#batfam age reverse

[morgansunflower]

Solace

Age reverse! Damian Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst, and grief

Words:1445

Arthur's notes! Age reverse au. Damian(24), Stephanie(17), Duke(16), Tim(15),  Jason(12), Cassandra(11), Grayson(10)

Damian grieves as he remembers his parents deaths but finds comfort in his family

Damian was dressed in his winter attire as it was snowing outside. He could not seem to shake away the unpredictable grief that shook him.

He walks down the stairs steps one by one. He curses himself for being detected, as he hears his son running to him from the steps from above him.

He was frustrated not because he did not wish to see him, but he did not wish to cause him worry. Dick had a unique skill that he shared with his adopted mother and with Alfred, of always knowing when Damian was struggling. Wether it be his tone that he tried to keep steady or his eyes that he tried to keep still. The saddened dark knight didn't know how they could see through him.

"hey Dami!"

"Grayson" he greeted

"where are you going?! Do you want to have a snowball fight with me outside?!" Dick pleads with slur from having lost his tooth just the other day

"perhaps another time I'm going for a small walk" Damian said smiling softly to his little boy "I'll be back shortly"

"OK" Dick said watching him walk to the door and leave... Something was definitely bothering him.

Grayson walked to find his mom. He sees his parents bedroom door shut. He gently knocked.

"come in" she answered

Dick opens the door to see his mom brushing her hair. Y/N smiled to her son.

"hey kiddo, how are you?" she kindly asked

"hey Mom. I'm fine.."

"just fine what's bothering you?"

"why... Why is Dami upset?"

Her heart falls to see the overwhelming amount of worry on her son's shoulders "ohh sweetheart, do you remember him telling you about his parents?" Dick nodded "well, when you miss the people you lost, sometimes you need time to let yourself grieve for a little while.. He'll be OK"

"ohh I wish I could make him not feel sad" he sadly said

She holds his face in her hands "oh sweetie you do. You make Damian very happy" she hugs him kissing his head "all of you do"

He hugged her tightly and looks up to her with a wide smile "can I make him cookies?! Cookies make me feel better!" he excitedly asked

She chuckled warmed by her son's sweet nature "of course"

Y/N tied a bow on her apron. Alfred was currently making dinner while Y/N and Dick made cookies.

"smells good in here, what are you guys doing?" Jason asked walking into the room

"hey sweetie!" his mother greeted to which her son smiled

"we're making cookies! You want to help!" Dick asked his big brother

"sure" he shrugged

"Damian go for a walk?" he mumbled to his mother

She nodded to Jason as he cut the cookie with the cookie cutter. Whenever Damian struggled with anything... Damian would draw for a while and if that didn't work he would leave for a walk outside to try to clear his mind.

He watches to see Dick is preoccupied helping Alfred stir the soup.. He didn't want to ask or even say anything.... He looks at Y/N stirring more cookie batter.

"is it something I did?" Jason asked worried something from his past arguments with Damian was causing him turmoil.

"oh Jason he's not upset with you or anyone.. Damian is just struggling right now. Like we all do sometimes"

Jason nodded trying to convince himself what she said was true. Y/N didn't want to overwhlem her son with affection, so instead of a hug. She gave him a gentle rub on his back. Jason tilted his head on her arm.

"I know you're worried about him but he's going to be OK"

"I know"

"AWW IT SMELLS AMAZING IN HERE!!" Steph announced walking in as she breathes in the sweet smell

"come make cookies with us!" Dick said happily

"you can help however you'd like to" Y/N said wide smiled as her daughter hugged her arm

"sounds like fun to me and you simply cannot have fun without the queen of fun" Steph said now tickling the side of Grayson's neck as the little boy laughs

As Y/N rolled out the dough she hears her phone chime from a text message.

"don't mind checking. It's me in the family group chat telling everyone to come help make cookies"

"I guess I'm making more dough" Y/N chuckled

"YAYYY!!" Dick said

Little Cass held onto Duke as he carried her on his back into the kitchen. Y/N was mixing the batter as she smiled seeing the kind pair of smiles. Duke gently put down his little sister as they were greeted.

"hey guys glad you came!" she greeted

"are you kidding? Steph would have drug me here by collar had I not come"

"oh I definitely would!" Stephanie agreed

"I can help you stir Mom" Cass offered

"I'd love your help" she smiled to her daughter

Tim walked in overwhlemed by the amount of chaos, but it wouldn't be home if there wasn't a little bit of craziness going on.

As the day went on into evening. Damian steps to the manor knowing dinner would be ready in just a few minutes. Though deep down he was missing his family.

The dark knight was curious hearing joyous laughter in the kitchen of all places. He stepped in seeing the ingredients for cookies scattered, everywhere. There were dozens and dozens of assorted cookies being made.

They each saw their adopted father and became quiet. Damian softly smiled to his loved ones

"is there enough for me?" he asked

Laughter was among them each as there was far too many cookies but the family were enjoying themselves too much. Which would involve a trip to Gotham's homeless shelter to donate.

Y/N takes off her apron and walks to give her husband a sweet kiss.

Damian wraps his arms around her waist as she lifts her own around his neck. He gave her a tender but soft kiss as unfortunately eyes were among them.

As everyone was sitting in the dining room enjoying dinner. Damian was holding his wife's hand.. He looks at her realizing yet again how much he loves her and his family.... Finally they were done with dinner. The sun was setting.

"your excused I'll shall be down momentarily"

All the children excluding Duke quickly got up

"you crazy night patrollers have fun" Duke said and yawns "I'm winding down for the night"

"your're just jealous because patrolling in the dark makes us more scary" Dick said

"oh it certainly makes you more frightening that's for sure" Duke chuckled

As the couple were alone Damian kisses her with the passion he had carved to since he had kissed her prior.

"I'm glad you're doing better" she smiled holding his face in her hands

He takes her hand to kiss her palm "even in my moments of grief.. You, and our family give me the solace I yearn for"

Much later that night Batman gently rubbed Robin's head as the young child was asleep in his bed. Damian laid the blanket on him and leaves his son's room.

He knew Steph would fall asleep the instant she laid on her bed. Duke would be awake in just a few hours. Cass was a light sleeper but as soon as she was comfortable, she would be asleep. Tim however... Damian steps to his room to hear typing on a laptop....

"lights out Drake!" Damian told Tim through the door

"5 more minutes!" he pleads

"don't push me. You'll thank me for getting a good nights rest and not falling face first into your bowl of cereal"

"that only happened like three times!"

"once is one too many, bed Drake or I'm putting on a, pass code that I know you wouldn't be able to crack"

"FINE"

Jason usually slept well unless he was upset.. Or reading. Damian steps to his room. He slowly pushed the door open.

He sees Jason sleeping while sitting with his knees up against his chest, on the chair with his book in hand.

Damian takes the book putting it on his bookshelf. He lifts the little boy into his arms.

Jason started to awaken, by the contact but kept his eyes closed. He didn't panic as he recognized the feeling of the arms that held him with care. He feels safe....

Damian moved the covers and laid Jason on the bed. He lays the covers on him but not too close to his neck as Jason was claustrophobic.

Damian kissed his son's forehead. He was surprised as his little arms wrap around his neck.

Requested taglist@too-strong-to-losee @asrainterstellar

[sheiyavlad]

Age reversal pt. 5

Last but not least ✨Tim✨

It was kinda hard to imagine scenarios for him since that age doesn't offer much change from the status quo but i think it turned out super cute in the end! What do u guys think?

Dick Grayson - Conner Kent - Jason Todd - Kara Danvers

[hellofriendhawke]

Reverse Robins // Damian, Jason, and Dick at least

[robintherobiner]

Batfams reaction to Tim coming out in my Reverse Robins AU:

Alfred: "Jolly good, dear boy. Next time you wish to tell me something, please simply knock on the door instead of hiding in my rose bushes."

Bruce: "Thats great. Would you like the list of queer spaces and groups I made for you? Yes I already knew you were bisexual, when you had a concussion you once told me you liked watching Looney Tunes: Back In Action because the main actors were both hot."

Damian: "Okay. I quite literally do not care who you date." *side-eye from Jon* "I mean, thank you for sharing this information, I am very happy for you."

Duke: "Cool, glad you figured that out, dude!"

Steph: "Saaaaame. You're still gonna die alone though. DON'T THROW THAT BOOK AT ME BITCH I'LL KICK YOUR BONEY ASS-"

Jason: "Why are you telling me this, I literally saw you kiss Bernard last week. Yeah I lied when I said I was watching TV. Congrats though, double chance to be rejected!"

Cass: "I know."

Dick: "Hi Bisexual, I'm Dick. WAIT DON'T LEAVE I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO ASK! ... Why do you dress so bad if you've been in the closet so long?"

Barbara: "I'm happy for you and Bernard. Yeah. I hacked into your apartment cameras. Sorry. Not to you, I'm sorry for my eyes, I had to clean them with bleach."

[jakascoo]

Dick: Hey, it’s your turn to wash the dishes. Damian: I’ll wash the walls red with your blood. Dick: Okay, but before that, wash the dishes. Also, use soap this time.

[riverside--wren]

I just had an idea for a batman au permutation

Reverse robins au where their current physical ages are reversed, but the order they were born is NOT reversed

So like Jason still dies and comes back (could still be for Robin reasons or could be for Crime Alley reasons) except he’s been dead for four years, and everyone else has aged in that time while he has’t aged a day.

Dick gets taken by the court of owls and becomes immortal unaging prepubescent child until the Batfam rescue him find a way to make him age normally again so he is not permanently stuck being babey.

Damian was a test tube baby like some versions of canon, except the assassins really didn’t want to deal with a small child, so they just kept the accelerated aging on until they could plop out a newly formed 12 year old infant.

Tim.

So Dami would look 24 but only have the lived experience of 12 of those years

Tim would be 17

Jason would be 15 in both looks and mind, but be born 19 years ago

Dick would have been born 24 years ago and have up to that many years of memory (depending on how long the Court kept him comatose), but permanently has the appearance, mindset, and undeveloped brain of a 12 year old.

[trust-and-jump]

You know, the most funny thing for me about my Reverse Robins AU is that half of Bruce's children are raised by al Ghuls lol. Damian (obviously why), Tim (after ressurection was raised by Ra's al Ghul), Jason (after ressurection was raised by Talia al Ghul). Like they are collecting birdies. HA, BIRDS, YOU GET IT? sorry. Lol.

Bruce: *turning around in the mall, panicking* WHERE ARE THEY, THEY WERE RIGHT BEHIND ME—

Talia: this one's my now. Dad, can I keep him?

Ra's: if you can't watch them properly it's your own fault, and I'll take this one, thank you.

[puppiesandnightlock]

Link: A Robin’s Song Chpt Six

Two months ago

“I’m moving.”

The words shot through him like a bullet to the heart, leaving him stumbling back. All their after high school plans, their college coordination, everything that had gone unsaid that would now never be. 

He made a choked noise and dove for him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Jon gripped him like a lifeline, shaking.

“Gonna miss you…so much.” he sniffled, feeling the hot tears gather where Damian was hiding his face.

“Don’t say that, please don’t say that…” Damian’s voice was muffled, hands bunched in Jon's shirt.

His world was breaking, his everything was gone. Jon was being ripped away from him despite his best efforts. He was desperate, clinging to his friend as if any second he would disappear.

“Thank you for being here with me, through everything.” His voice cracked and he curled in on the smaller boy, tears dotting their clothes. 

“You’re moving, not dying, idiot.” Damian muttered, eliciting a broken little laugh from the other boy.

“I know. Just…promise me. Promise me we’ll still be friends.” He held out his pinkie like they would do as children.

“I’ve been invested into this friendship for too many years to let it go out now.” Damian felt a pang in his chest, and an odd feeling of dread as they shook their linked fingers.

They wouldn’t know how quick the years’ bond could come crashing down, memories aflame.

Jon leaned back, pulling the shorter boy to his chest in a cuddling position. Damian’s cheeks flushed, and he blamed it on the tears, ignoring the flutters in his stomach. This was a moment for them, a moment to soak up every last memory that they could make in the time left. 

If he had looked up, just for a moment, he would have seen the rush of emotions on the other boy’s face, and the conflicting pink to his cheeks.

One day ago

“Two tickets for the 5:30 showing, please!” Damian snatched up the tickets, bouncing on his toes as he waited outside the theater. 

The girl manning the booth grinned at him, saying teasingly. “Got a date?”

He flushed, before waving his hands in the air. “N-No, he’s my best friend.”

“Sureee.” She waved him in. “Hope you enjoy it.”

He waited awhile, the clock ticking further and further towards the time of the start. He pulled out his phone, texting him again, deciding he might as well get concessions. 

Fifteen more minutes passed and he was on the edge of a seat facing the entrance and ticket booth, eating the popcorn.

There was no sign of him and Damian was starting to worry. This had been planned for months, and Jon had promised he’d be there. 

He called him once the movie started, still outside. It rang and rang, ultimately going to voicemail.

“Jon, you’re late, are you okay? Don’t tell me you forgot, we’ve been planning this for months!” 

“J, this is really messed up.”

“I’m not watching this movie without you and you know it.”

“Jonathan Samuel Kent-Lane, answer your goddamn phone!” 

Thirty minutes of calling once the movie was well underway, and he was still alone, the phone ringing and ringing, slushies melted and popcorn cold. 

The sympathetic looks were painful and the moment his phone buzzed, he jolted, clicking on it. 

A notification from Haisley’s instagram tagging Jon lit it up and he clicked on it nearly crushing his phone in the overload of feelings, looking at the high-quality picture of the two of them in the park, Jon flushed pink as Haisley kissed his cheek.

His jaw clenched and with shaking hands he pressed the call button again, waiting for the voicemail.

“You DITCHED ME for your GIRLFRIEND?” His voice was wrecked, an example of himself in the moment.

“Screw you, honestly. I can’t believe you, you said this was important to you and that you’d tell her and she’d understand!”

He screeched into his hands as the voice limit cut off, not caring that he was in public and getting several concerned glances. 

Damian pocketed his phone and began picking up, tossing the empty stuff into a trash can and taking the rest home. At least his siblings could enjoy them. 

“Hey, kid!” The booth manager beckoned him over and curiously, he went. “That was a shitty thing your boy did. Take this, and bring him back when he comes to his senses.” 

It was a voucher for two and he smiled a bit, thanking her for her kindness. She waved to him and he made the walk back home, tired and emotionally drained..

The heartache blossomed in his chest, the lull of the painful longing swirling together and coming out as something so hideous that he was ashamed of himself for feeling it.

                                                   Present Day

“Damian?” Tim prodded at his brother. “Damian, get up, you slept through the alarm.”

“Mmpf.” He mumbled, blearily rubbing at his eyes. Tim still had his bedhead and Duke was still searching for his hoodie, so he hadn’t missed much. 

Zombie-like, he stepped out of bed and dressed, slipping on his shoes and leaving the bedroom in search of the rest of his siblings.

His father was in the kitchen, still in his PJs, and when asked why, he responded that Dick had woken with a fever and was going to stay home.

The rest of the morning went by as usual, and despite the sick feeling at the bottom of his stomach, he shoveled breakfast into his mouth and walked the rest of the way to school.

Duke avoided conversation, opting to stay silent but presenting a comforting air that made Damian’s fists clench.

His first few classes of the day were spent avoiding Jon in the hallways, ducking his head if he noticed the blue eyes sweeping the long rooms for him.

He heard his name called a few times but brushed by, pretending he had not heard anything. It was petty, but he felt it was well deserved. 

The bell rang for lunch and he slunk out of the room, dread coiling in the bottom of his stomach. 

Just get your lunch, and go to the library. Damian chanted in his head, trying to evade the worst of the line and Jon’s eyes

He was nearly out when a hand clamped down on his shoulder, causing him to twist into a defensive stance and swing, narrowly avoiding Jon’s nose.

“Whoa, whoa, D, it’s just me!” he yelped, ducking.

“Sorry.” He said, avoiding his gaze. “You scared me.

Jon crossed his arms, waiting for him to look up. “Dames, you’ve been avoiding me all day. What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

Yes.

“No.” Damian grit out.  Clutching his tray harder, he tried to walk past him, what little appetite he had gone.

“Then what is it?” He scowled, blocking the shorter boy’s way, the tray spilling its contents on the floor.

“Oh my gosh, i’m sorry-”

“Don’t.” Damian hissed. His self-restraint had been chipping away the last few months, the heartbreak and the longing and the anger swirling together and spitting filth at the one who was rooted in the cause.

Although, deep down, he knew it was really himself who was to blame.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t apologize for things you don’t mean.” Jon’s face twisted into an unreadable expression, grasping that they were no longer talking about the fallen lunch.

“Dames, what’s going on with you?”

His fists curled at his sides and he looked up at him. “Jon, do you know what yesterday was?”

“N-no..” He pulled out his phone to check, clicking in his messages and visibly falling as he realized everything going on.

“I’m so sorry, Dami, i didn’t mean to-”

His nails dug into the soft skin of his palms as his eyes itched. “You went out with Haisley yesterday, knowing that it was the day we were supposed to watch our movie.”

Jon huffed. “That’s not fair, Damian, I forgot! My phone was at home, and you know that I have to spend as much time with her as possible now so that we can stay together when I move.”

His eyes watered at the implication but he blinked them back and held his stance.

“You told me, months ago when we planned this, that she’d understand. Why is it, that this girl you’ve been dating for a max of six months, who you don’t even like , is more important then someone who’s been with you your whole fucking life?”

The taller boy scowled, eyes reflecting hurt. 

“Shut up, you don’t know how I feel, and you don’t get to tell me who I can and can't hang out with. Are you jealous? Is that what’s happening right now? Because that sure sounds like it. You don’t like that I'm with someone else who’s not you, and that’s why you’ve been like this since Haisley. That’s real fucking selfish.”

Right on the money, but not in the way you think.

The rare curse from the boy made the quip die on the tip of his tongue, only further solidifying what they knew.

Everything, the years and memories and the hidden feelings had been lit aflame and would soon be crumbling to ashes over the simplicity of something missed.

There was more to this than either of them would dare to admit, and this would be the downfall to haunt them for the rest of their lives.

They stopped, watching each other. Damian’s anger and hurt were spilled on his face and mannerisms, curled in on himself but still rigid in a defensive position. 

Everything about Jon screamed defensive, from the way he was standing to the expression on his face, eyes guarded but still watching.

Tearful eyes stared down, circling each other while staying in the same spot.

“I was your best friend.” Damian spoke into the tense silence. “I gave you everything I had. I let you vent and offered advice and gave up the things that would have brought me nothing but joy because I wanted you to stay happy and stay with me .”

“I don’t care that you have someone, that you have other friends than me, or we would have been done a long time ago. I can’t….”

He inhaled shakily, heart wrenching out of his chest with the way Jon’s eyes overflowed, his own voices dangerously close to wobbling.

“I can’t do this anymore. This isn't an ultimatum, because I'd never make you choose. But I don't think that I can keep playing second fiddle and being ditched left and right because your priorities switch in a bat of an eyelash.”

His eyes shut as the pain-stricken voice he loved rang in his ears. “The ice cream and the songs and the jackets and nights out on your porch just all mean nothing to you?” 

“They mean everything to me.” Damian’s voice broke, hot tears burning his eyes. “And I will never be able to let them go…never be able to let you go, no matter how hard I try.”

“Then don’t let me go.” Jon pleaded pitifully.

“I have to. I have to for my own sanity, and for you, because you need to l et go. Let go of me, and this place, because you’re going to do amazing things, Jonathan Kent. You’ll move, and you’ll forget, i swear you will-”

“I won’t.” He sobbed. “I will never forget you, and I'll stay here and we’ll make up, and everything will be fine-”

“YOU WILL!” Damian screamed. “I’m replaceable, forgettable, and this only proves it. I’m leaving, even if it's just for now.”

“Damian, please��-” 

He couldn’t hear the rest of the plea, whipping around and letting his feet take him somewhere far away, out of the halls and the schoolyard and down the streets until he wound up at his door, stumbling through with barely contained wail.

His father stood from where he was sitting on the old chair in the living room and rushed to pick him up. 

“Damian, Damian, are you okay? Can you hear me?” 

He choked on a sob and buried his face in his father’s chest. Bruce scooped him up and held him like he were five instead of the nearly eighteen.

When he was calmed enough, he began talking, wobbling through the events of the past few months, allowing himself to be rocked gently and held.

“I left school…I’m sorry.” He rubbed his eyes nearing the end of the story.

“I’m sorry, Dami, so sorry this is happening. It’s fine, I'll call you in, and you can stay home tomorrow too, if you want.”

He sniffled and nodded, sliding out of his father’s grasp but leaning against him on the couch.

A black-haired head bobbed up and into the living room, clutching a blanket. Dick’s nose was red and his eyes were puffy, and out of it enough to not question his elder brother’s appearance at home instead of school. He climbed between them and fell back asleep, warm from the fever.

The heat, no matter how worrying, was controlled enough that Damian’s eyes began to flutter shut as well.

He woke to a door slamming shut and sobs coming from whoever had just entered. The couch was empty, Dick back in his bed and his father in the doorway.

Looking around, he saw Tim in his father’s hold, crying. “I-I knew they were going, b-but it’s too s-oon, I d-don’t want h-im to l-leave-”

“Tim?’ Damian got up and went to the other side of the couch. 

“D-Dami,” He hiccuped. “It-s next w-eek-”

The words sunk in and the world around him crumpled. Rushing blood pounded in his ears, his breathing erratic.

No, no, no, no, please please please don’t let him leave me, he can’t leave with things like this between us still-

“Dami? Dames?”

Please. Please not like this-

“Damian? Damian, can you hear me?’

Oh, God-

The world spun, the tears he didn’t realize were running down his face, the sobs sucking the air from his chest. 

“Damian, breathe with me, okay?”

His emotions were consuming him whole, swirling around him as his surroundings blurred and he tasted the bile rising at the back of his throat. He clamped a hand over his mouth, barely reaching the trash can before his stomach lurched, emptying its contents.

He fell on his knees, the vile taste in his mouth the last thing he remembered before the world went dark.

Damian woke up a few hours later in his bed, Tim curled into his side. A disgusting taste was left in his mouth and he slid out from under Tim, slowly and painstakingly trying to avoid waking him. 

He made his way to the restroom and rinsed out his mouth, brushing his teeth twice to rid himself of the taste. He padded into the kitchen, the smell of cooking food making him nauseous.

“Hey Dames. Tim still asleep?” Duke’s voice came from behind him, his brother sitting on the table with a stack of homework. 

“Yeah.” He slid next to him, despite the angry rumbles of his stomach.

Duke ran a hand through his own hair, offering a tired smile. “You want something? Some ginger ale, toast? A hug?”

Damian shook his head. “I’m thinking I'll go back to bed.”

“Okay.” He leaned over and gave him a quick side hug in thanks before making his way back to the room.

Tim was slightly awake now, curling back into Damian as he laid back down.

“I think I loved him.” Tim whispered, eyes shimmering. “In some way. Platonic or other, but I know I did.”

“I know, Tim.” He inhaled shakily, tears burning his eyes. “I did too.”

“We’re all like birds, you know? A flock, and when some try to fly away with the others, most end up staying anyway.”

Damian buried his nose in Tim’s soft waves, humming softly. “I suppose so.”

The imagery stayed with him the rest of that day, and the next until words pieced themselves together and by the weekend, he had a whole new song. This one, titled Two Birds, would be the most painful for him yet.

He refused to open his phone at all, terrified of missed messages and calls from a certain someone. He wanted to leave it and pretend none of it had ever happened, but that would be impossible. The small flicker of hope telling him to fix what they had left before Jon left was small yet persistent. 

He was unprepared to let go, not ready to lose the steady constant in his life. For the thousandth time, he cursed his feelings, screaming, begging, for the past to be changed and to feel these things for someone else.

When he finally went back to school, he avoided everyone he knew at all costs, hearing his new song coming from more than one direction.

The time dragged on, but was simultaneously too fast. Too much time staring in his direction, too little time to say what he truly wanted to.

School ended much too soon, for that day. He dragged himself home, knowing that up the road was a big white truck, taking one half of his childhood with him.

“Damian?” Tim’s voice was small, having just come from the Kents with Bart and Cassie to give Kon their goodbyes.

“They…they’re still there, for now. If you wanted to…?"

In a fit of courage, he nodded, picking himself up from the couch and slipping on his shoes. The closer he got, the more desperate he got as well, pushing himself farther, too far. He paused, panting, before turning on his phone for the first time in a week and calling Jon's number. 

The phone went straight to voicemail, no matter how many times he called. He picked up speed again and realized with painful horror, that his number had been blocked.

Please, please, please-

He was almost there.

So

Close…

Damian saw the cars pulling out of the driveway and with his last bit of strength he chased after, dropping onto the pavement as they exceeded his limit, away from the house, way from the block.

Away from him.

And they would not be coming back.

Two birds on a wire

One tries to fly away and the other

[strawberrylet]

But since we're all gonna die, there's one more secret I feel I have to share with you. I do not care for reverse!robins/batkids age reversal

[msfcatlover]

Me, finally outlining the timeline of my Reverse Robins AU, calculating purely by relative ages and when I want major events to happen, only to math my way backwards and find every single one of these fuckers (up until Dick at least) became a vigilante at age 14:

[morgansunflower]

I Keep My Promises

Batman! Damian Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst, and grief

Words:1354

Arthur's notes! Age reverse au. Damian(24), Stephanie(17), Duke(16), Tim(15), Jason(12), Cassandra(11) Grayson(10)...

Similar to dark knights of steel but not in medieval times. The El's all survived the end of their planet. Bruce Wayne's biological father is Jor-El.. Major angst as Talia, Bruce, Jor-El, Lara, Thomas and Martha are all deceased.

Damian asks his uncle to help him protect Gotham and his children. So he, can help Y/N recover from the worsening fear toxin that had inflicted her.

Even though her ill state made her feel weak. Y/N continues onto her nightly routine of checking on the family to ensure their safety and because she truly missed them.

She began doing this. After that terrible night Jason returned in a near deathly state. Though also she had been in a very distraught place after Scare-Crows fear toxin.. She was to put it simply still recovering.

Like a silent cat she checked on Grayson. The little boy was snoring clinging to his little stuffed elephant. They had gotten it for him for Christmas. She softly smiled at how cute he looked.

She continued on, she saw Alfred laying sound asleep on his bed.. Good. The kind old man needs his rest..

She departs for Jason's room finding her son on his bed asleep with his finger in between the pages of his favorite book. She takes the book putting in the bookmark and places it on his nightstand.

She went to Tim's room his laptop on as he laid in bed asleep. She rolled her eyes. She steps to turn off the laptop and places it on his desk..

She then checked on Stephanie as she was clinging to her purple blanket sleeping heavily. She moved the covers to cover her little feet.

She steps as quietly as she can stepping to Cassandra's room. She sees her daughter laying completely still as she was asleep.

She departs to Duke's room. He was sound asleep. She knew he would be up soon and off to patrol.

Just then her headache appears again. So she, left him so he could sleep for the remainder of the time he desires. Hoping he didn't hear her.

Duke wakes hearing a soft shivering. He opens his bedroom door not seeing anyone in his presence. He uses his powers to look in the past few moments. Duke sighed heartbroken for his, adopted mother. He reaches for his phone calling his adopted dad. Damian answered the phone while in the Bat-cave.

"Y/N needs you"

Y/N sits on the seat of the toilet with a cold dampen cloth to wash away her feverish sweat. In hopes it would also cool down her body's rising temperature as well. She, wanted to takes a shower but was afraid she might trip and fall.

As much as she fights it, she can't.. Her mind keeps going to Slade's sword impaling through her husband's chest. Though it wasn't real. It wasn't real. It was not REAL. Her husband is OK, her babies are OK and Alfred's OK. She began to shake in her throat unable to convince herself with her own thoughts.

She yelps loudly seeing a figure touch her hands. She takes a deep breath in and out forcing herself to calm down.

"I did not mean to startle you my love" he placed his knuckles on her face that felt a concerning amount of warmth against his skin "your sickness is worsening" he sympathized

He reaches to her letting her body rest against his own. While supporting her. Damian carefully takes the cloth and cleans the remaining sweat. She instinctively leans into him feeling vulnerable knowing she is truly safe.

He kisses her head as she leans even more into him "I'm here.. I'm right here"

He leans, slightly away. She gripped his arms. She couldn't be away from him. She was scared. Her pleading eyes touch his heart breaking it for he was truly worried for her.

"don't be afraid Beloved. I'm not leaving. I'm only starting a, shower for us" he promised her

She let's go nodding as she trust him to take care of her. After their shower Damian carried her into their bedroom.

Damian dresses her in her most comfortable clothes and then dresses himself. She laid in the bed as her husband placed a cold dampen cloth on her forehead. Her fever continues to calm down and raise throughout the night.

He had long ago given her medicine to help with her fever but to her his hands relieved more pain than anything else ever could.

"I.. Love.." she shivered as her voice shook

He kindly smiled and kisses her lips softly "I love you too"

As her eyes close and she began to fade into slumber.. He closed his eyes and rest his hand on his face. His guilt festered into anger and settled in like a infected wound on his heart. Damian felt it was his fault she was hurting and with that he neglected to realize how much pain she is in.

He can't leave her.....

Damian stepped out to the balcony reaching for his phone. Damian knew he could trust him. He calls him, while looking at his sleeping wife...

Damian listened to her heartbeat, a trait given by his Kryptonite biology from his father. Although he did not have all the abilities from his paternal grandfather. He could hear from great distances, run at great speeds and his strength was close to uncle's.

"Damian are you ok?" the man of steel asked slightly concerned in his tone

It was not common for Damian to call him. So naturally he was feeling genuinely worried for his deceased brother's son.. As he knew like his father Damian was not one to call out of blue.

"I'm fine Uncle.. It.. It is regarding Y/N"

"I heard she has been sick. Is she getting worse? Or did you catch it? I can be over to assist in anyway Dami" Clark offered

"it's not contagious. She breathed in Scarecrows fear toxin. She is not recovering as quickly with the antidote. Do to the toxins have been modified and for such reason it has prolonged her recovery... Gotham needs protection and I cannot lay the full burden of Gotham onto my children..."

"I understand. I'll be there to make sure Gotham and your family remain safe. Before I let you go.. I know you are your father's son.. Don't continue blaming yourself for her suffering. You are a good father and husband Damian"

"I.. " he wanted to say thank you but it felt too deep to speak further.

"I know kid. I know.." he repeated solemnly remembering his brother who was so much like his nephew.

He hoped he was saying all the right things to his nephew. He still remembered Bruce's last request that he look after his little boy. Clark promised his brother and tried to be there for Damian ever since.

The Dark Knight returned to his bed with his spouse. Damian closes his eyes trying to calm down his deepening worry as he focused on her heartbeat that was like a, soothing melody.

That following night did not bring comfort as unfortunately. Y/N's fever begins to fester yet again.

So again Damian stands beside the bed. His hands hold a dampen cloth soothing all across her body. Finally the her fever calmed down. As he finished soothing her, he tossed the cloth into the laundry hamper. He takes his hands and massages all her aches and pains from the toxins angering her nerves.

The door began knocking. Damian listened hearing all his children's heartbeats. His hands hold her face as he smiled softly and kisses her.

"your children miss you. If you need more rest before you see them, it's OK. I can tell them to give you--" she grips his arm

"nooo.." she takes a deep breath "I need to see them.. Please"

Damian lays the blanket back on her "come in" Damian announces to them

Stephanie slowly opened the door forcing a smile to hide her worry. Jason softly gasped at the state of his mother and tightly closed his eyes. Tim distracted his worries and comforted Dick who was nearly in tears. Steph begins rubbing Jason's back as the young boy's throat shakes. Cass hugged Duke's arm tightly to not only feel comfort as she was truly worried but to comfort her big brother.

"she'll be OK" Damian encouraged "come kiss your mother goodnight. So she's not worrying about you as she tries to sleep" Damian said.

[sheiyavlad]

Haven't posted in a minute. First had no inspiration, then got really sick and now my i have to go to the hospital soonish :|

art will slow down even more, sorry for that.

Anyway! Here is baby jason as an angry little brother for damian. He turned out so cute omg.

Dick Grayson - Conner Kent - Kara Danvers - Tim Drake

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 48 minutes, 47 seconds

Original Work: the care and keeping of your baby talon by quandaries_and_contradictions

Batfam: Age Reversed Robins | Rating: General Audiences

Summary: 

Bruce has not had a moment of peace and quiet since he brought home the boy who tried to steal his tires, his sons came in with a talon trailing after them, and the neighbor kid invited himself to the manor. So he is more than a little annoyed when his eldest barges into his office “Yes?” he asks. “You need to come downstairs,” Damian says. “It’s the talon.” In which everyone is more than a little cautious about the talon Duke brought home. Featuring chandelier swinging, Secret Garden reading, ill-advised sleuthing, and more.

Notes: all chapters (1-7) are in one audio file! each chapter is a different character POV. this is the 1st in the series not written by hoebiwan and I am so grateful that the author gave me the okay to record their works so I can complete all of it!

Part 3 of [podfics of] birds and brothers and other assorted synonyms

alternate cover that matches the two preceding fics under the cut:

[fishfrommars]

What happens after Dick dies in this AU?

Immediate aftermath: Dami has a downward spiral. And Batman...realizing he can't take care of him as the Bat, takes care of him as his father instead.

Batman: Shadow. Whose blood is that?

Shadow: what does it matter? They're not dead.

Batman: yet. Shadow. How long will it be? Before you go back to the old way of doing things? Before you let your anger consume you again? Not very much longer I'm guessing.

Shadow: ...

Bruce: Damian

Shadow: (drops katana)

Bruce: I've got you, kiddo.

[coloredsnowo]

okay but the reversed ages au is actually . so important to me. dick gets the support he needed when his parents died, he gets the supportive ans tender father bruce became after years of fatherhood. he gets siblings who know what hes going thru and love him :(

[mascotdang]

Hey guys! I'm new:)

I'm a new reader of DC comic, so I haven't been finished all of them yet. If I make mistakes, pls forgive me.

Btw, I like Batfam, so:)