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#how many kids have bruce hidden from them
hailkingphantom · 1 year
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Dp x dc
I know that a joke about bruce having adopted millions of kids and how the batkids tease him about it, but what happend if that "joke" have more truth than the batkids are aware of?
Its impossible for bruce to adopt all the orphans, homeless and sick children in the world, but if Bruce could afford the whole watchtower withour affecting his company or fortune why he couldn't afford medicines, houses, schools and others suplies to children thar really need it?
Why cant be Danny one of those children?
Bruce met danny in a undercover mission to investigate the mayor of a small town: Amity Park. At first everything seemed normal, until an unknow figure crashed in the billionare's house. A kid, who couldn't be older than fouteen, had been the one who caused the damage after falling. The kid was bruised and tired, but that didn't him from fly to beat an unknow creature thar appear of nowhere and had started to attack the people around.
That child was a hero of this town.
A child had to step up to do their job, his job.
He have a kid to adopt contact
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"Fuck!! Fucking bloody hell !!" Said a men, in front him was a glowing circle wich looked to become brighter and brighter every second
"Constantine! What is this!" Superman asked as he come back after knock of the last of the cultists. The room become colder and the heroes looked more and more concerned.
"The fuckers tried to summon the ghost king!! I tried to stop the summoning but its to late!!" The magician yelled. All the heroes there (WW, Superman, Flash, Nightwing) tensed except Batman. The bats sighed and told "Dont do anything, let him come"
"B what the—!" A thunder and flash of light interrupted him.
Black smoke started to cover the room, any light thar it wasnt feom the circle died. Murmurs and giggles surrounded the only occupants of the room, the shadows grow and sparkles appear.
The terrorific scenary was covered by tiny sparkles that looked like stars, and if you know well, you could see that it were in the same order as the real stars.
A orb of light came out of the summoning circle. Then begin to grow and form a figure, a tiny figure.
Snow white hair and glowing green eyes, a black hazmat suit and a some armor covering it. A cape in his back that reflect the universe with a symbol and a thin black crown, decorated with cold ice beutifuler than any gem they had seen.
Pointed ears perked up and a sharp smile appsr as the King look towards the heroes.
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Constantine was going to talk when the bat interrupted him " Danny"
The king turned his eyes to the dark knight and sunddely all the pression dissapear.
"Bruce!" A cheerful, young voice yelled. It took a moment to the rest of the heroes realize that it came from the same king who talked with that inhuman voice before.
The young kid jump happily in the arms of the dark knight and embrace him.
"B, when did you adopted the Ghost king?!!?" Nightwing screamed hysterically.
The Bat looked at his son a confused, " Danny is one of the kids I support, I thought that you already knew it"
"how I supposed to know—! Wait. ONE OF!!!!?? HOW MANY MORE ARE YOU HIDDEN FROM US!!!??"
"Hidden??"
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mysterycitrus · 3 months
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PLEASE go off about Bruce
the popular modern character beat for bruce where he’s this truly unhinged machiavellian mega genius actively plotting his own downfall is so far divorced from his neo-noir detective roots it makes me want to tear my hair out
it really goes without saying that bruce is singularly driven by restorative justice, more than literally anyone else aside from maybe cass cain. his decision not to kill under any circumstances is not a selfish one, it’s a selfless one, because bruce understands that no one person should have the right to take a life. if killing is a legitimate action to take against a threat then anyone, whether it be an individual or an institution, can be incentivised to kill as a first resort. bruce understands the complicated nature of crime and why it occurs. he understands community and the importance of social support, and how human connection will save lives. he never wants anyone to feel the pain he felt in that alley ever again.
he’s a detective who mistrusts the police and actively works against them. combat and physical violence aren’t what drive him, it’s an unfortunate consequence of opposing corruption. if he can save a child instead of throwing a punch, he’ll do it. if he can talk someone off a ledge, he’ll make the time. he can’t unknot his own heart, but he still tries. it hurts, but he tries.
bruce’s purposeful disconnection from others out of fear of losing them is driven by selfish desire, because he is (deep down and hidden away) a profoundly loving person who believes everyone deserves a chance. this is shown in how he raised his kids — he’ll smother them to protect them while forcing himself to hold them at arms distance. when they reflect his worst habits back at him, he’s horrified. he’s objectively a bad parent. no one else should let him adopt more children. he saved dick grayson and jason todd and cass cain and tim drake. many things can be true at once.
the interpretation of him as either a brooding, violent asshole with no redeeming qualities OR a somewhat pugnacious but ultimately emotionally mature father figure both miss the point of bruce wayne’s primary motivation, being that he is still in crime alley as an eight year old, kneeling in the ground amid the pearls, and he has not moved in thirty years. he can’t leave, because if he leaves then who will be there to guide the next dick grayson, the next cass, out from those shadows and into the light? he is anchored by his own weight. so much of what he does comes from a need for control, a hyper fixation on predicting the outcome, if preventing the worst case scenario before it happens. the rest of it is love in motion.
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dcxdpdabbles · 8 months
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thought: what if jason had the ability to see ghosts but only when tired. so he ends up thinking he’s hallucinating and doesn’t tell anyone because thats tims thing
There is a little girl singing nursery rhythms and spinning in small circles. Now usually, Jason wouldn't find that too out of place. Kids always found the strangest things entertaining.
No, what was strange was that the little girl was floating just above the rails of the stairway. She looks like a poorly edited clip slapped onto the backdrop of the gala he has been dragged to.
She's wearing a red dress and a large bow in her hair that seems to have been stolen from Alice on her way to Wonderland. Her skin had a greenish hue, and a slight glow was coming off her, reminding Jason of a miniature night light.
"Huh," He mumbles, taking another sip of the water he picked up. Bruce is the one who pretends to get sloppy drunk at all the parties, while in comparison, Jason has gained a reputation for never touching alcohol. It says a lot about how powerful the Waynes are if his presence ensures the hosts have other refreshments ready for him.
This means that the little girl is not a drunken hallucination. Maybe he's more tired than he thought.
"What is it?" Tim asks to his side. His disgusting CEO smile is still firmly in place, a twist of the lips that belie the hidden tension. Tim would appear relaxed and enjoying the party like any other elite if anyone glanced in their direction. "Trouble?"
The little girl is sticking her tongue out at some teenagers heading her way. She's not doing anything but making faces at random guests that walk by. "I don't think so."
"What is it then?"
Jason had a choice here. He could mention the little girl, but that would mean admitting he could see her. Based on the way, literally, no one is reacting; he's the only one that can.
She's likely another hallucination.
Jason has been getting those since he was young, usually due to a lack of sleep. Just last week, he saw a butcher wandering the streets of Gotham, wearing the highest heels he had ever seen. That had been after the five-day mission with the OutLaws, where he thinks he only had a chance to sleep maybe three times.
He should go home before the little girl starts doing something weird.
Not that he would ever let the rest of the family know, especially Tim. Seeing things that aren't there is Tim's thing, and Jason has teased him too often over the years about it to start admitting he's got the condition too.
He nods his head at the teenagers. Tim turns his body slightly, allowing his gaze to take in what he's looking at without making it obvious he's staring. Apparently, he can't make it known he's interested in someone. Ugh, another rule of high society that Jason will never bother to understand. "I've never seen them before."
He means the two accompany Samatha Manson. He's aware of the inventor's granddaughter, seeing as her family had ties with the Waynes, distant as they may be. It was Waynes who bought the rights to her grandfather's inventions many years ago, and his son was the one that started investing in some smaller shell companies of Waynes, further building the family fortune.
Jason didn't see her often at galas because while the Mansons were wealthy, they were new money. They had no connections, mannerisms, or mindset to be welcomed by the elites.
"Daniel Fenton and Tucker Foley. Foley is in the brown suit, Fenton is the one in the black one." Tim identifies quickly. He probably went over the gala invitation guest list to memorize everyone attending even though it wasn't a gala they were hosting. "Her best friends. Nothing that stands out too much about them except for Fenton. His parents are independent ghost hunters and researchers."
Jason blinks down at this brother. "Ghost hunters?"
Both brothers know how real ghosts can be in their line of work, seeing as Deadman has helped them with some cases before. Still, it's surprising to find civilians who are that close to the undead.
"More Ghostbusters than actual hunters." Tim shrugs when he gets a confused frown. "I looked into them to make sure Fenton over there wouldn't be a danger once in Gotham. His parents' inventions are marketed as ghost-hunting equipment but are authentic weapons. He's been known to show signs of rouge potential behavior."
Jason looks back at the black hair boy who is......talking to the little girl? Or trying to? She is spinning again, floating up to the chandelier, not caring for the teenage boy leaning over the railing towards her as Foley and Manson stand guard. If they trying to be inconspicuous, they are doing a poor job.
Jason spots Damian approaching the trio with a tense set of his shoulders. His youngest brother taps his finger against the glass in his hand in a specific rhythm.
If any of the Bats have seen Damian- which is all of them, given that everyone in the family always keeps an eye on Damian at galas- they have all been told the same message.
Possible jumper.
Granted, without the little girl, it looks like Fenton wants to take a leap over the railing. That's worrying.
Tim proves this by tilting his chin slightly in their direction, shoulders also tense. "Let's go."
Jason follows after Tim, trying his best to not make it obvious they are freaking out about a possible tragedy about to happen. Damian, thankfully, has already reached the teenagers but is stalled by Manson.
He can't hear what she's saying, but she's matching Damian's angry scowl with her own. Seeing the only two goth kids standing off with each other is hilarious.
Damian had told Bruce a few months back that he wanted to try and change his civilian persona a bit and had taken their dad's credit card with Raven to do shopping.
He's come back as a goth, giving Bruce a near heart attack, as Damian changed out all his suits to have a scull somewhere on his person at all times. Jason thought it was the best cover plan the brat could have ever done.
Mason's right eye twitches when she sees them, but other than glaring harshly, she doesn't say anything as they come up to stand behind Damian. Tim is in the perfect place to sludge for Fenton should the boy throw himself over. Jason is to tackle the two teenagers should they try to stop his brother.
"Dude, it's okay. Danny always does that," Foley assures as they finally climb up to them. "He's really into, ugh, parkour."
"It's dangerous," Damian particularly bites. Looks like someone needs more sensitive training.
Fenton stops trying to lean over the rail to glance over his shoulder to Damian. "I'm okay. Thank you for worrying about me, though."
Jason is standing in the prime location to see Damian's haughty expression melt away into startled wonder. He watches a tiny bit of red appear on the cheekbones of his youngest brother, and for a moment, all Jason can think is how much he will have fun teasing the boy later.
Gosh, if he wasn't so tired he would realize he wasn't the only one who noticed.
"He's red like a tomato!" A feminine voice chirps, and he can't help but laugh at the comment. Damian's face is slowly turning redder by the curious head tilt Fenton does in his direction. Cute.
"You got that right, kiddo, so red he's ripe for the picking. " Jason smirks down at his brother, who, for his part, dares to look confused.
"What are you babbling about?" Damian snaps as Tim's intense eyes swing over the boy's head to lock gazes with Jason.
"What the girl said"
"I didn't say anything," Manson denies, and Jason finally realizes he has responded to the little girl, who is grinning ear from ear. Shit.
"Oh." Fenton nods, stepping down the railing to look Jason dead in the eye and smile. "You see dead people."
"Cool, one of us. One of us." Foley chants with a grin, and even Mason seems to relax more, going from irritated to indifferent. The teenager stops his chat when the three brothers fail to find humor.
Danny just smiles near-vacantly, which causes Damian to look hot under the collar.
Maybe Jason should leave to take a nap in the safety of his room because he does not have the time to unpack all of this.
"Maybe we should find Bruce," Tim says after a moment, and that is when the little girl choices to fly right up to Tim and flick his ear. Tim startles so hard he slams into Damian, who loses his footing and falls over. Jason is fast enough to catch him before he rolls down the stairs.
Danny giggles, and for the first time since he's known Damian, he looks like he wants the ground to swallow him hole. What a weird night for Jason.
"What the hell was that?" Tim mumbles, looking around.
Manson grins a sharp, wicked thing. "A ghost"
"Of course it is." Tim sighs then he gives Jason a near-eye glare. "How long have you been able to see ghosts?"
"Honestly? Probably since I was six. I thought they were hallucinations."
"And why did you not tell anyone about having what you thought were lifelong hallucinations?"
"I'm not you. Hallucinations are your weird thing. Mine are guns."
"I like them," Fenton announces, and the other two finally step back. Only then does he come to the startling observation that Manson and Feley had been acting like bodyguards by placing themselves between Fenton and the Waynes?
What a strange night indeed.
"Todd, let me up!"
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moxiemozze · 13 days
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BroZone designs + trollsona doodle
Some Headcanons vvv :D
John Dory:
• he’s aroace
• he should be grey but is basically repressing his depression so he has grey splotches in some areas, he tries to keep it hidden from his brothers but he also doesn’t like seeing it
•tells a different story every time you ask about a scar you never know which one is real
•got his first grey hair at 15 because of stress and got two more when he was 17 a week before the band broke up
• #1 OCD haver
•ambidextrous
•thought all his brothers were dead
Bruce:
•transgender, he thought he was a lesbian for a while, turns out he likes girls but not when he’s one
•him and brandy are t4t
• Beach Rock and Pop, like Elvis style music I forget the name
•I know his kids have canon names but I think he named them after drinks besides Bruce Jr.
•used to be a terrible cook
•Bruce has a tail but it’s very short and hidden by his hair
Clay:
•Aromantic
•he’s in a platonic relationship with Viva
•he has a huge scar on his chest from the burgen escape but hides it with his sweater romper
•has had a cataracts since birth (just like me fr) and had these huge nerd glasses as a kid but didn’t wear them anymore once the band got popular
Floyd:
•MLM and trans
•PopPunk
•Saw JD at a bar once in his early 20’s, blinked and he was gone. He didn’t drink for the rest of the night
•has gone grey multiple times, but because he wasn’t grey as long as Branch his mood doesn’t affect his colors but it did affect his ears
•has severe joint pain in his wrist and his leg, needs a cane to walk around on good days
• has the same hair texture as Clay but straightens it
•says he thinks his hair is cool now
Branch:
•transgender and bi
•Pop but loves every style of music
•looks the most like his mom
•didn’t take care of his hair when grey had to learn how to take care of it with Poppy
•he did his top surgery himself and that’s why it looks so botched
•he had a crush on creek for about a week then decided to hate him after seeing him being his typical asshole self
•has so many nicknames from poppy and his brothers, his secret favorite is twig
Branch color variants
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I almost forgot to add the obligatory creek hate photo
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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 2 months
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Damian has learned many things since joining the family. He's found joy in Gotham even fighting Rouges and stopping crime he's made more happy memories here than he did while in the league.
Although he will always love his mother and be grateful for everything she has taught him many of those skills have been retired and he can't say he's partically angry about it.
What he's truly enjoyed most is his family Father and Richard, even Todd when he cooks and lets him sketch the alley cats that frequent his terrace.
'So Baby Bat guessing you weren't invited to the brother meeting tonight".
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The pencil rolls hitting the floor. Jason was half paying attention more focused on the pasta he's stirring.
"I don't understand, what do you mean by that Todd"
Now Jason knows he's not exactly kept up to date on all the family's lovely adventures. But he can't place why Damian's voice is shaking.
Or why his little brother seems so hurt a part of him wants to scoop him up and wrestle his problems back to wherever hell they came from. But something stops him.
"I figured you were here cause of Dickbird and Timmy aren't you" he says carefully.
" Why would Drake and Richard have anything to do with my presence here." He spits, pausing.
"Are they together, Richard said he had something important to do and why would that be with Drake."
"Shit Dami sorry I must have made a mistake on the day it's the 16th not the 23rd my bad. The thing with Timmy is next week photography or something."
"Idiotic as ever Todd I will go back to my drawing now."
Jason would feel more offended at the blatant dismissal if he hasn't just lied.
Because Baby Brothers shouldn't be told that they aren't Dickie birds little Robin always.
That Dick is taking Tim on their weekly getaway to gone only knows where. That always seems to end with blood and death.
That their eldest brother is more fucked up then all of them combined and that only one is trusted enough to see what that means.
That as kind as Dick and even Tim can be they aren't always like that. There angry, vengeful, sadistic little shits that burn as much as they warm.
How's do you explain to the kid who's thinks the sun shines out of someone's ass that they are off galivanting with the favorite brother.
That the kid got off lucky for trying to kill the golden apple.
You don't.
You make food and watch him sketch the cat who's seen almost as many fights at Jason himself.
Ingnore your own twisted jealousy and pretend you wouldn't cut off your own arm if replacement asked.
Because only one Bat is unaware of who's the deadlist of who is lurking in the shadows weaving.
It's not Jason's place and more importantly he can't destroy the very pedestal that Jason still worships.
"Come on Dami, stop bugging the fucking cat and come eat."
Who's he to explain about the brothers who would put each other above all others even their own.
How do you explain that if you weren't practically the son of the last flying Grayson you would be another hidden name on a list more guarded than Bruce's emotions and that you would be rotting six feet under dead at the hands of your beloved Richard.
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Hey, this might be too specific, but I was thinking Jason Todd with a top male reader older than Jason (like sugar daddy ;) lol just kidding but let it be like 30-40 years and that he has more experience than Jason with weapons and stuff
Jason Todd x older male reader
Headcanons
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Jason is in his early 20s in this whilst the reader is around 40. I might have taken the sugar daddy part and ran with it lmao.
-          You were called Black Demise, because you wore mainly black and dark colors and the fact that no one ever saw you coming.
-          You had been in the killing business for at least 20 years now, having run with the likes of Deathstroke when you first started out. The two of you were still friends somewhat, but you didn’t communicate as much anymore since you were both busy.
-          Meeting Red Hood was a coincidence. The Outlaws had appeared during one of your contracts, apparently having the same target as you did. Of course you didn’t let them get the target and killed them first, much to The Outlaws annoyance who tried to fight you.
-          Your many years of experience made it quite easy to take them down though, and at one point you had Red Hood pinned on his back, sat on his waist and holding his arms above his head. He had tried in vain to buck you off, but you just pressed down harder on top of him.
-          You couldn’t keep the chuckle from leaving your lips when you felt hardness against your ass, deciding to press down harder against him and grinding your hips back and forth a few times just to tease the younger man.
-          When the fight had left him and Red Hood was just wriggling and trying to hump up against you, letting out choked keens and whimpers, you released his hands, took his jaw between your fingers, and told him to come find you some time.
-          And before he could react you were gone, having tucked a card with your number in his jacket before disappearing into the wind.
 -          Jason had immediately looked into you when he got home from the mission. You were less known than Deathstroke, but just as skilled if not more. You were only less known because you stayed hidden unlike the other man.
-          Jason couldn’t help but wriggle his hips to adjust to the heat that gathered in his crotch at the memory of you, holding your card between his fingers as he debated on contacting you.
-          One thing led to another, and he messaged you, using some bullshit excuse about wanting to learn about weapons from you and how to deal with them effectively. You of course knew It was just an excuse but went anyways.
-          Getting into Gotham was never hard, you just needed to know how to stick to the shadows better than the bats and you were in, you knew this because you’ve had many contracts on Gotham and other cities protected by heroes.
-          You found Jason on one of his patrols, watching from the shadows as he took down a couple of gangsters who had been trying to force kids to sell for them by the looks of it. When he was done and had returned to the rooftops, you had struck and pushed him up against the wall.
-          Jason tried to swing at forever had pinned him, but when he saw it was you the fight seemed to melt right out of him, the immediate submission making something stir in your stomach.
 -          Your relationship started out with you just guiding him, with a lot of flirting and lingering touches. You especially loved to step up behind him and press against his back, to “correct” the way he was holding specific weapons or adjust his stance.
-          Jason wasn’t super rich, since he didn’t want to rely on Bruce for anything, and you only make so much as a crime lord of Gotham who didn’t reveal their identity. And seeing as you were extremely skilled in what you did and had been doing it for so many years, you could honestly rival maybe not Bruce, but at least Oliver Queen in riches.
-          It started out as you buying Jason new weapons, armor or gear. When he tried to claim he didn’t need it, you had just taken his chin between your fingers and your thumb and told him you didn’t wanna lose your boy like that.
-          That was another thing that had happened over time, petnames. You regularly referred to Jason as your boy, your prince, your pup, your pretty boy or your personal favorite, your little one.
-          Jason had tried to complain in the beginning, but you could tell he enjoyed it just as much as you did. And over time he let you pamper him with gifts and riches. It grew on him the more it happened, and some selfish part of his chest loved the gifts and attention you gave him.
  -          When he called you daddy the first time it had been a joke, you had just gotten Jason a new helmet made of the same material as your own, and new armor made in a similar build as your own. It was like staking a claim on him to anyone who knew who you were.
-          The bat had even been removed from the chest, at Jason’s insistence. He had put on the new gear you got him and stood in front of you, twirling as if showing it off.
-          You had never asked why he wanted the bat off his chest, and when you did, he answered without thinking. “So everyone knows I belong only to you daddy” his tone was joking, but you could feel there was some truth to that.
-          It had immediately set a bright fire in your chest, and Jason froze when you got to your feet. He thought maybe you were insulted by what he said, but when you grabbed him under his thighs and lifted him up against the wall he knew better.
-          The night you had wrung him dry, first taking him against the wall in his new gear, before bending him over the couch, taking him in the kitchen, the bathroom, and the bedroom. The entire time praising him and calling him your good little boy, asking if he wanted daddy to take care of him.
-          If Jason had any neighbors they would definitely have hear him cry out for his daddy that night, and have heard how he wailed and moaned as you took him.
 -          After that night your relationship became official, you became boyfriends, but you also became his daddy and him your boy. You ended up moving him to one of the multiple apartments you owned in Gotham, like staking yet another claim on him.
-          The apartment was still close to Crime alley or was in Crime alley since that was his home and where he worked. And everyone seemed to notice the bat being removed from Red Hoods outfit and how he looked even higher quality than before.
-          Panic immediately filled the city when Black Demise started popping up, even if you weren’t as famous as Deathstroke you were still known enough to sent criminals scattering. It made things tense in the city especially when you seemed to stick around Crime Alley.
-          It created rumors that Black Demise and Red Hood were working together, especially when people noticed their gear being similar in some ways or how Black Demise would always hover over Red Hood.
-          A goon even claimed to have seen Black Demise push Red Hood up against a wall and fondle him, to which the red wearing vigilante had just thrown his head back and hung onto the other man.
-          The batfam had been shaken to their core after Jason stopped wearing the bat and had gone even lower contact than he uses too, so when they went to check his last known apartment and they saw he wasn’t there, they panicked a little.
-          It ends up being Dick who sees Jason and you, when out patrolling he sees you holding Jason against you and Jason with his arms draped over your shoulders and kicking his leg like a lovestruck fool.
 -          Dick being who he is confronts the two of you after a while, having stalked you both to make sure Jason wasn’t being forced to do anything.
-          You would most likely have known Dick because of his time with Deahtstroke, so he gives you the shovel talk and tells you to keep the killing to the downlow in Gotham and lets you two be, only after making sure Jason is safe and happy.
-          Dick goes back and reports you are an ally for Jason’s and to not worry about you. He doesn’t out your relationship to the family cuz its not his place, and Jason actually seems so happy and relaxed for the first time in who knows how long.
-          After a while the two of you start being public with your relationship, in and out of suits. You go out during the day to go to libraries or bookstores, for you to pamper Jason with some new clothes of your choosing, or to grind against each other like a lovesick pair of dogs in clubs during the night.
-          The Outlaws might be a little confused by your relationship in the beginning, but they quickly come to accept it since you both seem happy, healthy, and safe, so who are they to judge.
-          Bruce would definitely not be approving of the relationship, and it would lead to some arguments, but he has to bite it down since he doesn’t wanna drive Jason away from the family again. So, if he has to look at you and Jason acting like a pair of newlyweds so be it.
 -          Jason has most definitely gotten more comfortable being your boy, calling you daddy over personal comms during patrols when he wants to be a tease.
-          During nights when he wants you to ravage him, he wears a pair of lingerie under his clothes, rubs against you and kisses you, whimpers and whines for his daddy to touch him and love him, and when he gets you warmed up, he rushes off on patrol.
-          You have quickly figured out this tactic of his but play along, knowing it makes him even more excited and hot under the collar. Though there have been times where you have caught him before finishing patrol to take him in dark alleyways or rooftops.
-          Jason might start wearing a necklace with a lock on it or a leather choker when hes out and about, as if to show everyone he’s taken and happy about it. He would more likely wear a collar at home, that has something like “daddy’s boy” written on it or “property of Black Demise”.
-          Jason is still a big terrifying crime lord don’t get me wrong, but sometimes he just likes to crawl into his daddy’s lap and ride your thigh and have you pinch and twist his nipples until he came in his boxers.
-          Because of your relationship the Red Hod actually becomes even more skilled than before since you train him, not just in weapons though, you also train him in other spicier ways ;)
-          You two are in a very comfortable and happy relationship, and though its taken some work since Jason would struggle with communication in the beginning, you make sure to always talk through your issues and anything either of you aren’t happy with.
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as pissed as damian would be about the fact everybody wanna sleep with his step-parent, on the bright side, he'd probably get a LOT more willing attention from them, because if it was me, I'd not only latch onto one of the only presences left in my life that doesn't want to fuck me, I'd use him as a shield, like "what are you gonna do? make an advance in front of a CHILD? stay platonic"
i've already got so many fics i need to write but,,, the idea of reader using damian as a Horny Shield™,,, playing up their relationship as his hostage step-mom specifically to make the rest of bruce's weird kids less constantly on their ass,,, you find dick in your bedroom in the middle of the night while bruce is out on patrol, rummaging through your closet with visibly bulging pockets, and just have to start talking very loudly and excitedly about your plans to take damian on a museum daytrip tomorrow because you just love this family so much :) and you're just so excited they all see you as a parent :) :) and you can't wait to tell bruce about how warm and welcoming they've all been to you :) :) :) it's not that convincing but you had to give the same speech to tim after finding him trying to install a hidden camera in your shower an hour ago so at leave you got a little practice in.
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cursedkeyboard · 3 months
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Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.2)
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What does Jason do after stealing a kid from Gotham's slums? Feed and give the little brat a home, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]
pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader
To be completely honest, when Jason reached his apartment, he was panicking a little
The drive had been enough to clear his mind and he realized how impulsive he'd been
He is a damn vigilante, one with a hell of a reputation, and who's always messing with the baddest assholes of this city
Fuck, he's got guns and explosives in his house
But even with all the panic and rationality, Jason wasn't going to abandon you somewhere else
Orphanages were great places for villains to hit, the foster system might as well have been created by the joker, and no way in hell was he going to drop you at Bruce's
Anything but that
So he sucked it up and focused on your small voice full of wonder as you two drove through the city
"I didn't know there was so many tall buildings in Gotham!"
"That church is huge!"
"Holy shit is that a theater?! I only saw them in movies!"
At a certain point he was close to biting his fists in pure cuteness aggression
He knew exactly what you were feeling, could even picture your eyes glittering full of wonder behind the helmet
It didn't help his heart that your helmet also had comms, which were connected to his, so every single one of your little comments meant for yourself only were accidentally shared
Your Gotham accent was so thick too, born and raised in an area were the elite never tried to "cleanse"
Fuking adorable
Oh, also, he'd need to teach you not to follow strangers even if they were famous vigilantes
Because he realized how fucking dangerous it was that you just up and agreed to be taken by a random masked man
Sure, he knew he also did the same with Bruce, but hey, look at where that got him
When Jason finally brought you up to his apartment, still carrying you, he knew he'd have to immediately go out to buy some things
His fridge wasn't stocked with what kids need
Like... apple juice and cereal
Or any kind of vegetables
And, he definitely needed some kid safety stuff, even if he knew you wouldn't try opening the dangerous cabinets
... probably
Opening his door, he took you to the bathroom
Look, as cute as you were, you were also as filthy as a drenched sewer rat
He told you as much when he set you down
Your glare was worth the slap on the arm (it didn't even hurt)
"Can I assume you know how to take a shower?"
"I'm nine, not three, Red Hood."
"Not my fault you look like you're five."
He chuckled as you huffed and puffed
"Jason Todd."
"What?"
"My name is Jason Todd. Can't have you calling me Red Hood if you're gonna live with me, right?"
You gaped, big eyes going wide
He told you his name! And showed you his face! Why did this man trust you so much?
It... it made you real warm inside
You were quiet for a moment before quietly telling you your name, shyly, like you hadn't done that in a long time
"Hm, I think I prefer 'squirt', tho."
Okay, warm moment over, the guy is insufferable
Hissing and pushing him out of the bathroom with all of your strength, you hesitantly took your first real shower since... since you don't even know when
The water was black
You realized your skin could feel soft instead of oily
And your nails finally didn't look like you dug through dirt
Meanwhile, Jason was running around the apartment like a crazed man
Shoving his guns inside high drawers you wouldn't be able to reach
Trashing the cigs he had bought out of curiosity
And making sure any items for... his intimate partners were completely hidden away
He'd found those in Bruce's room one time as a kid and, needless to say, Jason still felt traumatized to this day
After making his apartment slightly less deadly and ordering food, Jason knocked on the door to let you know he'd left a change of clothes for you in front of the bathroom
Damian's clothes the brat left behind once he had stayed over when he was rebelling
they'd be a little too big for you but nothing like what his would look like
Once you came out, looking fresh and clean, Jason immediately carried you to the couch
Biting his tongue because the demon brat's clothes were actually so big on you he could cry
He ignored your complaints again, he knew your little feet were all scratched and they must have hurt like a bitch
Once you finally settled and didn't try to scratch his eyeballs out, Jason started to patch you up
Such careful, gentle touches for rough hands like his
He handled your injuries like you were made of glass
And despite your childish pride... you kind of loved it
It made you feel all tingly and cozy inside, like you were precious
Like you were deserving of kindness
As you started fidgeting with all the bubbling emotions inside of you, Jason tried to calm you down by talking
He learned your mother died from a drive-by shooting and your father was an alcoholic with a taste for physical abuse
"It only got bad bad a year or so ago, I think he blamed me for us being poor."
"And you know that's bull, right?"
You shrugged as he finished treating your injuries and started to dry your damp hair, a little awkwardly but attentive
"He left a month ago–or died, I don't know–so it doesn't matter either way."
Well, that was a healthy mindset for a child!
He had to breathe through his mouth to not get up and go put three little bullets in your piece of shit father's head
or his body, if the bastard was already dead
Jason definitely had a lot of work to do, but for now, ding-dong, he was going to focus on feeding you
And, no, he was never going to delete the photo he took of your face when he opened the huge takeout orders
Nor would he forget the way you cried silently as you ate
That was your first real meal in months
Your first real meal, washed and clothed, in a safe apartment that didn't smell of roaches nor booze, with an adult who looked at you fondly
Jason promised, to himself and God, that he'd make sure you'd never cry over something like food ever again
When you giggled at a joke he made and didn't flinch when he gently wiped a bit of sauce from your cheek, he knew he had made the correct decision
He'd keep you safe
To be continued...
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n3x0tic · 2 years
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Batfam: Male reader being a vigilante in Gotham city
Male reader is inspired by Miss Yelan and Miss Ningguang from Genshin Impact. Also, this is a story concept I had worked in like 20 minutes in my head, but I’m unsure wether I’d write it out or not.
As a vigilante, you carried an advantage due to you being a meta-human. Your powers consisted of turning invisible, a little speed, and the ability to control translucent like threads at will.
Your vigilante persona, V/n, was born from the brutal death of you parents, the dissolution of your family’s assets, and the abandonment of those whom your family ever helped in the past. You began researching everyone your family was acquainted with, only to discovered them to be more than what they portrayed.
Your first encounter with the bat family started when the team detected an unusual activity related to gangs within Gotham’s borders. Two member of the team were in patrol, they were none other than Nightwing and Red hood. While the eldest decided to stay and study your moves and intentions, Red hood was quick to confront you in person.
They inquired what your purpose was, and the possibility of discussing an alliance was silently spoken, but you waved them off, telling them not to intrude on your business, and it’s better for you to work alone. After that you vanished slowly, blending into the night.
Bat family tried for months to decipher how you operated in your line of work. They discovered that you mostly worked gathering information through a well hidden network inaccesible to them, due to the fact that you didn’t utilize tech to gather information. You confronted gangs, and organization working in secret, disturbed their work flow all to maintain peace, valuable information and surprisingly enough, money.
What they didn’t know was that your life as a vigilante was a hidden life much like theirs. You were also a businessman, and highly aggressive when it came to business investment and new projects. It was mainly for money, but also it gave you an advantage to you and the company when it came to information. Let us say you drove a hard bargain with intel alone in the table.
Batman was particularly enamoured with they way you worked, due to the similarities of working under the night, beating their enemies almost close to death, I guess he saw a bit of him in you, and it wasn’t figuratively speaking, not yet anyways.
You as Y/n L/n, an investor, and a bargainer, had a sweet-sour relationship with Bruce Wayne. You weren’t enemies, but it was more of a rivalry. You always swooped in to take business offers from his hands, while also contributed, but that last part came always at a higher price. Thankfully you delivered excellent, and always guaranteeing a sense security and quality when it came to partnerships and exchanges.
You also opened many places for those who were abandoned, hated, rejected, and sought out people, all coming from kids, teenagers and adults whom contributed to your cause inspired by you.
When you finally decided to have an alliance with the team was when you saved the robins on one of their missions who happened to be at one of your reconnaissance missions on one company you’d had your interest, and saw that they were engaged with some nefarious affairs. They were surrounded and greatly outnumbered, when you suddenly swooped in unnoticed, and with you threads you easily immobilized them. Soon after that they saved you from an explosion after you tried to cover them from an explosion, the impact of such, left you unconscious.
That night you were pinned against the wall, as they were aware of your identity to much to their surprise, thankfully, you agreed to team up after thinking for half hour and realizing that in a business man point of view, the intel you’ve gathered alongside with them was an opportunity of expansion and conquering you’ve never imagined.
They often invited you to have dinner in the manner as a way of team building exercise and getting to know each-other, but as much to their dismay, you were too much of a business man, and very much alike to Bruce in the sense that you only revealed what was necessary and limited what was important of you as a person, and your hidden investments.
You got along with Damien, and Bruce due to your similarities in stoic like personalities. However, to much of their surprise you were good friends with Barbara, who gave you more ample information thanks to befriending her father working in Gotham PD.
Although you didn’t want to admit it, sparing with the bat family was exciting, and sparing with Red hood was more thrilling due to you banter and flirting when fighting.
You weren’t interested in dating but you couldn’t lie when it came to the Wayne’s attractiveness, they each had some unique traits and qualities that always seemed to peeked your interesting. Even if you may had indulged in some flirting, snarky remarks, and everything that may call their attention, you knew better then to mix business with pleasure, even if the considered you part of the family or even if the body wanted what the body needed so badly.
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Gotham mourns the day of Jason's death, and Tim Drake should too, but he can't.
It's a day of pain and sorrow in many, many ways. Bruce wakes up earlier and leaves earlier, and Alfred speaks softly and quietly, as if there's real grief in the air.
(There is. Tim knows. He remembers finding out about Robin, about Jason Todd, and then realizing the bitter truth behind it all. Robin is dead.)
In the beginning, people used to call Jason a street kid, a rat. Tim's memory has always been fantastic, and he remembers people's harsh words about that young, young boy, and how Bruce Wayne was fraternizing with poverty, while others were kinder, gentle and sweet, because if even a rich man like Bruce can do such a thing, then there's still hope. It was stupid, and Tim still can't understand how people can be so shallow.
Such a young boy, and Mr. Wayne was a hero by adopting him, by taking him under his wing, by treating him like his son.
It's been months, and yesterday Wayne Enterprises made a big donation to some shelters of homeless kids that is definitely going to be in the news, something about Bruce Wayne remembering his dead son's life.
Bruce took the day off.
It's weird. Every year, Bruce will mourn like Jason was just killed again.
Maybe. Maybe the Jason Todd he knows really is dead forever, and this version of him is what was left, something different and twisted.
If Tim tries hard enough, he can feel the scar on his scalp, the ugly pattern on his skin, close to his nape. And he can hear the shouts. And the screams. And the sound of broken glass being stepped on. Everywhere. And blood blood blood, a red mask standing over him, fists clenched and hoarse voice.
He feels like throwing up when he thinks about it. It's kind of hidden in his mind, but not exactly—a blurry memory.
Sometimes, he closes his eyes and has a flashback of a bloody uniform. A memoir. The uniform of a young soldier.
For some reason, the second Robin was known for being ruthless. Sometimes, in the past but not that long ago, Bruce would call Tim by Jason's name, and wouldn't even notice his mistake. Tim wouldn't correct him either.
Today, on day of Jason's death, Red Hood is nowhere to be found.
Big boots, strong arms, a gun. Sticky blood.
Replacement, Replacement, Replacement.
Now, they're in the Batcave, high-tech equipment everywhere around them. Tim is standing but Bruce is sitting down, typing something in one of the computers, because a day off as Gotham's bachelor doesn't mean a day off as Batman.
"B," Tim says. Soft but not too soft, because Tim isn't supposed to talk about today, not like that, not like it's easy.
Robin was created to save and to smile, never to suffer or to die.
"Hm."
"Are you okay with patrolling on your own?"
Say no, so I'll stay. Please. I'll sleep here, in my room, and we'll wake up tomorrow like this day never happened.
Please.
"Of course. You should go, Tim. It's late."
Never too late. He wants to stay. Bruce is big and tall and Tim wants to hug him and tell him about the scar that is never going to fade away and the blood and the glass.
Look what he did to me. I mourned too, but look what he did.
Anger is something no Robin should feel, and yet—
Tim's cheeks are suddenly warm and he looks away from Bruce.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Alfred can give you some food so you can eat when you get home."
"I'm not hungry. And I can cook, you know?"
Blue eyes, just like Tim's and Jason's, but Jason's are also kind of green. Tim wonders how much of a father figure Bruce used to be—did he buy Jason books and toys and watch movies with him? Did Jason have nightmares just like Bruce still has? If so, did Bruce hold him through it?
Tim's parents are traveling. They're coming back next month.
Bruce isn't there to hold him when he wakes up in the middle of the night, but why would he be anyway?
And Tim knows Bruce asks his next question more because he needs to than because he wants to, "You know you can stay the night whenever you want, right?"
Even tonight?
"Yeah. Yeah, I know, B. But I have school tomorrow, so… I should—I should go. See you tomorrow, kay?"
Tim doesn't even talk to Alfred about the food. He just leaves.
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morgansunflower · 5 months
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Everyday I've Missed You
Clark Kent X Wife! Wayne! Reader
Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst, and torture.
Words:1394
Arthur's notes! Conner is from young justice and Kon is 90s Superboy. Also Jonathan and Jordan from Superman and Lois series are readers young set of twins
Clark's disappearance takes it's toll on the family..
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It was early night with a bright night sky. Y/N Kent was sitting on her bed with her youngest two son's. Two sets of twins and all four were boys. Conner and Kon were only 10 when Y/N was pregnant with Jordan and Jonathan.
"momma when's daddy gonna be back?" Jordan asked yet again, laying his small head on her chest "is, he ok? I really miss him"
Before she could reassure her deeply concerned little boy his twin cut in "yeah it's been 3 weeks! This sucks" Jonathan whined laying on her arm
She kissed Jordan's forehead and then kisses the side of Jonathan's face. She was miserable but she had to be strong. She couldn't let them see the worry that tried to creep up to her e/c eyes. It was the hidden heaviness in her heart that showed through her face only when she is alone.
"oh my sweet boys. Don't you worry. Your Daddy is gonna be back home as soon as he can. It's gonna be OK"
"promise?" Jon asked holding her hand tighter
"I promise"
....
Many miles away from the Kent farm. Conner groans popping his knuckles and twist his neck to loosen his tight muscles. Kon twisted his back trying to make a louder popping noise.
With Superman gone it brought up much responsibility for them to keep the world a safer place. The two teenagers flew above the sky headed for the large farm. The couple bought it with Y/N's inheritance of her parents that her children were never able to meet.
The two brothers share a sadden smile seeing their mother sitting on the roof. She was wearing her lounge pants, house-shoes and tank top with Clark's plaid jacket. She was clinging to the jacket with her eyes shaking.
Conner and Kon gently land onto the roof beside her. She looks to her son's softly smiling.
"hey boys. How.. How was patrol?" she asked trying to distract herself and her boys from her bitter mood.
"it was fine..." Conner casually said more concerned with his mom.
Kon and Conner sat beside their mother taking her hands into their own. She remained silent as saying anything would bring her to tears.
After her husband was doing missions off planet. Sudden silence came, Clark hadn't been seen nor heard form, in 3 weeks. Bruce had been searching for his brother in law ever since.
"it's uh getting late. I know you two are half-Kryptonite like your Dad but your half-human like me.. So let's all go to bed" she ordered moving to her feet.
The oldest twins stand onto their feet with their mom. She feels so lonely. Clark had never been gone this long for years. She new who he is but she can't help but worry.
Conner wrapped his arms around his mother into a heartfelt hug, along with his twin Kon. The twins lay their heads on her shoulder. So much of her heart wanted to cry.
Y/N laid in her lonely bed clinging to Clark's pillow. She quickly covered her, mouth to muffle the impending sound of her crying. She takes a deep breath in and out. As she finally was able to calm her heartbeat down...
"AHHHH!!!" Jordan screamed panicking
"Jordan what's wrong?!" Jon asked his twin
"g-get away from me!!" he frightfully said holding his hands over his ears hearing.. Everything. His head began to pulse.
Conner and Kon speed into their younger brothers room. They see Jordan's arms over his eyes as he is curled in ball crying. Conner touches his arm gently
"hey Jordan what's wrong buddy?" Conner asked
"did you have a nightmare kid?" Kon asked
"Jordan baby what's wrong" Y/N said entering the room.
She sits on his bed, holding his arms with her hands. Jordan hugged his mom begging her to make it stop, as he started to lose control of his breath. She recognized the anxiety in his voice being the similar sound of Kon and Conner when it happened.
"shhh shhh listen to my voice. Listen to me. Take a deep breath in and out, ok? Can you do that for mommy please?"
Jordan did exactly what his mom asked him to "what's happening to me?" he asked genuinely scared.
"it's OK. It's all completely normal for a half-Kryptonian. It's OK. Do you remember Daddy telling you about, how you may be able to hear a lot of things? And be able to see certain things like a x-ray?"
"Y-yeah" Jordan mumbled
"well sweetheart that's what's happening. You're getting your powers like your Dad"
"really?! I'm gonna be a like Conner and like Kon and like Dad! Ooh do I get go on patrol"
"no!" she quickly said "Kon and Conner will teach you how to use your powers but for right now I want you all to get some sleep"
"ok, Ma.. I can't wait to tell Dad!" he exclaimed
"he'll be very happy for you"
Y/N kisses her son's head goodnight and then the other boys. She departs for her cold bed that would not bring her any form of warmth.
In the Bat-cave, Bruce sits on his chair looking at the picture on his desk. Bruce was being hugged by his sister and Clark. It was during his surprise birthday party, which of course he already suspected. All while Diana was behind the camera.
The four of them had always been close, going on double dates, and fighting crime together.
"you should go see her" Diana told her husband
"not until I fix this" Bruce responded bitter
"Bruce this isn't your fault" Diana quickly intervened
"the issue at hand being my fault or not is irrelevant. I promised her I would find him and I intend on not stopping until I do"
Darkness surrounds him, snow blankets as far as he could see. His red cape was torn, his hands were wrapped with part of the fabric from his cape to keep his arms warm. His hair had grown to his shoulders and his beard was half as long. He opens his palms to the fire trying to warm himself. A unusual feeling, that was becoming a bitter normalcy.
Darkseid had seized the man of steel and taken him. For weeks torturing him, no words left his lips but only agony. They kept him far enough from the yellow sun that which gave him his powers.. He was defenceless.
In his darkest moments he remembered her. He held onto her sweet voice with the memory of her comforting skin. He had to survive for his sons. Darkseid underestimated his fight to live. He left his body to rot on the planet.
He suddenly was in a beautiful dream. There she stood above him holding his face in her hands, as he was on his knees. She leaned down to his face and kisses him softly.
“wake up my dear” she whispers
When Clark finally slowly opened his eyes, he was cold.
The detective had found a lead.. he knew his sister had every right to know, but it wasn’t worth the risk he could be wrong.
Hope was finally here. He runs and runs through the snow. The plane entrance opens, he smiled to see his loyal friend. Bruce smiled to his brother in bond.
Clark didn’t waist any time.
As Clark's powers were restored. Clark went home to his family. While flying he is instantly overtaken by two teenagers in tears. He hugs them both tightly.
“boys” he cried, he gasped seeing his little boy “Jordan?!?”
“DAD!!”
Clark was right over the farm. He looks down seeing Jonathan running on the ground in tears yelling up to him. Clark quickly speeds to the ground and picks up his little boy to hold him. Jon began to cry squeezing his neck.
He leans into his Dad's neck "you kept your promise"
"I always keep my promises" Clark cried kissing his head
He hears her footsteps running, her heart racing and he hears her tears falling onto the floor. Clark put his son down.
As he sees her knees begin to tremble. He speeds to her lifting her into his arms. She squeezed his neck tightly as now she let her pain be heard in the warm embrace. He kissed her lips no longer cold
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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year
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Steph: Hey, wouldn't it be hilarious if all B's villains had backstories like the new Disney villain-centric movies?
Barbara: Explain.
Tim: Oh! I get it is like Riddler is evil because a riddle killed his mom!
Barbara: But wouldn't that make so he hated riddles?
Tim: Maybe he hated his mom? You don't know!
Duke: Or maybe he hates riddles and uses them to stop himself and protect the world for the evil he truly represents... Nah, that's stupid.
Barbara: No, no go on.
Steph: It was funny as hell.
Duke: The Riddler hating riddles was not the stupid conspiracy theory I thought I would make for Tim today.
Barbara: How many conspiracy theories did you even made for Tim?
Tim: Does the ones he made for Bernard count?
Duke: A magician never revels their secrets.
Barbara: You're not a magician.
Steph: He could be. Anyway before this ends up with someone giving Duke a box of magic tricks for begginers made for seven year olds *looks pointedly at Babs, she shrugs* my idea was that the number two died trying to save Two-Face's grandma from the other numbers.
Barbara: Okay, this one makes more sense. What about Scarecrow lost his puppie because of a horror movie?
Tim: You judge me but that means Crane would hate fear. So check mate.
Barbara: No, no, hear me out, he lost the puppie because the dog was too brave and stayed during the whole movie. If if had runned afraid it would have been fine.
Duke: My turn! I present all the books they had falled into Mad Hatter's dad killing him except somehow the Alice in Woonderland book that stayed in the shelve so he sweared to never read another book ever again?
Steph: Love it.
Cass: *was always there but hidden in the corner* Great. May I?
Duke, Tim and Steph:*surprised jump scare noises*
Babs: Please. Be our guest.
Cass: Killer Moth was raised by moths. Bruce accidentaly killed his third aunt as a child because he tried to pick it and show Alfred but was too strong.
Duke: You are a genius.
Steph: It's better than whatever official backstory he has.
Dick: *just came back from a mission* What are you guys doing?
Tim: Creating stupid rogues origin stories.
Dick: It seems fun. Let me try... huh... Oswald became Penguin because a Penguin flew through his window the moment he was considering becaming a criminal .
Damian: *was in the mission with Dick* May I try? Joker is a villain because his mother had depression and his jokes never made her happy.
Dick: Holy shit! Too heavy, lil D.
Duke: Sadge.
Tim: It looks like a soap opera plot.
Damian: I DO NOT watch soap operas with umi. SHUT UP!
Tim: Whoa there is a lot to unpack here.
Damian: Say one more word and I'll kill you Drake.
Duke: My bet is on Dami.
Cass: Bet Tim survives but barely.
Dick: Let's all calm down a bit. Maybe Joker became a villain because a mean kid said he wasn't funny.
Jason: *coming out of nowhere* What about Joker became a villain because he sucks?
Steph: That's just real life, Jay. We are trying to have fun here.
Jason: *rolls his eyes* Fine. Let me try again. All of B villains had their family killed by a bat. All of them. The same day, the same bat. Better?
Steph: Amazing!
Tim: Wait a second.
Damian: What now, Drake?
Tim: Bane has a Cruella type backstory!
Babs: *eyes getting huge* Holy shit he kindda has.
Cass: Explain.
Tim: When in the pit because a lot of irrelevant trauma things Bane had nightmares with a half bat half man creature attacking him so his solution was to crack B's spine in half.
Dick: Okay we need to make a Cruella Bane song.
Babs: Is not that close of a backstory.
Dick: So you don't want a Cruella Bane song?
Babs: Good point. I stand corrected.
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002yb · 7 months
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Jaybin putting J 🖤 D and Jason Grayson in the margins of his school books like every love struck teenager and hiding them in his draws where no one can find them.
Only years later when Dick can finally bring himself to enter pass the threshold of a room that has been sitting untouched does he come across them. Dozens of little drawings and hearts hidden in plain sight. At first it’s like a game for Dick, trying to find as many of these little mementos of Jason’s love for him left, he’s filled with so much love and the cuteness of it might just make him explode.
He looks up, a tease on the tip of his tongue before he remembers. And then suddenly it’s the usually guilt and grief but this time he’s also mourning what could’ve been.
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Anyway Jason coming across them at the back of their wardrobe in a box and being found by Dick surrounded by evidence of his puppy crush. Face red and head in his hands and omg Dick why did you keep these get rid of them this so humiliating.
Dick finally getting to tease Jason just to see what shade of red he’ll turn and how far it’ll travel.
Oh, but Dick seeing the little J 🖤 D scribbled into the margins of Jason's notes even before Jason was taken from them. And Dick teases him then and there because there's nothing more darling than puppy love.
Dick wouldn't know it's him though. So he would badger Jason about it. Relentless with his teasing and questions as Jason blushes, spitting and sputtering as he complains at Dick.
The reaction only spurs Dick on though. He adores it, so he persists with it regardless of how Bruce and even Babs tell him to go easy on the poor kid.
The little affections persist for years. For Jason's entire tenure as Robin before he's taken away from them. And it doesn't take Dick by surprise that Jason is the sort to fall so hard and stay so devoted, but at the same time it does. Whoever this 'D' is - they're a lucky little bastard. Or they would have been.
The above being a thought that occurs to him when Dick comes across those notebooks years after the fact. And it's as he's flipping through the pages that he stumbles across those more telling affections: DG 🖤 JT & Jason Grayson and - oh.
It's him. Dick is the lucky bastard. It's him.
And it takes his breath away. It wrecks him, leaving him staggering to kneel on the ground beside Jason's desk, notebook in hand. Ink bleeding as Dick cries over all this youthful, innocent love meant for him.
It's a mournful thing at first, but then Dick remembers how he'd make Jason blush all the time and he laughs because there's more context for that now and it's silly. It's sweet.
But Dick regrets that Jason wasted his time on Dick. Then again, Jason was only fifteen - still so young; a child - maybe being taken from them while still having such a pure love untainted by expectations or heartbreak is a small mercy.
And yes. Jason comes back and that puppy crush hasn't gone away. Dick recognizes it if only because he's in the know now and it never fails to make him smile because Jason might have changed to the point he's unrecognizable, but with this - he's the same. It's a catalyst for recognizing a lot of Jason's other qualities, too. Just Dick being very aware of Jason and subconsciously smitten.
Then they get together and it's nice, but Jason finds those notebooks and he doesn't screech, necessarily - but it's a near thing because wtf are these, Dick? Omfg burn them what the hell when did he find out???! Then Dick cheekily says, 'Well, Mr. Grayson - ' and Jason takes Dick down and out because no no nope. Meanwhile Dick cackles and it's sweet and ahhhhhhh. Precious.
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PJO x Batman(Batfam)
Alfred Pennyworth: Alright, first things first. This man would be Chiron. In a heartbeat. At first I was thinking Dionysus, but Bruce fits more with Dionysus. He's reliable, considerate, and lends a helping hand if the kids ever need it. Also a horse bottom half would be fucking awesome. Alfred could kick so much butt.
Bruce Wayne: Dionysus. He is camp counselor. He is the dramatic one. He would fuck with the kids by saying he's their father, just so they could get him whatever he wanted. He holds no malicious intent behind this, and only wants to mess around with them. He will apologize if it hurts some of the kids. AND he is a dramatic emo. Case in point.
Dick Grayson: When I think ab him the first thing I see in my mind's eye is acrobat. Responsible older brother, dutiful, chaotic. At first I was thinking Athena, but THEN I was like wait- someone else is Athena's son. Not that Athena can't have two sons but it don't fit. He's Apollo's son. Ball of sunshine, can hold a wicked good tune, and kicks ass. A punch you least expect from someone who is so nice and kind.
Helena Wayne: Her dad is literally Dionysus, so people underestimate her. She's seen as the party girl, the rich spoiled kid who can't defend herself. Then next thing you know you're in the infirmary because she knocked you out. She is a theater kid like her dad, and tends to instill madness into those that go against her, sort of driving them insane. If they don't get medical attention right away. It pisses people off when she plays the part of a helpless rich girl and then suddenly has a powerful punch. But she is a good contender for Artemis.
Barbara Gordon: How can she not be Hermes daughter? She has the brains and the wits, but is in the background feeding all the Bats information. She keeps things running and helps Bruce not burn something to the ground, also helps Alfred keep his sanity. Technically, she could be considered camp counselor with how well things are run under her guidance and advice. She may have all the information, but only gives certain bits out for free. She also has hella blackmail on her family if they ever decide to cross her.
Jason Todd: Hella Ares vibes at first, but beneath that this man has strategy. Don't let his blind hatred for Joker fool you, he knows he has to understand a battle first and foremost. His loathing for Joker only gets in the way with clown related things, but he truly is Athena's son. He's well read and observes a battlefield, pointing out many vantage points so he can stay out of line of sight until the perfect moment.
Kate Kane: Artemis' daughter. She hunts down her enemies, and sticks to hiding in plain sight. She may not use a bow, but she has other ways to hunt her target without one. Quiet and strong, able to keep herself hidden until she can properly attack.
Tim Drake: Athena's son, like Jason. He's known as the one who comes up with the plans and often gets the others in the family to excecute him. He's the brainiac. It's known at a young age he found out who Batman and Robin were. He looked up to Batman. He followed Batman. He used detective skills to figure things out that adults hadn't even tired to. He's the mastermind. No, Babs is.
Turner Hayes: Aphrodite's son. He's pretty and uses that to his advantage. Others think he's the spoiled adopted son of Bruce Wayne, but he is nothing like what the media says about him. Regardless of how he may look he is rather cunning and smart, but it's hidden beneath a pretty face. The police didn't believe he was doing detective work because he didn't look like someone who would be able to do that, and they were wrong.
Stephanie Brown: Steph is trying to prove herself. She may not be seeking revenge, but she believes that she needs to prove herself in delivering justice like the rest of her family. Nemsis' daughter. She believes in doing the right thing, even if the right thing at that moment seems like the worst thing someone could do.
Harper Row: Nemesis' daughter. She doesn't feel right living in a world where there are bullies around. Harper wants to take down as many bad guys as she can to keep the streets safe for Gothamites. She seeks retribution and vengeance, trying to save others much like she saved her own brother. Her brother Cullen, is who drives her forward.
Cassandra Caine: Her strength is seeing things that others cannot, i.e. body language. Hypnos' daughter. Cass can read a room and understand immediately what is going on. Her sight is her power. She was taught to be an assassin that looks but never speaks. Able to use that to her advantage to get a one up on those she is fighting or going against.
Damian Wayne Al-Ghoul: Son of Nike(and Dionysus). His goal is victory, in anything. He trains hard and strives to be the best at what he does, Damian does not take second place. He believes he can only achieve something if he is the best and most powerful at it. That is why he stays in the Nike cabin to train and hone his skills. (Even if he has a bed at Dionysus cabin.) He doesn't tell people a lot, but he goes over to sleep in his dads cabin. Once in a while. The old man would think he was getting soft if Damian ever told him that.
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        I tucked myself as far under the desk as possible. As the men spoke.
        "You sure you want to adopt another kid? You just met her and you just adopted Tim."
       "Dick, just wait till you meet her. She needs some help. 5 families in 3 years she needs some stability and I have all the resources she could ever need." 
        "If you are set on this I know I can't stop you I'm just worried. You probably scared the hell out of her with the suit." 
        "I don't know about that. Just meet her and you'll see what I mean. Come on, we can change once we are down there. I just left her. She should still be sl-" he stops speaking abruptly. I hear some shuffling and then I hear the office doors close. My heart begins to pound. I didn't even have any time to process the adoption comment. Maybe they left, why would he just stop talking like that? I slowly crawl out from the desk but before I could make much progress I feel someone jump on me. I scream at the top of my lungs as I try to buck him off of me. I'm not sure but I think we rolled a few times over each other. I even heard a laugh come from my attacker. 
       "Cut it out you two." I hear as I'm flipped on my back. I pant staring up at a tall man in a fancy suit. I blink for a few seconds before sitting up to see a man, no maybe he's a boy. He was younger than the taller man. He was chuckling. He was the one who attacked me. I pushed myself away from him. 
        "Sorry about that. I was trying to grab you but I thought we were playing." He said as he sat on his knees in front of me. "I'm Dick." He adds as he holds his hand out to me. How on earth did he think we were playing? I was screaming for my life. I look at his hand and stand up. I press myself against the wall behind me wishing I could melt into it. 
        "Margaret, do you know who I am?" The taller man asked. 
        "It's Batman. Batman is rich? I guess that makes sense."
         "B-batman" I squeaked out looking up at him. He almost looked surprised but smiled. 
         "That's right." He says. He looked proud. "I wouldn't have left you down there alone if I thought you were going to wake up anytime soon. You only slept for an hour." He looked back at the grandfather clock hatch. "How did you get out?" He asked as he touched the bent exposed metal of the frame of the hidden door. 
         "Felix did it. I didn't know he was going to." I say quickly not wanting to be blamed for it.
         "Who's Felix? And how did he break that thing open?" Dick says as he points to the hatch. 
         "It's alright Margaret. It all can be fixed. Well now that we are meeting officially face to face, I'm Bruce Wayne." Bruce holds his hand out to me with a small smile. I knew that name somehow. My stomach growled loud enough I knew they had to hear it and I was reminded how hungry I was. "You probably are hungry. You were down there for almost a day and Arkham isn't known for its food. Follow me. This is a good opportunity to show you the kitchen." Bruce said as he started to open the doors and walk out. Dick got up and followed him. I waited for a second trying to make sense of it all meanwhile Felix was screaming at me about the circus. He picks the most random things to fixate on. 
         I soon walk with them out into the hall. It was like something out of a movie. The ceiling was high and the long rug on the floor was probably the most expensive looking thing I had ever seen. We pasted many busts and paintings of people who looked just as fancy as the house. As I walked I could feel Felix tailing close behind. He wasn't going to miss a moment of this. We reached a kitchen the size of the last home I was put into. There was an old man standing at the oven with his back to us. 
         "Alfred, this is Margaret. I told you about her." Bruce says as the gray haired man turns around to greet us. He had an apron on that said kiss the chef. 
         "Oh hello Miss Margaret nice to meet you." He says before turning back to the meal he was making. "Do you like steak?" He asks. 
          "Yes." I say shortly. In truth I don't think I had ever had steak before but of course I knew what it was. 
           "Well good it should be done soon. Take a seat." He said motioning to the long line of stools at the bar. It almost looked like it could be a diner. I climbed up one of the stools as Bruce and Dick followed. I wasn't sure how to react. I didn't know if I should trust any of this. 
         "You look bored. Just wait till Tim gets home from school. He's around your age and he has lots of game consoles. You guys will get along great." Dick says as he leans on the counter to look past Bruce. 
         "Will Master Jason be joining us for lunch?" Alfred asked Bruce as he started to lay down plates in front of us. I stared down at my plate. I wasn't even sure if any of this was real. I have had very vivid hallucinations before. Maybe I'm still at Arkham in a bed drooling on myself. 
        "Just put his lunch in the oven. He is probably still sleeping." Bruce responds. A well done steak is placed on my plate, the smell pulled me from my thoughts. I grabbed the fork and knife and started to try and cut my steak. Without saying anything Bruce took his knife and fork and started to cut up the steak. I should feel embarrassed I needed help cutting a steak but I was too hungry to argue. He cut some pieces up and then started to eat his own food. I gave him a small grin before trying mine. It was incredible. I thought with how hard cutting it was it would be hard to chew but it practically melted in my mouth I smiled and started to eat quicker. 
         "This is great as usual Alfred." Dick said in between chews. 
         "It's just something I whipped up. He said as he spooned some potatoes onto our plates. I wasn't sure if he was a butler or a chef but he seemed really nice.
          "What nice people, what do they want with you?" I ignored him as I continued to eat. This food was probably the best I have ever had. While I worked on the potatoes Bruce cut up the last bit of steak. 
         I finished my food first. With a full stomach I could think better and my mind came back to what they were talking about in the office. Adopt I didn't want to be adopted. Could he even do that? Should I bring it up? Before I could say anything Bruce began to speak. 
          "You really do like steak. Well that's good. Great source of protein. Do you want to see the family room next?" He asked as he cleaned his mouth on a cloth napkin. I stare at him blankly. I wish I could say what I was thinking but it was like I couldn't speak at all let alone say anything useful. "You will like it." He said as he stepped off the stool and thanked Alfred before ushering me through two large double doors. 
          "Wait up guys!" I heard Dick yell from the kitchen. The walk seemed so long. Each room was more extravagant than the last. Finally we reached a huge room filled with books and sofas. There was a flat screen up on the wall and under it must be the game consoles Dick was talking about. There were even toys in a fancy wooden box and smaller easels with art supplies on the table and a yoga mat of some kind. The windows were ceiling to floor just like the offices. 
            "What do you like to do? We have something for everyone." Dick says as he runs and jumps on one of the sofas. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. A loud gun fight was playing on the TV when it switched on. I screamed and turned around to look at it horrified. He fumbled with the remote as he tried to turn it down. "Sorry sorry! Must have been Jason in here last." He said with a chuckle. I looked back at Bruce. He was already looking at me. 
         "Go on, make yourself at home." He said as he walked to the other sofa and sat down. I slowly walked over to the box of toys. Maybe he has younger kids as well. Dick was way too old for these and if Tim was my age he's too old for them as well. Maybe Jason is younger. I grabbed a turtle figuring. I held onto it as I moved to the bookshelves. I never was a big reader but some of these books looked so old. 
          "Now's your chance ask Dick about the circus. Go on he loves them!" I looked at Dick who seemed distracted by the movie. "No go ahead he will be so happy about it. Haly's was his favorite as a boy."
          "Hey Dick? What's so special about the Haly's circus? Does it have elephants?" I knew I was tricked as soon as I saw his face. 
         "Excuse me?" He asked as he looked back at Bruce then to me again. 
        "Dick, she-" Bruce was interrupted by Dick.
        "What do you know about it?" I stood there frozen. Felix was laughing as I racked my brain trying to think how to make it better. 
        "I um Felix said you liked them." I said which only made my friend laugh even harder. My face got hot as I felt myself become embarrassed. 
         "It's alright Margaret." Bruce said as Dick turned and looked at him. He had a look of betrayal.
         "Yeah it's alright. I'm just gonna go to my room." He said quickly changing his face back to the more cheerful one he had all day. He got up and left. 
           "I'm sorry I thought he liked the circus. Felix said he did." 
           "It's okay. He does like the circus. It's just a bittersweet place for him. So this Felix, you said he knows stuff? How does he know these things?" Bruse asked  
           "I think he just kinda knows. I never asked. He used to not lie so much though." I say as I look down at my feet feeling guilty for listening. "Sometimes it's hard not to listen to him. Before I know it I'm doing what he said." 
          "Like an intrusive thought?" 
          "I guess he gets mad sometimes if I don't listen as well." I look back up at Bruce. He looked like he was thinking. 
         "When did he start lying?"
         "When the Jeffersons gave me back."
         "I see, that was the family who raised you right?" I nod, I try not to think about them. Whenever I do Felix gets agitated. "Do you think he misses them?" Bruce asked 
          "No, he's mad at them. He said it's all my fault but he says that alot."
         "And Felix has been with you your whole life?" 
          "I think so. Mrs. Jefferson said he was my imaginary friend but he doesn't feel imaginary. He feels more real than anything else sometimes. He is real." I say as I clench the toy turtle tighter in my hand. 
           "I understand he feels real but is he?" Bruce asks but as he does a pair of kid scissors come flying at his head. He ducks and they stab into the wall behind him. 
            "I'm sorry I'm sorry he didn't mean it!" I say running behind Bruce and grabbing the scissors. I hold them close to my chest so Felix wouldn't try and take them back. Bruce turns around to look at me. He's so calm for someone who almost lost their eye. 
           "Okay Felix I understand you are real. I was just making sure. It was rude of me to press the issue." Bruce says to the air as he sits back in his seat. He didn't seem scared or like he was trying to appease Felix. I slowly walk back in front of him and push the scissors under the sofa seat as I sit down. "Does Felix need food, a bed or clothes?" Bruce asks me with a straight face. Not a hint of mockery. I shake my head no 
         "He doesn't like food and I don't think he needs sleep. I have never noticed him sleeping.
      "Well that's easy enough. Any toys or games he likes?" 
      "He's not a child."
      "I thought you couldn't see him?"
      "Sometimes in my dreams I can."
      "What does he look like?" He leaned forward, interested in the answer. I went to answer but the words wouldn't leave my mouth. I just shook my head. I looked down at the turtle in my hand and smiled as I set him on my knee. 
         "Do you like turtles? That was mine when I was a boy. There should be a whole set of reptile figurines in there." Bruce says with a grin. I was thankful he could pick up on that I wasn't able to tell him, I couldn't really talk about what Felix looks like.
           "I do like turtles. They are cute. I like that anywhere they go, they have a home. They are lucky little critters." 
            "That's true I never thought of it like that. Speaking of homes, have you thought about where you will go after we sort this all out?" I shrug. He had to know I heard him and Dick talking about adoption. 
           "Real subtle. Tell this freak you're not interested Margaret. I wanna leave."
            "I heard you and Dick talking when I was hiding in your office. I don't want to live here. I just want to be left alone." I say as I look away from him. Bruce nods like he understands. He puts his hands in his lap and wrings them together as he thinks. He almost looked sorry. 
          "He's already made the calls. We're never leaving this prison." I try to stay calm as Felix runs through the worst outcomes possible. 
         "The problem is Margaret, I have already contacted the adoption agency. The paperwork is being pushed through as we speak. I was hoping you'd like it here and ask to stay." Bruce said in an empathic voice. The remote was thrown at the wall so hard it shattered into pieces. My head felt like it was going to explode. I put my head in my hands and pressed on it, scared it would burst like a dam. "I know you are upset but I also know you will be happier here, safe. We can protect you, you can be a norm-"
         "Stop talking!" My voice almost didn't sound like my own. I felt like my throat was closing but it didn't matter, I couldn't take a breath anyway. More things started to fly in Bruce's direction. I felt tears roll down my face. I didn't want him to be hurt but I was so mad he did this. I could hear Felix talking. I wasn't sure what he was saying. "Why would you do that! Leave me alone! Get out!" I wasn't sure where that voice was coming from. It wasn't mine, it was too deep, too raspy but it was my words. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I looked up and Bruce had stood up and was looking down at me completely calm as many of the items in the room spun around the room circling. 
         "You do what you have to but I'm not going to leave you alone like this." He batted away the occasional object that broke free from the circle. I looked away from him trying to calm myself down as Felix continued his fit. I rubbed my eyes trying to dry my tears. I choked back a few sobs as the circle of projectiles slowed and fell to the ground. 
        "I don't want to stay here." I say in a whimper of a voice. 
        "I understand. We will work it all out. The weather is going to get bad tonight, there's going to be a lot of snow. I'd feel better knowing you weren't wandering the street cold or worse." He said as he put his hand on my head to fix my hair a bit. I couldn't argue with that. I couldn't stand being cold. One night won't hurt. I nod still sniffling. 
        "I'm sorry about the mess." The room was in shambles. 
        "It's okay, just needs to be picked up a bit. Do you want to help me clean it up?" He asked as he kneel down and started by handing me the small toy turtle. I grabbed it and nodded. We slowly picked up what we could. Some things broke. I felt so bad, something like that normally doesn't hit me so fast. I wouldn't let Felix know this but Bruce almost made me feel brave enough to tell Felix off. I foolishly thought he could somehow stop him. I love my friend and don't want him to leave but he can be scary. 
           Looking at Bruce now without the mask he seems so normal. No one would ever guess what he did at night. His eyes even change when he's Batman. He's completely unrecognizable.
         The room was mostly clean now. Some time had passed and we sat in the family room in silence together. It was nice, I was thankful he didn't seem phased by any of it. Part of me wondered how much he could handle. Would he really want me around if I cried all night and kept everyone awake, or if I locked myself away for days. What if Felix hurts me. Can he be so unflinching if Felix hurts one of his other children. I don't see how he can justify the risk for a complete stranger like me. 
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Like, I would kill for a story where post-Court of Owls reveal, once he learns about them and their plans for Dick, Bruce becomes OBSESSED with conducting a secret, off-the-books investigation he doesn’t tell any of the Batfam about.....where he’s like, committed to unearthing every single member of the Court no matter what, just so he knows for sure who they ARE, that he can identify them as an enemy. Because he’s like, Bruce, so he can’t help but feel guilt-ridden that there was this whole epic threat to Dick the ENTIRE TIME he was raising Dick, and Bruce never had a clue....and the only way Bruce can feel Dick is safe, that he can feel he’s ‘made up for not somehow sensing this threat’ like he should have just somehow KNOWN....is for Bruce to be able to be confident he’s ferreted out every last member, and even if he can’t expose them publicly, at least he’ll KNOW that they’re not safe for Dick to be around.
But he can’t just like, TELL his family what he’s doing, oh no. Then he’d have to have The Feelings talk about how guilty he feels and why, and whether he should, and they’d be all like ‘B, you’re being ridiculous, you can’t be responsible for just not knowing everything’ and he’d have to be all like HAHAHA BET? And then they’d make it about his EGO and his pride and he’d be like omg no, this is about Dick’s SAFETY, DUH, and all of that just sounds exhausting and would take away from Important ‘Could Be Making My Son Safer’ Time, so its best to just skip all that by lying to his family and keeping secrets from them, even the one he’s specifically trying to protect with all this.
Like. Its just Logical, honestly.
Why so many people in his life hate Logic, Bruce will never understand. But that’s a problem for another day.
BUT.
MEANWHILE.
The irony is that Dick Grayson is absolutely his father’s son, so the whole time Bruce has been conducting his own top secret investigation entitled UNEARTH EVERY LAST ONE OF THE FUCK FERRETS WHO THINKS THEY’RE GONNA WINTER SOLDIER MY KID, Dick’s conducting his OWN identical investigation for the exact same reasons.....he just has to know who they are, y’know? For his own peace of mind. He’ll never feel safe or comfortable at another gala - and he can’t just, avoid them for the rest of his life, not without putting distance between himself and his family that he’s not willing to do, ESPECIALLY not BECAUSE of some douchebag fuck ferrets like the Court of A-Holes......like, he’ll never feel okay at one of those events again unless he can be sure he at least KNOWS who to stay away from, who to watch his back around.
And then Bruce and Dick stumble across each other in the midst of their ongoing, parallel investigations, and they make like that meme of the two Spider-Mans pointing at each other like WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU HERE DRESSED THE SAME WAY AND DOING THE SAME THING AS ME, HOW DARE, I’M AN ORIGINAL.
And then like, the rest of the Batfam peeks out from where they’re hiding behind the curtains or under the desk in one of the Owls’ super secret hidden office, and everyone’s like haha wow, weird, fancy seeing you guys all here. We’re definitely not all doing the same thing for the exact same reasons, that would be so weird. It might imply that despite our epic dysfunction, we’re actually like, an actual family of like-minded individuals who all care about each other and are uncannily in sync when we’re not busy yelling about how we’re totally different and would never be like our siblings or parent ever, on account of they’re the worst.
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