#bruce wayne

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“Batman wishes I was dead.” Jason no, baby, he just wants you to stop cutting random dude’s heads off in the middle of the night in Gotham. And not even because he disagrees with you, but because Batman is the one Jim Gordon calls to come deal with the mysterious cut-off heads at 5:00 am. That man just got off patrol and now he’s gotta go look at some bloodstained duffel bag in the Narrows with Jim Gordon who’s hitting his emotional support vape like it’s an oxygen mask. Bruce can’t stand the smell of cotton candy. Do you see where I’m going with this, Jason?

[cxrtofowls]

i’ve literally not stopped thinking about this

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thanks for ur collaboration on my twitter post to theorize how hairy bruce was. a thesis with credits will be published soon

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☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : When you're too busy for them.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

Bruce was a busy man. A billionaire CEO, Gotham’s protector, and a single father to a hoard of emotionally volatile vigilantes. He understood the concept of being busy better than anyone.

That didn’t mean he liked it when it applied to you.

It had started simple. You’d been swamped with work, deadlines looming over you like a guillotine, and Bruce had been hovering. At first, it was subtle. A lingering gaze as you typed. The occasional brush of fingers when he brought you coffee. A deep, expectant silence as he stood behind you, arms crossed, waiting.

But then—then—it became insufferable.

"I'm working, Bruce," you mumbled, not even looking up from your laptop.

"You need to rest." His voice was that signature Batman growl, but you waved him off.

"I will. After this."

Wrong answer.

Bruce closed your laptop with a single, slow motion. The weight of his gaze was almost suffocating.

"Hey!" You tried to reopen it, but he placed a large, firm hand over the top.

"You’re done for the night."

"No, I'm not—"

"Yes. You are."

You glared at him. He stared back, completely unaffected. It was a battle of wills.

But then—because he’s a manipulative bastard—his hands slid to your shoulders, massaging the tension away with frustrating expertise. You let out an involuntary sigh. Damn him.

Before you could protest, he leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head.

"Take a break sweetheart."

"But—"

"I’ll make you a deal," he murmured, leaning down, lips brushing against your ear. "You take a break, come upstairs with me, and I won’t disable the WiFi for the rest of the night."

Your head snapped toward him. "You wouldn’t dare."

Bruce just raised a brow.

He absolutely would.

In the end, you found yourself naked in his arms on the bed, completely trapped as he murmured sweet nothing in your ear.

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

Dick is like a giant, overly muscular golden retriever with abandonment issues.

Which meant the moment you got busy and stopped giving him the attention he craved, he went through the five stages of grief.

Denial — "She’s just busy. It’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine." (Narrator: He was not fine.)

Anger — "Okay, but I’m literally her boyfriend??? Hello??? Where is my affection???"

Bargaining — "If you look at me for five seconds, I’ll do that thing you like—"

Depression — soft sighing noises in the background

Acceptance (fake) — "It’s okay. I didn’t need love anyway. I’ll just wither away like a Victorian child—"

At first, he tried the cute approach. He flopped dramatically onto the couch beside you, big blue eyes blinking up at you as he scooted closer.

"Hey."

"Hi," you muttered, not looking up from your paperwork.

"You’re working hard," he said, smiling.

"Yep."

"So hard."

"Mhm."

"...you wanna take a break?" He grinned, nudging you. "Maybe cuddle? Or make out? Or stare into each other's eyes for an unhealthy amount of time?"

You patted his cheek absentmindedly. "Not now, babe."

He rested his chin on your shoulder, warm breath tickling your neck. "I miss you."

You huffed a laugh. "Dick, I’m right here."

"Are you, though?" He suddenly was Infront of you, forcing you to face him. His arms came around you, caging you in as he pouted. "This is how close we should be."

You rolled your eyes. "Dick, I need to finish this."

"Finish me first," he said with a wiggle of his brows.

"Get out."

And that was when Dick entered his menace era.

Suddenly, your papers were gone.

Like, vanished.

"Richard," you said slowly, "where are my papers?"

"Who’s Richard?" he said, all faux innocence as he stretched his long arms behind his head.

You narrowed your eyes. "Pretty boy."

"Yes, angel?"

"My papers."

"Ohhh. Those." He grinned. "Guess you'll have to catch me if you want them back."

And just like that, he bolted.

You didn’t even chase him. You just texted Alfred. Five minutes later, he walked back in, grumbling, and handed you your papers like a scolded child.

— JASON TODD ⋆

Jason liked to pretend he don't like your attention.

But the moment you started prioritizing anything else? He was intolerable.

At first, he played it cool. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you work. Casual. Aloof. The picture of patience.

But then—then—you didn’t look up. Didn’t even glance his way.

And suddenly, Jason Todd, Red Hood, walking crime deterrent, was pouting.

"Whatcha doin’?"

"Work."

"How long you gonna be doin’ that?"

"A while."

"...so you’re just gonna sit there? Ignore me?"

"Jay," you sighed, rubbing your temples. "I love you, but please."

"Oh, please?" His eyes gleamed mischievously. "Damn. Didn’t know I was just a piece of meat to you, doll."

You groaned. "Jason."

"Jason," he mocked, deepening his voice dramatically. "God. You don’t even see me anymore. I could drop dead and you wouldn’t notice."

Without another word you just go back to work.

Just. Like. That.

He just watched you. Then he sighed loudly.

Nothing.

He groaned dramatically.

Still nothing.

Jason’s eye twitched.

Then, without warning, he snatched your laptop and slammed it shut.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

Jason’s arms came around your chair, trapping you in place as he leaned in close, emerald eyes narrowed. "You forgot about me."

You blinked. "Jason—"

"Forgot. About. Me." He spoke slowly, as if the words physically pained him.

You gaped. "I was working!"

"You weren’t paying attention to me," he corrected.

You sighed. "Jason, you’re being dramatic—"

"Dramatic?!" He gasped, clutching his chest like you’d stabbed him. "Doll, you wound me."

You shot him a glare. "Do you need something?"

"Yeah," he said, grinning. "My bitch."

And then this giant of a man literally collapsed onto you, throwing himself across your lap like a spoiled cat.

"Jay—you're heavy!"

"Guess you’ll just have to hold me, then."

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

Damian doesn’t ask for attention.

He demands it.

So when you started ignoring him, he didn’t pout like Dick, or whine like Jason.

No.

Damian stared.

Silently.

Unblinkingly.

For hours.

You had been working on something—completely oblivious to his growing impatience—finally you sighed and stretched—only to nearly jump out of your chair when you saw Damian standing in the shadows like some lurking cryptid.

"Jesus, Damian! You scared me!"

He tilted his head slightly, green eyes dark and unreadable. "You didn’t notice me?"

"...No?" You frowned, feeling a shiver run down your spine at his intense stare.

Damian’s frown deepened. That was unacceptable. You always noticed him. He always knew when you were in a room, and he expected the same.

You turned back to your laptop, completely oblivious to the way Damian’s jaw tensed.

"Take a break."

"…Damian."

"You are neglecting me."

Your eye twitched. "Neglecting?"

"Tt. I have been here for three hours."

That made you pause. "...you've been standing there the entire time?"

He didn't answer. He just stared.

"Okay, that’s creepy."

"Hn." He walked over, standing directly beside you. "You will cease working now."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Or what?"

Silence.

Then—your laptop was gone.

Like, just gone.

"Damian—!"

"You have no choice now," he said simply, kneeling before you with a pleased expression. "Now bless me with your lips beloved."

You later found your laptop in the bat cave. Behind five layers of security. It took you hours to get it back.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[cherrie-blue-s]

I'm not sure if i like the design, what do you guys think?

Anywaysss superbat!

[nightblackowlbat]

Single parents Jazz and Bruce

Inspired by this post

[spicy-apple-pie]

I want Damian to get a really ugly foster cat. Greasy fur, meows like a smoker, eyes constantly goopy, the works.

Bruce was hesitant to allow him to foster because he knows they'll all end up foster fails and Wayne Manor is already turning into a glorified petting zoo. Damian promises that wouldn't happen. So, it ended in a bet, if Damian can successfully foster this cat, then he'll be allowed to foster more cats.

Bruce figured if Damian adopts this ugly cat, then no cat is safe.

It takes a long time for the cat to even warm up to them. She was left at the shelter in a cardboard box so no one really knows what happened to her. Damian spend almost every second he can generally in the same room as her. He just sits there, sometimes just mediating, but sometimes he has a book or a sketchbook. The cat slowly gets more comfortable around Damian. One day, she's brave enough to rub her head against Damian's hand. And it's like she turns into a whole new cat. She's suddenly the most cuddly snuggly cat on the planet. She purrs really really loud too.

And Bruce starts to think that they're going to need a couple more litter boxes.

Damian names her something really elegant, to make up for her unfortunate exterior. Something like Petunia or Tanya (idk if that's an elegant name, but it's really elegant to me). She gets along really well with Alfred the cat too. They can usually be found together cuddling or playing. She didn't like Titus at all at first, but he's as diligent as his owner, so she came around. Although she always has to be the one to initiate the interaction usually, or she'll hiss and scratch.

Predictably, it ends in a foster fail, and Damian thinks that it's probably a good thing he's not allowed to foster.

He still argues with his father though.

[garpen]

Gotham Twitter AU Pt. 48

<<Part 47<< Master List >>TBC>>

Divorce era for the Wayne Family.

Miss me miss me, bet you wanna kiss me kiss me.

Drop questions for Wayne Family Q&A coming up please and thank you.

Nobody is allowed to be surprised about Duke's things for Gilf's, this is not his first mention of this.

[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #9

"This portal will bring you back to your time safely."

The young teen, well kid in Dick's eyes said before them, pointing towards a green vortex. Dick felt relieved but also a twist in his gut. Time travel adventures always had their pro and cons. He was sure that they hadn't messed up anything, Damian wouldn't end up with a new hair cut this time, nor any of his brother. Hell Jason was even apparently cleaned out from some bad ectoplasm.

Yet...

They had spend some time here, fixing Ra's newest dumb idea to get Damian back on his side. They had bonded with this kid from the past. A young hero at the age of 14, barely older than Damian himself.

The kid had gotten tricked by Ra at first then they ended up in his time resolving the mess and bonding with this kid. Like really bonded with this kid. Like B starting to mentor the kid like he did all of them. Tim tinkering and engineering with him. Jason bantering and joking with the kid, even Damian bonded with him, thanks to one size changing ghost dog. Not to mention Dick bonded with the kid a lot too.

And it sucked in Dick's opinion. He glanced at his family, even if they all were in gear and wearing masks, he could see the small signs in the way they where holding themselves. The small indications, movements barely noticeable to anyone else.

Hell he could even see it in Bruce, the way the man tensed just a little bit. The small twitch of the man's lip, the little minuscule tilt. It was all there and only for the Batfamily to see.

Dick put on a smile, burying that twisted feeling in his gut.

Like they all did.

Like they all were forced to do.

He watched Tim make one last souvenir selfie. Well they all had one with the kid. Made at various points during their stay in this time. Even Damian sneaked making one using the excuse of wanting a selfie with that big green ghost dog.

"We will be on our way then kid." He tried sounding cheerful and by the smile the kid gave him, he was sure he hit the right tone of voice. "Don't be a stranger when we meet again."

He smiled still, knowing his family caught on to the fact that he said 'when' not 'if'.

Because it was obvious.

In their short time here, they all but officially, had adopted the kid into the family. Dick would joke that he kid would fit right in with them while they were here. Jason lamenting how Bruce had a type with kids. Bruce had had that minuscule uplift to his lip whenever they had joked around with the kid.

But again, this wasn't their time.

And that's why time travel sucked.

You make bonds, maybe even new family.

But they wouldn't be there when you are back in the time you belong.

But Dick was determined. When they stepped through that vortex, when he looked back at the kid waving to them. He knew what he had to do the moment they were back in their time.

He just hoped the kid would remember them, remember his words of not being a stranger.

[prlssprfctn]

During one of the missions, Jason gets hit with a new serum; not exactly a truth one, rather the one that doesn't allow a person to control their process of thinking. They just vocalise all their thoughts all together.

"Fuck, I forgot to buy milk... Wait, am I babysitting Laura's kid this Friday or next one? Urgh, Tim was right, I should get myself a Google Calendar, this is getting embarrassing... Fuck, Tim. I need to deal with the intel he sneaked me behind Bruce's back... Fuck, whoops—"

It took some time for Bruce to chase away the rest of the family from the Batcave. Jason insisted that if they are going to stick up and try to make fun of him, he will either open shooting right there or just return home. And he really, really wanted to help his son this time. So he shooed his kids away and promised not to interact with Jason and his vortex of thoughts until he finishes with an antidote.

"Ignore it, old man," Jason sighs, rubbing his face. "Of course, you won't. You only ignore when it is stuff related to me."

Bruce sighs back.

In all truth, all this thing is a little bit of a... delight. He hadn't heard his son speaking so much since he was fifteen, and... well. He misses it. A lot.

From the other side, he is a little bit concerned about the amount of dark thoughts in the back of his head. For example, when they hauled him in the car, he kept reminiscing of vans back in the Crime Alley.

It is either this or casual thoughts about his daily life. Or quotes from somewhere.

He can relate to the chaos in Jason's head for the most of it. It is also not surprising at all that he always complains about headaches — is his head ever rests with this train of intangible thoughts?

"I hate being stuck in the cave. And this stupid memorial is still here," Jason groans. Bruce's eyes automatically dart towards the mentioned memorial, mentally making a note to, perhaps, finally, hide it away somewhere. Or break. "I wish I could kill myself."

Bruce pauses. His fingers freeze above the keyboard, shoulders tensing, and it takes everything not to turn around to face Jason.

"They should invite suicide for these, who keep coming back alive," Jason jokes — because it is a joke, he laughs at it — but Bruce feels his heart stopping for a second, because... because if Jason jokes about it, then it means he tried it before.

"What?"

He knows he promised not to answer to Jason right now. But strangled words escape his mouth before he can realise it.

"Jason—"

He feels his son flinching behind him. Perhaps, he hadn't even realise that he said until now, because for a minute there is nothing but a string of repetitive curses, all over again. And then Jason just pinches his shoulder, voice heavy:

"Work. Dad."

For the next hour, Jason does nothing but feverishly read aloud books around the Batcave, desperately trying to muffle down any personal thoughts.

Bruce finishes working on the antidote when Jason is on the thirty page of Damian's forgotten biological book. The lump in his throat doesn't disappear for the rest of the night, even when Jason storms out of the cave with a rushed gratitude.

No one asks what had happened.

Bruce silently shatters the old memorial the same night.

[frownyalfred]

Bruce Wayne’s Offensive + Defensive Biting for Beginners: Key Points

Don’t bite until you’re out of options

When you bite someone, make it count

Don’t bite something that’s likely to crack a tooth if you can avoid it

Getting implanted teeth is more expensive and painful than you think (personal experience rip)

The average human bite force is 120–162 pounds per square inch

Maximum bite force depends on surface area, so choose your target wisely (neck, forearm, etc)

Make it clean, make it fast; don’t hang on while biting and risk getting hit

Don’t bite appendages (choking hazard if tied up)

People in Gotham are more accepting of bite attacks than other cities

Do not bite Joker under any circumstances

Immediately start post exposure antibiotics within 24 hours if blood is drawn

Spit out blood to 1) decrease infection risk and 2) to establish psychological dominance

Do not bite me

It will not work

No really

[vodrae]

Jason: B ? Dick jumped off the Wayne Towers roof.

Batman: What of it ?

Jason: He's the only one wihout a cape. And I may or may not have taken his grapple battery.

Batman: IS HE OKAY ?!

Jason: If it wasn't for Clark his last words would've been "I'm a squirell!".

[why-i-love-comics]

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures #155 - "Trust" (2025)

written by CRC Payne art by Starbite, Vadynea, & Jace Camedno

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☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : Would they ever force themselves on (r*pe) their darling?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ WARNING : Pretty much obvious. No smut. This discussion involves non-consensual acts, coercion, and obsessive behavior. If you’re sensitive to such content, I’d advise against reading further.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

Would he? No.

Bruce is the last person who would ever force himself on you. Despite his obsession, his rigid sense of morality, guilt, and deep-seated trauma make it impossible for him to cross that line. Bruce operates on control—self-control above all else. No matter how much he craves you, he will never take you by force.

However, Bruce’s obsession manifests differently—through extreme control. You aren’t allowed to leave, to date, to breathe without his permission. He isolates you, makes you dependent on him, ensures you feel like he’s your only option. He’ll gaslight you, manipulate you into staying, but physically taking you against your will? That’s a line he will not cross. He’d rather break himself than break you.

But if you try to escape? The punishment will be brutal. Not sexually, but physically restrained, locked away, stripped of any autonomy. He’ll remind you that you are his, that he is the only one who can protect you, and he’ll do anything to keep you in his grasp.

“I will never hurt you like that, but you’re not leaving me. Ever.”

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

Would he? No. But... it’s complicated.

Dick is a walking paradox of affection and control. He loves you—adores you—but his love is overwhelming, suffocating, all-consuming. He needs you to love him back, to crave him as much as he craves you. He won’t rape you outright, but his obsession manifests in ways that blur the line between coercion and consent.

Dick wants you to want him. He’ll manipulate, guilt-trip, and play the victim to make you feel like you’re the bad guy for denying him. He showers you with affection, attention, and when you pull away, he punishes you emotionally—not through force, but through withdrawal. Cold stares, quiet disappointment, an unbearable sadness in his voice that makes you feel like you’re the one hurting him.

However, if you push him too far—if you reject him outright, try to leave, break his heart—he might snap. In a moment of desperation, he’ll hold you down, kiss you too hard, grip your wrists with bruising force—never quite crossing the line, but so close it makes your skin crawl.

“Don’t do this to us, baby. You love me—I know you do.”

— JASON TODD ⋆

Would he? Yes, if pushed too far.

Jason is a storm of rage, love, and possessiveness, and once he has you, he’s never letting go. He tries to be good for you—tries so damn hard—but Jason is violent by nature. If you love him back? He worships you, would burn the world for you. But if you fight him? Try to run? Betray him?

That’s when he loses control.

Jason sees you as his, and if you deny him, if you reject his love after everything he’s done for you—he might snap in the worst way possible. It won’t be romantic, it won’t be tender—it’ll be about power, dominance, punishment. And worst of all? He’ll regret it after. He’ll break down, apologize, sob into your skin—but he’ll do it again, and again, because he can’t stop himself.

Jason would justify it in his mind—tell himself you belong to him, that he’s teaching you a lesson. And after? He’d be even more obsessive, treating you like a fragile doll, convinced you’ll leave if he doesn’t own every part of you.

“You think you can just leave me? After everything? No, princess. You don’t get to choose. You’re mine.”

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

Would he? Yes. Without hesitation because he believes it's his right.

Damian is the coldest, most possessive, and least remorseful of them all. Unlike Jason, who spirals in guilt, Damian doesn’t feel guilty—because in his mind, you already belong to him. There’s no moral dilemma, no hesitation. If you resist him, you’re wrong. If you say no, you don’t know what’s good for you.

Damian was raised by the League of Assassins, by Talia, by Bruce. He was never taught the concept of “no.” If he wants something, he takes it. If he wants you, he takes you. In his mind, it isn’t rape—it’s claiming what’s already his. You’re his wife, his queen, his possession.

Unlike Jason, who acts in rage, Damian is calculated, methodical, deliberate. He’ll drug you if he has to, bind you in silk restraints, keep you locked away in luxury until you accept your fate. You will love him, because you have no other option.

“You misunderstand, beloved. You were mine from the moment I saw you. Struggling is beneath you.”

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, repost or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

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You will be missed