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#bruce ofc babies them as well after dick and damian call him out on it. they get baby jason is the most adorable thing on earth
bruciemilf · 1 year
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Having so many de aged! Jason feelings. I might just burst.
Dick and Tim theorize on how a small, happy little baby winded up in Jason's apartment. It's no secret their brother, a wall of bulk with a tender core, houses the homeless sometimes.
Maybe the baby is someone's? But if so, why was he alone? Jason isn't exactly famous for his unquestionable wisdom, but he's too caring to leave a defenceless infant by himself.
More importantly, why is this baby rolling on his tummy on a familiar brown jacket, evidently craving to be picked up?
"Can you take him? I'm not..." Tim's not good with kids; It's a running joke among them. Even If there's nothing comical about this.
Dick nods. His pride does swell when the baby giggles and coos.
"He has good taste."
" Okay, Narcissus. Let's take him home before your head pops,'' was Tim just a tiny bit jealous this little chubby cheeked thing was snuggling close to Dick, while downright glowering at him?
Maybe. A little. But babies were glorified chunks of meat, shaped just enough like a human to be considered cute. What did they know?
So they get home. It's a pleasant rarity, but they're all in one place.
All except Bruce, of course. Too busy bleeding on the streets to spend any time with them, Dick huffs,
Poor Damian is trying to jump and leap amongst them giants, struggling to take a peek at their young guest, " Grayson! I want the baby!"
" He's not a toy, Dami," they all share a silent look, clearly thinking the same thing. He got it from Bruce,
"What does it do?"
" He's a baby, Steph. He's not even aware he exists!"
" God I wish that were me,"
Duke looks at Babybird, as Dick affectionately took to calling him, with a strange, quizzical look, " He looks familiar. You said you found him at Jay's?"
" Yeah, but I'm taking him to a firestation. I just had to show B. You know he likes volunteering at daycares. Maybe he'll recognize him."
" Recognize who?"
Babybird was chewing on his own foot when the elevator doors slid open. Cass wasn't a wordsmith.
She read movements and actions as one listens to music.
Every member of her beloved family was a song of their own; Dick was motivational and calming.
Stephanie was packed with action, brimming with electrifying energy that just made you want to jump.
Tim was clean and precise with accents of pop. Duke was light and happy and silently confident. Damian was angry, and passionate and brave.
Bruce was powerful, sad, and perfectly tragic.
But when Babybird shrieked, yelled out in happiness and excitement and tried to wiggle out of Dick's arms with a sunshine beam and grabby hands?
Her father was a love song.
"Jay," The name sounds like Bruce is choking. His eyes are burning with tears, marching directly to Dick, " Jay? Jay!"
" Wh--"
"Dada!" Babybird, -- Jason? They only now noticed the white curl bouncing on top of his head, ( their inner detectives groan) " Dadadada, pap papi pap,"
They can't do anything, frozen in place, as Bruce spends the following two hours planting a garden of kisses on Jason's cheeks, full with laughter, while they read and color and build blocks.
"Uh, Bruce? I'm...I'm gonna call Zatanna."
" In a minute."
" DAD, --"
" In a minute."
It wasn't just a minute. It was an entire week.
As ridiculous as it was? They were starting to get jealous.
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dairy-farmer · 2 years
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brutim but also absolutely everyone who encounters them spoiling pregnant Tim because they're either like scary, grim Batman and this poor, sweet summer child or like airhead Brucie can't even keep track of his kids already
(but Bruce is the biggest simp ofc despite Dick's and everyone else's best attempts)
(wait lol now I'm starting to think about everyone trying to seduce Tim away from bruce WHILE he's pregnant and that's so funny to me but maybe that's too similar to other content you've posted, feel free to ignore)
no because this makes so much sense !!!!!!!! bruce would definitely be one of those fathers that seems utterly indifferent, maybe unenthusiastic about their girlfriend being pregnant!!! bruce isn't very good at expressing happy emotions, i think he'd be more likely to smile or laugh if two conditions are met 1. he feels comfortable around the people he's doing it and 2. he won't get made fun of.
the thing about characters like bruce is that i think their lack of emotion has to do more with their awkwardness and discomfort than an actual lack of emotion. sure bruce probably adhere's to a certain level of emotional distance to be able to do his job but he's also not a robot (as much as he may like to be). so him keeping his composure about tim is probably him being absolutely ecstatic but not wanting to be made fun of especially because this is something he really cares about D:
but BECAUSE of that, it makes people think 'oh poor tim ): being stuck with this cold granite countertop of a man'.
bruce is working and spending lots of time at the office rather than with tim because he's trying to finish up all the work and delegate appropriately so he can take a 24-month long leave to spend to time with tim and their baby after they're born. but it's hard because brucie all but used up every bit of PTO, sick days, and vacation time he had?'
now bruce is scrambling to try and figure out how he's going to do this and if he should just completely rewrite benefits for employees so he CAN do this. meanwhile dick and jason and damian are at the manor like
'timmy, did he really leave early to go to work again 🥺'
while tim is like 'yep! 😊'
they complain to their friends, their friends tell other friends what they said and eventually it just becomes a case of everyone learning that batman is a deadbeat dad who's neglecting his very young and very pregnant tim.
the gotham media (as well as metropolis) were already very unsure about brucie when he announced that his son turned girlfriend was now pregnant. brucie is flighty, easily distracted, he has a long history of cheating on his lovers and now one of them is pregnant?
the talk about damian and his unknown mother, how brucie hadn't known about the kid he fathered a decade before. they see brucie make an absolute drunken mess of himself at a dinner party to the point that a heavily pregnant tim has to help him to his feet and it just solidifies it in their minds.
poor timothy drake they murmur. poor child to already have such a disappointing and unpresent father.
at tim's baby shower he gets a lot of visitors, lots of presents, and lot sof people coming up to him to congratulate him and take in how...glowing tim is. his cheeks are slightly rounder, his hands are tender and soft, he smells milky and powdery, and he is just SO...alluring.
that's the only way they can phrase it. tim is so light and happy, so excited and cupping his belly that's almost as big as him.
they can't help but coo. they can't help but load up his hands with sparkling fruit juices and the little desserts laid out.
'anything you need' they each tell him 'if you need anything at all don't hesitate to call me up'
but tim is well taken care of and doesn't so they each take it upon themselves to visit tim. bring him treats, little gifts, baby clothes that they spotted and couldn't help but think of him.
clark hear's tim's stomach growl from space and brings him pizza from italy, noodles from taiwan, fried chicken from his favorite place in nashville.
flash and impulse both bring tim pilllows and blankets.
all his brothers line tim's clothes with a tracker and oracle watches him through monitor when he goes with alfred to his ultrasound appointments and checkups.
the family greet tim at dinner and hold their tongues when bruce arrives (late as usual) and greets tim with a kiss.
the two retreat to their bedroom every night even though dick begs tim to stay out and watch a movie with them but tim just shakes his head and replies' bruce is too tire, next time, alright dick?'
and dick wants to whine because bruce isn't even here most of the day, he's ignoring timmy and how he's becoming less mobile because he's too small and the baby is just too big.
but bruce and tim retreat to their bedroom and tim strokes the stressed lines of bruce's brow while bruce kisses his belly. bruce nuzzles into tim's lap and phases in and out of sleep while tim coos and says he's overworking himself.
'for you' bruce murmurs half asleep 'for tha baby'
sometimes bruce manages to stay awake and fuck tim. he kisses him and presses in, filling his neglected little cunt because brucie is a piece of shit and bruce has never regretted him more. he's had to make a fool of himself even more, stepping it up a notch to justify why he'd be refraining from events after his and tim's child is born.
people would buy it. a 'brucie has finally grown up!' kind of angle once his baby is born.
he's just happy tim indulges him, playing the part of the harried little wife at events.
bruce is sad he couldn't marry tim. tim promised him they could after the baby is born, but he doesn't want to load on too many stressors. bruce is pulling overtime, tim is pregnant, it's just not the right time.
but tim promised with a sweet smile and a low voice that he'd make an honest man out of bruce soon.
and bruce just kissed the breath out of him then, pressing deeper and groaning at how hot and wet tim was around him. bruce had to be careful with his thrusts, to not jostle tim's belly that was between them and protecting his child.
bruce thought of tim all the time while at work. tim gave him permission to mic him up and listen to him as he went through his day of helping the contractors and alfred set up the nursery and fill it with all the gifts fellow heroes and civilian friends had been giving them.
bruce knows that his fellow capes aren't being pure with their frequent visits and imploring tim to let them keep him accompany. he sees and hears how they have their hands on tim's hips, his waist. how they compliment him on his he's glowing, 'so pretty' they coo 'i bet your baby is going to be as pretty as you'.
bruce knows someone making moves when he sees them and he'd be annoyed if he wasn't so entertained at the idea of them trying to seduce bruce's almost wife while he's pregnant with bruce's child.
even if bruce isn't there in person, he still is. because his sweet baby kicks and fusses and tires tim out so he has to lie down and the hero has to excuse thmselves so tim can rest.
already such a filial child, bruce loves them so much. tim is so nicely round, his cheeks are plump and he gives bruce the prettiest smile when asking about his day.
bruce blocks out all the voices clamoring around him. he has his tim in his arms.
and that's more than anyone else could ever claim to get.
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runnfromtheak · 4 years
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fanfic author’s tagging game (yay!)
Thank ya darling for tagging me!!!! @boyblunder-thedarkheir!!!!!
AO3 Name(s): LostandLonelyBirds aka RUNNFROMTHEAK
Fandom(s): Primarily Batfamily (so, Dick Grayson) and Young Justice (along with DCU obviously, but I also dabble into Miralculous Ladybug, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, and MCU (none of which I will ever seriously write for? Idk man).
Number of fics: 22 I will admit to (how do you have so many, my dear @boyblunder-thedarkheir​? What is your secret?)
1. Fic you spent the most time on: Are we talking writing or thinking about writing, cause those are two very different answers. I spent the most time writing this bitch of a fic I’m working on right now, and the most time thinking about the two latest installments of my main series, Death is But An Illusion (aka How Could He and How Could It Be). I agonize over every goddamn detail with Dick’s anger, Jason’s Jason-ness, and every person’s every move and word. I am a mess, and I’m going to be murdered if I don’t update them soon. I am not sorry about that XD
2. Fic you spent the least time on:  You Came Behind Me Secretly and Shattered Every Piece of Me (There's Blood On My Hands) aka my pick-your-own-canon clusterfuck of Dark!Dick Grayson and Dick Grayson being traumatized and tortured with no comfort (Some of them are so fucked up I question my own mind). I take less than an hour to write 80% of them, cause they’re short, and they very rarely take any time to plan. Fun and easy!
3. Longest Fic: At present, he had a chest full of heart and a body full of scars (pain became the only way that he could ever learn)  is my longest, but the fic I’ve been hinting at on my other tumblr, @lostandlonelybirds​ is easily double the length (why do I do this to myself? Why am I like this?) the long boi (named one, not the one I won’t shut up about) is easily my best fic at the moment, and I’m so excited to write a sequel whenever I get the chance.
4. Shortest Fic: With Bated Breath and Pain You See (We're Nothing More Than Memories) technically, I have one shorter than that, but it’s a collab that wasn’t my original idea so I’m not counting it :)
5. Most Hits: You Came Behind Me Secretly and Shattered Every Piece of Me (There's Blood On My Hands) why do you people like this trash-fire so much? I don’t understand
6. Most Kudos:  How Could He which does not surprise me.
7. Most Comment Threads: Technically, How Could He followed by the trash-fire AU title thing I’m too lazy to type again, but I’m gonna love on this one: Just Close Your Eyes (No One Can Hurt You Now) because it’s my baby, and it deserves it okay?
8. Fave Fic You Wrote: Ooo we are doing a top five.
             5. How Could It Be (Jason is precious and sad and Dick is oblivious, and I love one-sided pining wayyyy too much)
             4.  How Could He (I put my life force into this stupid fic, so ofc it’s here)
             3. I'm Scared to Live But I'm Scared to Die (I'm Numb Inside) (the suicidal boy, major trigger warning)
             2. I See Things That Nobody Else Sees (And It's Slowly Killing Me)  (the only fic I’ve ever written from Cass’s perspective, and definitely one of the creepiest and most fucked up. Bruce does not look good here)
             1. he had a chest full of heart and a body full of scars (pain became the only way that he could ever learn) (so ummm Bruce doesn’t look good here either? RHATO #25 if DC wasn’t cowardly and let Dick react how he actually would, aka fuck Batman is the new motto)
9. Rewrites?: Fuck. All my older ones? Everything? Who knows.
10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning:
Let’s do two. I’m nice.
First comes from How Could It Be:
“You loved him,” Donna says, ignoring his barb. “You loved him, and no one’s seen you or heard from you and I’m concerned, damnit.”
 She punches his shoulder roughly, and he’s reminded of her strength, no matter how small she seems in her dead best friend’s sweater.
 “I’m fine. Peachy-keen. Couldn’t be fuckin’ better. Honestly, you should be more concerned with Replacement, don’t think he’s slept in—”
 “Jason.” Her voice is firm, even as her eyes swim with tears and she holds her arms tight to herself, breathing in the well-loved item’s scent. Jason wonders when Dick wore it last, if Donna had taken it from his abandoned Gotham Penthouse or his Chicago Apartment. He wonders if he’d left it draped over the couch, like the natural disaster he was, or if it had been folded neatly in a drawer.
For someone who prides himself on not being sentimental, Jason suddenly wishes he had something of Dick’s too.
 “I’m here because I care, and because if Dick was here, he’d be doing the same thing I am.”
 “But he ain’t here,” Jason snaps, “Is he?”
 Donna’s head falls, and he feels like a giant jerk. He just… reacts poorly to that name, hasn’t heard it spoken since the transmission and subsequent funeral, since the guy he’d had the hots for since wearing the scaly panties had his mask ripped away and his life taken in front of Bruce’s eyes (who, to absolutely no one’s surprise, failed to save his son).
In the aftermath, no one said Dick Grayson’s name, always Nightwing, or some inane nickname the superhero community had for him. Last time he said it was to Damian, a failed attempt at comfort. But even Jason’s form of mutual grieving had been better than any of Bruce’s shit ideas. Bastard immortalized the ripped costume from his own son’s corpse (not that it had been the first time) and hadn’t even had the decency to give it a plaque (No ‘Good Soldier’ or ‘Good Son’, just a bare glass case with a bloody suit). Which… was weird. Jason was far from B’s best friend, but even he noticed something seemed strange, off, just not quite right. Like the funeral he didn’t speak at, like the breakdown none of them had witnessed beyond a one-off rage fit
“B, what the fuck happened down here?”
The Batcave was a disaster, dents glaringly obvious in several vehicles and a large spiderweb crack across the Batcomputer. Bruce closes the screen down, but Jason manages to catch a spiraling eye.
“Nothing, just…”
Bruce looks at the spare Nightwing costume none of them had taken down yet, still clean and ready for use (too bad its owner died and would never wear it again).
“Dick?” Jason questions, and the way Bruce’s eyes snap to his face is almost suspicious, almost enough to arouse concern.
“Yes. I—”
Jason sits next to Bruce on the desk, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I miss him too, Old Man. Don’t mean you need to be an ass about it.”
 A memorial next to Jason’s own, but Dickhead’s is empty and broken from Damian’s fists and grief, and Jason’s is just gone. No one told him why, it was just gone.
Kind of like Dick.
He wonders if Bruce would have told him if the video hadn’t been broadcast, if he would’ve told anyone. B did love his fuckin’ secrets.
 “No,” she whispers, and he can hear the tears in her voice, can feel her grief as keenly as his own. It’s palpable, tangible, “He’s dead, and I’m alive, and I don’t know how to handle it.”
 And then, to Jason’s mounting horror, she starts crying openly.
…..
Second comes from my one I’m working on rn with Stray!Dick called I See Sunset In Your Eyes (I Hate This Part Right Here)
“Come on,” Wally says with a pout, dragging an overly amused Jason and Dick with him through the karaoke bar doors. “Donna and Roy are waiting for us, and Dick had to take forever to primp.”
 Dick shrugs with a grin.
 “Beauty takes time, time I can tell you did not take.”
 Jason snorts, and Wally glares at him.
 “At least I don’t take five hours to finish getting ready.”
 “At least I can last longer than five minutes.”
 “Ouch!” Roy butts in, throwing an arm around Jason and Dick’s shoulders. “Claws are out tonight!”
 “Speaking from experience?” Jason asks, eyebrow raised.
 Dick smirks without comment, sauntering past the group towards the table Donna’s lounging at.
 “Hey gorgeous twin of mine,” He greets with a kiss to her eyes. She smirks, rolling her eyes at him.
 “You’re just stroking your own ego with the twin tacked on, Wonder Boy.”
 Dick bumps his shoulder against hers.
 “Can’t I stroke both our egos?”
 “You can stroke mine,” Wally mutters, turning red when Stray winks at his phrasing. Jason and Roy both facepalm, groaning. “Not what I meant guys!”
 “Why Kid Idiot,” Dick replies, hand on his heart, “I had no idea you could be so forward~!”
 Wally glares, waving over the waitress.
 “Round of shots, on this dick,” he jerks his thumb at Stray, offering up his fake ID. She doesn’t bother checking it, probably because this is Gotham, and they were all in uniform. “Whisky, please.”
 “Trying to get me drunk?” Jason jokes. It is, after all, his first big outing with the Titans for non-mission reasons. Stray had practically dragged him out of the Manor with a wink at Alfred and a middle finger for Bruce, saying that Jason needed to have fun outside of books.
Jason knows better than arguing with Dick Grayson-Kyle when he wants something, Stray trained him well.
 “Of course, Batboy,” Roy replies, “It’s not a Titans outing if Stray is fully dressed and everyone’s sober.”
 Dick shrugs.
 “You’ll have to get some real liquor in me if you want me to do anything like last time.”
 “Last time?” Jason asks, looking to Donna for an answer. Dick snorts. You get near naked one time…
 “Boy Blunder ended up in just his boxers in a dancing cage drunk of his ass. Everyone thought he was one of the strippers, and he made, what, three-hundred dollars in bills?”
 “Five-hundred,” Dick replies proudly, offering the waitress a twenty as she came back with their drinks. “Keep the change, darlin’!” He adds with a wink.
 She flushes, making Jason frown.
 Stray, of course, notices this and elbows Jason.
 “Don’t get jealous, Blue Jay, it’s not becoming.”
 Jason does not blush. He doesn’t, and that’s the hill he will die on.
 “I’m not. On an unrelated note, pass me a shot.”
Jason is the master of changing the subject, Stray thinks sarcastically, passing him a shot and downing one of his own.
 “Five bucks says alley cat blacks out,” Roy says smugly as Dick makes a face, the way he always did with heavier liquors. He glares at the redhead, who shrugs unapologetically.
 Donna eyes them both speculatively, taking a sip of her own drink.
 “Twenty says he gives a lap dance before he blacks out.”
 Roy snorts.
 “I’ll take it,” and to Dick, “Don’t do it, for me.”
 Dick bats his eyes innocently.
 “Lil’ old me? I would never do something so…” He trails a finger down Roy’s chest, making him swallow roughly. “Scandalous.”
 Donna grins victoriously as Roy groans, trying and failing to hide his excitement.
 “I hate you. I hate you both.”
 Tagging whoever sees this, I suppose? 
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