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[batfamhastwitter]

Part 31! My superpower is that I manage to lose my eraser literally every single time i'm drawing in bed, what's yours?

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[mochioartzzz]

HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH!!!!!

[gothamite-rambler]

Cass and Jason becoming friends (this is my headcanon for my fanfiction you don't have to agree but don't be a gatekeeper)enjoy ya'll!

Cass: Hi Jason.

Jason: Hi, random girl in Bruce’s house.

Cass: I’m his new protege, he is… adopting me. My full name is Cassandra Cain, but I go by Cass or Cassie. My hero's name is Orphan.

Jason sighs, shaking his head.

Jason: I freaking should’ve guessed adoption would be your answer. You even picked the name Orphan.

Cass: It’s a cool name. It’s nice to finally meet you. Bruce has told me many things about you.

Jason: Provably nothing good.

Cass: Hm… You are Jason Todd. Died at 15, revived a few years later. You go by the name Red Hood and distance yourself from Bruce.

Jason: … Um yeah.

Cass squints her eyes, examining Jason.

Cass: Hm, your body is tense, your jaw, slightly clenched. You’re… angry. Who are you angry at? Is it Bruce, he is a good man who made-

Jason: I gotta go!

Cass (waving): Bye Jason!

Jason (wanting to leave as quickly as he can): Bye strange girl. Where does he find these kids?

---A year later---

Jason enters the Wayne Manor, he walks down the hall and walks by Cass Cain who is sitting in the hallway mediating.

Cass: Hi Jason.

Jason: How did you know I walked past you?

Cass (opening one of her eyes): I recognized your footsteps and you wore a cologne that had a distinct Earthy musk when we first met. I peeked a little as well. 

Jason: I should be thrown off by all of that, but I’m not. Hello again strange girl.

Cass: Cass is my preferred nickname, but you're trust issues are still strong. I will let it go for now. 

Jason: What?

Cass (changing the subject): What brings you to the manor? I haven’t seen you around that much.

Jason: I haven’t stepped foot here in a year.

Cass (giggling): I meant outside the manor. You haven’t seen me on missions, but I’ve seen you.

Jason: Has anyone told you you’re great at normal conversation?

Cass: No, because I’m not.

Cass stands up finishing her mediation and walks over to Jason.

Cass: Are you here to meet Bruce?

Jason: Regrettably, yes.

Cass: He’s hiding somewhere, I can take you to him.

Jason (hesitantly): Lead the way.

Cass walks in front of Jason.

Jason: So, has he adopted you yet?

Cass: Yes and with this year passed I have to admit, he’s a good father, ten times better than mine. 

Jason (sarcastically): That’s so great for you.

Cass: Well it’s not just me who matters with this new family. As for you.

Cass spun around, stopping her walking and making Jason stop, he tensed as Cass squinted her eyes to analyze him. She noted the slight clenched fists, a sign of frustration simmering beneath the surface. The tension in his shoulders suggested he was carrying burdens he didn’t want to share. His breathing was uneven, a telltale rhythm of someone trying to maintain composure while grappling with internal chaos. After a moment, she chose to approach him, her manner gentle but direct. Taking a measured breath, she tilted her head slightly and offered him a small, encouraging nod.

Cass: Something's weighing on you, Jason. You don’t have to face it alone.

Jason:  Would you stop doing that to me?

Cass (honest): It’s hard to turn off.

Jason: I’ll just find Bruce myself.

Jason walked past Cass, she frowned, but gave an understanding nod and went down the other end of the hallway.

--- 2 Months Later ---

Cass, mask costume: Hi Red Hood.

Jason: Hi… Orphan girl.

Cass: Just Orphan. I like your hero name and suit, the red motorcycle helmet works for you.

Jason: Um, huh... compliments from this family always throw me off. Thanks though.

Cass: I relate to that, but I mean it. How have you been, Ja- Red Hood?

Jason: I’ve been worse, so yeah doing better.

Cass: Oh that’s good.

Cass notices the man isn’t as tense and his jaw isn’t clenched.

Cass (happy): You are getting better. I’m glad. What changed?

Jason: Um, it’s not important.

Cass: I don’t have to leave for another six minutes. I can listen and not judge.

Jason avoided eye contact with Cass, then pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing in defeat.

Jason: If you must know, I’ve been doing better with my team, the Outlaws. I hate people less and Bruce and I are… not yelling at each other anymore. And that’s all I will tell you.

Cass' eyes softened and she clapped eagerly.

Cass: I haven’t been through your exact situation, but I’ve been through my own… turmoil is the nicest way to describe my childhood. 

Jason: It's not like I’m a total mess or anything. Just... taking things one day at a time.

Cass tilted her head, her patience unwavering. She could sense the layers beneath his dismissive attitude, the way he was almost proud yet hesitant about his progress. 

Cass (clapping happily): That’s good, Jason. One day at a time is a strong way to live. 

Jason finally chanced a glance at her, eyes narrowing slightly. 

Jason: You really think so? 

Her smile widened, and she nodded earnestly.

Cass: I mean it. Every step counts. The fact that you don’t hate everyone is a victory. 

He smirked a bit, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly as her words began to chip away at his walls. 

Jason: Positive reinforcement from you is... weirdly nice. 

Cass laughed softly, the sound lightening the mood. 

Cass: I just want you to know that what you’re feeling is okay. When I was younger, I felt like I had to carry everything alone, but sharing those burdens made them lighter. 

Jason’s expression shifted, curiosity poking through his defenses. 

Jason: So, what happened? 

Cass took a breath, her mind drifting to the dark memories she often tried to keep at bay.

Cass: Bruce and you aren’t on the best of terms at the moment, but people like him, grayson, drake, they helped me trust people again. We don’t spend… time together because you want to keep your distance from them, and that’s okay. Just know that you don’t have to be perfect to deserve support.

Jason: Well, I’m glad that seems to be working for you, but I’m not there yet. 

Cass: And that’s okay too. Change takes time and I think you’re handling things in a healthier manner than you have before.

Jason: Your analysis and conclusion don’t mean a lot to me, but… thanks I guess. Now shouldn’t you be headed out?

Cass: Yes, but take care. I’m not a chatty person, but it was nice chatting with you. See you around?

Jason: Maybe.

Cass: Bye Jason.

Jason: Bye… weirdo.

Cass: Bye Jason.

Jason: Bye… weirdo.

Cass runs off to continue her mission, her energy infectious as she dashes away. Jason watches her go, a smirk starting to form on his lips. He shakes his head, rolling his eyes, but there’s a hint of warmth in his gaze.

---A week later---

Cass: Hi Jason.

Jason looks up from his book.

Jason: Hey Orphan.

Cass: Mind if I sit with you?

Jason: Are you going to talk? I'm reading and rather not have a conversation or you squint your eyes to see how I’m feeling today.

Cass shakes her head.

Cass: Just want to meditate. There’s a bunch of guests around the manor, it conflicts with the whole focus and silence for mediation. I feel like you’re the type that isn’t much for conversation.

Jason: Most times. You can sit.

Cass smiles and sits down on the ground, closes her eyes and takes slow deep breaths. Jason notices, smiling and then returning to his book.

Two weeks later

Cass: Hi Jason.

Jason: Hey Cassandra.

Cass perks up at him calling her by her name.

Cass: Sorry to bother you, I know you're just visiting to get some money from Bruce.

Jason: And borrow some groceries.

Jason takes a jug of milk out of the fridge and puts it in his backpack.

Cass: Good one, but um can I ask you a question?

Jason: Sure.

Cass: Do you still kill people? Is that your… is that what you continue to resort to for those you see as worthless of life for their crimes? There's no other option? Be honest, we haven't been around each other a lot, I want to know.

Jason: Wow, that is something I didn't think you'd ask.

Jason closes the fridge door.

Jason: I only kill murderers and rapists. Ones who deserve it, would toss their mother under a train. They don't deserve remorse, a second chance, a nice cushy jail cell. They deserve a bullet in the head. I'm an unlicensed executioner, the ones that Arkham never uses. Why are you asking?

Cass: I'll explain in a second. You would shoot an assassin then? One whose job it is to kill. A hitman per se. No matter the creed, gender or age? You-

Jason (annoyed): Where are you going with this?

Cass (nodding resolute): Okay.

Cass opens up the kitchen drawer and pulls out a giant butcher knife. She hands it to him.

Cass: Go ahead, stab me?

Jason (confused): What?

Cass: You think you're the only one who's killed? My father didn't just have me shoot dummies to become an assassin and I wasn't trained to shoot bloodthirsty criminals either. I was told never to speak, show emotion, study the target's body language and kill them.

Jason stares at the girl wondering why she's telling him this

Cass: I put a bullet through many bodies, and 9 times out of 10, ones who didn't deserve it either. Then Bruce saved me. If I am not worth a second chance, though make it quick, preferably in the stomach, that might be quick. Unless you want it to be slow. Oh or the back? I got a pretty bony back.

Jason: I'm not stabbing you.

Cass: Why not? I break your code, correct? Oh I should get Stephanie as well. She made a few kills when her father had her.

Jason: What? Back up. I'm not doing that.

Jason puts the knife down.

Cass: You need a gun? We should head outside then.

Jason: Would you stop! You were young when you did that, that wasn't by your own choice. 

Cass: How many out there do you think go through the same struggles? 

Jason: That's not-

Cass: Jason, I get there are remorseless sickos out there and honestly for a rapist I won't be upset if they happen to die, but that shouldn't be your only option, because with each kill you lose a part of yourself. Your heart becomes colder.

Cass places her hand on Jason's chest.

Jason (jokingly): That's my udder you're touching.

Cass: Coping with humor, I like it. Seriously though, you've heard this lecture from Bruce, I've eavesdropped on that shouting match. You don't have to follow his code to the dot... Honestly in his early days I heard he didn't. He was young and here you are, young, starting out, think of alternative options over BANG BANG! 

Cass laughs at her joke. Jason smiles confused.

Jason: I make no promises I will accept your fluffy reasoning, but maybe… maybe. And stop being weird, you held your hands out and everything.

Cass: I was trying to be dramatic. It worked didn't it?

Jason: You're just lucky I tolerate you.

Cass: Tolerable is better than hate. See, you're coming around.

Jason: Whatever, I have to meet up with Bruce. I'll see you around?

Cass: Better not be with an AR-15.

Jason (joking): I'm not legally allowed to own those in Gotham. 

With that he leaves with his snacks and a little respect for Cass. Cass grabs the knife, flips it, catches it and places it back in the kitchen drawer.

[kazbrekkeriselite]

Damian: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-  Dick : A doll.  Tim: A cinnamon roll.  Jason: A sweetheart.  Damian: Damian: ...stop it.

[nefarious-616-necromancer]

[iwannabealice]

jason: i think we should get a divorce

steph: what are you doing?

jason: just practicing

steph: why are you already planning your hypothetical divorce?

jason: i don't know. i'm getting old, i think i'm having a mid-life crisis

steph: you don't even have a girlfriend

jason: hypothetically divorce me

steph: okay, then i'm hypothetically taking half your assets

jason: well, you didn't sign the hypothetical prenup

jason, to duke: it's called a prenup, right?

duke: yeah, it's a prenup, and you DID hypothetically sign one

steph: who the fuck is this guy?

duke: i'm his hypothetical lawyer in this divorce case

steph: well, then, i'm taking the hypothetical kids

steph, to tim: right? we can get those, right?

tim: yes, we can definitely get the hypothetical kids, don't worry about it

jason: who the fuck is this hypothetical fucking idiot? a hella fucking nerd idiot

tim: wow, that is a lot of hypothetical insults. i need to keep these on for continuity because i look like the other lawyer

steph: this is MY hypothetical lawyer, and we have been hypothetically sleeping with each other

jason: how could you hypothetically do this to me?!

steph: because you hypothetically are an alcoholic!

[tarta-de-limon]

Damian is physically unable to draw Tim. Change my mind.

[vespertilionis]

During Jason’s crime lord era

Dick: “I’ve pinpointed all the locations where Jason was sighted. Maybe there’s a pattern and we can see where he’ll turn up next.”

Bruce, staring at the map, very clearly spelling “fuck you”: “…There certainly is a pattern.”

[myimaginarymary]

Sometime in Gotham:

Jason Todd [on the phone]: How did the Joker die?

Damian Wayne [on the phone]: Cats ate his face.

Jason Todd: Damian, I think you’re confused. I’m asking about the Joker.

Damian Wayne: Cats ate his face.

Jason Todd: Look, would you just put Dick or Tim on the phone?

Dick Grayson: Hello?

Jason Todd: Dick, what happened to the Joker?

Dick Grayson: Cats ate his face. Here, Damian knows more about it than I do.

(Source: Malcolm in the Middle)

[refloralisation]

my firm and very sincere belief that the wayne family initiation orientation docket has many points, and addendums but the one on the top is:

"Don't start shit with Duke. God as his witness, he won't start shit but he WILL end it. "

and why?

because duke doesn't give even half a fuck, he can and will e v i s c e r a t e you.

Jason steals the last cookie? "no wonder your mom sold you out, you stupid bitch. not even death could bear you so you're back trying to make the rest of miserable. loser bitch. i'll crowbar your fucking face."

Tim makes a snarky, harmless joke at his expense? "Your mom probably drank that poison in Hawaii to get away from you. The constant flying about wasn't enough. She needed to get off the literal existential plane. all those times you thought you're a burden and no one loves you? you were right. fear toxin aint showing you your worst fears, its showing you the fucking truth. loser virgin. get the fuck out of my face"

so on and forth. Not even Bruce or Alfred are spared. Duke won't know proportional response if it hit him in the face. Regularly, daytime villains send batman complaint letters (!!!) about the signal, because damnit they're just robbing banks, no need to bring up their mommy issues into it??? with Duke, there is no passive there is only aggressive. You won't think it, looking into his warm brown eyes and his lovely, easy smile. but you will know it. by god, if you start shit, you will know it.

[ghoulysaphomet]

yeah, tim. watch your words

ignore that i cant count im too lazy to edit it now woops

psst.... damian designed dick a ponysona... which is totes the 4th panel... i didnt forget it no.....

think this is funny? check out the fanfic "Batchat" by Saphomet that inspired it!

[erinwantstowrite]

while im here im going to try and convince you guys to write more "Tim Drake joining the Batfam late" aus because it's underrepresented

like, i love the fics where he joins early. that's cute! but a fic where he joins late for whatever reason??? i eat it up like a cat starved for attention. i want Tim Drake being the "perfect" heir to Drake Industries and being known as the polite, well adjusted young man that everyone knows. and then turn around and find out that Tim has not only been stalking the Bats under their radar since he was, what, 9 years old? but on top of that, he's started solving cases that they can't get to. Tim who stalked so hard he learned where they learned their martial arts and went "backpacking across europe" only to have actually been learning from Shiva. Tim who has become an urban legend to the Batfam because they can't tell if this vigilante exists or not, since they never catch him, they don't have footage on him, etc. Or if they DO know him, they don't even think to put Tim Drake in the suspect pool because Tim Drake whined for an hour when he broke a nail at a charity event once. the kid is smart, sure, but he's not going out at night fighting crime and solving cases that Batman didn't know about yet.

even better if Tim named his vigilante persona an adjacent name to the Robin mantle. him knowing he can't BE Robin (perhaps Jason hadn't died in this au) but he could be a hero that helps them from the shadows

and obviously he makes a mistake of some kind... maybe he saves someone at an event as Tim Drake and Bruce sees how little hesitation he had. or maybe he gets injured and can't get up himself, and that's when a Bat or a Robin or someone finds this vigilante they almost thought was a myth: bloody, broken, and needing help. pick him up and take him home and then there are endless possibilities to what happens next but the ending BETTER be Tim finding his home with his people

[gothamite-rambler]

Previously on Cass and Jason becoming friends (this is my headcanon for my fanfiction you don't have to agree but don't be a gatekeeper) Enjoy ya'll. ---3 weeks later--- Bruce Wayne: He needs more bat friends and I need to get updates on his life. The boys won't work, Stephanie? No. Cassandra Cain, walks up to Bruce and taps him on the shoulder. He turns around. Cass, waving: Hi Bruce. Bruce: Hello Cassandra ... Cass! You'll work! Cass: Work for what? Bruce: You remember meeting my son, really tall, kind of around my height, white hair in the middle, you said hi to him, he questioned why I kidnapped you... when I didn't kidnap you. Cass: Oh Jason. Yeah, he's withdrawn from others, but we've chatted a few times. His eyes showed sadness when we first met, but the second time his jaw was less clenched and he only called me a weirdo. Then one time I told him he could stab me to discuss why killing those he personally seems as irredeemable can be flawed. Bruce: Okay that's good- You what?! Cass: Don't worry, he never did it. Bruce: Yes, but why- I'll discuss this later, I need you to do something with him for me. Cass: You want me to befriend him? Bruce: No I- Oh yes I want you to do that, but genuinely. I think you two would work... As... Friends. I'm not good at friends, but Clark sees us as 'best buddies'. Don't be annoyingly chipper. Cass: Like Clark? Bruce nods. Cass shrugs: I would actually like to become friends with Jason. He's been through a lot and I want to show him the kindness that was deprived from him for a long time by certain people. You don't have to concoct a plan, I'll simply continue being my usual self. Bruce crosses his arms satisfied, but then realizes something. Bruce: Wait, I gave him kindness! I pay him 5000 a month! Cass: Which is your way to show love, no worries Bruce, you're a good father in your own way. Cass leaves Bruce's house to meet with Jason, texting him from the number she was able to get from Barbara.

---Later the same day---

Cass, civilian clothes: Hi Jason. Jason looks away from his phone, checking his right side to see the short black haired girl not behind him, but on his left side. Jason: You switched places. Hi Cass, what did you call me for? Cass: Bruce wanted us to meet up. He thinks we'd make good friends. Want to get frozen yogurt? My treat.  Jason: In any other situation I'd say no, but I tolerate you the most. Cass (smiling sweetly): Aww that's good to hear.  Let's go, I know this place called Pink Berry. Steph took me there once. You can get strange toppings. What's your favorite flavor? Jason and Cass walk. Jason thinks about what to say. Jason: Mint chocolate or strawberry. Cass (bumping her arm against Jason's): You can mix the flavors there. Jason: Cool. Cass giggles. Jason (smirking): That wasn't a pun. Cass: Are you sure, pun-isher? Jason (jokingly): You're ridiculous.

---At PinkBerry---

At PinkBerry Jason got as he said he liked Strawberry and Mint Chocolate. Cass got French Vanilla with cookie toppings. Cass: All right, Bruce wanted me to check your welfare as well. Mind if I ask a couple questions? Jason: Not at all. Cass pulls out a notepad that Jason recognizes is Bruce's and he chuckles. Cass: Mental health? Jason: Not as bad as before. Don't cuss out people on the road anymore. Cass: Have you made friends? Jason: Yes. Cass: Number? Jason: 3 currently. Cass: You have a partner? Jason: Had partners. Cass: For that option he wrote, ask how many and if he's been safe? Jason: Not disclosing the number, Yes I've been using protection. Cass: Are you physically healthy? Jason: Yes. Cass: What do you use the money he sends you every month for? Jason: 30% percent I save, the 70 percent none of his business. Cass: Still mad at him? Jason: Not as much, but I don't like being around him.  Cass: Then under that he lists Tim, Dick, and Damian. Jason: Care for all of them. Stephanie is growing on me. Cass (with a smile): And me? Jason: I tolerate.  Cass: And? Jason: Wow, you really like him. I will say I care about you a little bit. Cass: I'm glad. All right, he wrote a lot more, but I'll conclude with this: Are you doing better than you were years ago? Jason (after thinking about the right answer): Yes. Cass: Good.  Cass and Jason eat their frozen yogurt enjoying their time together. ---2 months later--- Cass: Hi Jason. Jason: Hey Ca- Oh My God that’s an awesome suit! Cass looks over her black bat suit and claps eagerly.

Cass: Thank you, it is Batman inspired. Is it okay to mention that?

Jason (nods): You make it work.  Cass: Hm… Jason: What do you notice about me this time? Cass: You look content. How have you been? Jason: How have I been? How have you been? Tell me what’s going on with Cassandra. Cass: Oh, I- A lot if you’re willing to listen. Jason: I’m free now. Cass, happy: As am I. You genuinely do look happy. Jason, smiling: I am, you seem to be happy too. One question though, how do you breathe in that suit and not break a sweat? Cass (taking a power pose): Sheer determination and being a bad ass. Jason: Oh facts, that's why I wear my helmet.  Two weeks later: Nightwing: Is everyone here? Where’s Orphan? Cass: I’m here. Dick Grayson jumps, jumping into Jason’s arms. Cass: I arrived a few minutes ago, got distracted, back again. Hi Jason. Jason drops Dick Grayson. Jason: Hi Cass it’s good to see you, I didn’t say hi to you earlier. So I’m saying it now. Cass: Thank you. It's good to see you. Tim Drake, crosses his arms: He’s not that nice to me. Cass: Oh Jason can we do that hand hug we practiced? Jason: For you, just once. Cass claps eagerly. The two clasp their hands together and give them a little squeeze. Cass: Now you have my positive energy! Jason: No take it away. Jason and Cass laugh as their siblings look on confused. After the mission ends. Cass: I’m off, bye Jason. Jason: Bye Cass. Cass runs off with Tim following behind. Nightwing: That was the nicest I’ve seen you be to a bat kid. Jason: Yeah, she’s neat. Nightwing: Oh wow, she's neat? You actually like her. That's sweet. How long did it take her? Jason: About a year and a half. Nightwing: That's a record. Did you know she's older than you? Jason: Really? Nightwing: Yup, a few months, but she’s strange at times. Bruce likes her, says she’s a mini him. Jason: Huh… that’s not true. I like her, she’s been through way more than him and she smiles more. Although I died, which means I have more struggles, she's close though. Nightwing laughs, patting Jason on the back and heading out of the area with him.

[batfamhastwitter]

Part 7! Next part with more of Bruce, Ollie, and more's reactions will be out soon!

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[murdockbuckley]

no one can convince me brucie wayne isn't the type of celebrity to have released his own songs and so he appears as a guest judge on singing shows and it's always incredibly funny

and everyone thinks he's songs are going to be terrible but they're actually really fucking good

when he's pre-children it's just his vocals and piano playing, sometimes alfred makes a cameo with an instrument or two

then he starts adopting and slowly his songs start to gain new instruments and voices, they start branching into different genres

and some of the songs are really silly and obviously written as jokes by his children, some are heartfelt and heartbreaking

and anytime anyone in his family brings him lyrics he produces and releases the songs no matter what (this includes any of his close friends)

of course any profits gained from the songs are funded to different charities, all specifically chosen by whoever created the song - or if bruce created the song they all chose a different charity and let a spinny wheel pick

oliver queen often challenges bruce to music competitions, knowing he'll lose, just so they can compete and see who can raise more money

[iwannabealice]

clark: i met this boy last night that seemed to really hate you

bruce: that could be anyone, what did he look like?

clark: tall, white, dark hair, really big-

bruce: ah, that’d be jason. my son