#the batfamily is concerned

[thefanficcup]

DC/DP Constantine Bingo

When Danny gets crowned High King he gets loaded with mountains of paperwork all because of one John Constantine. So instead of dealing with it he turns Constantine's sold soul pieces into a currency for favors from the King. (Claming John's soul for himself to end all debates)

Then because Constantine will likely continue to sell his soul carelessly Danny makes an official decree that anyone who wants can create a 5 by 5 grid of beings/situations/etc. John will se his soul to and send it to Clockwork to officially enter the bingo, creating a realms wide bingo with prices. Along with this comes a ruling that of John comes to you and wish to sell his soul in return for a favor that you can do, you must accept, preventing people from cheating.

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This of course makes John very paranoid. It suddenly got very easy to trade his soul and many beings even seemed eager to do it. Despite them knowing it would not give them the ownership of his soul.

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What happens when Danny receives an update on the bingo, in the form of a green postit-note, in the middle of a dinner at Wayne manor.

It could either be a meet your partners family dinner or a adopted danny dinner.

Anyway now he either has to come clean about being a ghost, the ghost king, or make up a story about befriending ghosts and getting invited to the bingo that way.

Bonus points if Danny name dropps Constantine without knowing that the Wayne's are the bats and that John had shared his paranoia with his coworkers.

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I am not a writer but if you like this and want to write it your self, be my guest, just tag me so I can read it👻👻

[qweenofurheart]

the tim drake experience

[batfamhyperfixation]

*Dick hangs up*

Bruce: Huh.

Duke: Uh oh. What's going on, B?

Bruce: Dick usually says "I love you" when we hang up. And then he sings it and then he whispers it. This time he just said, "gotta go, dad"

Cass: Well, maybe... He's gotta go?

Bruce: Yeah, maybe. It just feels like Dick hasn't been around as much lately. Last week, he only came to four out of seven breakfasts, and he missed bat-equitment maintenance day to, and I quote, "train with Wally." He didn't even come over to watch that other unrelated Wayne family on Family Feud.

Damian: Their performance was- survey says- disgraceful.

Bruce: I mean, I don't want to just throw around the D-word but...

Steph: *Gasp* Dracula disorder?

Bruce: Drifting. As in we're all drifting apart. This was my worry when Dick moved out to Blüdhaven, that we'd see him less and less. And then from there, who knows what would happen?

Jason: oh my god, is it me driving him away? I'm always pestering Dick with annoying questions like "How much do you think your arms weigh? Like if you took them off your body and weighed them separately?"

Tim: *gasp* it could be my fault. The other day, when Dick and I went to the movies, I got a small popcorn to share and he said, "I wish you'd gotten a medium."

Damian: well, I know it's not me. I'm amazing.

[emotional-piece-of-meat]

Tim is surprised every time Bruce being a dad. Not even a good one, which he is, but genuinely just a dad.

Like, what do you mean, he asks how was your day and carefully listened to your answer instead of interrupt you on the second sentence and talk about himself?

What do you mean, he cares about you every day and not only when he wants to look like a good dad™ at gala?

What do you mean, he tries to understand your interests instead of saying that it's useless and you have to quit?

What do you mean, he carries you to bed instead of waking you up?

What do you mean, he actually remembers things that you told him?

What do you mean, he stays with you, because you are scared and you asked him to?

What do you mean, you don't need to ask?

And for the first time in his life, Tim thinks that it wasn't his fault. He wasn't a bad child. His father was a bad person.

[help-itrappedmyself]

Danny punches a Clown Part 7

Masterpost

Danny wakes up some time later. Red and Agent A are there waiting for him in chairs on either side of his bed.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Less tired at least.” Danny was well enough he could feel his wounds trying to heal. “Could probably use some food though.”

“I will go retrieve it for you now that you are awake.” Agent A walks out of the med area.

“You feel up to meeting a few people? They’re going to be around so you should know who they are.”

“I guess so.” Danny sits up on the bed, bringing his knees to his chest.

Red leans out past the curtain and waves some people over. When he takes his seat, a man in a blue and black suit with a mask on and someone in an all-black suit with a head covering that comes down over his eyes comes in behind him. They stay standing by the curtain.

“You met Nightwing earlier, and this is Batman.” Red introduces. Nightwing waves when Red says his name. “We all work together here.”

Danny nods.

“Hey, Danny!”Dick comes over to sit in the chair on the other side of Danny’s bed. “We have a few questions that we would like to ask you if you’re feeling up for it.”

Danny shrugs.

“Okay, well we know you haven’t been in Gotham long, where did you come from?”

Danny wonders if he tells them a different dimension if they would believe him. If they would try to send him back. “Illinois.”

Nightwing let out a short whistle. “That’s a long way Danny.”Danny snorts at that. “Did you come here by yourself?”

“Yeah.” Danny starts picking at the edges of the blankets, trying not to look anyone in the eye- not that he could, they all have some form of mask on.

“Okay. Well, we have some concerns. Don’t know if you remember what you were talking about before you went to sleep, but you said some things about being shot at a lot, by your parents and some other people.”

“What part of that is a question?” Danny leans forward and rests his cheek on his knees, watching himself pick at the blanket. He found a loose thread that he’s started twirling around his fingers. 

“Can you tell us more about the people who were shooting at you? We’d like to look into them.”

Something in the tone Nightwing is using makes him sound all clinical. Like a social worker. Or a cop. It shouldn’t matter really because the people that did this to him are inaccessible unless they have some way to dimension hop. 

“Doesn’t matter anymore, I’m here now.”

“What made you come here? Do you have a family member, or friends that you were meeting?”

“For real, are you a social worker? Psychologist, cop, what.” Danny looks up at him. “You brought me to a cave f and you’re all wearing masks, but you’re talking to me like I’m going to freak out or something. You can stop acting like I’m a child. I know what’s happened to me. Frankly, the fact that I’m trapped in a cave with people dressed the way you are is more concerning for me than being back on the street. So can we get on with you doing whatever you’re going to do?”

“We’re not going to do anything Danny.” Red leans towards him. “We just want to make sure you have somewhere to go.”

“I don’t.” Danny states plainly. He knows his circumstances and he can’t risk going back home for a while, shouldn’t go back at all except to grab his stuff and leave again. 

The three share a few glances back and forth, having quite an in-depth silent conversation. Danny rolls his eyes and goes to stand up, they all immediately try and stop him.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Nightwing asks.

“Where are you trying to go?” Comes from Red.  

“You’re injured, you should stay in bed.” Comes from Batman.

Just then, Agent A pushes aside the curtain, walking in with a tray.

“I do hope you aren’t overwhelming the patient.” He brings the tray over, Danny straightens his legs and A situates the tray in his lap. “This boy needs to eat, and to rest. You don’t need to worry about where he’s going until he is fit to be out of bed. He’s not going anywhere until he’s improved.”

“Sir, I’m sure it’ll be fine-” Danny starts.

“Nonsense. I will not stand for it. You need proper treatment or your wounds will get infected. Now, eat or your body will not have the necessary fuel to heal.”

Danny bows his head and looks at the tray in front of him. A brought him chicken noodle soup, he starts to eat as A shepherds everyone back out and closes the curtain behind them.

“Now, I know this cannot be easy for you, being injured and alone.” A comes to sit in the chair that Red vacated. “I assure you that you have a place here at least until you are better. Even if you wish to leave now, you will not be able to get better on the streets.”

 “Thank you.” Danny says. “I didn’t mean to snap at them.”

“I’m sure they will forgive you for it, you are under a lot of stress right now.”

Danny nods. “Thank you for the food. It’s amazing.”

“Of course, Mister Danny. I will be making sure you are well nourished while you are with us. Please, let me know if you have any preferences.”

“Anything that’s not alive is good for me.”

Agent A just looks at him. “You did mention something about fighting your food last night. I had thought you were talking out of a bit of delirium.”

“Oh, no that used to happen. The chemicals my parents used reanimated the food sometimes. Had to fight some hot dogs. A chicken. Our kitchen was a hazard.”

“I dare say so.” A has a very scrunched up look on his face. “Rest assured nothing of the sort has ever happened in my kitchen.”

[ferrouswheel11]

‘Jason becomes Tim’s caretaker’ as if the man didn’t die at like 15 and then spend most of the next few years in a grave/catatonic/in a rage-fueled fugue state. He may know how to build a bomb but he knows *nothing* about being a grown adult. He’s still going through his ‘accepting that my parent is a fallible human being’ phase--

Meanwhile Tim was planning solo trips to New York City as a 13 year old. Like idk if he’s a master of self care but, lbr neither am I and I'm 25 so

[cardinalcheerio]

Jason at the bank: do you need anything else?

Banker: we need proof that you are who you say you are.

Jason *pulling out his death certificate*: does this work?

Dick *sitting next to him groaning*: I knew this was a bad idea.

[dyinggirldied]

sleeping bait?

Based somewhat on that line “death’s cold embrace/the eternal sleep”, like when Danny, through whatever reasons you decide, came to DC universe and the different dimension stuff + half dead nature = energy drained Danny, who fell asleep without meaning to at the worst or best of times.

Imagine big, strong Red Hood got ambushed by a gang but got saved by a small, Batman’s adoption bait kid who just beat all the bad guys’ ass with a thermos and won. Once he finished, the kid plopped down on Jason like a particularly lazy, sleepy cat and just stayed like that, using the big man as his personal pillow 😆 

Maybe Jason brought him back to one of his warehouses but the next morning the kid was gone.

The same thing repeated with the whole other bat siblings and they just plotted to kidnap the kid back to the mansion, for Danny’s own sake of course.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 114

What do y’know, another de-aged Danny. And another Danny with Talons. Only this time he’s found by a specific Talon. A very old Talon who is a very dramatic bastard. A very dramatic bastard who half grew up in a circus as a knife juggler and thrower. 

One Elder Talon William Cobb, has now acquired a Hatchling. Along with his fledgling Gray Son who keeps trying to peer at the small not-quite Talon. Why he gets this sensation to not tell the Court, he isn’t quite sure, but his instincts have never driven him wrong before. 

Now if only the bats would stop chasing them while his flock are trying to search for a nesting spot…

[snaileer]

Free advertising Part 3

Parts 1 & 2

If one has spent a decent amount of time in an engineering lab, perhaps even been raised above (and in) such a lab, it would come as no surprise that the construction of potentially hazardous items can sometimes be accidental.

Danny’s teachers and classmates evidently do not share this sentiment when he attempts to leave their group to disarm the pipe-bomb in front of them during their field trip to the Gotham railroad museum.

Danny doesn’t get it.

“Once you accidentally make one, you figure out pretty fast how to unmake one,” Danny shrugs in reason, it’s not like it’s hard. Well, it’ll probably be a bit different because it’s not from spare pieces of a microwave but still!

“Microwaves don’t have spare pieces, Danny,” One of the chaperones says. Oh, she must have heard Danny’s mumble.

“Sure they do! Everything has spare pieces if you do it right!” Danny smiles, “Here, watch this!” Danny lunges for the bomb, dodging a reaching arm with practiced expertise.

Once he has his hands on it, he’s pulling his Fenton family goggles from his pocket and the mini toolkit his parents got -made- him for his 12th birthday. Complete with a laser cutter!

Danny uses the magnification of the goggles to get a closer look at the design, holding it up to his face. The timer seems to be a separate connection… hmm.

Danny turns his ear to it, shaking vigorously, but he pauses as shouts sound from behind him sitting criss-cross on the floor.

Except…when he turns around, nothing’s different except the group looking startled and pressing themselves farther against the wall.

“Nightingale!” Damian hisses from the herd, “What are you doing!?!”

Danny tilts his head in confusion, vision tinted slightly green through his goggles, “I’m..deconstructing it??” Danny looks down as he unscrews a few pieces, listening for the disconnection of the timer, “Thought that was obvious,” He grumbles.

Danny pulls his goggles to his forehead to get a better gauge of the wire colors before pulling two of them out. The timer display turns off.

The group seems to sag in relief as the red numbers go dead.

Danny barely notices, looking intently at the object as he turns it in his hands.

Hmmmm.

He flips his goggles back down and reaches blindly for his toolkit. Danny continues unscrewing, grabbing a different screwdriver and his mini weld set, before setting two metal grids to the side and holding it back up.

“See! Spare parts!” He says with a smile.

The green goggle tint prevents him from seeing his chaperone’s face drain of color.

It does not prevent him seeing Batman crash through the window three seconds later.

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[p1nkshield]

What if all of the batkids hate going to galas because of the Brucie Wayne™️ act he puts on at them. Honestly, I would be unnerved too.

Like imagine your super smart detective father who outsmarts villain after villain doing the puppy head tilt “huh? 🧐 I don’t get it! 😄” thing in front of you to keep up appearances.

Bruce: Boy, I sure am glad we were able to help your cause with our financial support! Now, I’m going to go see what that seafood tower is all about! *trips over his own feet obviously* whoops! Haha Good thing I’m only a business man, I’m so clumsy!

Tim internally: DISGUSTING! I HATE IT HERE! I NEVER WANT TO SEE THAT AGAIN! I NEED IODINE IN A BUCKET TO SOAK MY HEAD.

Everyone uses the excuse of pompous gatherings being sooooooo booooooring but in actuality

Nobody wants to see babygirl in action

[yesiknowimshort]

tim: so my son in law…

jason: please stop referring to me as that

[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

headcanon that jason reads to cass. well, it started as him reading to cass -- she got to work on her literacy, and he got to share his favorite books with someone -- but it kind of isn't just cass anymore.

tim was the first to join them. he'd sit at the end of the couch and listen. jason's got a good voice for reading, very calm and measured, and having that sort of steady, relaxed sound in the background made tim feel comfortable enough to fall asleep to the sound of his brother reading.

damian, oddly enough, was next. he walked into the library one day, fully prepared to dye tim's hair purple or something while he was asleep, but he came across jason reading aloud and short-circuted a bit. he didn't get read to growing up in the league of assassins, so the concept was pretty foreign to him. but he kind of liked it. so he sat down in one of the chairs and listened.

dick's Sibling Bonding Radar just went off one afternoon and led him to the couch in the library. tim was already asleep and damian was settled into the armchair, entranced, so it was cass that made eye contact with him and put a finger to her lips, telling him not to interrupt. not that dick was going to -- he was already stretching out on the floor, careful to be absolutely silent so as not to disturb the peace.

steph, kate, duke, and barbara don't live at the manor, but every time they're in the house during this self-imposed quiet time, they'll find a spot on the couch or the floor to listen. in the kind of life they have (the one where you dress in kevlar and spandex and go out at night to punch people) (or during the day to punch people) (or you run an enormous computer to help the people in the kevlar and spandex... okay you get it) it's nice to have some quiet time with their family.

[ghost-bxrd]

Hello! How would Talon!Dick and Owl Song Bruce and Alfred react to Jason getting taken by the Court of Owls? Not even necessarily to turn him into a talon, but just to tormet/lure Dick back 🦉

Alfred and Bruce would have their hands full stopping Dick from offering himself up to the Court in exchange for Jason.

Despite many years passing there’s still a part of Dick that acknowledges them as something larger than life itself. Something he couldn’t fight if he tried.

So the only logical, obvious conclusion that might still save his owlet would be to give them something they want more than to punish him and Batman.

Namely, return the Talon that was “stolen” from them on a silver platter. 🥺😰🦉

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID: An animatic of Stephanie Brown as Robin set to Tears over Beers by modern baseball. The images are paired with the lyrics. Stephanie as spoiler staring longingly at Bruce, Tim and Cass on a rooftop is paired with "he needed more than me". A compilation of sketches of Steph as robin go with "im friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty". Finally a redraw of Steph's firing as Robin is paired with "but he needed more than me". End ID]

been trying to finish a comic for. Weeks now (just been hitting a lot blocks) and quickly threw this together as a break from it! Do you guys ever think about Stephanie Brown…

[connorsbonez]

DC/DP Crossover Idea #49

All the kid ghosts of Danny’s gallery seemed to have taken his adoption into the Wayne family as an invitation to come haunt the manor, not to cause any serious problems just to annoy the living shit out of them and be the biggest inconveniences in their day-to-day lives in the building.

That’s how it goes for a while until the ghosts mellow out and take the time to hang out with the living residents of the manor.

Don’t get me wrong, they’re still little shits except now they have moments where they chill out or let the other Wayne kids join in on their mischief.