#dad jonn

[dc-sideblog]

AU where J'onn J'onzz, who contributed 1.573% of Superboy's DNA but is the last of his kind and misses his dead children, raises Kon

[not-another-robin]

What if J'onn J'onnz adopted the teen titans. What then

[lazerswordweilder]

Nightwing gets hired as a hero for the Justice League, they all know him as the vigilante protector of Blüdhaven and didn’t realise he had a connection to Batman.

They think he’s mind controlling or something because Batman immediately trusts him, then one day they’re in the Batcave and Nightwing walks out of an elevator still half asleep and says ‘morning dad’ and the Justice League all have different reactions

Flash is mad that Batman never told them but also thinking about the implications of this and the jokes he’ll be able to make

Superman is happy that Batman has emotions and is opening up

Jonn has known for years due to mind reading

[leth-writes]

yandere Tim Drake x meta reader part two

summary: we find out more about what life is like now for the reader.

Warnings: The usual for my blog!

Tim had luminous green eyes. They were the most sickly green, almost glowing, you’d ever seen, pale and round and sunken into his skin like you could see the skull beneath his skin. It was like he was secretly a corspe walking around, without a soul. Sometimes you did think he didn’t have a soul.

Tim had basically changed your life completely in the span of a week. He was still the only one in the general population who could really see you, but he introduced you to his family, the Waynes, who were all able to see you as well, though none as clearly as Tim could. It was like there was something in the water that transformed their reasoning and observational abilities; you couldn’t even sneak down to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat without Alfred, the tall, lean family butler, greeting you. Though, most didn’t look you in the eyes. You thought it was because they had noticed how uncomfortable you got at direct eye contact, though Tim continued to stare into your eyes like he was trying to yank your soul out through your face. It was stressful, but you didn’t have any choice; you owed him. He’d got his dad to practically adopt you, letting you stay in the manor and giving you a whole host of things you hadn’t seen since you were a child, including the softest blanket you’d ever felt, and Bruce had gotten you a private tutor named Jonn, who was also able to see you. Jonn’s presence was a soothing balm on your frayed nerves, though you were loathe to admit that Tim was the cause of your anxiety. There was just something about him, afterall.

You had a new family, and things you could leave in your room without worrying they’d get stolen, and cute clothes, and a tutor… it was a better life than you’d ever had before. Yet, you felt guilty. Weren’t you taking too much? So, you approached Jonn one day, asking him to create a bracelet that would limit your abilities and let you be seen. It was the only way to be able to get a normal life and pay back your generous benefactors, though they insisted they didn’t need the gesture of kindness.

Jonn had complied; afterall, it wasn’t too hard to create one off of pre-existing schematics that were commonly used for cases similar to yours. He had gifted it to you in front of the entire family, who clapped and congratulated you. All except Tim, who leant in the corner with his arms crossed, looking out the window with those distant green eyes.

It had only been a week since you got the bracelet when it first went missing. You searched everywhere, high and low, including getting the others in on the search, to no avail. You had only the family bedrooms left to search, though you’d have to be quick. In and out, quick as you could manage, you searched Jason, Dick, and Damian’s rooms. Then you crossed over and searched Bruce and Cass’s rooms. Finally, you knocked on Tim’s door. It was just a formality at this point, you couldn’t imagine him misplacing it. Faced with no response, you opened the door. And spotted the box.

You’d never seen this box before. It was plain, nondescript. A faded grey, it looked slightly aged and well-loved. Pulling off the lid, you found photos. dozens and dozens of photos. Most were of you, though a few were of Tim’s other family members. Dick, Jason, even Bruce all made appearances, clearly going back years before you’d ever met. Hell, some seemed to be from before Jason had even joined the family, and well before Tim had met the Waynes or lost his parents. How did he get these? There were pictures of you sleeping, walking, breaking into buildings and the school library, even changing… most were from before you’d ever met Tim. Underneath it all was your bracelet, pulled apart into small wires and bits.

“Oh, you’ve found the box,” Bruce’s voice rang out from behind you. You whirled around, watching as he shut and locked Tim’s door, staring at you with a clear, blank expression you’d never seen on his normally joyful face. “It’s Tim’s?” You replied, voice trembling.

He sighed, leaning against the door and crossing his arms. “Yes, it belongs to Tim. I know it seems creepy, but you have to understand… Tim isn’t like us. He doesn’t experience emotion in the same way we do, he never learned the normal boundaries of relationships, growing up the way he did. He uses his camera as a way to capture us, to keep us with him, it’s his way of keeping us safe when he can’t act.”

“They’re from before he met me.” You said, voice hard and cold.

“Yes. Tim tends to stake out anyone he finds particularly interesting. That’s why most of the photos are so old. Think of it as his way of doing research. He feels the need to build our family by snatching up people he thinks of as his, moving around the pieces of our lives until we can be safetly integrated. It’s not so bad, you get used to it.” He continued.

“My parents…” You began, almost too afraid to ask.

“Yes. He planted the idea of a surprise move, a new start. They were being haunted by the ghost of a child they’d never known, and Tim needed a way to get you into position. He’s got a very strategic mind.” Bruce supplied, once again adopting that soft smile you’d grown used to. “Don’t worry, he only does it because he cares. You should see what he does to his enemies…”.

Tim Drake saw you in a way no one else had before.

[rqsser]

my apology for taking so long to get new chapters out!!

this takes place in the 80s-90s — around the same time as top gun

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John makes his way through the crowd, searching for at least one face that he could recognize. It’s shore leave for the holidays, a whole month. John could usually wait to see his family, but it’s been well over a year since he’s seen them so he can’t help but be ecstatic. He grins widely when he spots his mother with his younger sister near the back of the families welcoming their friends and family with open arms.

“Mom?” he calls out over the buzzing people. His mother’s head snapped towards him, making eye contact. John waves and pushes through the crowd, smiling all the way. He sees his mom grab his sister’s arm and pull her into the crowd with him, he laughs to himself at the sight of Lily rolling her eyes and trying to pull herself away.

Before he can even look at his family, Jonn is met with a bone crushing hug from both his mother and sister. “John!” Lily yells into his chest.

“Hey, guys. Good to see you, too,” John chuckles as Lily’s arms grow tighter around him before he starts wheezing.

His mom lets go, “C’mon, Lily. Let Johnny breathe.”

The teenager sighs and lets go of her brother, mumbling something under her breath. John snickers and looks around, “Is anyone else—” he cuts himself off. Over his mother’s shoulder, he spots Gale, walking away from the crowd of excited families, alone.

“What, Jonn?” Lily asks, confused.

“Hold this, I’ll be right back.” Jonn shoves his bag into his sister’s arms and jogs over to Gale, his siblings watch.

“Hey, Buck,” John says once he catches up to him, the man in question turns to him.

“Yeah, Bucky?”

“Don’t you have anyone picking you up?” He questions, his eyebrows furrowing.

Gale sighs, “No, I don’t. My dad is somewhere… No idea where, but I’m not important enough for him to pick me up.” John feels horrible when Gale only shrugs at the fact.

Jonn looks at him sympathetically. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” Gale nods.

Jonn strides back over to his sister and mother with an idea. “Okay, so, would it be alright if I bring someone?”

His mom raises an eyebrow at him. “Who?” John points a thumb over his shoulder at his best friend who is standing awkwardly behind them with his duffle bag in hand.

“Him.”

Lily looks around John’s body and squints in the blackness of the night. “It’s too dark, I can’t see him.”

John rolls his eyes and turns around, “Hey, Buck! Come over here!”

Galw blinks. He slowly starts to saunter over to them cautiously, slinging his bag around his shoulder while doing so. “My God, he takes so long,” John says under his breath.

“Yeah, Bucky?” Gale peers at him looking puzzled but still smiling with his shining teeth, his gaze shifts between him and his family, who look quite similar to him. All with brunette mops of curls atop their heads and long legs. Lily looks up at him then quickly looks down at the ground.

“Okay. Mom, Lily, this is my best friend; Buck Cleven, or Gale, I guess. Buck, this is my mom and sister, Wendy and Lily,” John introduces them. John’s mother smiles brightly at Gale and shakes his hand, he then nudges Lily.

She looks up with a shy smile. “Nice to meet you.” John rolls his eyes fondly at her.

Gale grins down at her with a welcoming curve of his full lips, “You too.”

“Anyways, would that be okay, Mom? Would you mind?” John pleads his mom, who grins and nods excitedly.

“I think it would be lovely to host your friend!”

~~

i wrote this so long ago i actually forgot it existed

i have lots of these unfinished drabbles in my docs!!

[haveihitanerve]

some more batfam/bruce being a good dad

Someone reading bruces mind off world (jonn) and thinking hes thinking about the mission or smth, when in reality hes fighting fourteen aliens at once and thinking about what kind of flowers he should pick up on his way home for selina and if barabra cass and steph like flowers and if he brings them flowers should he also get the boys smth and if so should he get them flowers to not seem sexist or would they appreciate not getting flowers for smth more practical and idk it just cracks me up that they think hes being all dark and gloomy and thinking about death and destruction meanwhile bro is thinking about his kids and if they like flowers. 

[lindalofbroome]

14 - Kindness

Allun glanced at [Rowan’s] sad face. ‘The same moon is shining over Rin, you know,’ he murmured, pointing to the sky. ‘Think of that.’

‘It is not worth packing this last piece of toffee, Rowan,’ said Marlie, holding out the package. ‘You could finish it for us, I am sure.’

‘The map should be dry by now. Do you not think so, Rowan?’ asked Jonn casually, at almost exactly the same moment.

Rowan realised that all of them were trying to comfort him in their own way.

ROWAN OF RIN Ch 9 Moving On

wild coincidence rocks up when im having a horrible time but anyway im tired and low energy and couldnt come up with anything creative to represent this moment thats very dear to me, so i just sketched them literally

like theyre all so sweet :’) emotional support adults that do look out for you ;-;

i’ve already ranted about jonn as a good step-dad but like allun and marlie are the cool uncle and aunt <3 i dont have the braincells to articulate it today but i have many feelings

[cinnis]

Ok so I’ve been watching Season 3 of supergirl and just finished episode 5! It’s been mostly pretty good so far! Episode 5 is very gay which I like but everything with jonn and his dad is also very good. Sam remains a delight

[thebestestbat]

Last page of Damage #9.

[ID: Grant Emerson limps away from a destroyed supervillain prison. the supervillains are throwing soap/toilet paper at him and yelling: "Whooooohooo, Damage!" "Up here, son!" "Don't listen to them, kid--I'm your dad! I can prove it!" "Your momma, she was so gooood! Fine woman!" "That's my boy! Come bust daddy loose!" Grant holds his arm and thinks, "It could be them...It could be any of them." End ID]

Last page of Damage #15.

[ID: In the first panel Grant Emerson stands in the middle of four men: Ted Grant (Wildcat), Alan Scott (Green Lantern), Ted Knight (Starman) and Jay Garrick (Flash). Jonn (Martian Manhunter) stands in the background. Ted Grant says, "We'll tell you all about 'em, Grant." Alan says, "And you can carry on." Ted Knight says, "For your father--for all of us." Jay says, "That's right, Grant--The Justice Society is gone. That's the past, and it's only right that it should be. We had our day. But you--"

In the second panel Grant crouches, putting flowers at his birth parents' graves. Jonn stands behind him, and the four men with their images of them in their superhero outfits rising behind them. Jay continues, "--You're our legacy. You and the other young heroes like you-- You're the future!" End ID]

[christopher-bryant]

winn and jonn are 100% jake and holt.

[dailydccomics]

this is so cute pls stop my heart can’t take anymore

Action Comics #1040

[superzr-l]

John be like: fine just go dance with your girl and leave alone, you dumb gay alien

[yesokayiknow]

jacob kane looked at quentin lance and said hm. amateur hour. i can be worse

[unnecessary-database]

J’onn: I haven’t felt this lost since...

Me: last fucking month. Dude you a mess

[i-nail-jello-to-walls]

Space dad giving Alex advice. I missed this

[fandomdojo]

*when Lena stops being bonkers and finally accepts being a super friend*

Lena: you're giving me a sticker.

J'onn: not just any sticker. It's of a cat saying "me-wow"!

Lena: I'm not a pre schooler.

J'onn: fine, I'll just take it back.

Lena: I earned this. Back off.