#detective comics fanfiction

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

I always have to smile at myself when I read a fanfic in which Bruce immediately catches Jason after he hits with his tire iron.

I get why fanfic writers do it, so they can move the plot along without having to write the chase after Jason or the scene when they do talk in the condemned building that Jason sleeps in. I get it.

But I always have to think about canon then.

Because not only did Jason manage to run away from Batman.

He also called him a 'big boob'.

I repeat. He gets caught jacking the tires. Tries to deny it. Hits Batman with a tire iron, runs away and insults him.

This 12-year old did something that every rogue would never even dream of.

[kettlefire]

DP x DC Angst Prompt

Inspired by the song Preacher by Roe Kapara

"This is a distress signal from Amity Park Illinois." A scared teen girl was the face to meet the staticy camera. Red hair pulled up in a messy bun, tear stains clear on her face, eyes rimmed red.

All options were running out. They had two days, two days before the hunt began. Two days before they lose everything.

A distress signal, broadcasted on loop, over and over again to any frequency they can get their hands on with the limited equipment they had.

"This Friday, at 3:15am, my town is going to make an irreparable mistake."

A soft clang rang from somewhere of screen, but that didn't shift her attention.

"My town, my home, has fallen to the manipulation of a deranged woman."

A choked sound came from off screen, sounds uncomfortable close to a sob.

"Amity Park has always been disconnected from the rest of the world. A small town, in it's own small world. Things have been happening here for the past two years, and now..."

She paused, glancing off screen before wiping her face.

"Now we aren't enough to save it. We did took too long to notice the cancer that was spreading. The hysteria combined with fear of the unknown that drove out town to follow her.

My name is Jasimine Fenton, I'm here with my father Jack Fenton. My mother, Madeline Fenton, is the reason the world might be facing war."

The video footage grew worse, static starting to over take the image and the audio.

"Dad, we're losing it!"

"Sorry Jazzy-bear" The new voice clearly came from a man, even if he stayed clear of the camera view. A moment passed before it was fixed.

"We don't know how long we gave before they find us, but... My baby brother Danny Fenton is going to be brutally hunt down Friday morning.

There's no time to put all the information needed in this signal, but I'm begging anyone who sees this. Please send help.

Anyone who has spoken against the plan has been imprisoned, the only ones from the team that's fear is us."

Jazz let out a shaking breath, staring off screen for just a moment before coming back, fresh tears rimming her eyes.

"All Danny every wanted to do was protect his home, and all he got in return was pain and hatred. Please, you might not know us, but you need to know. Danny holds a high position with in the ghostly realm.

Whatever you want to call it, the ghost zone, the infinite realms, or purgatory. Doesn't matter, all you need to know of the living kill Danny, the ghosts will rage war."

A heavy thud filled the room, the camera seemed to shake at the sound. Fear filled Jazz's face.

"Dad, they-"

"It's okay Jazz, finish the recording, they can't get in yet."

Jazz nodded, moving toward the camera. She seemed to cup it in her hands and tried to speak over the loud thud that continued to penetrate the area.

"We're running out of time, I hope this reaches someone somewhere. More than anything, I hope this reaches the Justice League.

Reaches them before Friday. Before the world is in true danger. Danny is the only link to peace between worlds. Don't let a woman driven by hatred be the end."

This time instead of a thud, it sounded more like a crack. The camera shifted and a view of a large man built like a tank was caught. A strange gun in one hand, and what looked like a strange grenande in the other.

"Jazzy-Bear, there's an escape tunnel in the back. Go, I'll hold them off as long as I can."

"No! I'm not leaving you!"

"Jazz-"

"No. I don't care, I'm no use to anyone by myself. We need to stick together."

"Jasimine-"

"I'm setting the recording to loop."

"Honey-"

Loud crash broke through following another crack. Heavy footsteps followed. Voices screamed through the air.

Jazz's face filled the screen completely as gunfire could be heard.

"Please send anyone, I can't lose my baby brother too."

And just like that, the screen went black. Barely a couple seconds passed before the screen lit up again.

The video starting from the beginning. Hoping for anyone to view it.

A cry for help cycling through an endless loop until it found it's self broadcast for the League.

[remarcely]

Rumors start when Batman is seen entering a room at Wayne Manor, halfway through a gala, and five minutes later a ruffled looking Bruce Wayne exits, hastily rebuttoning his shirt

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

I dont know if this already exists in Canon, but what if Damian, born as a weapon and placed on the path of supervilliany from birth, convinced Batman to start a series of Justice League programs rehabilitating the children of villians and the like

Kind of like a Young Justice/ Teen Titans but for the edgier crowd. Theres even a program for children who are somewhat there against thier will (like juvie or a Court mandated therapy/ community service thing)

Long story short people can just come to an JL owned building and register regardless of where they come from or who they are.

So Cloud, who due to his trauma and torture has the mental and emotional intelligence of a 15 year old and his planet (don't ask) transformed him into an physical 15 year old to stabilize him, applied to have better control over his violent urges and other Jenova based problems.

He also applied the Remnants-Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz-who are old like 5 year olds now- into the program for the younger more violent children using his place as thier Big Brother to authorize it.

Cloud wasn't too pleased to find out that someone would be fostering him and the triplets due to them essentially being underage and orphans (he didn't think about that) and he's nervous about his weekly therapy appointments as well. His history with scientists and doctors is a long and traumatic one.

Danny Fenton applies when his parents were killed by an invention exploding and writes about Vlad Masters being a supervillian who has tried to kidnap and torture him into compliance and is his godfather plus his history facing off against his evil future self created by Vlads meddling. Since Danny is like 15 he will also be placed in a foster program

He might also eventually convinced Dani to join the Teen Titans or the Young Justice

Other crossover ideas work with this too

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

Tim's father was ill.

It was something that even a child would have seen: he had started to forget things, stare into space, and suddenly change his mood. Despite his wife's insistence, Jack refused to go to the doctor, saying he was just tired.

It wasn't tiredness: months later, when he finally decided to go to a doctor, the diagnosis was a brain tumour. It's not common among people this young, but it can happen.

His father rebelled against the diagnosis as he had done with all those old professors who didn't believe in his research.

He fought tooth and nail, like a Drake, because there was no way he would give up.

All in vain: he had arrived late.

However, if there was one thing the Drakes had learned from years of archaeological digging and world travel, it was that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of by man.

And his mother had always had a knack for deals. Janet was skilled, the real brains of the couple, and when necessary, she took matters into her own hands.

When her husband was dying, she did just that: she took matters into her own hands and decided to do the impossible.

She decided to make a pact with a fae. In a world where Amazons, demigods, aliens, and whatnot saved the world regularly, a deal with a magical being was also pretty par for the course.

His mother got a great deal, getting the most while giving up the least.

Jack would live, recover completely, and live to a ripe old age. The price was minimal: Tim.

Thus it was that at nine years old Tim found himself serving as a servant in the Unseelie Court, uncertain how much time had passed since he had been sold by his mother.

(“You will stay with them for a short time,” she told him before they took him away.

“Until you come of age, then you will come back with us. You are doing a lot for us, Timothy.”)

Tim didn't know how much time had passed, but he was still nine years old, and the fae didn't seem willing to let him go anytime soon. He was almost resigned to his fate, when one day, someone new was brought to the Unseelie Queen: Bruce Wayne. Batman was there.

And if Batman was there, Tim had some chance of escaping. It was a risky gamble, and there was no certainty that the plan would work. But what else did he have to lose? His life? That had already been sold.

(Bruce had just lost Jason, had fallen into a trap and was now risking a marriage to a magical being. He had to escape before the wedding was celebrated, or he will be stuck there forever. His only ally is a painfully young child who shouldn't be there. Bruce will be damned if he lets another child die because of him.)

[sharkksee]

THE BIRD AND THE CAT !!

──── Damian Wayne x Thief!Reader. 934 words. Part one here.

He had let you go. You escaped thanks to him, he didn't use violence, he didn't chase you, he didn't send you to the police. He let you go, he easily let you go with all those bills of your goal. Why? Why did you have to steal his heart?

He can't think about that, not when it's about you. You are a criminal, he should put you behind bars. But he knows he can't, and you know it too.

“You haven't been stealing in a while, fleabag.” Damian spoke coldly as he watched you approach a window that you silently opened of the jewelry store, preventing you from even entering.

His eyes look at you penetratingly, analyzing your every move. Is it attraction you feel? He can't feel that, not with a thief like you. He is Robin, he is a hero, not a hypocrite like Batman.

You turn around, seeing the young man in the Robin costume behind you. You sigh with disapproval and descend from the window that you failed to interrupt, landing on the ground.

“Oh, my bad.” You say, with a hint of sarcasm, as you leans towards the boy, attentively. “I returned to action because I knew you would come, little bird.”

His eyes watched you and studied you for a few moments, his gaze was curious, but he continued to hide it. “Were you waiting for me?” Damian asked calmly, the smile on his face becoming more subtle but more threatening, he didn’t trust someone like you.

“Yes, I was waiting for you.” You said as you walked until you were in front of him, as if you were challenging him to a duel, as if you weren't afraid of him. Because you know that, despite his attempts to catch you, he will never dare let you go to the police. This is a game that will only continue if he lets you get away with the robbery with dirty hands.

“You know, you really should leave the stealing for people.” Damian said with a confident tone. But his curiosity was winning over him.

The young hero enjoyed the fact that, despite his best efforts, the thief could escape his watchful gaze, and that the more he thought about you, the less sense it made. You seemed like the type of character he would despise the most, yet something drew him towards you, sending shivers down his spine.

“Nah, It's obvious you adore me, admit it.” You smirked at him. “You can't get bored of me.”

“You’re wrong, cat.” Damian said, looking at you intently, his words sounded cold and harsh. Damian’s voice had completely changed when he addressed you directly. He seemed unapproachable and intimidating, yet something else lurked beneath his gaze. Perhaps the little thief wasn’t as bad as he thought.

As if he couldn't do anything else but look into your eyes, he was hypnotized by their color beauty. He wanted to look away, but something about them was calling his name. He was confused, but he liked it.

“Ah, is that so?” You smile as he took a step closer to Damian, who remained still in his same spot, not moving. Damian stares at you. He watches your movements, and it seems to him that you are doing it on purpose to make him feel jealous, to make him lose your concentration. He's not sure, but the little smile on your face is adorable. “Your mouth says one thing, but your mind says another.”

He tried to hide his attraction, and failed miserably. His heart was racing as he got closer to you, his movements becoming slower. For a moment, he wondered what it would be like to kiss you, to hold you in his arms. The idea was so appealing, so strange…

“Don't think you can trick me, cat,” Damian said, calmly, barely moving a muscle. There was nothing he wanted more than to kiss you, he couldn't deny that his heart was beating at a furious pace. He wanted to do something more than just kiss you and let you go.

“How does this game end? Does the thief finally get captured and sent to the police, or does the criminal escape with the hero's heart?”

“Why don’t we find out?” You leaned closer, your breaths touching the other's face with an intoxicating softness. Damian's mind was bursting with questions, were you doing that to distract him? Or was this a real scene, beneath the veil of crime alley?

His body trembled, and he felt his heart beating wildly. You were beautiful as you leaned forward, closer to him. The heat of your breath was something else, that was it, he couldn't resist you anymore.

Damian’s heart raced, he closed his eyes and captured your lips with his own. He moved his hands to your hair and let himself go, kissing you passionately, he could no longer hold back, and that scared him. His feelings for you were real, and they weren't supposed to be.

You had captured him without even realizing it, you had conquered his heart. He knew this was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so damn right. The feeling was new to him, he never felt this way for anyone. Was there something more? Was it possible that he really liked you?

Damian opened his eyes slightly, looking at you, damn. He was doing what he swore he would never do. He was letting the thief steal his heart.

“You know what they say, little birds like you aren't too hard to catch.”

“Just shut up, fleabag.”

[finzphoenix]

A certain scene from the fanfiction Cat & Mouse, written by the lovely @caesariawritesstuff who also happens to be the one who commissioned this wee thingy. If Riddler/reader is your cup of tea, do check out their fic, it makes for an fantastic read! 🖤🤍

OC (c) caesariawritesstuff

Art (c) Finzphoenix

[greeeengoblin]

Best batman comic change my mind.

[rad1og1rl]

“you’ll never need to lift a finger again, just let me take care of you.”

bruce stared back at you, pleading being something he wasn’t used to. he didn’t want to plead. he wanted to demand. he wanted this to go his way. “no,bruce. i don’t need you to take care of me. i’m a doctor for crying out loud. i take care of other people. and i can’t do my job if i’m stuck with you, or stuck in this mansion. i am leaving.” came your reply, hissing it due to your annoyance with his antics as of late. “y/n, you don’t understand. the world has doctors. gotham has doctors. traveling or underground. gotham doesn’t need you. the world doesn’t need you, not like i need you.” still gripping your hand, he yanked you forward and swung you down on his couch, slamming you onto your backside. quickly attempting to sit up, bruce halts the movement by pinning you down , his arms on either side of you head, caging you in. “what the hell bruce? are you serious? of course gotham needs me, and it’s not just gotham. and how dare you undermine my work, that i worked so damn hard for. i had no help whatsoever bruce. i wasn’t a trust fund kid like you, asshole. i am a doctor, not a goddamn housewife. you cannot keep me here.”

“i can keep you here no matter what. you don’t realize how important you are do you? you being my partner, is more important than being a doctor will ever be. you are going to stay in this manor and that’s final.” bruce’s knuckles turned white, his form imposing above you.

“bruce, you’re terrible. you knew what you were getting into when we met. you knew i was a doctor, one of the best in gotham. and yet you’re trying to keep gotham from getting the medical help it always needs?? i don’t get it with you. you’re supposed to be batman and yet you’re being selfish by trapping me here. “

“i know i’m being selfish, but so are you. you don’t realize the power you have over me, how weak i am to you. you are my weakness. and therefore, you need to be protected. do you know what villains like the joker would do to you if they were able to get their hands on you??” “i have a pretty good idea, but i also know that if we separate they wouldn’t need to target me. if we cut each other off, there’s no need. and i can cut you off easy. and replace you even easier. you need to realize this .”

[ivyppoison]

CIGARETTES AFTER SEX

pairing : jason todd x gn!reader ( unless fem!reader is specified ♡ )

sypnosis . . .

note : so, i've been feeling a dangerous level of angst recently, so of course i had to write something to let my feelings out. also, i've been obsessed w jason todd so i decided maybe i could make some angst fics w him because i feel a relationship with him would be so emotional ( in more of a good way than a bad day ). i've also been obsessed w cigarettes after sex so it just made sense yk?!! here's a little insight into my brain ── yours truly, maxine ♡♡

#. dc masterlist. | main masterlist.

K.

Each Time You Fall In Love

Sunsetz

Apocalypse

Flash

Sweet

Opera House

Truly

John Wayne

Young & Dumb

taglist : . . .

[pixiatn]

Duke has untapped potential both in canon and fanfiction it's crazy y'all dont use him more often like bruh. When he and his parents where kidnapped by the Joker they were dressed up EXACTLY like the Wayne's and Bruce was horrified

Like bro, it's never brought up again but this is MWAH, perfect angst/fanfic material

A Joker Junior!Duke au where Joker recreates Batsy's origin then turns Duke into his "Robin"/Son to fuck with Bats (y'know for the goofs), a Reverse Robin au where Dukes the first Robin and Bruce not only has to relive his trauma but much like with Dick, help a young boy avenge his parents so he doesn't become like him, even just having Duke and Bruce be a bit closer despite Duke not being around that long bc of this event and the similar traumas they have to work through

[kettlefire]

The Batfam spent days waiting for Danny's first Tabloid. Each and every member of the family, official or unoffical, has had one made for them.

It was like a initiation at this point. You were finally seen as a part of the Wayne family when a tabloid is made. Especially if it mentions the Wayne name.

Everyone's excitement for it died the moment they read the title. All cheers and celebrations for the newfound member withered away into dust.

"New Wayne Family Friend, Danny Fenton Secretly Ghostly Hero Phantom!?"

It was go time after that. Everyone pulling every idea and possible favor they could cash in, to figure out how to spin this. Spin it in a way that the citizens of Gotham wouldn't give this reporter a second thought.

They hadn't expected for Danny to just lazily glance over it, laugh, and pretend it wasn't a problem. They definitely didn't expect the reason and excuse that the teen gave.

"Wes Weston? Of course, no one's gonna believe him, not with the stalking chargers and restraining orders."

The concern just left them for a moment, because thankfully this can all be brushed away by exposing the reporter's criminal history against Danny.

But then, it all comes flooding back because....

Stalking??

Restraining order???

Danny has a Stalker???

Had or has???

Is this a problem?

Do they need to pay someone a visit?

[mayapapaya33]

Dream's hypothetical reaction to the events of episode 7

Can you even IMAGINE Dream's reaction to Charles succeeding in saving Edwin from Hell?! After everything that happened to his son and daughter in law? (or almost but not quite daughter in law? Did she die before or after they tied the knot, I can't remember).

It's going to be raining in the dreaming for a month!

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Au where all the ghosts hide thier real names on instinct, not only because knowing a ghosts name gives you power over them but because you could use thier name to potentially find thier grave through magic or Google.

Once you find thier bones there's no shortage of what you could do.

Due to the nature of Embers obsession she isn't able to hide her name and during a fight she reveals to Phantom she lives in a constant state of anxiety fearing someone might find her body and use it against her

Phantom knocks on her door a week later with not only her body but her entire casket floating behind him. She's oddly touched. This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her. Word, of course, spreads of this and other spirits ask him to do the same for them and are willing to make deals

Another week later Batman is investigating all the robbed graves and trying to figure out wtf is going on

Edit: Yes the removal of the caskets cause the graves to sink in and thats how Batman is alerted to the issue. I had left this as an implication but felt the need to clarify due to people talking about it in the notes.

Edit 2: You could also have a grave keeper see Phantom stealing caskets and alert authorities. Whats more this is likely happening in more than just Gotham. You could also have another ghost/ a magic user see this super powerful spirit robbing graves and being like, "Well that seems ominous. I should tell someone about that."

Please forgive me for adding more, I have no control over myself

[remarcely]

Sleeping Robin

Since his arrival at Wayne Manor, it had been remarkably difficult for Damian to feel comfortable expressing his feelings, especially when it came to something so menial as affection. Dick had been the first to wear him down, constantly encouraging hugs and sharing his feelings, but it had taken time.

As emotionally volatile as the whole family was, they knew pushing for results would only scare the boy off. It had taken months for Damian to stop standing rigidly still whenever Dick did hug him and allow himself to hold him back.

So, when Robin was visiting the Watchtower for his third time and had fallen asleep on Batman’s lap, it was understandable to say Bruce was surprised.

He’d been showing his son the security systems and, with no other chair available, had lifted Damian to sit on his knee at a distance from the rest of him, just in case Damian was uncomfortable.

However, perhaps from a weeks’ worth of restless nights or the deep timbre of Batman’s voice as he spoke, Damian had scooted closer to curl up on Bruce's chest and rested his head right over his father’s heartbeat. In less than a minute, his eyes were shut and he was fast asleep.

Bruce hadn’t noticed at first, continuing to explain the setup, and only realised his youngest was snoozing when Damian snuggled closer. He hesitantly removed his hand from the computers keyboard and brushed back his son’s hair, fondly smiling down at his sleeping face.

In moments like this, the boys constant tension faded and his expression was free from scowls and harsh lines. Like this, Bruce could pretend he'd never been exposed to the League, that the scars on his back were a false memory, and his son was okay.

Bruce shifted in his seat a little, bringing his cape up to tuck around Damian and decided to continue the rest of his camera-duty in silence.

[file808]

Model Tim Au

An au were the media starts giving Tim more attention and someone offers him a modeling gig. He doesn't have anything better to do so he excepted it, and he finds ot that he actually likes modeling.

If y'all wanna see this then I'll probably write a fic on it.