#competitive batfamily

[ahfrickenfrick]

the batkids decide play a new game on patrol where they try to yell the most outrageous thing jumping into a fight

bruce bans the game after stephanie runs into a crowd of bystanders and muggers yelling

‘bienvenue power bottoms!’

and it causes jason to crash into a power pole from how hard he was laughing

[superbat-love]

Batman and his special affinity with aliens. First Clark, and now his adopted alien starfish son Jarro.

[weewoow-20706030]

Bruce is the only member of the batfam that has no tolerance for spice. Dick grew up in a travelling circus, he has had food from all over the world. Jason grew up on the street, he ate what he could get. Tim's parents went all around the world, and had food and recipes from all around the world, whenever they were home Janet would make exotic meals. Damian grew up with Talia, he grew up on middle eastern food. But Bruce? He grew up on Alfred's British ass cooking, he thinks pepper has 'a little kick'.

[waywardian]

Batfam Headcanon

Tim still stalks Dick. It's not as obvious as it was when he was young and he doesn't do it as often. It's really just small things nowadays.

While Tim is writing reports, he'll just pause for a minute to watch Dick practice his acrobatics. He'll do three continuous full frontal flips and Tim will take a sharp breath in and then continue typing.

He doesn't take pictures anymore. He doesn't need too when he's in charge of both Bludhaven and Gothams surveillance footage. It's his job. He's looking out for his family. If Dick's albums are just a little more organised then the rest, well that's just a coincidence and if he makes a compilation of Nightwings best fights this month, than he's just studying combat techniques.

A stolen tshirt here. Some Nightwing merch hidden alongside his bulk energy drink order from amazon. He'll subscribe to a few fanpages. Write a few passionate posts on the Bludhaven forums.

No one needs to know. No one should even notice it.

Except the little demon brat that's trying to usurp hus position. Because it's not 'weird' or 'creepy' or 'somewhat concerning' to Damian Wayne. Damian's already all types of weird, creepy and somewhat concerning.

No, Damian takes it as a challenge. And so the battle begins.

If Bruce notices he's lost 2 million bucks to open a Nightwing theme park - well he can't be bothered to complain.

[lesbian-cowpoke]

I feel like the Batman/Green Arrow rivalry could be expanded upon in fanon more than just "both rich asshole vigilantes"

Here are some topics they could compete on:

Who has the best kids

Batman "I could never kill people my moral code is as rigid as the stick up my ass" vs Green Arrow "literally everyone including me has killed at least once. (Excluding Connor and Cissie)

Philanthropist Bruce Wayne vs. Politictian Oliver Queen on who is doing more for the community

Bruce "was always rich" Wayne vs. Oliver "Loses his money so often idk if he's currently rich in comics or not" Queen

There are loads of things for them to fight about!

[nightwingcouldyounot]

Not to weigh in here but she is absolutely a Titan not an Outlaw.

But also - Jason nearly HALF the Outlaws are also Titans. If you didn't want to be competing with your big brother as the favorite maybe you shouldn't of made a team with two of his exes.

(Batman: Wayne Family Adventures 104)

[nelkcats]

Jazz found billboards all over the city, although according to Tucker they were all over the country, it was an invitation for "The beast bat-tle", the winner will be crowned "Pun King" for a guy called the Rid- or something.

Danny was decided, he will be the Pun King, no one can stop him from getting the title, he is already the Ghost king but this is the kingdom he really wants.

On the other hand Dick Grayson was excited cause for the first time ¡undercover work was exciting!

The Riddler organized a pun battle, it was an open invitation for all the villains (and pun enjoyers), although Batman was sure no one "good" will show up, ¿what idiot will come to a competition organized by the Riddler?

it was impossible that you didn't know about him, you had to live in a town in the middle of nowhere.

Jason was regretting offering help, he wanted to punch (or shoot) villains no the knowledge that THERE ARE TWO OF THEM (although the Twink was cute, Dick agreed)

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Jason: Ha, I'm definitely winning this, Timbo!

Tim: Nah, you don't have a chance, Jay!

Jason: Just admit it, it's okay to be a loser.

Tim: That's not in my vocabulary.

Jason: You talking to me about vocabulary?

Tim: Yes! I'm going to teach you a lesson-

Duke: So, what are they arguing about this time?

Damian: Something childish, no doubt.

Dick: They're on a competition on who can first memorize to the rap of Fancy.

Damian: Ridiculous.

Duke: Why am I not surprised?

Duke: But hey, who we betting on?

Damian: Please. That's the last thing I'll ever do. I'm not betting on those two.

Dick: Well, I'm not going to choose between my younger brothers.

Duke: Well, me too then, I won't choose.

Dick and Duke at the same time:

Dick: My money's on Jason.

Duke: Tim's got this.

Damian: Tt.

[thief-of-eggs]

Damian is definitely the sort to be like: “the celebration of one’s birthday is meaningless. you’ve survived one more year around the sun, and that is all. it is nothing to make a big deal over.”

and then proceed to make a massive deal over any of his family member’s birthdays

[lunamugetsu]

Respond why in the comments/reblogs.

Reblog to help figure out how many people want to weigh in on this.

[ghost-bxrd]

Oooh but after Jason dies, would Dick go back to referring to himself as Talon again? 🥺 and then the gut punch Hood must feel when he hears about this, maybe during a fight before they know Jason is hood, and it just breaks Jason or something?

See, there is so much to play with after Ethiopia, just saying 😙😜😘🫣

Good question!

I mean, it would probably be easier for Dick to do so. Provide him with enough emotional distance to keep functioning long enough to kill the Joker and not fall apart immediately. 🥺

After that I think he would jump between referring to himself as Talon and Dick intermittently, like he did shortly after coming to the manor. But he knows Jason didn’t like him referring to himself as simply “Talon” or “it”, so he’d probably still put in the effort just for that. 😔🦉

So openly calling himself “Talon” would be reserved for highly stressful situations only. For instance, when there’s a strange “Talon” threatening to throw his last surviving fledgling (Tim) off a roof :)))))

[ahfrickenfrick]

duke: we are not that competitive

alfred: *arching an eyebrow* …most of the current rules for games are because of you and master timothy

tim: i don’t think so

alfred: *pulling up a notepad from seemingly nowhere* april of this past year we had to ban first person shooter games until you stopped hacking the game and glitching everyone’s skins

duke: hahaha, yeah damian was pissed he couldn’t change from peter griffin

alfred: don’t think you’re off the hook master duke, as of two months ago you all lost your privileges playing b.s

duke: we are all physically trained to tell when someone is lying, cass was born to do so, suddenly when i figure out a way to get around it, it’s ‘cheating’

tim: YOU WONT TELL US HOW YOU DO IT

duke: and i’m never going to tell

tim: …when we play mario party later i’m going to kick your ass

alfred: *sighing, pulling out a pen* no more mario party-

tim and duke: WHAT NO-

[sweetlyclearchaos]

What pokemon team's would

The batfam have?

[sockich]

We've given our life to this. You can't just bring in others and expect them to be able to do what we can. This one is mine, by the way. Four for me, three for you. I win. What's the point of it if we don't help others and share what we learn? I had him first. That's four for me.

Batman 2022 Annual #1 by Ed Brisson, art by John Timms

[storyglutton]

justice league plays among us the sequel wip

Bruce massaged his forehead. Regardless of the circumstances that led him here, he was surely, steadfastly, assuredly sure that he must be standing in the ninth circle of hell.

“Hey, B,” Clark greeted, beaming brightly like he’d just seen the light of his life, or something as ridiculously sappy as something like that. Bruce fought the urge to shield his eyes from the brightness.

Fine, maybe this wasn’t hell. Purgatory, perhaps.

“Clark,” he acknowledged stiffly. Bruce wasn’t entirely sure how to act– they were in the Watchtower, but they weren’t in for duty. The code name rule sat silently inside Schrodinger's box.

“I’m really glad you decided to allow this to happen again. Even if it was only just for your kids. It was a really helpful de-stressor. Everyone’s been talking about how much more relaxed they’ve felt since the game.”

Bruce grunted. He most certainly was not any less stressed since the game. In fact, he could confidently declare that he was even more stressed than the last time.

“I think everyone’s working a little better together, too,” Clark continued. “It’s a shame John and the others can’t join us this time, so we’ll enjoy it two-fold for them.

Bruce grunted again. It was certainly not a shame, and he was thankful that, for once, not everyone in the League would be able to see him with his children. Not because he was scared of being soft or anything like that, of course. It was for their own safety. Game night with the kids was a life-or-death situation he was certain the League would not be able to handle.

He sighed and slid his helmet on.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he grumbled, as the rest of the players gathered around the League table.

[awhitehead17]

Batfam Alphabet: U - Umbrella 

Summary: In their competitiveness and to help settle an agreement, the Batfam play Game 2 from the Squid Games.

Enjoy! :D

There are occasions, more often than not, when Bruce is sometimes terrified of walking into an already occupied room within his home. He just doesn’t know what is waiting for him on the other side of the door and dreads to think about it, on more than one occasion he’s been scarred by what’s he’s witnessed in the past.

At present, Bruce hesitates to enter the dining hall, he’s stood outside the closed door debating whether he should risk entering or not. He knows the room is occupied, there are low mumbles of various of voices coming from inside the room but that doesn’t help him work out what’s going on so it’s making him reluctant to enter.

Sometimes it’s worse when the room is quiet. When there’s commotion going on such as screaming, yelling and loud bangs Bruce can tell what’s happening (usually it’s two of his kids arguing and fighting) however when it’s quiet it becomes rather unpredictable.

Knowing he needs to enter the room Bruce steels himself and opens the door. He’s a couple steps in before he freezes on the stop surprised by what’s going on.

Sat around the table occupying the chairs are the kids. They were sat looking at one another with expressions of determination and competitiveness on their faces. Slowly making his way around the table was Alfred. His pseudo father is the only one standing as he steps up to each person, holding out a tray to them so they could pick something off from it.

Bruce blinks as he watches Alfred approach all the kids until the tray is empty. Out of everything going through his mind to what kind of scenario he would witness once in the room this is something that wasn’t even in the top 100. Bruce knows he has Alfred to thank for the calmness of the situation, there’s no way the kids would be this calm around each other if the elderly man wasn’t present. Alfred is a gods send, Bruce doesn’t know what he's done to deserve him but he’s forever thankful for the elderly butler.

Once the kids all have picked something from Alfred’s tray, Alfred makes his way over to Bruce and stands by his side. Bruce watches silently as the man gets his phone out and sets a timer for ten minutes.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you know the rules, the shape you have unknowingly chosen is the shape you must remove from the honeycomb without it breaking or cracking.” Alfred announces clearly for the room to hear. “I’ll give you a moment to open your cases to see what you have fortunate or unfortunate enough to pick.”  

Bruce watches, intrigued, as the kids all open up the cases they each have in hand which they had picked from Alfred’s tray. He has absolutely no idea to what is going on and glances at the elderly man for an explanation.

Alfred ignores him for the moment and Bruce catches a smile appearing on his face, before he could question it a loud cheer from the table gets his attention.

Bruce looks over to find Jason cheering with his arms in the air wearing a large grin. The case lays open with the lid placed to the side but it’s too far away for Bruce to see what’s inside it. Next to Jason Steph sighs loudly in what must be relief if the expression on her face is anything to go by. He sees Cass clapping excitedly, clearly pleased with her apparent choice. Dick lets out a long breath but like Steph seems relieved by his choice.

On the opposite side of the table, the others seem to be having the opposite reaction. Duke curses and hangs his head is obvious defeat. Damian’s now wearing a deep scowl to show his displeasure of his choice.

The biggest reaction of them all is the loud thump that follows Tim smacking his head on the table with an almost guttural sound mixed with a whine. After that all the kids erupt in laughter and instantly start teasing Tim about his unfortunate choice. From what Bruce could gather Tim’s clearly drawn the short straw in whatever they’re doing, he half wants to join in on the teasing but at the same time he feels pity for the boy.

Next to him Alfred clears his throat and immediately the room quietens down for him. (Why wouldn’t they all do that when he does that?) Satisfied by the noise level Alfred speaks up, “you have ten minutes to extract your shape, your time starts now.”

Simultaneously all the kids heads drop and they instantly get to work on whatever it is they have to do. Bruce shakes his head in disbelief, he can’t remember the last time he’s seen them all so focused on something as trivial as this. He turns back to Alfred, hoping to finally get an explanation to what’s going on.

“Master Bruce lovely for you to join us. As you can see it’s all rather serious right now.”

“What is going on Alfred?” Bruce asks still perplexed by the whole ordeal.

“They decided to replicate a game from the popular television show Squid Games. I don’t know all the details but they couldn’t come to an agreement on something so they decided to compete against one another in a different nature than usual.

“As you heard, the rules are they must extract the shape made into the honeycomb without breaking or cracking it within the time limit. There are four shapes distributed between them, some harder than others. If more than one succeeds, which is likely, they’ll do another game of another kind until they get one winner.”  

Bruce runs a hand over his face, the shenanigans they come up with…

“Did you make the honeycomb?” He asks Alfred curiously. They must have enlisted in Alfred’s help to make it all fair between them.

Alfred nods. “Indeed I did. I made the honeycomb and pressed the shapes into it before placing them each into the cases. They each then chose one at random not knowing the shape they’ll be getting to make it anonymous and fair choosing.”

Now Bruce is starting to understand the whole situation more. There’s just one or two details he's still missing however. “I’m guessing their reactions are based on the shapes they received. What’s shapes are there? I’m assuming Tim got the hardest one given his reaction.”

“Indeed.” Alfred looks almost mischievous as he answers. “Master Tim was the unlucky one to pick the only one of that shape out of the seven, he’s got the hardest task of them all.”

“And the shapes are…”

“Master Dick and miss Stephanie have each gotten themselves the triangle. One of the two easier shapes to have. Master Jason and miss Cassandra have each selected the circle shape, the other easiest shape to have. Master Damian and master Duke have both found themselves with the star shape. That leaves Master Tim with the trying shape of the umbrella to deal with.”

Bruce winces for Tim. He can now definitely validate Tim’s reaction to finding that out. For another minute Bruce observes his kids, amused by the whole situation. It’s not what he had been expecting but it’s much better than walking in on them trying to kill one another.

As much as he would like to stick around and see who succeeds in their extraction mission and who doesn’t, unfortunately he can’t. He’s got work to do and some of which have tight deadlines attached to it. Bruce moves about the room, receiving what he had initially gone in there for and leaves his competitiveness family to it. He’ll find out the winner later on, it’ll be the only thing they talk about for the next couple of days after all.