm hands that covered yours and stilled the storm.

“I like you,” he said simply. “Not the version everyone sees. You.”

You blinked back tears. “What if I’m not enough?”

His thumb brushed your knuckles. “Then I’ll stay until you believe you are.”

And you did something you never let yourself do in public.

You leaned in.

Slowly. Softly.

And kissed him.

Not like a dare. Not like a game.

But like a wish.

He kissed you back with quiet reverence, his hand cradling your jaw like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

The night unraveled from there in whispered touches and murmured laughter.

You stayed.

You stayed because for once, you weren’t pretending.

And neither was he.

The morning came soft.

You stood by the tall windows of the manor, wrapped in one of his shirts. The silk curtains fluttered as dawn crept in. You hugged yourself, uncertain.

“Planning to run?” his voice came gently from behind.

You turned. “I don’t know how to do this.”

He stepped close, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You already are.”

You looked up at him. “I’m shy, Bruce. I’ll flirt with you in front of a hundred people, but the second you get close, I forget how to breathe.”

“Good,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “Then I’ll make you forget often.”

You hid your face in his chest.

He just held you.

No expectations.

Just warmth.

You finally let yourself breathe.

You started to believe you were worth being loved back.

Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! As usual Reblogs are encouraged and appreciated! 💕

[parkjammys]

Nightwing #122 variant cover by Babs Tarr

[dxrk-red]

✦︎Dick Grayson x Reader Are You Mine?

Younger! Experienced Nightwing! x Older! Inexperienced! Reader

Your boyfriend of almost year, Dick Grayson, was the first love of your life. Unbeknownst to you, the boy was a charming flirt before you two got together. Even if you weren't his first love, did his heart cherish you as much as you cherished his?

Your one and only boyfriend, Nightwing, was a tooootalll flirt. And guess what? Everyone knew it. Why? Because he flirted with everyone. Except for you. And let me tell you, Dick had a massive crush on you for years. You made the poor thing so skittish. Adorable to see how serious he was about you. You were his senior at the GCPD, a higher-ranked officer, often coming around to speak with him and Gordon about the cases that concerned you. Oh, boy. Dick made sure that every case concerned you. "Officer [Name]! New case in today, heard even Batman couldn't solve it." "Officer! Report from Bludhaven. You might wanna check it out." "O-ffi-cerrrr, Mr. Gordon told me that we got some leads from Nightwing." With unimpressed, earnest eyes, you looked up at Grayson as he bothered you for the umpteenth time that day. "Yes, Grayson. I heard. It was helpful." That made Dick swoon over the stoic and unflattered persona of yours. Of how lusterless and baritone your voice was, the way you were so indifferent. You thought Nightwing was helpful. He even went home and rolled around in his bed for quite a while, giggling and kicking his feet, hiding his face in the pillows, which in turn, had the poor butler Alfred quite concerned. You knew where to give your fucks, and Dick wished upon a shooting star that one of your fucks would conveniently land on him. So when they did, when Dick finally mustered up the gall to ask you out, instead of dropping hints, when you said 'Yes, Grayson. I'd like to go with you, with mutual sentiments of romance,' he melted. That was the best decision he made, and so did you; he was your first love. You weren't that foolish either, to not be able to tell that Richard Grayson and Nightwing were the same person. You caught on pretty quick, but he still didn't let you into his world. Every time he let that happen, something awful would occur. He truly couldn't lose you. So he kept you away, hidden. Loved, but hidden.

Crime Case in Gotham again. A complex one- involving Penguin, Roman Sionis, Ra' Al Ghul, and, surprisingly...condiment king? Despite Bruce's protests about not letting Metas in his city, here were Kid Flash, Zatanna, Starfire, Oracle, Cyborg, and Aqualad, along with the Batfamily. To be honest, they should be more than enough, but the team wanted to hang out again, 'it's been too long,' they said. So when your department, along with the heroes, showed up at the crime site to investigate, you couldn't help but notice how flirtatious they were with Dick. Notepad and pen in hand, leading your crew, you eavesdropped on your Nightwing and his friends' conversation as they greeted him. And with your detective skills, it didn't take long for you to figure out that Dick had been with Kory, Zatanna, and Barbara before. I mean, with a ridiculously charming smile, and that...behind of his, there was no doubt that your boyfriend was named a profanity and called-

Richard, the Dick Grayson. So that evening, when you both met up like usual, you couldn't help but ask. "So...you were seeing Starfire, Zatanna, and Oracle before?" Peacefully, you questioned. "Uhhh..." Well shit? Dick really didn't know what to say here without making it sound weird. So many girls, right? Lovely. Thus, to even it out, while rubbing his nape, he added. "K.D. too. And a few more...girls. "

And Wally, too? Some more? Damn. Good to know. Raising your brows in mild astonishment, you hum, nodding your head. He spoke again.

"Not that it matters anymore, honest. I'm with you and that's...all I care about." Gently taking your hand, Dick brought it up to his lips, resting his cheek against it. Oh, so in love he looked, eyes glowing with admiration. It was...beautiful to see. But somewhere, deep down inside you, there was this awful thought that you weren't enough. As in, he'd dated so many people, he knew his way around such things. And you? You were in love for the first time. This was new to you; you were absolutely 'pure'. Would you be another brick in the wall to Dick's dating magazine? Would you even be worth comparing? You're older than him! You should know more, and this was nothing short of embarrassing. You should be making the first move and- Fuck...was this even going to go anywhere? If it couldn't work with the top Heroes, would it work with you? Eyes hesitant, yet yearning for the truth, you looked away. "Thank you, Richard." You muttered. "But I...would have appreciated it if you told me before, yes? Like I've spoken to you about my past." "There was nothing to speak about, [Name]-" "From what I heard, there was enough to speak about." There was nothing more to say. Spiralling, you decided to keep your distance from Dick for the next day. Of course, you texted daily- how could you not? Though now your replies were less enthusiastic, and Dick noticed but he decided to give you your space. Walking briskly across the GCPD hallways, making less eye contact, the case was mostly being discussed with the other officers, quick but short replies, you were in need of assurance. Dick hated it. He wanted to lie in your lap and feel your fingers thread through his hair again, so, so bad. He really wanted to bridge the gap. Ugh! He should have told you! But then, why was your screen displaying a video of Richard Grayson, shirt off, eyes lidded, swinging from a golden chandelier at a house party, drunk out of his mind on his close friends? '7 mins ago. "dickrobatics 🤸‍♂️🍻" The next picture was blurry, Dick grinning hazily, slumped on a couch next to Wally and Kory, three absolutely wasted and slumped on each other, with Jason Todd's forehead in the frame, taking a selfie with the three behind him. '7 mins ago. ''my two faves 💕'' Oh, really? Was being with you really all he cared about?

Woahoh, DC? That's new. I'll work on PART 2 if it is requested, so do let me know.

Constructive criticism is welcome with open arms, and so are requests or prompts. Hope you have a great day ahead. Thanks for reading.

-Masterlist-

[san-fics]

Batman: There are 2 types of people on my team Batman: those who can move mountains if they are given the Internet Batman: and those who can move mountains if you take the Internet away from them...

[sina-camilo]

Inspired by the strange photo below...

Jason definitely regrets some of his recent life choices.

[shyjusticewarrior]

Oh this gets Jason

[faramirsonofgondor]

in my head i like to think that when all the batboys are grow, Dick is definitely the shortest/smallest of them all. it comes with being an acrobat.

In my head Dick is also shorter than most of his family, but I don’t think he’d be super short. I usually put him at around 5’7 in my head. Jason definitely would’ve been the shortest before the pit, but now he’s huge. I hc that Tim was pretty short for a while too, but then he shot up a little bit when he was 19 and now he’s like an inch or two taller than Dick. I think Duke is also canonically like 5’9-5’10. In my head I always imagine Damian as a little 10-13 year old kid so he’s always shorter than Dick. But when he grows up he’ll definitely be taller than Dick. I also love the idea of Dick wearing pixie and/or go-go boots as a vigilante to himself a little taller. I also think that Dick would probably be more lean than most of the family because as acrobat he’s focusing more on his speed, agility, and flexibility rather than pure strength and muscle.

Also I do think whatever romantic partner he was would definitely be taller than him - whether it’s Kori, Roy, Babs, Wally, or someone else. I mostly ship Dick and Kori but I enjoy the other ships as well, but I also think of Kori as being like 6’8 or 6’9, so I like to imagine Kori just picking him up by his waist like a cat to bring him to the same height level as her.

But yes, I love the hc that Dick is short!

[alittlerightalittlewrong]

[dizzyheadspace]

that panel haunts my nightmares

[disastertwins9000]

not the bad vibes 😓

tim is so done

[vivieenee]

Flowers? In Gotham?

Jason Todd x flower shop owner

Pt. III

Warnings: small amount of violence, and a mention of y/n.

Replays of that day haunted him each night. All the screaming, all the begging and all the torture he had experience just because he wanted to be a hero. And yet, tonight was no different.

Jason woke up in a cold sweat, panting like he just ran for the marathon as he gripped his neck. Not again.... Anything but that... Please not again...

He looked around the living room trying to convince himself that he was safe. That he's no longer Robin. That he's finally free.

Once he finally let out a sigh of relief, he stood up from the couch and approached the window. The smell of smoke, the sounds of sirens, the sight of the bat signal from across the street. All felt so familiar but foreign at the same time. It was weird. Usually when he sees that beam of light shining above. His eyes would be full of adrenaline and excitement as he was finally allowed to suit up and fight side by side by him. But this time. He felt nothing. No anger, no excitement, nothing. All he did was stare silently at the city he once saw potential in.

Bang! The loud sound pulled him out of his thoughts. "Gunshot?" He asked himself. He thought about checking it out but remembered how it wasn't his problem any more. But the more he tried convincing himself on staying, the more he wanted to make sure no one was hurt.

Fuck it. He sighed as he wore his jacket and climbed out of the apartment window, using the emergency exit to get down and approached the noise.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Afraid of a little bang?" The man pinned the young lady onto the wall as his gun was pointed right at the wall as he slowly aimed it right next to the poor girl's head.

"Please... I- I don't have any money... Please... Let me go... Please..." She quietly begs as the man only spared her a wide grin.

"I don't think so, angel. If you don't have any cash then you'll have to compensate in anoth-" he was suddenly pulled by the collar and slammed right onto the hard concrete. Letting loud thud echo through the alley. Without thought, the girl took the opportunity to sprint right out of the alley.

"The hell is your problem?!" He looked up at the large figure holding him in place.

"The hell is yours? Just because this is Crime Alley, doesn't give you any fucking reason to mess around with anyone?" Jason said, as his anger slowly took over him. Leaving no room for him to think properly.

The man's demeanor shifted from anger to annoyance. He raised the gun and then,

Bang!

The sound made Jason's ear ring as the man slowly fell to the ground. A dark crimson slowly dripped down his head.

Unfortunately for creep, Jason noticed quickly and quickly grabbed the firearm, aimed them, fired.

Shit. He killed someone. He. Killed. Someone. Someone who deserves it. Someone who was good for nothing. A waste of space.

His breath quickens as he finally realizes what he's done. He should feel guilt, pity, hell even question himself. Yet, he didn't. Somehow, he felt Fulfilment. Justice. Purpose. It felt good.

Overtime, Jason's perspective on how justice is supposed to be changed. In his eyes, every criminal doesn't deserve to live. Not on his watch. But naturally, his services aren't exactly free. So, he'd blackmail a few druglords into paying him. With a fair deal of the course. 60 percent of the earnings would go to him and he'll protect them from both Batman and blackman. Slowly, Jason earned himself a new name, a name feared by every criminal in Gotham. He's known as...

"... Red hood." Y/n says as she slowly ate her breakfast. She waits for an answer but realizes Jason wasn't listening. "Hey!"

Jason was snapped out of his thoughts. "What?" He asked in a tired tone.

"Criminals are dying all over Gotham." She takes a spoonful of her breakfast. "They said it's because of some guy called Red hood." She explained.

"Well. Atleast the crime rate dropped." Jason reasoned as he took a sip of his coffee.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "That's not the point. Murder will never be the answer for justice." She explained.

Jason sighed. "So what the fuck do you want to happen? Do you want Batman to keep throwing criminals into Arkham who'll escape within a week?" He argued.

She looked at him. "What if those criminals could be helped? What if they were killed too soon? Jason. The Red Hood may lessen the crime but it's not a permanent solution-"

"So is batman's solution!" He cuts her off in a shout.

She was quiet for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Answer this." She paused. "What does justice mean to you?"

A/n: im sorry if it's messy, I'm having trouble with organizing my thoughts. I'm also having second thoughts if I should continue this or leave it unfinished so let me know if I should continue or not.

Dividers by: @enchanthings and @haecunt

[san-fics]

Tim: Sometimes I'm so immersed in the details of the case I'm leading that I can be completely inattentive in everyday life. Tim: Today I went to the store, and there was no butter on the shelves! Can you believe it? There simply wasn't any! Tim: I ask the saleswoman when the butter will be available, and she says, "Get the f**k out of here, this is a furniture store! You already pissed us off with the eggs last year!"

[gio69-ao3]

Help me find this fanfiction!

It was a long fanfic, I think it had about 18 chapters at the time. In this fanfiction, Bruce already had all the Batkids adopted or nearby, and Damian was a baby, as far as I remember. The Justice League didn't know his secret identity, and they even make some jokes about him not having anyone waiting for him at home. I remember that in one chapter, the Batkids go to a swimming lesson, and it's all very cute.

The fanfiction was part of a series, and in another part, Bruce ends up asking Diana for help to prevent Jason's death and ends up talking to a God? I really don't remember exactly, but I loved this fanfiction and would love to reread it.

Thx for the atention✨

[shyjusticewarrior]

Signal Incorrect Quotes Pt 30

Cass: Is this whiskey or perfume?

Duke: *drinks entire bottle*

Duke: It's perfume.

Duke: My next hear me out is the color vantablack. It's the darkest black there is.

Duke: I also heard someone tried to copyright this color. You know who copyrights colors? Nerds. Fight the power.