puppetmaster13u · 6 months ago
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jlmasaysmoneyisbest · 2 months ago
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BSD X DCU
Someone hate my brain with me becuz wtf
So this is kind of a cross over with marvel as well but only with
Thanos
who snaps almost everyone
Only Bruce and Alfred is left
Thanos has Fyoders plan in mind
so not only are people gone but powers
then comes abilties
War is torn through the land
Alfred dies
Bruce takes on a new name given to him as a gift from a new friend
Fukuzawa Yukichi 
He meets Ranpo and immediatly wants to cry because he would so fit with his children
he created the agency
and every new member made his heart swell and break at the same time because he loved his family and he missed his dead ones
So blah Blah Blah
people die get revived Vampires!
Everything gets fixed
Fyoder is alive as well as Bram and Kunikida
Ships are acoming
Everyone gets to live happily
Yokohama is like in a mha crossover a closed off
area
Abilities are only in there and the people who were left behind in the snap(yes Yokohama is huge)
Everyone outside is back and have been slowly trying to get back to their lives
rebuilding everything that was destroyed
The supes and bats and everyone else are looking for Bruce or at least for his body
Everyone in Yokohama
have this totally different morals
including bruce
He no longer has a no kill rule
but instead kill only if necessary
Bruce has been threw war he has Fukuzawa pasts
Honestly I accidently read a fanfic that is Bruce is great but the kids are bad and basically leaving him alone and ignoring him and basically bad father Bruce but instead its the kids
idk it was really random and complicated and I don't remember much but it made me sad and hate the batkids a little ):
So jealousy! because everyone loved that
Fukuzawa was the father to his agency like he never was to the bat kids no matter how much he wanted to be
also to make it more dramatic
Im making Mori and Fukichi try to win his love
Like it was by total accident I imagined this scene
you see
I imagined a scene where
the batkids meet everyone and Mori says
"Say what can I do to get your father to marry me"
Fukichi jumps in as well
the kids are incredbly confused while
Fukuzawa hates himself
Fukichi and Mori asked him out
In THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE
and Fukuzawa who was entirely focused on the battle said yes
and then they proposed in another middle
he said yes but caught himself
and said
"ONLY IF YOU GET MY ENTIRE FAMILY TO AGREE"
and as much as they hate the two they would totally agree for shits and giggles
also Mafia totally want Fukuzawa as a father figure
and the batkids are so confused
and are like
Why do we have more family
Did B just allow that man to kill
why is he friends with villains
(which you know in BSD makes small sense)
why are two men fighting for his hand in marriage
wtf different reality did we walk through
This Unlike BSD and DCU is all very
Slice of Life
Comedy
What the fuck is happening
I am jealousy
Father President YAYAYAYAYAYA
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dont-be-so-shy · 3 years ago
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ok so,,, i think imma try a longfic abt the batkids getting stuck in the yj universe. except batman don't exist so they're not heroes (expect cissie and simon)
so imma introduce you to my lesser-known characters below the cut:
babs, dick, jason, tim, cass, steph, duke, and damian are people most people already know, but we also got luke, simon, wendy, helena, harper, cullen, bette, cissie, isabella, kitrina, charlie, olivia, tristan, riko, colin, and carrie
luke: aka lucas fox, aka one of the two sons and four children of lucius fox, aka a vigilante named batwing and ceo of his own company foxtech
simon: simon dark is a really small-time character. so basically, he was created with a mix of mad science, magic, and twenty dead teenage boy's bodies. yes, i know it's creepy. he has enhanced healing and the ability to use each one of the faces of the twenty boys he's made of. he can also do magic, mostly clairvoyance, which for him means being able to tell the secrets someone's keeping from him and see farther than the horizon. he also has enhanced strength, telekinesis, the ability to psychically link people (like miss martian), and the ability to dimension-travel. in canon, he looks a mess of different skin tones and frankenstein stitching but in my fic, he's gonna be looking like a normal(ish) boy.
wendy: wendy white, sometimes called wendy harris, graduated mit alongside her twin brother, marvin, at sixteen and became a caretaker of titans tower. she and her brother were attacked by wonderdog and she fell into a coma while marvin died. her father is a gotham villain named the calculator, who wanted the anti-life formula (i don’t what it is but apparently it’s really powerful) to wake her up. he was defeated but she woke up on her own. she's paralyzed from the waist down and she became babs' apprentice, codename proxy
helena: helena bertinelli, was supposedly the daughter of a mafia guy and his wife, but it turns out she's actually the daughter of the wife and some other mafia dude. well mafia dude (the bio dad) hates the mafia family mafia guy (the other dad) is a part of, so he ordered to have mafia guy and his family killed (helena had older and younger siblings, i think). he told the killer to spare the lady he had helena with and kill the rest of them but the killer done messed and killed the mom instead of helena. helena hates mafia and crime so when she becomes huntress, she has nothing against killing. she's actually still young tho, she left boarding school in switzerland to come back to gotham and be a vigilante. she's also part of the birds of prey and has been both batgirl and batman
harper and cullen: the row twins/siblings. cullen was attacked by his classmates for being gay but the second time he was attacked, batman and robin (i think it was tim) stopped the bullies. harper, who's insanely good with engineering, became bluebird with a few handmade weapons and cullen stayed home. in my fic, he's gonna be catlad, trained by selina, in the field and coeus, fitting the greek myth theme, when on comms 
bette: bette kane is somehow related to kate kane, who's bruce's cousin and also batwoman. bette was the first batgirl but when dc rebooted she was made flamebird then hawkfire instead. in my fic, she's batgirl in the field and medusa behind the screen
cissie: cissie has no origin story which means i can still make her arrowette in a batman-less world. cissie king-jones is arrowette. and her mom wanted her to be a hero. that's quite literally all i know. she's part of the batfam instead of the arrowfam for some reason tho 
isabella: isabella ortiz was part of we are robin under the name robina, and is canonically dating duke. in my fic, she's dating harper instead 'cause duke is dating cullen. anyway, she's poor and also, her dad doesn't know she was part of we are robin 
kitrina: kitrina falcone is the youngest falcone who didn't wanna be mafia so she idolized catwoman instead. she was accused of betraying the family so she ran, becoming kittyhawk and helping catwoman and penguin. in my fic, she's known as stray instead 
charlie: charlie gage-radcliffe aka misfit is a metahuman with the ability to teleport (she calls it 'bouncing'). she didn't wanna be a hero and she couldn't teleport with people without killing them, so when her apartment building burned down with her mom and newborn sibling inside, she ran according to her mom's wishes. she resurfaced as batgirl, but when babs finally cornered her, she gave it up and became misfit instead, tagging along with the birds of prey 
olivia: olivia carr was kidnapped by the dollmaker and brainwashed into becoming part of his 'family'. when jim gordon was also kidnapped, he helped her escape and told her to give a note to batman on the gcpd's roof. she was later handed over to a gcpd cop while batman went to save the commissioner but it turned out the cop was crooked and wanted to sell her to some kidnappers so she slit his throat and ran away. she goes by mannequin 
tristan: tristan grey goes to damian's school along with maps, olive, and pom and a few others. he's a metahuman with enhanced vision, strength, and the ability to "transform" somehow 
riko: riko sheridan was also part of we are robin under the name r-iko. she was actually expelled from damian and tristan's school (damian was too actually). she idolizes batgirl, which is why, in the fic, i gave her the name black bat while cass is orphan 
colin: colin wilkes aka abuse is basically a ten-year-old hulk with control over his hulkiness. he's damian's friend and an orphan who got his powers thanks to kobra venom when he was trafficked 
last but not least, carrie!: she's technically from an alternate universe and was robin after jason instead of tim, then catgirl, then batwoman. in this fic, she's catgirl. she uses a slingshot 
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excuseme-howdareyou · 4 years ago
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Drunk
@lostmelody123
Emotion: Joyful. Characters: Any of the batkids. Word: Drunk
There was a squeaking sound in the manor. No, not a squeak. More of a… yap. A yipping, yapping noise, and so far in the distance that at first Bruce brushed it off as echoes from the bats. But as he ascended out of the cave into the manor, the noise only increased instead of decreased.
So no, it wasn’t the bats.
As Bruce ventured further into the manor, searching for the source of the noise, he wondered where everybody was at. The only one he was able to find right away was Alfred, who was chopping up cooked chicken in the kitchen. (Strange, considering the time of night, Bruce thought at the moment, but brushed it off as perhaps Alfred preparing a meal for tomorrow.)
“Alfred, have you seen the kids?” he asked.
“Everyone arrived home about an hour or so ago, Master Bruce,” Alfred replied,” None worse for wear.”
‘Well that didn’t sound too bad,’ Bruce thought, though a bit surprised. “Really? No fights? I could’ve sworn Jason mentioned they were going out for drinks tonight…” Then again, it was entirely possibly his second eldest son could’ve been pulling his leg. Neither Tim nor Damian were old enough to drink and Bruce couldn’t see either of them willing to go bar hopping with their older brothers and sister.
Alfred went back to chopping up chicken into teeny tiny pieces. “No fights,” he reaffirmed.
“Well, where are they?”
If he didn’t know any better, Bruce would’ve sworn he saw an infinitesimal smile on Alfred’s face. “They’re around here somewhere, I’d imagine,” was all he said.
Thoroughly confused, Bruce left the kitchen, off in search of that ip-ip-ip sound.
It was only when he reached the parlor that he realized the noise actually was. “Puppies?” he blinked in astonishment, which quickly turned into a mix of annoyance and anger,” Boys!”
No reply came, of course, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t follow the sound of yipping puppies all the way from the parlor to the family wing. The closer he got, the louder it became, intermixed with telltale “Shhhh!”s and “Quiet down, Theodore.” (Theodore???) Until finally he stopped in front of Dick’s room. For politeness’ sake, he knocked on the door three times. Also because he really found the panicked cries of “Oh shit, it’s Bruce!” highly entertaining.
“Quick, think of something!” Jason hissed loudly, though he probably thought he was being quiet.
“What do you suggest we do? It’s not like was can pretend we’re not here and hope he goes away.” Damian, ever the pragmatic.
“Tim, you’re the sneaky bastard of the family. Do something.”
“Why do I gotta do something? This is all Dick’s fault.”
Bruce knocked on the door -loudly, with the flat of his palm- three more times before throwing it open.
The sight of all five of his children with their arms full of puppies was both expected and yet still surprisingly jarring. As was the wide eyed, deer in the headlights look each and every one of them had. Yes, even Cassandra. Who he could admit, looked absolutely adorable with a golden retriever puppy snuggling in her arms and chewing playfully on her fingers.
(Jason was, unsurprisingly, trying to gently wrestle a pillow away from another one)
“Father, we can explain!” Damian was the first to speak up, but it was Tim who finished for him.
“It was Dick who brought them home!”
Dick… Richard John Grayson, his eldest son and who at one point was assumed to be the most mature of all his children… had nothing to say for himself.
Though that might have been because he was currently sitting on the floor, getting run over by no less than three puppies and giggling up a storm. “Dick…” Bruce shook his head, exasperated,” Where on earth did you get eight puppies?”
With giggles intermixed by random hiccups (was he drunk?), Dick sat up and grinned at his dad. “San-Sandy down on 64th,” he answered,” She had puppies! Well, not her really, but her dog. Her dog had puppies, Bruce! And they’re so cute and her apartment’s really small and you know puppies need a lot of room and exercise and running around and a small apartment isn’t a good place to raise seven puppers.”
“She was gonna bring them to the pound, Father,” Damian interjected, sounding absolutely horrified by the prospect,” The pound.”
Even Tim wholeheartedly agreed with him. Which says a lot considering they don’t agree on anything. “Have you seen that place, Bruce? They have way too much of an overcrowding issue as it is.” Bruce peered closer at Tim; were his cheeks redder than usual?
“So it was really you two who had the idea to bring them here?” he asked suspiciously.
“They’re mine!” Dick shouted suddenly,” I’m taking them all home with meeeeeee!” He fell once more into a fit of giggles when one puppy jumped up to nip at his face. Bruce could only watch in growing defeat as Dick fell backwards onto the floor and got promptly run over by puppies.
He sighed,” Dick… son, you can’t take eight puppies home with you to Bludhaven.”
“I can and I will!” came the slurred reply,” I’m a-” Dick hiccuped,” I’m a grown man and yuuu can’t stahp me, Brooose!”
‘How much has he had to drink tonight?’ Bruce wondered idly, then looked to his other children for help.
(He really should’ve known better)
“He’s not keeping all eight, B,” Jason reassured. It was not particularly reassuring, as when Bruce glanced over on the bed, Cassandra was carefully tying a blue ribbon around one puppy in place of a collar and Damian was still repeatedly calling the one he was holding ‘Theodore’.
‘Oh no, don’t tell me…’ His eyes widened upon realization, but before he could voice his absolute refusal, Jason hefted up on pup under his left arm,” Meet Fuzz…” Then a second puppy under his other arm,” ….and Buster.”
As if on cue, Buster howled at Bruce.
Tim was no better than the rest of his siblings. Of them all, he’d picked the calmest of the pups, sitting quietly on the bed with it sitting peacefully in his lap. “Leslie’s been telling me to get a therapy dog,” he said quietly, but with that wicked gleam in his eye that said he knew exactly how he was pulling at Bruce’s heartstrings.
“I don’t think this is what she meant when she-” he started to argue but then made the mistake of looking at Cass.
Without breaking eye contact, she leaned over and ruffled first Tim’s hair, then the puppy’s head, and said,” It’ll be good for little brother.”
‘I….’ He could only open and shut his mouth without saying a word. In the end, he could only accept defeat and retreated from the room without a word.
(An hour later, Alfred found him in the library searching for any books about dog training.)
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ellana-ravenwood · 5 years ago
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Batfam moments I think about a lot and wish we'd have more stories of...
1. Bruce Wayne learning how to "dad" and making SO MANY MISTAKES. But we see him evolve over the years, and slowly getting used to it. He will always have communication problems, and have moments when he's a total jerk. Let's not forget he's only human, and we all have bad moments. Buuuuut, he’s the kind of father to go make a detour to buy his kids their favorite dinner (and yes, all of them, like before he comes home to Wayne Manor, I can see him go to différent take aways and bring back their favorite food haha). 
Or like, remembering exactly what they’re into lately and looking stuffs up on the internet to get up to date. I bet sometimes they’d talk about a band or video games and Bruce would be like : “Oh yes, I particularly like the battle mode of this blahblahblah” and they’d all be stunned haha.  I think he has a special way of loving. It’s not always obvious, out there right in your face, but it’s most definitely there. 
His children are his strength (as shown in many stories... In more stories in fact, that the ones that exists where he's a total dick to them). And he cares for them in his own way, which can sometimes appear cold and such, while it's just that he doesn't always know how to react. Like. We have to remember his background, it's not really surprising he has communication problems and such things. But he cares... So much. 
He's thé kind of dad that goes out of his way to please his kids, even if said kids don't even notice the small things he does for them because ya know, hé just does it and they're used to it and it's only as they grow up they truly realize how out of his way he went for them etc etc. À discreet , pure and différent way of loving. He knows them, hé truly does. “You don’t even know me !” one of them would say after a fight, out of anger, and he would answer : “I do.” confidently, and they’d be like : “PROVE IT THEN !” and Bruce would enumerates everything he can think of about them. Favorite color, favorite meal, favorite book, favorite tv show, hobbies, crushes, fears etc etc...Anyway. Yes. 
I just want scenes of him slowly learning how to be a father, and not being the best about it all the time, yet trying his best and it’s obvious he does. We forget sometimes what he went through, and what it truly means for him to adopt and take care of those kids. We forget often that he became Batman, mainly because he does not want any other kid to experience what he went through. Bruce as à father is far from perfect, and hé makes shit tons of mistakes, but he tries, and hé loves them deeply. I think that's why I really hate canon lately, they turned him into à mindless brute who genuinely abusés his kids. It's so, so, so bad, and goes against decades of stories. It's written by people that think "edgy" is à personality trait and what people nowadays love (which is totally false). I'm pretty sûre that for all the canon examples of him being à jerk to the Batkids, I can pull out about ten times more examples of him being à good dad. Again. He's flawed because he's human, and he's difficult to understand at times... But no one will ever make me believe he doesn't love his children with all his heart.
2. Young Jason being super surprised that Bruce is actually a very good cook because he always pictured filthy rich people never doing anything themselves...and Bruce being like : “You know, I was mostly raised by Alfred. Of course he would teach me basic house skills.” while flipping expertly the food in the pan. Alfred one day telling the kids something like : “Everyone always think Master Wayne is a bubbly idiot who cannot work his way around a house, but this is very wrong. He has been changing his own sheets ever since he was 7, and his parents already made sure that he would know what house work is, so he could treat the servants right by seeing how difficult it can be. When his parents died, I took care of him, and there was a long moment he would follow me around everywhere, maybe in fear that I would go, too...During those moments, I taught him a lot.” And then just Bruce showing à few things to his own kids, as à parallèlism to how him and Alfred were (and still are) ❤️.
3. A direct follow up of the one above, Bruce teaching his kids all kind of stuffs. How to play piano, how to fall without hurting yourself, how to cook, how to fight, how to ride a bike for those who didn’t know etc etc...A perfect mix of totally normal domestic stuffs, and of night vigilante stuffs. I bet he’d make up “escape games” for his kids on boring Sunday afternoons, because it’d develop a lot of their skills needed to be Robins (or whoever) AND is fun. I think the reverse totally works too, the kids teaching him things. Like, how to play that video game, how to use slang without sounding like an old man, how to paint his nails, blahblahblah. Just moments together, because they spend so much time with each others like, come on. They have hobbies too. And care about each others enough to want to know about it, and share stuffs etc etc. Growing together, ya know ?
4. More crossover moments with the entire family, not just one or two character : John Constantine being there to ask help for a thing (or not asking help but Bruce wouldn’t let anyone “tamper” with Gotham without him being there so...haha). Zatanna coming around to teach the kids some magic (just like her dad did with Bruce...not “real” magic but like, escape magic and all), or something. Green Arrow making à courtesy visit with his wife, son, and sidekicks. The Superfam and their strong bonds with the Batfam being shown more, and not always in that “rival” way. And like, all of them, not just one or two characters at a time. Sunday lunches at the Kent farm, gaming nights (to which Bruce is dragged to), friendly compétitions, blahblahblah.
5. “Baby” Dick having nightmares in the middle of the night of his parents’ death, and Bruce always being there. How Bruce understands and is always around for him. And reassures him. And on that note : I’m sure most of the kids have nightmares during the night, and Bruce becomes better and better over the years at soothing them. Oh also, if Dick, after he goes and lives in Bludhaven comes to sleep at Wayne Manor for any reasons and has a nightmare, Bruce will just automatically go to him...awkward and cute scene ensues haha.
6. Cass’ first words to Bruce. A very emotional scenes because...it’s the first time she speaks. And it’s clumsy and she’s not sure of herself, and her voice trembles a little. But she’s talking. I’m not sure what her first words would truly be, but most definitely something that touches Bruce. That move him. That make him realize how much he loves that kid.
7. Bruce taking Jason to a baseball game (pre-death Jason) for his birthday because that’s what the kid wanted as à gift. And then later, them going to a game once again after their reconciliation. A very big parallel between the two scènes ya know, as Bruce reminisces. Both end up with Jason hugging Bruce because his favorite team won. In the first scene it’s little 8/9 years old Jay excited and is all cute. In the post-death scene, it’s a grown up Jason who had been angry at Bruce for so long and finally forgave him, and who hugs Bruce without even realizing he does it, because he’s just happy...And it ends on Bruce’s face smiling like, he finally got his boy back.
8. Tim and Damian bonding. I hate it when they're only represented as hating each others 24/7. They had à rough start, sure. But they grew à lot... I just wish we could see them more actually learning to be brothers, accepting each others etc etc. Now of course they'd bicker. Like any siblings. But I bet they'd have à lot of common intérests and such. That they'd like to tease each others, but would genuinely like hanging out and all. 
Also Tim is à very understanding sweet person, hé might be annoyed with Damian at first... But he would be amongst those who get it, ya know ? Who gives him time/à chance ? Like Bruce at first did everything wrong with Damian. He was harsh and violent and used intimidation (things Damian was too used to...) thinking he needed that to get Damian to lose his old ways (until he realized how wrong he was and apologzed and took à gentler way...ah that was good shit right there, Bruce acknowledging it all and trying to be better... Not like this current canon Bruce who's an asshole and never suffers any conséquences of it...). Well I think Tim would be more understanding and realize... Damian is just à kid. And Tim is à big brother now ? His older siblings were there for him, it's time for him to be there too. Know what I mean ? So yeah. I wish we'd have more of them actually being brothers and bonding.
 Same for Dick and Jason. I wish we had more of them together before Jason's death, and after too... They've been brothers for à long time, their relationship from start to Jay's death to him coming back... Is so interesting. Also, same goes for Cassandra and any of them.
9. Tim getting genuinely interested about Wayne Enterprise, and going to work with Bruce. Asking à million questions and mimicking à lot of B's mannerisms. Dick never showed much intérest in the company, and Jason could've been à great "heir " to it all had he not die and all... I don't think neither Damian nor Cass would care much. But Tim ? First canonically he is interested. But even so, he's just that "type" of kid ya know ? I bet he'd be very excited about the charity side of it all, and find novel ways to to make the world a better place. After all Tim is thé only one of the Robins to not have à tragic background (at least at first, after je was also hit with loss and pain... ) when he first became Robin, and who helped Batman and all completely selflessly. Because it was the right thing to do, and for no other tragic reasons.
10. Damian learning/enjoying really normal basic things gives me life ? Like the boy grew up in such à specific environment, there's so many things he must've missed...Disney movies marathon, vidéo games, just having fun without any other purpose than to have fun (no training), knowing what it is to feel safe and warm... You know. I wish we'd just see Damian understanding and learning things he was just never given, that are just... Nice. Of course being Batman's son means his life can never be completely normal (and I'm not sure he could fully adapt to à normal life... People always seem to forgét the deep traumas he went through during his childhood, which is why he was how Hé was at first...aaaah Damian came à long way), but you know, hé can still expérience so many new things, with his siblings and all ? With his father who tries really hard ? With Alfred ? Just. Seeing truly Damian have that character development without backtracking on it all the time (you know how in canon stories he's à total brat, then gets better, then back to à friendless brat who hates everyone and so on and s forth :/). Seeing him wanting to become better, and actually having à nice évolution.
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When I'm sad, I like to headcanon scènes about the Batfam, stuffs I wish we could see etc etc haha. Here's just à few I thought about today. I just.. Love them so much, love to share my love for them, and néed to escape current canon a lot haha. Anyway. Here we are.
PS : Sorry for any typo, I wrote this on my phone, and since I'm French, the autoccorect is changing almost every English words to French ones and I might've missed à few mistakes it made ( which drives me crazy haha. And is why I only put 10 "scènes" and not more... Ah, for another post ?).
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queerbutstillhere · 5 years ago
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Hi, honey!! I'm back on Tumblr hohoiii 😆 If you still accept prompts can I ask you for: Damian and Jonno's children (a boy and a girl, God knows why😶) are sent to the past and met their daddys who are recently dating. ((Please, make it extremely awkward, some Batfam too)) tysm😙
(Once again, thank ya for giving me a chance to work with these kiddos! I hope you like this!!)
The portal dumped them out in the middle of the air. Because of course it did.
The two screaming kid vigilantes grabbed at each other as they plumpted through the air. Zaina willed her fluctuating powers to kick in, and sure enough, the adrenaline caused the surge and she snatched her brother out of the air, slowing their fall.
"Oof! You're heavy!" She exclaimed, scowling down at him.
"I am not!" The younger teen, built like a rugby player, said with a scowl.
"Yes you are!"
She looked around, flying to the nearby roof and touching down on it, she "gently" dropped her brother to the graveled roof of the tall building.
"Where are we?" Malik asked, popping up and looking around.
"Ummm."
He was already activating his lenses, which were glowing blue now. He looked around, turning a full circle.
"I think we're in Gotham," Zaina asked, walking to the edge and looking down.
"Really? Did he just teleport us away."
"... No, look."
Zaina pointed across the street to billboard on the side of a building, one that had Bruce Wayne, and something about Wayne Industries.
"Oh my God," Malik exclaimed. "Sis. I think we were sent back in time."
Zaina and Malik Wayne-Kent were the children of Damian Wayne and Jon Kent, they had been adopted at 5 and 3, respectively, and had lived with their parents for thirteen years now. Both were born Arabic, but had met Jon during a crisis in their Homeland, their mother having been killed in it, and Jon took very quick steps to make sure the kids were okay, and not long after, he and Damian decided to adopt them.
Zaina was eighteen now, and yet still shorter then her brother. She was only 5'5", and fairly muscular from having done gymnastics almost her whole life. Her black hair was cut short in a shoulder length bob, and she had darker skin like her father. She had, a few months ago, been exposed to platinum kryptonite, and had thus gained the powers of Superman. Only they were still on the fritz. It made her wince to remember the weeks when her hearing was changing, and when her eyes evolved. The good news was she didn't need glasses. Her father had wanted to take them away, but Zaina had begged and begged and made full persuasive essays and finally convinced him to allow her a trial period.
Malik was only sixteen and but he was tall, and broad in the shoulders. He played lacrosse and worked out and ran and all those things, and yes, he was in a rugby league. He was already a hottie at sixteen, and Zaina could not count the amount of girls she had chased away from her brother. His dark hair, more brown then black, was kept short, shaved on the sides and just a little bit of fluff on top. He had no powers, just his wicked sharp intellect and skills with technology.
They had both become teen vigilantes a few years back, having adopted adaptations of some of the previous heroes in their family line. Zaina had become Robin, with a bit of a twist on the uniform, it was more solid black, with splashed of color here and there, her boots, her belt, her cape, her gloves. So on. Soon she probably would switch to a Super title when her powers fully developed. Malik had made his own name, Batboy, until he felt he had earned the Batman title from his father. His costume was a lot like the Black Bat costume, and his cowl didn't completely cover his head, just came up his neck and around his eyes, his hair sticking out the top, and the classic bat ears poking up from the sides.
Their parents had both stepped down from their vigilante rolls for the most part while they were raising the kids, but when the siblings had started sneaking out, they decided to pick the rolls back up so they could properly train them, and watch their backs until they were ready to go out. It's doubtful they ever thought this would happen.....
Their game plan was simple. Find Batman or one of their uncles. Explain. Get taken back to the batcave, and then to the Watchtower so Waverider or someone can send them back to their time.
They split up after Malik resynced their comms, going to opposite ends of the town. Zaina was flying, scanning the streets, listening for the sounds of her family. And then, as it tends to do, her powers just gave out. She screamed as she started falling, scrambling for her grapple gun, which Malik wisely made her keep. And then she landed on something with a small thunk.
"Hey there, you better slow down a bit, shouldn't jump without a grapple in hand."
She recognized that voice. It was a bit younger, a bit more innocent and lively, but she recognized it all the same. She twisted in her savior's arms, looking up at Superboy.
"Pops!" She exclaimed joyfully, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.
She probably shouldn't have done that.
Jon chuckled nervously, keeping his hold on her.
"I think you have me mistaken for someone else..."
"Oh. . . No. It's a long story, we need to find ba- Robin, or errrrr....." She paused, considering how she should do this. "What year is it?"
"2019?"
"Okay. We need to find Robin."
".... Who are you?"
"I'm also Robin, but from the future."
Malik had similar luck. He had been poking around the narrows, secretly hoping to find Red Hood, when the screaming hit him. His sensors started going crazy seconds before he could hear it, and then he took off, running through the streets and weaving between cars and signs to reach the source.
He burst around the corner and found a full on gang street fight going down, a couple kids stuck in the middle.
"Hey!" He yelled, his voice projected slightly by his tech.
A couple people paused and turned to him. He grabbed his Bo staff, fully expanding it and hitting a button to send electrical currents through it.
"Back away from the kids."
One of them scoffed, stepping forwards.
"It's one of them batkids. Soak 'em, boys."
Malik easily knocked out the first two, flipping off the third to get back out of range of their bats and knuckles.
"Oh ho! He thinks he's hot shit!"
More thugs rushed at him, but Malik was used to this, he easily beat them all down. Until one got behind him, arms wrapping around his upper arms and squeezing. Another grabbed his Bo at the insulated section, preventing him from hitting anyone.
Then there was a thump and the person behind him let go. Malik reared forwards, headbutting the person in front of him. He judo flipped them quickly before turning back to find the kids. They were huddled against the wall. He took a running start and flipped over some thugs, ducking past others until he was at the kids. There were three total, two younger ones, and a teen, not much younger then him.
"Hi," he said with a smile, smacking another thug with his bo. "I'm going to get you children out of here okay?"
They nodded rapidly. Malik considered his options and then looked at the oldest.
"I need you to carry the smaller one."
She nodded, quickly getting him on her back piggyback style. Malik picked up the other kid the same way. Then he produced his grapple and aimed for the roof. Once it was hooked, he put away his baton, and grabbed the girl with his free arm. They quickly were yanked up and swung over the crowd of gang members to the end of the Street, where it was clear and safe. His shoulder complained greatly, but it was fine.
When he landed, set down the kids and turned around, everyone was gone. Except a vigilante. Robin. His baba.
He recognized his father instantly, having seen enough pictures to know, even with the significant difference.
"Oh thank God."
Robin eyed him warily.
"Who are you."
"I think we best wait for-"
His sensors beeped in annoyance at the detection of two Kryptonian's. He turned and found his sister and a much younger version of his pops landing, Zaina on Jon's back.
"Sis! Are you okay?!" He exclaimed, ditching Damian to run to her. She jumped off and ran over, meeting him and grabbing his face, scanning him over.
"I'm fine! I heard all the fighting!"
"I'm okay, did your powers give out again?"
"Yes! I was up four stories and they dropped and-"
"I told you not to get that high!" Malik protested.
"Hey! Don't lecture me!" Zaina glanced to the side and froze. "You found Baba?"
"Yeah."
"Are we going to tell them?"
"What else do you have in mind?"
"Doesn't that break time travel rules?"
Malik gave his sister an annoyed face.
"No- God, that's not- no, Z, no."
"Excuse me. We have questions," Jon said, stepping up.
"Police are almost here," Malik shot back, the lenses of his mask slightly blue. "We'll talk after."
After they cleared things up with the police, they headed to the batcave, and Malik immediately felt more relaxed in the familiar, yet older interior. He didn't hesitate to pull his mask off, looking around, noting the differences.
"Robin what is this?"
He glanced over to see Batman and immediately went still.
Bruce had died with they were young, they had barely gotten to know him, and Malik especially had very few memories of him... Zaina, on the other hand, gave a sob like noise and smacked her hand over her mouth. Everyone looked at her, confused.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, composing herself. She too reached up and took her mask off.
"You would like an explanation?" Malik questioned, even as he tapped at the screen attached into his glove.
"We would," Damian responded, eyeing him warily.
"I'm Malik Wayne-Kent, this is my sister, Zaina Wayne-Kent, and we're from the future."
Silence hung over the cave after his words and Damian looked thoroughly shocked.
"I'm sorry," Jon said, speaking up. "Did you say, Wayne-Kent?"
"Yes."
Damian opened his mouth, shut it once, and then spoke. "Please tell me you are Drake's children?"
"Afraid not," Zaina said with a head shake. "You're our baba."
There was another several beats of silence, and then Bruce seemed to put two and two together.
"And your other parent is..... Jon?"
Malik nodded. "Pops."
"Which makes me your grandfather."
Another nod from Zaina.
"You're kidding me. If you're joking right now I'll-" Damian clenched his jaw and looked up at Jon.
"Wait, are you two.... What half of 2019 is this?" Malik asked. "Have you not started dating yet?"
Bruce opened his mouth, looking at his son, and then back at his future grandchildren.
"Oh, dear," Zaina said softly, leaning into her brother. "I don't think they have."
"Oops."
"Wait so you're telling me we get married?!" Jon exclaimed, shocked.
"Uh, well in our timeline you do. When we got spit out here, we created a separate time line from ours."
"And. She . . . She has powers," Jon said, pointing at Zaina.
"I was given them by Platinum kryptonite," Zaina explained. "You wanted to take them away, baba, but I managed to convince you otherwise."
"Sounds like something you'd do," Jon said, nudging Damian.
"Shush, Jon, this is important. We have to get them back to their timeline before we change anything else accidentally."
Bruce was sitting there in silence and then he looked to his son.
"Damian. Are you two dating?"
Damian winced slightly. "Just a few weeks ago...."
"... Okay. I'm going to go prep the jet. We'll head to the watchtower."
The four watched him walk away. Then Zaina looked at Damian.
"It's really odd seeing you guys do young," she said, smiling lightly.
"I imagine so... We really let you two be vigilantes?"
"You didn't really have a choice. I hacked into the cave and then we snuck out every night until you decided to just train us."
Damian and Jon didn't quite know what to do with their children, just kinda awkwardly looked at them.
Malik finally turned and walked away, over to the dino. "Man, this thing is so old."
"Okay, you young pup," Zaina said with a laugh, following after.
"So whose all what in this time line?" Zaina asked, looking over to Damian and Jon, who were whispering softly.
"Pardon?" Damian asked in a cold tone she wasn't used too.
"Uncle Dickie, he's.... Nightwing?"
Jon nodded, his arm was around Damian now.
"Dick's Nightwing, Jason is Red Hood. Cass is Black Bat, Barbara is Batgirl slash Oracle, Steph is Spoiler, and Tim is .... Drake," their pops explained. "Obviously we're Superboy and Robin, and Bruce is Batman."
"Bruce is dead in your timeline isn't he?" Damian asked, walking away from Jon and torwards them.
They exchanged a look, and then Malik nodded.
"There was an accident.... No one could stop it. I'm sorry," he said softly.
Damian shook his head, gently hugging Malik.
"No. I'm sorry. How old were you?"
"I was only five, Zaina was eight."
"I remember him more then Malik," Zaina offered, looking sad now.
Malik, hugging his baba back, looked up to Jon, who looked contemplative.
"But, again, we accidentally changed your time line, so that may not happen. Just like you two may not get married, and you may not adopt us."
"... As far as I'm concerned those seem like fixed points in time," Jon said.
Damian sighed and pulled back, giving Jon a look, and then he hugged Zaina.
"Who am I? In your time?"
"First and foremost your our dad," she answered. "But you're also a businessman and Batman. Once Malik is old enough, you're going to give him Batman."
Damian nodded as he considered this, but went silent, stepping back to stand next to Jon.
They had a very awkward flight to the Watchtower, Zaina and Jon quietly chatting about their powers, and what Zaina had developed so far. Malik sat next to Damian, silently working on his tech, as always. He was obsessive about keeping it updated, always changing the programing. Some of his features didn't work due to the lack of connection to the Wayne Satellites of the future, but enough of them did that he could still preform scans, bouncing off nearby cell phone towers.
"What's that?" Damian asked, watching him tap at the screen on his forearm.
"It's my control panel."
"For what?"
"My OTL."
"What."
"It's. . . Optical lenses in my mask, look."
Malik held it up, flicked on the blue lenses and then turned, looking at Zaina. On his screen, a digital display of a file popped up.
"I can also do this."
He triple tapped it and it was projected up into a hologram.
"Oh."
Zaina leaned forwards, arms on her brothers shoulders. "Malik's a genius. He programs all his tech himself. Even uncle Tim and Aunt Babs can't keep up with him."
Malik flushed, looking down. "I just like programming."
"You'd never guess it, from his public appearance, but he'd a major nerd. Jock Nerd type."
"Okay Prep Jock, shut your mouth."
Zaina giggled.
"So, what are you two's vigilante names?" Bruce asked from the cockpit.
"I'm Robin," Zaina answered, looking up to her grandfather. "But pops and I have agreed once my powers and are more consistent, I'm going to take up another name, Supergirl or something."
"And I'm Batboy, for now."
Bruce nodded slightly.
"I know you guys have a lot of questions, but I am afraid we won't be able to answer some of them," Malik said. "There's somethings I don't dare mess with, timeline wise."
"We understand," Bruce answered. "this isn't our first time messing with time travel."
The rest of the flight was awkward silence. They got to the watchtower and confused everyone they talked to.
"Where's Waverider?" Bruce asked J'onn, who was on duty at that moment.
"He has not been around for several-"
There was a burst of sparks and then suddenly Waverider appeared in front of them. He gave Malik and Zaina a startled look. They waved.
"You two are much bigger," he remarked.
"Well, that's what happens when you aren't hoping around the time stream," Zaina said with a grin.
"Your father's are probably waiting for you," he said, walking over to them. "Let's go."
"Wait!" Zaina backed away, and then spun to Bruce. "I know you don't know me. But... Can I just give you a hug?"
Bruce chuckled and nodded, opening his arms. "Come here."
She ran over, crashing into his body, hugging him tightly. Bruce gently hugged her, rubbing her back.
"It's okay, I don't know what happens, but I understand," Bruce said softly, kissing her head.
"I love you, grandpa," she murmured softly.
"And I can not wait to meet you again, little one."
Zaina pulled away, reaching up and adjusting her mask. Bruce looked to Malik and held open his arms. Malik immediately gave in and ran over, hugging him. They exchanged no words, just hugged. And then Malik stepped back, and Waverider grabbed onto both of them.
"Goodbye, and thank you," Zaina said to the younger versions of their fathers.
"Bye! Be safe!" Jon said with a grin.
And then they were gone.
They appeared back in their time, right in front of their fathers at the batcave. Damian jolted slightly, and then raised an eyebrow.
"Waverider?"
"Hey, Damian. Jon."
"What's up?" Jon asked, setting down his cup of tea.
"Oh, not much, found your kids in 2019. Figured you might like them back."
"Indeed we would."
"Well, see you around."
Waverider disappeared again. Malik sighed and pulled off his mask, walking forwards and hugging his baba.
"It's been a weird day, and I'm ready for bed. Good night baba, good night pops. I love you," Malik said, heading towards the locker room.
"Love you too, kiddo," Jon called after him.
They looked at Zaina. "So what happened?"
"I'll explain over some hot cocoa and smores."
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currentfandomkick · 5 years ago
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Bio! Dad Strange part 3
Marinette, she had no idea how this happened, she swore, somehow got lost in gotham during an Arkham jailbreak. All she knew was one minute she was talking to Uncle Ed and then the next there was explosions and then she was... wherever she was.
Apparently Two-Face recognized her on the streets and grabbed her... only she didnt know him.
Her response was to flip him over her tiny shoulder and flee with a vengence. Guess which member of the batfam saw?
If you guessed Tim before he became a Robin because Dick was still Robin—albeit in charge of the Titans and not in Gotham at the time.
Tim did the reasonable thing and somehow convinced the freaked out french girl to go into a cafe while they called her parents.
Two-Face, convinced that tiny Tim kidnapped tiny Marinette and somehow his family would hurt tiny Marinette. Which given that she has how many Rogues around her little finger—Strange, Joker, Quinn, Ivy, Riddler, Penguin AND Zsasz. He did a coin flip to see if he should save her from being in the public eye and possibly expose her family. The coin was in favor of keeping Marinette from being on the news with pictures.
Two-Face decided it was safer to kidnap her from said public place and bring her to Ivy and Harley.
So he grabbed mutliple machine guns, raided the cafe and threw tiny Marinette over his shoulder and sent out shots at abyone that tried to get near them. He wasnt dying becuase of this kid, ok?
Of course said kid is super-powered, terrified, and did i mention its sunny out so her treatments are wearing out faster? No, well they are. This means everything is much scarier and louder and overwhelming that bwing thrown over a stranger that shot at people should be in any situation.
Tiny Tim is very scared for her. He finds Batman and alerts him to the tiny foreigner’s kidnapping—nearly getting killed by Mr. Freeze in the process to boot.
Batman is angry for many reasons, manages to take down Mr. Freeze and tells Gordon to be on alert for Two-Face who kidnapped a tiny french girl.
Only it gets worse.
Superman saw what was going on in Gotham and went to help out—his freind was dealing with a mass prison break of very dangerous criminals, why wouldnt he help?
And on hearing a tiny kid that freaked out in french was in danger? Well, what was he supposed to do Bruce? Ignore her?
He sent Conner after her while he helped out with a number of distrubed individuals, including a pyromaniac (firefly).
Conner manages to track down the pair on his own and almost loses it when he sees tiny Marinette kick Two-Face hard enough he falls down and the girl bolts a lot faster than a normal kid should. He comms in that the girl is a scared foriegn meta, and requests backup.
Kidflash is the one who answers, and takes care of Twoface while Conner tries to track down a terrifed tiny meta that screams in french.
Conner sees her running to a greenhouse and follows her in. Especially as the tiny girl jumped a lot higher than she should and it felt too familiar for comfort.
He manages to sneak in, followed by Kidflash, and they have an ‘oh shit’ moment when they see the scared girl run to a younger Poison Ivy with brown hair, crying. This teen holding a crying child is Rose.
Rose is visibly pissed. “Do you want me to kill him? J called dibs on his brother this time and Harley’s aiming for Tetch after last week.”
Tiny marinette shakes her head and delivers the best line for the young justice members, but worst for a baby Rogue.
“I dont want him to die, i just want him to stop hurting people.”
*remember, she is Jill in Gotham.
“Jilly bean, the world isnt nice. If it was, then batsy wouldnt have dropped me onto an ecoterrorist when i was a week old, and i would be allowed to leave the greenhouse. You wouldnt need to have nearly as many aliases as you do. You can try to make it nice in a lot of ways. I’m happy to handle extermination sicne thats the only thing i have shot at besides the rkc.”
Tiny marinette is frowning. “But then the world wins. I want to beat the world, not lose by being like it.”
Conner is (understandably) confused. Kidflash is processing that oh fuck. This is a meta raised by villians. And another meta raised by villians and goddamnit batman, why did you give a villian a baby? (He didnt. He gave ivy a ten year old. He thought she was her kid and she was raising her or something.)
Tiny Marinette is not happy with Rose’s conclusions.
“Can we call Ghoul and Frost? Maybe they can help with their dads?”
“And why not Puzzles?”
“He has asthma and he cant dodge.”
Rose considers for a moment before nodding. She grabs a plant and talks into it. “Ghoul, Frost, i need you at HQ. Someone has to reign in our dumbass parents. Bring the nuetralizers and tranqs.”
A voice came from another flower. “Should we have zsasz come with?”
“No! He’ll switch sides again!” Marinette yelled.
“Oh. Nets, what the hell are you doing at HQ?”
“Two-Face stole me. I ran.”
“Well, Fuck. Be there in five. Uh, how are your treatments holding?”
“She’s getting lighter. Might want to break out the rocks again.”
“Double fuck. Ill force Frost out of lab. Be there in a few—any crews to aviod or...”
“If they have a green arm band dont give them the fear toxin fixes, and Jerimah’s cult is back,” Marinette added.
“Fuck me up why dont you Gotham!” Ghoul cursed.
“Hey, she’s a kid!” Rose snapped
“Im older than you though!” Marientte chirped.
Conner had a lot to process with this information. Kidflash put together that they were applarently going to try to help the gothamites rather than the rogues, and decided they should leave and focus on helping the others.
Given that Marinette didnt catch the pair (she was still trying to focus on near things) she doesnt know that anyone but Batman and maybe Batgirl is fighting.
So she doesnt hide her abilities, flying at low levels to aviod Batman’s attention. But Kidflash and Batman see her and have a Moment of ‘which of us is telling Superman he might have another clone?’
Marinette, oblivious to this, is seen beside Jason Todd giving people Fear Toxin Antidote and Joker Gas Nuetralizer. Marinette is getting and distributing the antidotes. Jason Todd is making sure she doesnt die by wielding his baseball bat and riding his bike while she flies.
The day ends with most going back to Arkham and Marinette and Jason hiding from heroes for obvious reasons—including a teen and small child ignoring evacuation orders and avoiding GCPS.
Batman is aware of Marinette’s existence as “Jill” and “Nets” and that she helps a group of Rogue’s children that are content to undercut their parents crime. And now he knows Rose is either mcuh younger than he thought when he gave her (he thought brought her back home to) Poison Ivy. And is feeling guiltyTM
If you thought he was having a case of Serial Adopter Bruce Wayne, you are correct. He is now actively looking for these kids and where they are hiding since they moved post-breakout.
Zsasz is only slightly disappointed that Marinette didnt kill Two-Face. Jerome thinks its great and somehow convinces him to apoligize to her by offering to make up a number of contracts between rogues and the gotham underground in general to make things more organized so she and other rogue kids have a safe way of handling situations like that in the future.
Why dies JEROME of all people think this up and not Eddy or Riddler? The answer is he stole the idea from them, gave them no credit, and yes, is doing this as an attempt to score a few extra of marinette’s cookies. He has no shame in this, and riddler hates sweets so he isnt mad. Ed is too busy teaching Marinette Science to realize what happened until long after it did.
This puts Marinette and the RKC in a very odd position. Not only is The Batman trying to find them now, but they have to handle the Rogues trying to baby them. Ghoul and Frost are almost an adults, most people think Rose is almost an adult when irl she’s 5, and yes, Marinette is very much now Gotham Underground’s Princess as the Council is basically set up to ensure her safety.
Marinette knows none of this, as she is small child that just wants to cuddle her stuffed kitty Chaton and sleep on her Father (Strange) while he finishes up in his lab. She does this.
Mr. Freeze and Scarecrow got pictures. They use these to insert themselves in the Teach the Kids Science and Dangerous ThingsTM.
At one point marientte learns how to diassemble a bomb, reassemble one, and diffuse various bombs.
Riddler starts to use bombs more when she’s around to help her practice. Batman is confused as that is Not his usual M.O. Robin/ Dick gets called in and thigns get messy for the Batfam dynamics (he saw the research on the RKC and is pissed that He Was Right! Ivy Didnt Have Rose! and then saw plans for new batkids and reacted BadlyTM due to Teen AngstTM).
The summer ends with Batman having a bad fallout with Robin, Marinette thinking No One knows she’s kyptonian. When Conner suspects, Batman and Kidflash put two and two together, and no one has told Superman yet because um. Well.
They need the girl as proof and would rather not send Clark into another spiral about havig kids he wasnt aware of, ok? He just got decent with Conner. No need to rock the boat, right? (Wrong)
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gobydana · 6 years ago
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The Vet Part 3
A/N: Next part of the Vet. Bruce’s kids trying to help out, much to his displeasure. 
Catch up here: The Vet Part One, Part Two
After a long night of dealing with the stakeout gone wrong, Bruce was ready to head to bed. FIrst he had to make sure Duke and Jason were okay and getting the stake out patrol written. Turns  out Duke was right in that the drugs might come earlier. Next time he was letting him lead.
After making sure everyone was headed to bed or to their respective apartments, he trudge upstairs. As he almost reached the sweet salvation that was his bed, his phone rang. Clark needed him to help with some league items. It happened to be the same day as Alfred the cat’s check up appointment. Well so much for seeing Dr. Y/N again he thought as he plopped onto the bed and fell asleep.
Dick volunteered to take Damian and his cat to the vet while Bruce was off on a meeting. On the way out he joked that he didn’t want to trade Bruce places. Bruce suspected he was using this chance for a day out with his little brother. With both of them in their respective hero activities, they didn’t get as much time together.
After a long, unnecessary meeting, Bruce headed back to the cave from the Tower. He was mumbling on the way up the stairs that the meeting was not needed. A simple email would have worked and Clark knew that. At this point he didn’t have a lot of time before patrol. Dick texted him asking if Nightwing could make an appearance tonight.
He got upstairs to see Dick and Damian with Batburger leftovers. Both were chatting about some video game. He could guess where they were disappearing to next. Apparently there was a two player game they had been trying to beat for the last two months when they saw each other. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there.
“How did the appointment go.” Bruce inquired while grabbing some leftover salmon and rice.
“Good. Alfred is a good kitty.” Dick replied.
Damian nodded. “Also I have invited Dr. Y/N to the gala. After all, you said this gala was to honor those who help animals. They has done well in that category.”
“Some of their collages are coming too.” Dick added in. “It was good seeing them again. Great vet.”
He almost choked on the food he was eating. Bruce couldn’t help but agree. Yet now he was nervous about the upcoming gala. It was his son idea, to raise money to help the local animal shelter and those who helped those animals. It also seemed now he might get some time to talk them. Why did that make him so nervous?
“You are coming to this one, right B?” Dick inquired.
“Yes, I am hosting it after all.” He replied.
“That has never stopped you before.” Damian remarked.
Bruce just hummed in response. The boys headed towards the media room to play their games until patrol. He was lost in his thoughts that at least he would get to see them. Suddenly, remember that Clark was suppose to be the reporter for that gala. Last thing he needed was one of the league's worst gossipers spreading unneeded rumors. Maybe he could ask Lois to cover it instead.  Not normally her reports, but she wouldn’t be snooping in his life.
Thankfully that night was as normal as it could get for patrol in Gotham. Dick teamed up with Damian. It kept Dick from being chatty over the comns. Bruce was once again on his own for his side of town. His children weren’t as chatty on the comns compared to a normal night. Times like this reminding him that they didn’t need him as much. The days of one of the robins next to side almost over.
After patrol, when the others headed their own way, Dick stayed back. He had the half grin that gave away his thinking. He wanted to know something and was going to find out whether Bruce wanted to tell or not. It appeared he was in a good mood, which meant it wasn’t something Bruce had done wrong.
“What is it Dick.” Bruce said as he watched his oldest approach.
“Oh Dr. Y/N was just telling us how Batman helped her the other week. Getting kittens out of behind a dumpster.” He said while smiling.
“Yes. Someone tried mugging them. I was doing my duty.”
“Mmmm hmmm. The kittens are healthy and same with momma cat in case you are wondering.” Dick said.
“Did she tell Damian about the kittens.” Bruce inquired.
“Oh yes. He wants to make sure that someone takes care of them. Dr. Y/N said they were staying with them until they were grown. Warning now, I think he is plotting on taking once they are old enough.”
“I will warn Alfred to watch his backpack. Now was it before or after they mentioned Batman that you gave Damian the idea to invite them.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about. It was done out of gratitude for all they have done for the pets in this family. Amazing skills and should be consider top of Gotham’s vets.”
“Sure.” Bruce said as he headed towards the shower.
“Please make sure to actually come to this gala and stay most of the time. I can take on Batman duties if needed that night.”
“Oh, Alfred didn’t tell you? You are marked as coming to the gala.” He said with his signature smirk.
“You don’t play fair old man. I wonder if Clark is coming. He is usually fun.”
As Bruce headed out of the cave, he texted Lois. It was decided now, he did not need Clark and Dick both there teaming up. 
The night of the gala finally came. Bruce was in a designer tux looking every bit the billion playboy. An imagine that was currently ruined by trying to get his children in line. Cass was in a black dress with a drop back and Stephanie in a dark purple, full length with silver accents. She was helping Tim with his tie as he was muttering ideas for the latest case. Duke was asking if he could have computer duty or even clean the batcave. He must have thought he had a winning idea since he was only in a tshirt and dress pants. His last argument was that Barbara got to miss for patrol, why shouldn’t he.
Jason wasn’t even dressed. Just sitting in a chair reading a book while informing Duke it would never work. Dick was actually dressed and helping Damian who was insisting that his pets should be able to come. Alfred was downstairs checking all the last minute ideas. Harper was commenting that she got in her tux quicker then the boys, while also tossing gummy bears at Cass who was catching in them in her mouth. Time like this made Bruce miss his days of getting dress and going. Now he got bigger headaches and a losing battle.
Once the ever growing family was as put together as they were going to get, they headed towards the main room. Since this was Damian’s idea for the charity, he took over some of the invites. Among the usual Gotham socialites were the top of the animal medical community. He made sure to greet everyone, but truth was he kept looking for one particular person.
Finally, he found them looking stunning. To him, they were the most beautiful person in the room. He started to make his way towards them to be stopped by Lois Lane. She had been trying to find him since he owed her for covering tonights report.
“Good evening Bruce.” She greeted.
“Thank you for coming.” He replied.
“No problem, just remember to hold up your end of the deal.” She pointly said.
“I have already arranged with Alfred to have Jon come over next weekend so that you can cover the UN assembly.” He stated.
“Perfect. Also I am assuming the reason that you didn’t want Clark here, might be  the person Dick and Jason are talking to?” She said while directing his attention towards Y/N.
“Yes, now if you excuse me for a moment.” He said.
Lois waved him off as she made a point to find some of the animal experts to talk to. She could not deal with the socialites at the moment. She couldn’t help but let out a giggle as she saw Bruce’s panic face upon seeing the boys talking to Y/N. The poor man didn’t stand a chance with his children.
“So Bruce is chasing Ace around the house, trying to get him to drop the socks in his mouth. It wasn’t working as Ace was diving under tables.” Jason was saying as Bruce came up to the group, already modified.
“How is it going?” He stated while coming up behind Jason and putting his hand on his shoulder.
“Wonderful.” Jason said with a devilish smile. Dick must have informed him about Y/N.
“We were actually going to grab a drink.” Dick stated while steering Jason in the directions of the bar. Bruce silently hoping they remembered they had patrol tonight.
“Having a good time.” He asked nervously.
“Oh yes. Finally getting to catch up with colleagues. Sometimes I get way too busy for that. Though last I saw Dr. Hans he was explaining to someone the best type of dog to get for young kids.” Y/N said with a small laugh. A laugh Bruce wanted to hear more of.
“Would you care to dance?” He asked while holding out his hand.
“I’d love to.” Y/N replied.
The two of them made their way to the dance floor. The first minute was awkward as they tried to come up with something to talk about. Bruce decided to ask what they liked to do in their spare time. They went into a discussion on favorite movies. They were a movie buff to challenge Bruce. Soon the discussion turned to their love of helping animals. For the first time in a while, Bruce found a genuine smile staying on his face.
They had a few more dances together. Y/N was a wonderful dancer. One of the best he had the joys of dancing with. He was actually getting to enjoy the gala for once. Both talking about everything they could. The conversation flowing easy. He didn’t even bother to put on his Brucie persona for the night.
His and Y/N time came to an end as Kate Kane came up behind him. A slight tap on the shoulder and reminder he was needed for tonight’s speech. She then went back to dancing with her girlfriend. As she went back to dance, she gave a wink to the batkids who had been gathered in a area so they could watch Bruce.
“I am sorry, got to go play host.” Bruce said.
“Have fun. Glad I don’t have that job.” Y/N joked.
“I don’t blame you. Before I go, ummm next week, would you like to grab lunch?” Bruce asked as his heart rate increased.
“Let me check my schedule, but I would love to.” Y/N replied with a smile.
“Just let me know.” He said while going towards the stage were an impatient Damian was waiting.
As he left, he heard them say they would call him. It hit him then as he walked on stage which number they had. He was going to inform Alfred that no one minus him and Alfred were answering the phone. Especially since a few of his children were a little too good at sounding like him. With that he turned towards the audience, ready for next week to come. 
Tagging: @superwhoteen​ @the-shadow-of-atlantis​ @fuckbuckyyy​
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chronicbatfictioner · 6 years ago
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Subtle - Chapter 9
"We're going where??"
"Washington. I've cleared it with BatDad and he just... I dunno, kinda smirked and said, 'have fun!' - which made me even more scared than this date itself. I mean, they're BFFs, right? It's not like I stole this jet. Penny-one even put something in that box... I think we're supposed to give some kind of gift for the host and--" Jason rattled on for nearly a minute before he caught Tim's blank glare. "Oh, hi, you there?"
"I think my brain jumped out of the plane somewhere between state lines."
They were on their way to Washington, DC, on a Saturday night because Princess Diana of Themiscyra had extended the invitation to Bruce Wayne to send his two sons, Jason Todd and Tim Drake, to join her for a dinner. Said invitation was sent by courier (i.e. The Flash because Diana has a sense of humor) - complete with receipt and everything, and was duly accepted by Alfred. Alfred promptly prepared two dress-suits for his two boys, and demanded that "Master Wayne shall loan you his jet, young masters, have fun."
Tim had not reacted obnoxiously, if at all, when Jason picked him up from his Crime Alley loft and drove him to the private jet airport near Wayne Manor. He'd only looked up quizzically once, as they drove past the Manor, and looked at the suit Jason told him to put on. But he did not ask any question, too busy with whatever crisis that was happening in his cellphone.
It was only when they finally boarded the jet, with Jason taking the pilot's seat, that he'd asked. Jason had replied, "we're going to dinner." and when Tim did not press, Jason had thought that he'd simply forgotten of the invitation. Until, well, until somewhere between takeoff and now. "We'll land in about five minutes." Jason said. It was excessive, all things considered, to take a jet. But Alfred insisted and said that it was 'improper for a gentleman to appear ruffled for a royal dinner,' - and somehow, Diana had approved and provided a landing zone.
Why, Jason didn't know, either. But hey, who was he to object to a princess? Or a loan of a private jet? Or a 30-minutes flight compared to a 3-4 hours drive?
The landing zone, true to Diana's nature, was in a military base; and they were picked up by some military people who insisted upon driving them back to 'Miss Prince' in a Hummer.
Good thing that they had listened to Alfred's advise and wore suits, not armors. It would be awkward to explain why Red Hood and Red Robin was there to meet Diana Prince; and less so in explaining why Tim Drake-Wayne would come to see Diana Prince. Tim's flustered, "she asked for us to come..." helped a lot.
At the front door, Tim still asked, "why are we here, again?"
To which Jason glibly replied, "the Princess demand our presence for dinner." Judging from a soft snicker given by one of the soldiers, it was the correct, un-suspicious answer. "Good thing we're trained on how to behave around royals." Another snicker - and Jason couldn't be assed to tell the snickerer that they, in fact, had been trained to behave around royals by the Almighty Alfred Pennyworth. Sir Alfred. Jason fleetingly thought that if Alfred hasn't been knighted by now, someone at the Buckingham Palace should have their head removed.
"Come on in, young men!" Diana greeted them. She, as per usual, looked radiant in a long, flowing gown. Silencing the little voice in his head that mentioned the fact that she could have been wearing a potato sack and would look incredible, anyway, Jason gently ushered Tim and they both kissed Diana's cheek gallantly. Alfred would have been proud. Gift was exchanged, and it turned out to be truffle chocolates. Hand-made by Alfred, to which Tim excellently presented because rich kids like him would know how to present a gift for a host. Jason would probably simply hand it over and say 'it's from Alfred.'
Dinner, as everything that was Diana, were magnificent, superb and not minuscule-sized like the food in Bruce's gala dinners. And Jason paid full attention at their taste, and how Tim reacted to them, fully taking a mental note to ask for the recipes of the ones Tim seemed to enjoy the most. The wild boar ribs might be a little tricky, but looked like it was worth catching a whole damn wild boar if Jason could find one.
"So, Timothy," Diana started.
"Yes?" Tim replied politely around the line of ribs.
"I believe just about everyone and their super-grandmothers have gone and fussed over you, yes?"
Tim chewed a little slower, and replied, "I have no idea what you mean by 'fussing'. But if you're referring to how they all have meddled and put my relationship with Jason under a microscope and proverbial and actual X-rays, yes they have. I presume you're going to do the same?"
Jason did not choke on his water, nope. He almost did, but then remembered that this was Tim, who did not fear even Superman and made Ra's Al Ghul rethinking his life choices.
Diana's smile was sweet, but laced with a little danger. "Well yes, only not for the same reason. You see, I've known Jason since he was... quite a young cub, I'd say."
"Yes, I know. I've also heard from Bruce that he's your favorite Robin," Tim grinned. "I'm just enjoying the idea that, after everyone went to Jason and put a permanent death warrant on him if he would ever hurt me, at least you're here to do the other way around."
"I am," Diana beamed. "Bruce warned me that you would be smart enough to call my bluff? But my dear Timothy, I should also remind you that I don't bluff."
"I know, I get it. He's..." Tim looked at Jason fondly, and Jason hid his blush behind a grilled rib. "I get it, though. People asked me if he's good enough for me, and no one asked if I think I'm good enough for him - and they all forgot that if evil didn't happen, he and I might have ended up like this a lot sooner. You know? I just... a lot of time I wondered if they would act the same if I'd been the Red Hood, and Jason was Red Robin, you know what I mean? If they would be so harsh on me like they are on him, forgetting everything he'd done way back then..." he shrugged. "I'm glad you're... on his side, Diana."
Diana smiled, less dangerously, this time. "A war is never won by just the soldiers, Timothy, they are won by the generals." she offered a non-sequitur. That is, non-sequitur if one's life doesn't generally revolve around wars big and small or inter-galactic like the three of them.
Jason turned a little to look at Diana, wary at the direction of the impending question.
"What are you, Timothy?"
Tim pondered the question for a moment, while Jason pretended he didn't care by stuffing his mouth with the broccoli.
"I'm sure everyone wants to be a general. I'm sure people think I'm a general... a mini-general, at least for the Titans. But what I am, really, is an experienced soldier." Tim replied, sounding a little subdued. "I don't want to be in the war, Diana. I wanted to help people. Just that. It's simple. It should be simple. But as it was, is, and will be, it's never simple. Not when help is seen as the proverbial fish, you know what I mean? --instead of the proverbial rod. What I am is a soldier. Maybe I'll eventually die in battle. Maybe - hopefully - I'll weather the war and come up on the other side, some day. But what I don't want to be is the general.
"I can think like one, sure. Like Batman. Like Luthor. Like Ra's Al Ghul. But their thoughts hurt... hurt me. There is no end of their visions. There is no happy ever after. And maybe, maybe I just want a happy ever after..."
Jason cleared his throat. "Okay, enough with the questioning, I think. The mood just turned the wine sour." he commented. He couldn't reach over the table and he wanted to, if only to wipe that solemn, forlorn look out of Tim's face.
Diana's smile was a little brighter. "I am not sure if I should give you wine or not, Jason, so that is grape juice in your glass." she remarked.
"Hey! I'm actually 21!" Jason protested.
"Ah, right. I keep seeing you as the 15-year-old boy I once knew..." she signaled someone, and a goblet and bottle of wine appeared next to Jason.
"Shouldn't you stay sober? I mean, we still gotta go back home, you know. And I don't think you can afford crashing Bruce's jet..." Tim commented.
"Live a little, Timber! Besides, you're the designated driver." Jason grinned impishly.
"That is so unfair..." Tim grumbled.
"You may have wine, too, just a sip, if you want." Diana offered. "I am amused at the American's insistence that their children should not be introduced to wine until a certain age, whilst they are not protected from violence in general. But," she shrugged. "'when in Rome...', I guess. Wine, Timothy?"
"Eh... no, thanks. I actually really rather stay sober." Tim refused politely. "Yes, Jay, I know the jet has autopilot. I just prefer to stay sober, thanks."
"One sip isn't gonna make you tipsy, Timmy. But you know what? Whatever float your boat."
The flight back home was quiet, save a few questions from Alfred in the comms of their ETA and some technical questions - like 'who was flying' and whether the pilot is sober. Diana had wondered out loud if she should let them go back home, since it was late - at 11.30-ish. They assured her that it's not late for them batkids. She'd hugged them both, whispering to Jason, "be happy, Jason."; and something else that Jason couldn't hear to Tim.
Curiosity won, and Jason decided to ask. "What did Diana tell you when she hugged you?"
Tim smirked. "What did she tell you?"
"For me to be happy. You?"
"The same, with added, 'I've been told that it is a custom to tell a young man: you hurt your lover, I'll break both your legs and arms.' - quote-unquote. Apparently, Green Arrow suggested that, thinking she would be saying that to you."
"I'm hurt. Right here. After all I've done with Roy and all..." Jason pointed to his chest mockingly. A thought suddenly crossed Jason's mind. "Hey Tim?"
"Hmm... we're ten minutes out. What?"
"We're actually a couple, aren't we?"
"If you're thinking of changing your mind now, nearly eight weeks after the first time you asked me out on a date, you're a little too late."
"I'm not gonna." Jason assured him.
Tim was quiet for a few moments as Jason adjusted the plane's instruments for landing. And then he asked, "you know, I never knew why you suddenly decided you want to date me and woo me with food..."
Jason's memories flew back to the alternate reality, and he looked at Tim. "Let's just say I was given the chance to see that being with you is a lot better option than not." he grinned toothily.
"That's really cheesy." Tim quipped.
"I should let you know that I'm the king of Cheese and I've read a lot of them Harlequin novels."
"That... ew. If you ever think of spreading rose petals on the bed for me, I should let you know right now that I'm allergic to blatant cheesiness." Tim chuckled, "Landing gear down."
"Weeell... there goes my Valentine plans!" Jason mock-gasped. "How about lining up a few blocks of Narrows with bad guys you can punch all the way to the Penthouse, and then have some big-bad in the Penthouse - also so you can punch? That be a good V-day for you?"
Tim's laughter was a little delayed as he landed the plane perfectly. But it still sounded like music to Jason. "Oh, Jay-bear, you sure know how to woo a vigilante!" Tim sing-songed.
Jason just grinned when Tim looped an arm across his waist, in his jacket, as they walked to their waiting car. The night was still young, for bats, but it was still quiet. He has Tim, laughing quietly in Jason's arms. And Jason thought of the rooftop frolicking he'd seen in the alternate universe some months ago.
Maybe someday he'll be able to show Tim what he'd wanted, and how he's working to get it. Maybe someday Tim would get the happy-ever-after he told Diana. Jason just hoped that he, too, would be in it - he knew that he would work hard, short of selling his soul to be there.
Maybe someday they won't have to put on so much armor to fight the bads of Gotham, or elsewhere. Tonight, Jason didn't know who started it, but a few hours later, he found himself chasing Spoiler, who was Chasing Black Bat, who was chasing Tim, while Jason was being chased by Nightwing. The night was filled with happy shrieks and indignant squawks when somebody got tagged. The shrill, child-like growl of "I shall decimate you, Nightwing!" followed with a red-yellow-and-green blur told Jason that even the grumpy new little Robin has been roped in into the game.
For the first time in a very, very long time, Jason's smile felt just right on his face.
Even if he was tagged next - mid-flight and made him nearly missed his landing - by Tim.
"I'll get you, Red!" he threatened, quickly following the happy cackle. Oooh, he'll get Tim, alright.
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ladystarks · 7 years ago
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Birthday fic for @direwolfpapi, who asked for Wonder Woman babysitting the batkids. Love you!
“He’s been shot,” Diana says, carrying Bruce into the batcave. “Cyborg cauterized the wound, but he’s lost some blood. He’ll need to be operated on to get the bullet out.”
Alfred is already rushing forward, wheeling a gurney with him. “Set him down here, if you would.” A woman follows closely behind, pulling off her stethoscope.
“Doctor Thompkins,” Diana greets. “Do you need my assistance?”
“Not particularly,” Leslie says, helping her ease Bruce onto the table. “He’ll be fine. You’ve done all you could to stabilize him. It’s likely that he’s only unconscious because he’s too old for this kind of punishment. Alfred will assist me in the operation.”
Alfred nods. Behind his look of blankness, Diana can see his anxiousness, that he truly fears for Bruce’s life. It’s more than butler and master, more than guardian and child. Alfred sees Bruce as a son, and Diana cannot imagine his pain.
“Miss Prince?” He calls, even as he and Dr. Thompkins roll Bruce away. “If you could just watch the children upstairs? They get up to all sorts of trouble when left alone.”
Diana is nodding, and halfway up the stairs when she stops. “Children?” she mumbles. “What children?”
The children, it seems, are his children.
“Will Bruce be alright?” the eldest one asks.
“Yes,” Diana informs them. “The injury has been taken care of. He will be fine soon.”
The relief in the air is palpable, even if their expressions do not shift much. Diana thinks this is the time to find out more about these strange children.
“How many of you are there?” Diana wonders aloud, mouth twitching.
“Well, Duke and Harper are working on a job in Metropolis,” the one in the red hoodie says, “but really, Bruce just seems to adopt every child he comes across, so I might be missing a few.”
“I see,” Diana says. “Well, I was told to watch you children until Bruce gets out of surgery, so��what are your names?”
“I’m Dick,” the tallest one says, sticking out a hand. “Big fan. That’s Tim and Damian, that’s Jason, and this is Cass. She doesn’t talk much.”
The girl seems to be fascinated by Diana’s sword, her eyes following it. She’s small, and perhaps for most people that would be misleading—a small child, an easy target—but Diana can see beyond that, see the muscles in the girl’s arms, the way she holds herself. A warrior, not unlike Diana’s sisters oh so long ago. The memory brings an unexpected pang of hurt, followed by warmth.
“It is good to meet you,” Diana says, smiling at Cass. “That’s a lovely staff you’re holding.”
The girl grins and nods. Behind her, Tim pipes up. “We were practicing. Cass is teaching us some new moves.”
“In the dining room?” Diana asks, turning around. The smallest boy—Damian—seems wary, his staff tight in his hands.
“We could be attacked anywhere,” the boy says. “You have to be ready. The fact that we’re in a dining room does not matter. We could be in a dining room when the League of Assassins attacks.”
Diana raises an eyebrow. Strange children, but there is wisdom to that logic. Artemis used to wake her with a practice sword to the throat, say that she slept too lightly and should expect an attacker to take advantage of that.
“I do suppose you’re right,” Diana says, “but you’re holding the staff wrong. You’re quite short compared to your opponents. You should be holding your hands further apart for the maximum force with your hits.”
Damian reddens. “I knew that,” he sputters. Tim laughs at his expression, and even the stiff boy, Jason, smiles.
“Here,” Diana says, taking his staff. “Like so.”
Cass’s eyes light up when Diana takes her stance.
“I think she wants to spar,” Dick says, laughing.
“In the dining room,” Jason inserts, for clarification.
Diana readies herself. “I’d have it no other way,” she says, before lunging.
Alfred finds them, later. They’ve moved on from sparring with staffs and watching Cass swing Diana’s sword with a deadly precision. He enters the room silently, and for a moment, Diana is the only one that notices.
He looks overwhelmed, but smiles when he hears them all laughing.
Thank you, he mouths. 
Bruce will be okay, Diana knows. And when he wakes up, when he’s well enough, she’ll demand to know why he kept such precious children a secret from her. But now, she’s just glad he’s alright. So she meets Alfred’s eye and nods
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scarecrowsbasementceiling · 7 years ago
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This Means War
Request: This was requested by multiple people and I don’t have enough room to put them all here. A/N: This took way too long to complete and I am very sorry. There will be multiple endings to this though, so it ain’t the end.
Dick Ending - Jason Ending
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Dick always knew he had a connection with you. Ever since day one he’s felt drawn to you in some sort of way. He thought it was weird at first, but then after a while he began to accept it, thus leading to him doing everything he could to win you over, which you had always found to be strange, considering you didn’t know the real reason behind his actions.
One of the many times he tried to win your affections was about a month after you two had met, not that anyone was counting, something Dick tried to convince everyone of, but they had seen the calendar in his room, marked with special dates, most consisting of dates that something happened between the two of you. He had tried to ask you out for coffee, which you probably would have thought he was asking as a friend, Dick had a habit of stuttering out a ‘just as friends of course!’ Whenever he asked you out and you found it quite cute, but Jason had interrupted to inform the two of you that Batman had a mission for him and Dick.
There was a lie to what Jason said though, he knew what Dick was going to do and had made a plan rather impulsively to get him away from you as quickly as possible. When Dick had found out about Jason’s feelings for you, he grew very jealous, even more than he already had been, mainly because of Jason’s good looks and charm which had women falling at his feet, but Dick had his charm too, sadly he was blind to it sometimes though, an unfortunate fact that he was very aware of.
Jason can argue back and forth to anyone who dares to even go against what he says, he was in love with you first, however because of this, the secret was let out that you had been hanging out for a while, under everyone’s noses of course. So whenever he and Dick would argue about you, Jason used every opportunity he could to throw that in his face, which in turn would make Dick turns a bright vibrant red, thus always bringing an end to the argument with Dick saying, “It’s always going to be up to her. No matter how many times you use that excuse.”
You were completely oblivious to the matter. Alfred would always comment on how obvious it was, always under his breath, he figured you would figure it out on your own, even if it took a long time, which it was. But in your head, you were focused on doing as best a job as you could at being Batgirl, which was a great honor to you, sadly you couldn’t broadcast it to the world because you would jump at the chance it was that amazing of an achievement. So naturally it would all fly right over your head, and it did.
The fact that you did indeed not know of what was happening annoyed Batman, along with the rest of the bat sons, but they wouldn’t say that to your face, mostly out of fear of what you would do to them for ‘lying’ so their mouths stayed shut. Batman on the other hand didn’t fear anything, you included, so he devised a plan to get you to notice what was going on in front of your own two eyes.
Now you’d think that Batman, being the type of person he is, would just walk up to you and say what his problem was right? Not this time, this was something different, in spite of the fact that none of his other sons would come close to having a love interest, he wasn’t too sure about what to do, but that doesn’t mean he can’t figure it out.
His brilliant plan was to have Dick and Jason get worked up that one of them just loses it and tells you, thus proclaiming them the winner of this so called ‘war.’ The was working too, they were growing restless as each day passed, however this made things very stressful on your part, since you didn’t understand what was happening, and the thought that either of them had feelings for you never entered your mind, which many people found very odd, their actions confused you greatly.
You often wondered why each of them would pester you to hang out with one rather than the other, this leading to them turning to the other and bickering like children, never ceasing to annoy the living hell out of you, and them storming off in the opposite direction, as well as grumbling things like ‘she’s mine,’ and ‘who does he think he is, trying to steal her from me. He’s gonna pay for that.’
There was one time however, and you will never forget no matter how long you live, which knowing what goes on in Gotham might be forever, that lead you to start wondering if they had feelings for you, when you came to Alfred about it you could’ve sworn you heard him breathe a sigh of relief at your statement, but you let it go claiming it was just your mind playing tricks on you.
It was a night after a long mission and all you wanted to do was sleep, but Jason had other plans, they included taking you out on a late night diner visit. Normally you wouldn’t object to food, especially if it was with Jason, but tonight you were just so tired that food was the last thing on your mind, the first thing being how comfy your bed was going to feel when you got to finally go to sleep, Jason didn’t think that was the reason though, he thought of something entirely different from that, and it pissed him off.
For the past few days you had been spending a lot of time with Dick, much to Jason’s chagrin, not all of your days were spent with Dick, Jason just didn’t pay attention to you hanging out with the other batkids, he knew they didn’t have those feelings for you so they were never a problem. So that night his jealousy fueled his thoughts, thus making his mind go to Dick immediately, but his thoughts were wrong, and he was going to figure that out, thank God for your calm personality, one of the many reasons he loves you so much, but there are many more that would take too long to even make a list of, though it might be possible should a person with an abundance of patience decide to.
Since you were tired you declined, you took note of the way Jason’s face fell at your response, it was something you always took note of, it’s the little things that are the most noticeable sometimes. A sinking feeling sat in your heart, you thought you had hurt his feelings, but thoughts hindered you from apologizing, ‘why would that hurt his feelings in the first place? He’s tougher than that, he doesn’t get hurt easily, mentally or physically.’
You asked him what’s wrong and his immediate answer was that you had already spent so much time with Dick and not enough time with him, which had confused you greatly because you had spent a lot of time with Tim lately, mainly trying to get him to sleep but it still counted as a hangout session in both of your eyes.
As you told him this realization strikes his face and he remembers all the times you were caught with Tim, in the friendly way of course, but you also told him that you were just tired after the mission and wanted to sleep. He seemed to almost push his idea further but decides not to thankfully, then sulks away silently, trying to act as if none of what went down had actually happened.
It left you confused as to why he would automatically think you were going to hang with Dick, but then a thought struck you, was he jealous? A small mischievous smile makes its way to your face, he was jealous, it was a little funny to you, but at the same time it was very nerve wracking, because there was something you had been mulling over for a long time now, which boy did you love the most?
Yes that’s right, you were in love with both Dick and Jason, but you had always thought they didn’t like you back, a surprising thing to think when their affections were obvious, it also doesn’t help your case if you have feelings too and don’t notice theirs, but you were a bright person, there was no doubt about that.
So you went home with heavy thoughts and feelings running throughout your mind and body, what will you do? Who will you choose? These were pretty big decisions, and you had more things to think about other than boys, like sleep and work, they were more important than boys at the moment.
Dick had heard some of what was said in the conversation, but not enough to get the whole story, something that is a normal occurrence when eavesdropping, but what he had heard, or thought he heard, it was a little windy, gave him a mini heart attack. Were you going to choose Jason over him? No, he can’t go down without a fight, there had to be a way, perhaps he could do more, show you that he can treat you better than Jason ever could. But then again, he could never bring himself to force you to love him, that was cruel, and he knew Jason wouldn’t either. They would back down if you choose one over the other, they weren’t savages.
Jason headed home with a heavy heart, did he just ruin his chances of being with you because of jealousy? He hoped not, he’s tried so hard and he wasn’t about to jeopardize what’s between you two now. Of course, if you did choose Dick over him, he’d accept it, and he was sure Dick would do the same for him. Sure he’d be pretty pissed about it, but he’d get over it eventually, he’d never find anyone else, well in his mind he wouldn’t, there are always other women, he also was sure you’d keep him around as a friend, that word made his heart hurt whenever it was associated with you and him, it probably would for a long time if he got rejected. He always had trouble with feelings, and this was no different, though it was more important.
Days pass after that incident and the boys are at each other’s throats even more than they had been, Dick because he thought he was losing you, Jason because he thought Dick was being well, a dick. The entire thing was spiraling out of hand, but one thing was for sure, they loved you, and you knew it. The only thing left to do now was decide who you loved the most. You knew this was going to hurt, you didn’t want to make a decision, you wanted them both so badly, but you couldn’t have it that way sadly, though it is allowed you didn’t think they would agree to it, Jason doesn’t share, but Dick might, it was a low chance but it would never happen.
It was time for a decision, it was getting to be too much for you, and for the rest of the family. WHo will you choose? You braced yourself as you ran to stop the two boys from hurting each other more than they already have, with Jason having a busted nose and bruised jaw, and Dick having a black eye and bleeding nose along with a cut lip, the fight was more physical than any of the other ones, which didn’t make the process of deciding any easier, no thanks to you either.
After their wounds are tended to, you retreat back to your room, not being able to stay there for much longer, the tension was practically visible. Sighing, you slid back into your bed and closed your eyes tight, what was going to happen now?
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ellana-ravenwood · 8 years ago
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It’s her, but it’s not her ! 1/2 - Bruce Wayne/Batfam x Reader
Summary : Bruce and the batkids are thrown into an alternate reality where their wife/mother, “the Batmom”...isn’t theirs, but Superman’s. Needless to say, they can’t wait to get home. 
I can’t help but feel like I could’ve write something better around that idea...might re-write everything at some point, because meh. Hope you’ll still like it :/.
FINISHED SERIES : PART 2 
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His worst nightmare was unfolding in front of him. 
Or, at least, one of his worst nightmare. 
She was kissing him. And from the look of it, it wasn’t just a chaste little kiss, or a small peck on the lips...No, it was a full on make-out session right there. 
After yet another Justice League problem, Batman and his kids accidentally travelled to another dimension, exchanging their place with the Dark knight and his sidekicks from this World. They were currently in the JLA’s headquarters. Bruce was expecting things to be different, but he never thought about his wife being...Superman’s. 
Or at least, it was his girlfriend, given the fact that he was eating her face since they arrived. They didn’t even notice them entering, accompanied with Diana, Dinah, Arthur and Oliver. Usually, Bruce was the one kissing you passionately and making everyone uncomfortable (he wasn’t much for PDA, but you didn’t give a flying fuck about it, and he could never resist you...). 
Diana cleared her throat...and you and Clark didn’t move at all, still kissing each others. The amazon turned to Bruce and his sons, and, with an apologetic look, said : 
-I’m sorry. They were both on missions for the past month, they hum...missed each other I guess...
Bruce’s heart tightened, usually, he would be the one not able to leave you after months apart. He was so lost in thoughts and stunned about all of this, that he didn’t see Damian walk up to them and take you away from Clark. He snatched you out of Superman’s arms, and if a look could kill, the kryptonian would be dead by now.
-Get away from my mom !! 
You turned around and looked at Damian like if he was crazy. 
And you were fucking pregnant. 
There was no doubt that it was Clark’s. Reflexively, he took you back in his arms, your back hitting his chest, and his hands went to your stomach. He was about to fry whoever dared to touch his girl when he realized it was Damian, his best friend’s son...the Hell ? 
-Hum...What ? 
You asked, very confused. How did the kid call you ? Bruce was coming towards you guys and took Damian by the shoulder. 
-Sorry, he hum...he...
He found that he wasn’t able to talk to you. He couldn’t . Seeing you in Superman’s arms, pregnant, was a bit too much.Especially since back home, you were sterile...Diana came to his rescue. She explained what the situation was, leaving out the fact that in their home world, Bruce’s wife was you, and you had four children. 
Batman kept staring at you, and you got a bit awkward. Years ago, before Clark, you had a massive crush on the man, and you’d have wish for him to stare at you like that, but now...it was just embarrassing. Clark kept an arm around you, as if to protect you, and glared (more than usual) at the Bat. 
The boys too, kept looking at you in a weird way. Damian called you “mom”. You knew your friends were hiding something from you, and you kinda guessed what it was...but you didn’t dare say anything. Afraid you might open wounds, just in case they couldn’t go back to where they came from...You loved Clark, so dearly, you could never give them what they wanted. You weren't the same woman you were where they came from. 
The conversation was about how to get them back, when you felt Clark’s arm wrap around your shoulder, and scooting you closer to him.
When you turn to smile at him and peck his lips, putting a tender hand on his thigh, Bruce left the room to go check on the computers if there were anything about how they could get home. In reality, he was running away. Normally, you would smile like that only to him... 
Bruce just couldn’t wait to go back home. He hoped with all his heart there was a way. 
He couldn’t live in a world without you by his side. 
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They were stuck in this World where you weren’t theirs since now a little bit more than a week. 
Bruce and his boys avoided you or Clark like the plague, even though you guys really wanted to help. Bruce couldn’t bear the thought of you having Superman’s child, of you being in love with him, and your boys couldn't handle the fact they couldn’t hug you, they couldn’t just talk to you about their days...they couldn’t call you mom. They always needed you, you were their mother, and a damn good one at that. Seeing you acting as if they were just the children of one of your friend was slowly killing them. 
To be honest, you were kinda happy they were avoiding you, as you guessed the truth, and you just felt really awkward around them. Especially when you started to think about how your life would be if you were actually with Bruce, if the batkids were yours etc etc. The Bruce you knew was dark, cold, rarely showed his emotions...But that Bruce there, that was suppose to be your husband in another world, was different. And you couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of you that he was so. 
The answer is yes. Yes, you’re the one that made Bruce better in this other world. You saved him all those years ago. From himself, and from the dark well he was in at the time. But the you from this world, would never know it, because all those years ago, he turned you down and Clark was there to cheer you up. 
The only thing that didn’t change at all, was good ol’ Alfred. He was exactly the same here, than he was in the other world. He took care of them, and was as sassy as ever. 
When he heard about Bruce’s and his boys’ life in their home world, Alfred shed a tear. Knowing that the man he considered his son was happy in another dimension warmed his heart. At least, somewhere in the universes, things got better... 
The butler explained that in this dimension, Bruce never let any women close enough, and the relationship he had with his sons were...more than tense. The boys decided that it was because you never came into their lives, because you never mended the broken pieces of all of them...They were right. 
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When Clark called to say he was now the father of a beautiful baby boy, Bruce worked more than ever to find a way back to his home. He couldn’t bear the thought of his best friend having a family with you. He loved you with all his being, and even though he knew that this place wasn’t his home, that somewhere, you were waiting for him...he just couldn’t handle the fact that you loved another. He desperately needed you by his side again, he wanted you to be there, you always knew how to reassure him...
Bruce left the room when Superman came with his newborn son to present it to him. Clark didn’t do it on purpose, in this world too, him and the bat were quite close, and he just wanted to show his son to his friend...It’s only when Bruce left, visibly upset, that he remembered what you told him a few days ago. That you thought in his home world, you and Bruce were together. He kinda laughed about it, not being able to imagine a place where you wouldn’t be his wife..and yet, now, faced with his best friend’s reaction...He quickly left, holding his baby son tight against his chest. 
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It took two months of work before being able to open some sort of portal that might or might not take the Bat and his sons back home. They were willing to take the risk though, as they couldn’t stand a life without you. 
Without telling Clark, who became extremely jealous of this other Bruce, you came to say goodbye. Alfred took you to the bat cave and you faced them awkwardly. 
-Hum...hope you’ll...go...back safe...
Bruce smiled at you, and you felt your heart beat a bit faster. Why did you came here ? It was such a bad idea...with a last wave, they all went threw the portal. After a few minutes, they came back. 
They ? No, it was the Bruce and Batkids from this world. The one you knew. And you couldn’t help but notice that the bat was looking at you differently... 
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They finally found their way home, and the first thing they did was hug you with force, almost suffocating you. You hugged back as best you could, because while they weren’t there, you got stuck with a family that wasn’t yours at all. 
You were so scared they’d never get back, and you’d get stuck with a Bruce that felt nothing but friendship for you, and sons that weren’t your sons at all...You couldn’t imagine a life where you couldn’t hold your husband when he came home, or have mother/son moments...You felt so weird and empty, knowing another version of your husband and children were in the Manor, sleeping in guest rooms...Your heart ached at the thought that you’d never see your Bruce again, or your Dick, your Jason, your Tim and your Damian.
When they finally found their way home, they didn’t leave your side for days, and you couldn’t be happier. Superman dropped by to see if they were alright, and of course, he couldn’t help himself but comment...
-So, (Y/N), when are you leaving Bruce and run away with me eh ? 
It made you laugh, but your husband and sons were not amused. Not amused at all. So much that they threw him out of the Manor. Oh Clark was never going to let that go haha. 
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Somewhere in another dimension, Bruce Wayne couldn’t take out of his head the life that other version of himself had. It seemed so much happier...He was completely jealous that that other one wasn’t coming home to an empty bedroom. 
And he couldn’t take out of his head that you were the one with whom he built such a life. His best friend’s wife...Old feelings he buried away a long time ago started to resurged, swarming his every thoughts. But he couldn’t have you. He could never have you. You just had Clark’s child...
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