#Batcow: *lows*

[gay-dorito-dust]

How’d they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationship…(platonic/romantic)

Dick: he’s insulted.

Gutted.

He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.

‘Do you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?’ He’d say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. ‘If it’s the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and don’t call me dude or bro anymore.’

He’d rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him you’re not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames that’d make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasn’t his name.

He’s go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasn’t. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.

Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She can’t do her abc’s guys it’s a real tragedy.)

Jason: ‘I just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.’ - Jason at some point.

It’s a whole mood killer for him to be honest.

He’s calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that he’s well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit you’ve done together isn’t platonic in any sort of way.

Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasn’t)

Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as ‘just a really good friend’, ‘buddy o’ mine’ or even worse than both of those; ‘chum.’ 💀

When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see who’d call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.

You’ll probs get punished…I’m just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that ‘punishment’ was exactly.

Damian:

As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if that’s even possible.

Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. He’s not your dude or bro, he’s your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.

So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.

‘Until you learn that I am your partner, I won’t want to be anywhere near you if you’re going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.’ He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.

Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.

So it’s bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didn’t, you’d still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.

He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.

He can take a joke but not when it’s aimed at his relationship. He’s well and truly devoted to his relationship -if we’re to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.

#dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc fanfic #dc fic #dc comics x reader #dc x y/n #dc fanfiction #jason todd imagines #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson fluff #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagines #damian wayne fluff #dc fluff #nightwing x y/n #nightwing fluff #nightwing imagines #nightwing x reader

[fryingpan1234567]

yeah, more of these…

Batboys x reader feat. living together bc I don’t see enough headcanons about that (in some you’re a super and in some you’re not)

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dick Grayson/ Nightwing

We’re imagining a Matt Murdock style Manhattan apartment, with entire walls made of murky glass, limited amount of walls within the place, very nice. It’s in Blüdhaven (:

There are two bedrooms. The two of you live in the smaller one and the master is for superhero stuff

All your tech, suits, files, medical, all that

The ceiling in your room is glass!!

The doggo is a black German Shepherd with a white patch on his chest that looks like the Nightwing symbol, which is the entire reason you got him. His name is Eagle :D

No matter where you work, the two of you take your lunches together every day and get coffee before work if there’s enough time. You picked this place because it’s close to both your jobs, obvi

As far as decor goes, there are a few high-humidity plants, neutral and blue tones, and cool metal

It’s always humid in your place for the plants, but it’s nice

Rainforest vibes, especially when it’s raining

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jason Todd/ Red Hood

So many books

All the books

Everywhere

Y’all’s live out kind of in the middle of nowhere so it’s easier to retreat and lay low when necessary

Bout an hour out of Gotham

That’s Albus Dumbledore, the Great Dane

Alby for short cause she’s actually a girl but Jay wasn’t budging on that name

Kitty is Angelica

Anyways it’s nice and quiet out there, no city noises or being constantly worried about a stray bomb being thrown in a window

Every goddamn cup or container in your house is a mason jar

Plates and bowls are literally just hammered out sheets of scrap metal

It’s an aesthetic tbh

Plenty of succulents

Anyways the library? Massive

The kitchen? Top of the line

Maybe you two live out in the middle of nowhere, but no way in hell do you pass up the opportunity to abuse Bruce’s money to build a kickass house with all your favorite things

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tim Drake/ Red Robin

Tim wanted to stay close to Bruce, as he is still a Robin

So y’all’s are only like a ten minute drive from the manor

Two doggos!! Rapunzel and Rella. They are both trained service dogs for anxiety and PTSD, for you and Tim both. Damian helped Bruce find them for you when the two of you moved in :DD

You have a smaller apartment, but it’s close to the top of the building and you actually get to see the Gotham sun sometimes

Whenever Rella or Rapunzel knows Tim’s been on his computer too long, or you’re hyperfixated on a case, or neither of you have slept in a while, they’ll drag you away from your work for a walk or a nap or food

Da best guard dogs :3

MOVING AWAY FROM THE DOGS

The house has quite the modern vibe going

Bright colors, cool shapes, sensible uses of space

Yes, the loft king bed is a real thing

Although sometimes you guys end up sleeping in the living room with a blanket fort bc your dogs can’t follow you up the ladder

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damian Wayne/ Robin

First and foremost: Playdough’s rainbow spots are just dye; she’s fine I promise

Dami brought Titus and Alfred, obviously, but sadly Batcow had to stay at the manor. The condo building owners didn’t like the idea of that; a Great Dane is barely allowed as it is

The other cat is Cookie!! She’s nice but you and Dami tell everyone she’s mean so when they get affection they feel all warm inside [:

Keep in mind these guys are the only permanent ones- you foster all kinds of animals, including more dogs and cats, chinchillas, guinea pigs, rabbits, birds, even a bat once

Dami also had to stay close to the manor for Robin purposes. You guys are a few minutes away

There are little weapons and med kits and snacks (human and pet) scattered all over your place

Everything is so dark at your place so bloodstains are less noticable

(Dami tends to stumble through a window at like four in the morning, potentially with stab or gunshot wounds and bleeds all over the place)

If you’re a nurse, the stitching up came easy

If you’re not… you had to learn pretty fast

But hey it’s not all bad you’ve got four emotional support animals and a giant tv to watch Nat Geo on

#dc #headcanon #batboys #batboys x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader

[secondgenerationnerd]

I hear by request on the behalf of all of humanity a great need

A haley grayson/bitewing centered fic

A day in the life of Haley

I have considered the request and approve

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Haley Grayson is the luckiest dog in the world. It’s just facts. Sure she’s missing a leg, but she has a warm house to sleep in at night. Owners who always give her pets and cuddles and treats. A full belly every night, waking up next to one of her favorite people every morning.

Today’s Mar’i. After her usually morning lovings, she watches the tall girl dress and do her dark curls. Haley remembers when she was little more than a pup. Watching Haley with wonder and delight. Now look at her, almost grown up. Following her to the kitchen, Haley waits patiently for her morning treat. The front door opens and shuts, familiar footsteps heading towards them. Mar’i settles at the table as her father joins them.

“Morning, Starshine,” Dick yawns, kissing Mar’i’s head. Then he leans down to give Haley her morning lovings. “Morning, Bitewing, you keep my baby safe?”

“Ah yes, She valiantly protected me from the delivery guy last night.” Mar’i laughs, offering Haley an affectionate scratch. “How’s the Drakon case going?”

“It’s going.” He sighs, joining his daughter. Curling up under the table, Haley listens to Mar’i and Dick talk over the case details. Since Dick left the Force and became a Private eye, he’s been home much more. To both his girls’ delight. “Haley’s going with you to the tower this weekend right?”

“Yep!” Mar’i laughs as Haley jumps into her lap, licking at her face. “Oh you’re ready to see your friends, huh, H’al’ey? Krypto and Ace and Titus!”

Haley’s tail thumps against the table, making her family laugh. Dick scratches behind her ears with a grin, “Just the dogs, right?”

Snorting, Mar’i nods, “After Jerry and Batcow’s last visit, it’s a wonder Milagro didn’t kill Damian.”

The pair talk more over breakfast before Dick heads to bed. Cleaning up her dishes, Mar’i kneels to give Haley scritches and kisses, “Watch Dad’s six! I’ll see you after school, H’al’ey!”

Haley’s tail thumps against the linoleum. She loves when Mar’i says her name like that. A few more kisses and Mar’i heads out the door. Haley hops around the apartment, sniffing all the exits and entrances twice. Just to make sure it’s super secure.

A low whine from Dick’s room catches her attention. Sneaking in, she finds her owner tossing in bed. Sleeping as far as she can tell, but not peacefully. Haley knows about that. She has dreams about her lift before. Climbing into bed, Haley lays her body on top of his. Letting her body weight and heat ease the man’s worry.

Haley learned this to help Mar’i when her thoughts get too much. Or when she has a nightmare. But Haley uses it for both humans. As Dick slowly relaxes against the pillows, into a more peaceful sleep, Haley stays with him to keep the bad guys away.

***

“Easy girl!” Mar’i laughs, letting Haley pull her along.

Ace, Titus, and Krypto bark at her when she guides Mar’i into the living room. A low whistle from Damian silences Ace and Titus. Krypto bounds over, sniffing at Haley as Mar’i unhooks her. The all white dog smells like outside. But with something else. Something she only smells when they see Ma and Pa. Hay maybe?

“Woah, full house this weekend!” Colin laughs, dropping his backpack by the door. He has that funny smell to him again. Like something burning inside him. Haley nudges his hand, whimpering sympathetically. He smiles fondly at her, “I got a bad flare up coming, huh, Hales?”

Licking his hand, Haley offers her sympathy. Colin’s a good friend. Always sneaking her extra treats and a nice nap place. He doesn’t deserve burning. Her own missing limb aches and she nudges his hand with her head.

“Haley bear!”

Jon! Barking, Haley darts over to the crouching man. Lapping at his face as he laughs. He’s Mar’i’s most best friend. Always over to steal Haley’s cuddle time. But she always allows it. He makes yummy food for her.

“Hi, Superbabe.” Mar’i smiles at him.

“Hi, Star.” Jon looks up as she leans down, kissing his lips. “Practice run late?”

“Yeah, Jack and I have that competition next week. Ran through our duet a few extra times.”

Haley sniffs the air, barking with the others as three figures join them. Jai-Jai! Lian! Irey! Haley barks and races to them, Jai barely setting Lian down before her viciously adorable attack. Titus and Ace join her, though they focus more on Irey. Laughs and more pets between the dogs.

It’s going to be a fun weekend

#haley grayson #bitewing #mar'i grayson #damian wayne #jon kent #dick grayson #nightstar #nightwing #Robin #colin wilkes #krypto #ace wayne #titus wayne

[batstorm93672]

Do I Know You?

This is part 2

<<<Previous ~First~ Next>>>

Cass sat in front of Damian in the same position as him. It's her way of connecting easily, copy the target and get into their heads without a word. Damian let his walls down, being tense won't help and luckily the brownie that Alfred let him partake helped ease his mind.

"You are telling the truth, there is no indication of lying" Damian sighed "Finally I got someone on my side. Cassandra you are my sister, we've known each other for quite some time. I even have orchestrated as you do ballet, I played the violin" "I don't know how I know you exactly, but your words have truth in it. I suppose that's enough"

Tim walked over, holding a tablet "You got the okay from Cass, but there is nothing on you in any file or record. Are you sure you didn't come from a different universe?"

"I would punch you if I were not under surveillance and suspicion"

"I'm gonna ignore that, now why is there nothing on you?"

"Someone did this to me, I don't know who it was"

Dick sat next to Damian on the couch "Well, do you know why?"

Damian put his walls back up just enough so Cassandra wouldn't tell by the mere glance even though she was standing next to Tim. "No I don't, I've been meaning to ask you Richard. Where is Titus, Alfred the cat, Batcow or Jerry?"

"I know Alfred the human and none of those other names are things in this place"

"This is the worst fucking thing ever. My pets aren't here?!"

"You sure do swear quite a bit. If you who you say you are, then you must spend quite some time with Jason"

Damian's shoulders sunk "No... I spend most of my time with you... we were the best of partners ever. But now... I don't think we are anything" A strike of... pain? Maybe regret, struck Dick. He sounds so... sad.

"Hey, we can find a way to reverse this"

"...yeah, we can"

Bruce walked back in, looking at Tim "Anything?" "No, you?" "Nothing" He turned to Cass next "So?" "He's telling the truth"

"Alright, well if he's telling the truth and if he promises to stay under surveillance then he may go around the Manor"

"Bigger house arrest, how extraordinary"

"So I get a call from Golden Boy talking about someone we might know who we've forgotten. Sure why not"

The low rumble of the motorcycle in the cave caught everyone off guard for a second.

"So who is thi- holy shit you look like a computer created mix of Bruce and Talia"

.

After an hour of getting the clear to go around the Manor and telling Jason everything, Damian sat in the guest room (aka what was once his room) he misses his posters and art work on the walls.

Damian was drawing on some paper that Dick brought for him, Dick was drawing as well by Damian.

"So we know each other but we can't remember you"

"That is the gist"

"When were we partners?"

"Father's supposed death, you became Batman" Dick nodded, so at least everything isn't different only his existence in all those moments are wiped clean. "I was your Robin"

"...I see"

"Do you remember at all Richard? How we were, how we fought, how we protected each other and Gotham? Do you remember how much you meant to me?"

Dick looked at Damian who kept his head down, his voice trembled, Damian took a deep breath in and put the paper down. "Hey... I'm sorry I don't remember, from how you spoke I can't help but feel that you mean so much to me as well. I'm sure we'll undo all of this"

It hurts you don't remember, but I asked for this, I spoke about making a choice and I don't even know what that is meant to be. I made a choice already and I paid the price. So what am I trying to do now with myself?

#damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #bruce wayne #jason todd #cassandra cain

[capsrecedinghairline]

Battle of the Super Sons: a bad summary by me

spoilers, obv

- why do we always gotta watch Krypton explode? This is the equivalent of the Waynes getting shot.

- kinda weird last words to your infant son but uh okay

- Lois explains journalism

- I know he’s animated but how do Clark’s legs support his torso. He’s shaped like a ravioli on stilts

- wow i wonder if that ant stuff will come in later with the starros

- I can’t think of a single reason they would’ve hidden Clark’s powers from the kid for so long?

- Y’all left green arrow in charge of the watchtower? Does batman know about this?

- that bully looks like he’s going to a bear/otter club in Miami on a Tuesday

- Jon lit the farm on fire but I got my period in the pool at summer camp so who had puberty worse

- I thought we weren’t saying the “American way” thing anymore

- Jon upon seeing Gotham: “bitch u live like this”

- Between the two of them batman and superman have at least 30 abs

- whose got damn white baby is that

- That is a SLAVIC baby

- I wanna feel bad for Damian but I feel like he makes baristas cry

- BATCOW

- BAT BUCKET

- Side note, the writing is literally so bad. There are more holes than plot. I wish I hadn’t started this.

- I am once again forced to watch Batman beat his child, but at least he’s mind-controlled this time

- What’s Melvin’s tragic backstory?

- “We need to lay low,” says the preteen flying the bat plane in the middle of the afternoon

- Where’s Harley Quinn with a javelin when you need her

- Bad Guy Monologue

- Green Arrow fails at a basic assignment, again

- Bad Guy Monologue but he’s the president

- LOIS ARE YOU FR

- GIRLBOSS

- Bats and Supes have just been chilling back there, I guess

- The boys mug Batman and steal his jewlery

- Dami, your dad’s gonna have to pay for that

- The power of friendship

- Bruce attempts a hug

- Haha sports joke

- Melvin is absolutely gonna have lasting neurological damage from that

- Still can’t fly

#battle of the super sons #damian wayne #jon kent #batman #superman #dc comcis #this was truly so bad but I’m incapable of abandoning a movie #not bad in a fun way either #just dull #bad summary

[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

How To Summon Batfam Members

Alfred: he is omniscient, he is always here he needs to when he needs to, there is no such thing as summoning Alfred Pennyworth, there is only him already being there.

Bruce: any of his kids yelling Dad. The first person to figure this out was Jason Todd, who then told Alfred about it, and he told Dick, who later told Tim, and now everyone knows.

Dick: play Dancing Queen. Just play it loud and he'll be there within 30 seconds to 2 minutes depending on if he's in the manor or on patrol. Wally Wesy figured this out during the Titans first stint and when Donna found out she told Diana who told Bruce and to this day Dick still falls for the summmoning.

Babs: Barbara "Oracle" Gordon is above such things as that, she will appear when needed with or without prompting, same as Alfred.

Jason: insult any of his books where he can hear. The more he likes the book the faster he gets to you, and it doesn't matter if your fighting for your lives in a shoot out, he can and will verbally fight you on whatever you said then moment he's in your hearing range. Talk shit about something like The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings, and he'll be pissed. Say anything bad about Pride and Prejudice or any other Jane Austen, you're dead fucking meat. Dick made that mistake once but Babs was the one to pick up on it. She kept it secret until Jason came back and Tim also figured it out.

Tim: The smell of coffee, which was Dick and Bruce's simultaneous discovery, as well as saying "Hey, Kon, what happened to your shirt?" Or something along those lines. Other examples include "Kon, did you get a new peircing?" and "Yo, Connor! Dude, you still look good in the monkey suit instead of jeans!" Steph figured out Tim will magically appear at those words, and by the time he registers it as a trick, it's too late.

Steph: any cursed song mashup. Tim figured it out initially, but also did research into it. Any mashup of Christmas music with my chemical romance or something similar will bring her to your location the fastest by pure power of inexplicable rage.

Cass: Cass cannot be tricked like this, but she can br bribed to your location with what she considers high quality sugary sweets. This includes things such as McDonalds ice cream, Wendy's frosties (sometimes paired with fries to dip), and Dutch Bros frosts.

Damian: Damian would say that he's above above trickery, but he is his father's son and not above that at all. He can be summoned by loudly declaring either that something happened to one of his pet(s)/an animal or low key threatening his pets with harm. Jason found this out by saying that if Damian didn't return his missing copy of Pride and Prejudice that very moment, he'd eat Batcow. Damian took all of 30 second to cross the manor with the book and a threat of harm in return if he dares to touch the cow.

Duke: he's too new to need such a quick way to summon him. At this point in time he is the only one who always comes when his actual name is called (the rest are hearing blind to their own names most of the time). Though Duke also seems to show up whenever drama starts brewing, Steph and Tim are keeping an eye on that one for possible future use.

#jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #duke thomas #steph brown #cassandra cain #headcannons #incorrect batfam #dicks song is and will always be dancong queen and i will die on that hill #i regret nothing

[awkwardbluefish]

Give me all the fluff with your favorite DC characters Blue! I love you!😘-Thorne

Thorne!! I love you too <3

Some fluffy things huh? I might just have some!

- Tim is always quiet in loud spaces. He lives off of the noise of his brothers and sisters. It doesn’t matter if they’re arguing, bickering or laughing, he adores it. He’s quiet purely just to capture all the noise and lives in the moment, and if Damian accuses him of smiling because Jason believes he’ll be a crazy cat person in the future, he’ll let the kid believe it.

- Everyone in the family can somewhat dance. Cass, Tim, Kate and Dick can dance however. Well Dick just incorporates a bunch of gymnastic moves together that it looks like dancing, but that’s a debate for another day. Cass and Tim are elegant, Kate is graceful and while Dick has flailing limbs, he looks good when he moves. They have countless competitions which usually ends with either Dick waltzing them dramatically around the room, Tim absolutely dominating them in ballet, Cass leaving them breathless or Kate making everyone question their sexualities.

- Jason, Tim and Damian regularly visit animal shelters. They play with all sorts of animals, making sure they’re being treated right. Hell, they even managed to convince Bruce to buy a kill shelter to transform it into an adoption one. They are all very proud of that fact.

- Damian loves watching ‘kids’ shows. He especially loves Pixar, enjoying how the happy ending is not what you would originally expect it to be. He cried watching Coco and Toy Story Four. Only Duke knows, and he has many blackmailing material to keep it that way.

- Jason and Tim are the singers of the family. Jason has a deep voice, low and booming when he wants it to be. Tim’s is more soft, and while he can do high notes he prefers singing lowly. They once sung “You are my sunshine” to a couple of scared kids during patrol.

- Jason taught Damian how to ride a bike. He was horrified when he learnt the kid didn’t know how, and instantly stole Bruce’s credit card to buy a lime green one that fit the kids height. He made sure to mention how he himself was only twelve when he learnt to ride a bike, can’t exactly own a bike when you’re living in the streets right? He also mentions how Bruce let him ride into a tree when he was teaching him, getting distracted and yelling at Dick to stop chasing after a chicken.

“It wasn’t chasing you because he wanted to be friends!”

“No, it’s terrified of you! Who wouldn’t be terrified of a grown man making grabby hands at them?!”

“You can’t keep it just because you caught it. Finders keepers does not apply to wild animals.”

“Dick, you have an apartment. So? What do you mean so? Dick your apartment has a no animal policy-“

“Dressing him in a suit will not help.”

“Don’t even think about it. We are not keeping it in the manor. The puppy eyes will not work-“

“Master Bruce we are not letting a rooster live in the manor. No, absolutely not.”

Damian laughed so hard he went flying over the handles and into some of Batcow’s dung.

- Damian feeds the bats in the cave. He has named all of them. The others don’t know how, and are too scared to ask.

- Tim never learnt how to swim until after he became Robin. Dick was the one that taught him, and Tim is the one who teaches Damian when he catches the boy staring longingly at a group of kids splashing in a kiddie pool.

- Tim knows every line to Star Wars. He mumbles the lines under his breath, eyes sparkling like it’s the first time he’s ever seen the series. No one has the heart to tell him to shut up.

- Cass always goes to her brothers when she needs help reading a book. They usually end up taking over and reading to her instead. She doesn’t mind.

(Jason’s voice is soothing and low. Dick does voices for all the characters, sometimes even acting out the scenes. Tim’s voice is quiet but relaxing, his hands moving around with the story. Damian is more monotone when reading, but Cass loves the way his eyes light up when he reads something he likes, words jumbled as he tries to read even faster.)

- Tim has a stutter and a lisp. It’s hardly recognisable unless he’s incredibly nervous or excited. Everyone finds it adorable.

- When Tim gets really into talking his hands start to move, flapping around as if trying to explain the story too. He goes beet red when he notices and his words usually become a stuttering mess after. It’s cute though so no one minds. Jason called them his ‘happy hands’ once. The name has stuck.

- Dick loves aliens. No one really knows why. He has alien shirts, alien posters, alien books. Hell he even has alien themed pyjamas. His obsession is slightly concerning.

- Tim managed to convince Bruce the earth is flat once. He never lets him live it down.

- Sometimes when Duke can’t sleep he walks around the manor. He likes to check on the others, making sure they’re safe and sound. Sometimes it ends up with him having a cuddle buddy, but that’s alright. He doesn’t mind.

- Tim is a cuddly sleeper. Get too close and he will grab you, and you won’t be leaving until the boy wakes up. Just get comfortable, relish in the fact the kid is sleeping, and have a nap. It might be a while.

#okay so I had more than just some- #oops #dc #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #duke thomas #kate kane #mine #my headcanons #🐸 friend thorne

[apinchofsanity]

If Batfam had TikTok

Dick screaming whilst crying into the phone camera: cAmP ROCk iS a CInEmATIC mAsTERpEICe!!!!!!

Damian softly stroking Batcow's nose and staring unblinkingly at Tim: Remember Drake, each year cows kill around 20 people, three-quarter of those incidents are reportedly deliberate attacks. Your chances of getting killed by a cow are low, but never zero.

Barbara holding an open jar of peanut butter in the air like a champion: I MAKE A MOTHERFUCKER SAY OH YEAH!! I'M COLD AS A LAMB WITH NO HAIR!! YOU EVER SEE ME FIGHTIN IN THE FOREST WITH A GRIZZLY BEAR?? HELP THE BEAR!! THAT BITCH GON NEED IT

Steph to Jason when meeting him for the first time: Omg you so tall, you look like a giraffe

Jason: That's why you dead built like a baked bean

Steph: A BAKED B-

Steph: A BAKED BEAN!?

Steph after punching Jason in the throat: BAKE BEAN THAT!

Dick walking slowly to the bathroom, phone camera pointed downwards: Okay guys, I've been working on this outfit for some time now, and Batman says I'm not allowed to wear it out tonight.. I mean like *angles phone to full length mirror revealing the Disco Nightwing suit* Respect the drip B-man!!!

Barbara filming Dick who's driving: Babe turn right

Dick hesitating before making the L signs with both hands to determine which is right:..

Barbara: BABE!!

Dick fighting back tears: I can't do it without it!!! I cAn'T!!!

Duke, hiding in the Batcave behind a giant penny: I want to go home please.

Bruce kneeling down in front of him: Why do you want to go home Duke?

Duke pointing to Damian screeching and foaming at the mouth whilst being held back from clawing Tim's face off by Dick: ARE YOU ON DRUGS??!! ARE YOU FUCKING ON DRUGS!!!? WHY DO I WANT TO GO HOME????

Tim panting, camera on selfie mode as he runs through the streets at night dressed in civilian attire eating fudge: Sometimes when the mental illness kicks in you have to grab a piece of fudge and go on a run in the middle of the night. That my friends, is what I like to call....Wait, *spots people* there are people outside what the frig-frag is going on here??!! *sees the batmobile* OH MY GOD THERE'S A CAR RUN!! RUN!! OKAY PRETEND THAT THERE IS A PSYCHO BEHIND YOU AN YOU JUST GOTTA GO LIKE AAAAH!! OH MY GOD THE CAR'S GETTING CLOSER CALL THE POLICE!! Also there's this plane flying and I'm running faster than the plane I just wanted to let everybody know that. My dad and butler said I couldn't go on a run BUT I DEFIED THEM! when the mental illness gets bad ya'll you can DEFY your butlers. Okay I'm home now, I might get whooped for my behaviour but I'm mentally stable now YA'LL I CAN DO AS I PLEASE!! -cut to the bedroom- my Dad thought I was buying drugs bu-but the only drugs I do are my anti psychotics and my anti-depressants.

#tiktok #batfam #batfamily #batman comics #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cass is too cool to be on titktok #she's a cryptid #barbara gordon #shitpost

[salty-fang]

Flowers

@daminette-december2019-2020

Marinette loved flowers. Everyone dear to her knew that. Obviously, she couldn’t always get flowers but if you needed a gift for her, flowers were the clear option.

Damian knew this, so every year, he’d buy her flowers and a gift on top. It’d always be a practical one like a roll of fabric or a jacket and mittens because of how easily she got sick. Her response always made his day, whether she’d try and return it to him, which he would never allow. Or, she would turn into a tomato on the spot. It was assuring yet amusing to say the least when he would check their commemorative photos and she would always have an exhausted yet flustered expression. No matter how much she whined, those were his favourite photos.

Damian had always been creative with the flowers he got. They had lovely scents, complemented her outfits or their colour signified something. Usually, he had gotten roses, Marinette’s favourite by far, that were yellow with petals that were tinged red. They always meant ‘we’re friends but I think I’m falling in love with you.’ That translated in Damian speak was, ‘you’re a reliable acquaintance but now you’re more tolerable’. If Marinette ever noticed his love, she didn’t comment. However, she was oblivious. Much like he was to his own feelings.

Damian knew when love was unrequited. At least, he thought he did. Marinette’s infatuation with Adrien had never been healthy yet she never realised. Even when it broke her heart to see Adrien fawn over other people of the human species, she’d still chase after him. Literally. And it was always up to him to pick up the pieces. Damian did it, knowing it would scar his heart deeper than each wound ran and yet, he was willing to endure the pain if it meant she was happy and smiling.

That had fuelled his competitive nature with Adrien. You see, Damian and Adrien were bitter rivals. They didn’t like each other; hell, Damian had destroyed him in an exhibition match when he first arrived. The day was still clear in his mind. Marinette had sided with Adrien and whilst he couldn’t pretend that that didn’t hurt, he fought with such fervour, such ferocity, that he forgot the pain. Momentarily. For days, he ignored Marinette. He let his phone go to voicemail, didn’t read her texts, brushed past her at school. He couldn’t speak to her. He couldn’t look at her and he knew he was being selfish but he needed some time.

It didn’t help his heart when he saw her face- tears in her eyes and a face like a lost puppy.

Although, he knew Adrien would deal with it. And deal with it he did. It shouldn’t have hurt to see Marinette in his arms, her eyes tinged red and her cheeks rouge. It really shouldn’t have. After all, everyone knew that Marinette was in love with Adrien. So, he really should have expected when they had their first kiss.

Or when they went on their first date.

Or when Marinette forgot about him. Forgot was a harsh verb but in the last two months, he’d only seen her twice. She had been too preoccupied with Adrien to notice her relationship with him was falling apart. The late 3am conversations stopped abruptly. There were no more flowers or elaborate gifts. He stuck to the bare minimum because he wanted -no- he needed to be selfish.

He needed time away from them. From her. It wasn’t as if he didn’t feel happy for her, that was far from what had happened but... was it selfish to love knowing it would never be returned? It was futile pondering over the ‘what ifs' but it was nice to let his mind wander. Longing never eased his predicament but it was a temporary relief.

One where he didn’t have to lock eyes with them and pretend that his shoes were more interesting. One where he wouldn’t have to walk in the opposite direction or take a longer route to avoid them. Or where he didn’t see the piteous glances and snide glares directed at him.

He wanted to feel content. Joyous that Marinette found someone that made her happy.

Which was why he needed to go back. Back to where everything made sense. Back to Gotham. He wasn’t important here anyway. Marinette wouldn’t miss him.

That was the first lie he told himself.

Hands stuffed in pockets and head low, he walked to school, knowing it would be the last time he would see it. He had been hoping to avoid anyone he knew but alas, the goddess of luck was against him. He could see Marinette sprinting towards him and as tempted as he was to run away, it just wasn’t worth the effort. Especially not today. So instead, he pulled himself farther into his hoodie, obscuring his face. His attempt to blend into the background had been foiled by the meddling girl that was Marinette. And that annoyed him.

This was the second lie he told himself.

Marinette had stuck to him like glue. The entire day, she was at his side. And the reason was bluntly obvious as to why that was. Adrien had been busy. Marinette wouldn’t tell anyone where he’d gone but it was pretty clear that he wasn’t at school. Damian was happy to have Marinette back but he would have preferred it under different circumstances. He didn’t want to act as an Adrien 2.0. He wanted Marinette to hang out with him because she wanted to see him. Not because her boyfriend wasn’t in.

Her actions had soured his mood and yet his heart ached for her. Today had probably meant nothing to her but it meant the world to him. It was an amazing way to go back home, carrying sweet memories of your best friend with you. The flight had been booked for tomorrow in the afternoon, giving him loads of time to pour his feelings into a letter for her. He needed the closure from his first love. Sure, he’d dated around, trying to find anything strong enough to drown his feelings. But they were never enough. Nothing ever was when she was around.

Which is why he had ordered a large bouquet of yellow roses. Yellow roses tinged red at the tips of the petals. If he was going to write her a letter, he needed to go back. Back to when he first fell. Fell completely in love.

The letter had come out better than he had expected. Short and precise yet he was oddly satisfied with how it turned out. The hardest part was how to get everything to Marinette without her responding. He already knew what her response would be. And he didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want his heart to shatter. Not when it was already so broken. He knew that the best time to give it to her would be when she was asleep or working in the bakery which is why he went in the afternoon.

He loaded his luggage into a taxi-something so common that he would never have done before. Taking several deep breaths, he waited, watching his hand shake as he yanked open the door.

“Hey, Mrs Cheng.”

“Damian, what a lovely surprise. You must be here for Marinette?” A solemn nod was all the answer she needed. “Make your way upstairs. And call me Sabine.”

“Will do next time, Mrs Cheng.” He ran up the stairs, a small grin on his face as he knocked on her trapdoor. Giving it a few seconds, he knocked again before entering.

“I’ll just go.” He muttered, leaving the letter and bouquet on the stairwell. He turned on his heel, eyes shining as he tried desperately to compose himself. That was what Marinette had meant when she said that Adrien was “busy". They were too busy making out to notice his presence. Once again. He should have been used to it.

So, why did he feel like shit when he heard Marinette call after him? Or when he hopped into the taxi, knowing that she couldn’t catch up to him? Why did he feel like he was wrong? Like he was too clingy? He pushed her away. He grew too dependent on her being in his life. She could do whatever she wanted. She didn’t belong to him or anyone for that matter. If she was happy with Adrien, so be it.

It was his fault for being too slow.

Hisfaulthisfaulthisfaulthisfault.

The taxi was booked for the next two hours which gave him enough time to come to terms with everything. He’d finally see his family; he’d get to hold Titus and play with Alfred and feed Batcow. He’d be back on patrol for his vigilante duties and he would do a kick ass job at it. And there would be no more feelings. No more overwhelming emotions that had to be kept bottled up. No more feeling alone surrounded by people who didn’t understand him. But most of all, no more Marinette. And it hurt to think like that.

Marinette was relentless. That much he knew. So, he was expecting her to try and find him. Which is why he booked the flight at the most obscure airport. He locked eyes with her, seeing her dart towards him, letter in hand. She had still found him and as he watched her run, he felt his chest constrict. And not in the good way. Functioning purely on adrenaline, he ran, pushing her out of the way of the approaching car. He heard the desperate squeal of the tyres. The sound of the sirens.

Yet, the thing that was clearest to him was the guttural scream that ripped through Marinette’s throat.

And in that moment, he wanted to hold her hand, stroke her head, whisper comforting words to her. Anything that would help ease her sorrow. But all he could offer her was his shaking hand as he rubbed his finger against her knuckles.

“I want,” he coughed, spitting out the thick substance onto the ground. “I want you to forget about me. I’ll only cause you pain.”

That was his third and final lie before he was wheeled off into the back of an ambulance.

It took four hours for him to be pronounced dead.

It took a month for his funeral to happen.

It took a year for Marinette to stop blaming herself for his death.

It took her 70 years to forget about him.

Everyone dear to Marinette knew she hated flowers. The only ones she loved where the ones that Damian had given to her. And with her they remained, still upright as if someone had been trying to tell her that they were there.

There with her until she too died.

#marinette dupain cheng #damian x marinette #daminette #damienette #damian wayne #adrien agreste #ml angst

[ms-trickster]

Jason and "siblings" for the ask thing

"Look," Bruce stresses, leaning forward a bit before he catches the way Jason tenses further, reclining back into his original position, "all I'm saying is you could stand to take better care of yourself."

"I'm not taking this from someone who uses 5-in-1," Jason spits, and beside him Dick chokes on the mouthful of cereal he'd just shoved into his mouth.

"5-in-1?" Dick wheezes when he's got his airway cleared, looking horrified. Across from him, Damian is looking at his father like Bruce had just said he'd left Batcow at a no-kill shelter and planned to do the same with Titus. Even Tim has lifted his head from the table to level an incredulous and disgusted, albeit sleepy, look at him.

Cass's wide-eyed blank stare seems to be the worse, though.

Jason carefully eases his chair away from the table as Bruce withers under his children's gazes, distracted. "It's efficient," Bruce tries to defend weakly. "It's shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, and deodorizer, what's not to—"

"You don't use deodorant?" Damian demands shrilly, both drawing attention to him and muffling the creaking of Jason's chair as he slowly rises, wary of any sudden movements.

Keeping even height with their heads—too low to the ground and he'll draw their attention, too high and he'll stick out like a sore thumb. So Jason eases out of his chair, and then gingerly walks backwards, knees bent so his head is at the same height as those sitting down.

He just barely hears Tim solemnly say, "I once saw you eat ungrounded coffee beans because you didn't have enough time to brew them before a meeting, and yet the level of disappointment I felt then is nothing compared to this," when he finally reaches the door, and it takes all his effort to not burst into cackles right there and then.

Swiftly turning his glide into a jog, Jason allows the tiny smile that had been playing at the corner of his lips. Sometimes, sometimes, it paid off to have a small army of siblings.

#click clacking with missy #anonymous #writing ask game #i swear i meant to get to this sooner and then irl stuff happened so [jazz hands] here we are #i hope u liked this anon! #i also want u to know that this is unedited bc i am Tired and also i took a break halfway to eat and now i refuse to reread it #if i made a typo or repeated a word then shame me in my inbox as i deserve

[peterxwade24]

BWYD Chapter 8

How Marinette and Damian Acquired Their Pets

Bruce sat in his office, looking at apartment listings in Paris, when the door to his office was flung open and several heads of black hair flew into the room. Several voices spoke, trying to be heard over each other. He closed his laptop and pinched the bridge of his nose. “One at a time.” He sighed and looked at the boys. “Please.”

“Tiny Bat thought it’d be a good idea to practice flying-” Dick began.

“But, Pixie Pop got stuck-” Jason interrupted.

“And it’s all Grayson and Todd’s fault.” Damian finished, shooting a glare at his two older brothers. “Drake and Thomas are trying to coax her down but she won’t look down.”

Bruce’s eyes had blown wide and looked from Dick to Jason to Damian before he shot up out of his seat. He, followed by his three sons, ran out of the office and towards the cave. He took the stairs three at a time, pushing himself to go faster with every step.

“Mon Chou!” He called as soon as he caught sight of the red of her suit. He ran to stand underneath her form, his arms extended. “Mon Chou, you’ll be okay. Trust me.”

Marinette, her eyes catching sight of Bruce’s and never wavering from there, let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and let go, trusting him to catch her. She relaxed while she plummeted from the high roof of the ceiling into his waiting arms, until at the last second when she flexed her wings and fluttered down to him. A giant smile blossomed on her face as a giggle fell from her lips. “Hi Ubaba.”

Bruce pressed a kiss to her forehead and looked at his sons. “That’s how it’s done.” He looked over Marinette (her suit being comprised of an oversized dark red long-sleeved top tucked into black and dark red striped cargo pants over black combat boots, a black and dark red reversible hooded cape hanging from her shoulders, a dark red and black spotted domino mask concealing her identity covering her face from the tip of her nose to her hairline, with her hair (usually styled in a braid of some sort) pulled back into a low bun in order to allow her to easily pull her hood up) and smiled. “Okay Mon Chou. What have we told you?”

Marinette flushed, her translucent wings folding back underneath her cape and out of the way, before speaking. “Not to try flying unless it’s around Oiseau bleu’s gymnastic equipment.” She looked up at Bruce, the eye lenses shining with the same blue of her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. Just be more careful next time.” He looked over the six children in the cave before his eyes lit up. “Family meeting in my office. Whoever makes it to the office the fastest and the safest gets to pick what we’re having tonight for supper.”

All six of the kids took off, Marinette dropping her transformation after she’d reached the stairs, and Bruce shook his head at the antics of his children. He took the secret elevator back to his office and sat down in his plush office chair.

Tim and Duke ran into the office in unison, followed closely by Jason carrying Damian and Marinette with Dick bringing up the rear. Tim and Duke high-fived before turning to Bruce with matching smiles.

“What’s the meeting about?” Tim asked, plopping down into one of the chairs across from the desk.

Bruce looked over his family, his eyes counting, before turning to Marinette. “Mon Chou, can you go get Colin?”

Marinette nodded, passing Tikki a cookie before striding over to the window and pushing it open. “Tikki, spots on,” Marinette whispered and with that done she dove out of the window and flew off.

Marinette returned a few minutes later, Colin with his arms wrapped around Marinette’s neck and his face pressed into her cape, and set him down on the hard floor of the office.

Colin looked around the room. “So, as nice as that was. Why was I summoned?”

Bruce smiled at the children before turning his laptop around to let them see what was on his screen. “So,” he looked over the children, his youngest just shy of thirteen years old and his oldest thirty-one years old but still behaving like he was twelve, “who wants to go to Paris?”

---

Marinette looked around her room, a frown on her face, before she strode to the bathroom door. She walked through the bathroom and through the door to her brother’s room, where she threw herself onto his bed. “How can you decide what to bring?”

Damian looked at her over his shoulder and shrugged. “Just decide what you can’t live without. We’ll come back home every so often.”

Marinette nodded before a mischievous smile spread across her face. “You wanna go raid Jason and Dick’s rooms?”

Damian dropped the shirt in his hands before grabbing Marinette’s and the two ran from his room towards their oldest brothers’ rooms. They two broke apart, Damian going into Jason’s room while Marinette went into Dick’s. The two emerged, five minutes later, with four or five shirts tucked under their arms before they went into the other room and repeated the process. The two siblings, laden down with eight or ten shirts or hoodies each, ran to Damian’s room with mischievous smiles on their faces and chuckles streaming behind them. They collapsed onto Damian’s bed, the shirts and hoodies surrounding them.

“Okay. So, what did you take from Todd?” Damian inquired, his green eyes boring into Marientte’s blue eyes. “Huh?”

Marinette smiled a smile full of teeth, showing how happy she was. “His two favourite hoodies, one of his older shirts that smells like him, the hoodie he stole from Ubaba and one of his favourite shirts to steal from Ubaba.” She pursed her lips and looked at him. “You?”

Damian’s face broke out in a smirk. “All of his shirts from Alfred and all of Grayson’s hoodies from Alfred. What’d you take from Grayson?”

Marinette giggled. “I snatched the ones he snatched from Ubaba and the super soft hoodies.”

He held his hand up, “high five?”

Marinette high fived Damian before Alfred the cat jumped onto her abdomen. She let out a breath of air and laughed. “Are you going to bring any of your pets with us?”

Damian turned to lay on his side before he scratched Alfred behind the ears. “Probably Alfred and Titus. Goliath doesn’t really like people and Batcow likes the part of the cave she lives in. Do you wanna get some pets to take with you?”

Marinette shot up, earning a hiss from Alfred the cat who slunk away to lay in a stream of sunlight, and turned to look at Damian. “Can we go and bug Ubaba to take us to the shelter?’

Damian grabbed her hand after he sat up and dragged her through the manor. “Father! Father!”

“Ubaba!!” Marinette called, easily keeping pace with her older brother, her hair flowing behind them and acting much like her cape. She smiled and tumbled into Damian when he suddenly stopped, drawing a laugh from her brother.

“Can you stay on your feet for five minutes?” Damian laughed and pulled her back to her feet before he looked up at Bruce. “Father. We demand you take us to the shelter.”

“Please?” Marinette pouted up at Bruce, her cheeks flushed.

---

Marinette, Colin and Damian wandered around the shelter, Damian leading the two around and pointing out the more desirable pets. Colin let out a gasp and ran towards a single cage with a solitary dog within. He fell to his knees before the cage and held out his hand. Marinette and Damian followed at a much slower pace, appearing behind him and Marinette fell to her knees beside Colin.

In the cage was a single grey-silver labrador retriever puppy. The puppy’s eyes met Colin’s and Colin waited with baited breath for the puppy to come towards him. The puppy’s blue eyes looked over the three teens before stopping on Colin and letting out a happy yip.

Colin’s eyes widened and he let out a happy gasp. “This one. I want this one.”

Marinette smiled and nodded. “Okay. Ubaba!” She waved down Bruce and gestured wildly towards the cage in front of them. “Colin says this one!”

Bruce came over with the shelter worker, “this is the one?”

Colin nodded, not looking away from the puppy. “The one.”

The shelter worker nodded before they opened the cage, the puppy running out of the cage and into Colin’s waiting arms.

They all continued to roam the shelter before Colin spotted a tortoiseshell cat. He smiled at the cat and looked at Bruce. “This one.”

The shelter worker collected the cat and they continued walking. Marinette blocked out Damian’s words as she continued walking, no Damian she isn’t going to get a female Great Dane so they can have little Great Danes running around, before she comes to a stop in front of a cage.

The dog within the cage had a reverse brindle coat and the biggest, saddest brown eyes Marinette had ever seen. The dog was stocky in build and its ears were pinned back against its head. Marinette’s eyes widened and she crouched down in front of the cage, holding out her hand to the poor dog.

Damian scoffed but held his tongue, knowing that his sister would bond with a rabid hyena (and has (accidentally)) and would glare at him if he said anything. Colin crouched beside Marinette, a smile on his face. “He seems sweet.”

Marinette nodded as the dog, an American Pit Bull Terrier, hesitantly nudged her hand before giving her fingers a lick. She giggled and scratched the dog behind its ears. “Ubaba.” She turned to find her Ubaba standing next to a fear stricken shelter worker, the tortoiseshell cat held securely in his arms while the worker’s hand were clenched in front of their chest. “I want this one.”

Bruce nodded before turning to the worker next to him. “Will that be a problem?” His lips were pulled back in a tight smile but his voice came out icily.

“Are you sure?” The worker asked, narrowing their eyes at the dog. “It was a fighting dog. Are you sure that’s the one you want?” Their voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” Marinette appeared at the worker’s elbow, her blue eyes boring into the worker’s skull. “Why wouldn’t I?” Her voice was soft and giving the worker an out, “what’s wrong with him? He’s gentle and beautiful and was so afraid I would hit him that he cowered away when I approached him.” Her voice grew hard and she glared at the worker before turning away and opening the cage to let the dog out. Her heart broke when she saw how thin he was and his docked tail before she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Marinette turned to look for a cat and stopped in front of an albino Maine Coon. She waggled her fingers in front of the cat and smiled when the cat bit her fingers. “Ubaba! Look! It’s Damian as a cat!”

---

Marinette walked out of the shelter, Oberon, her American Pit Bull Terrier, in front of her and Houdini, her Maine Coon, held in her arms. Colin followed Marinette with Gypsy, his silver Labrador Retriever, happily barking at everything from Colin’s arms while Rayas, his tortoiseshell cat, was wrapped around his shoulders. Damian brought up the rear with Bruce, glaring at the shelter worker as they walked out. They had a long night of packing ahead of them and like Hell were they about to let some bigot bring down Marinette.

@dast218 @toodaloo-kangaroo @amayakans @crazylittlemunchkin @marinettepotterandplagg

#maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc #ml crossover #mlb crossover #pets #protective dad!Bruce Wayne #protective brother!Damian Wayne #bruce wayne's youngest daughter

[batfam-nalu-onepiece]

Batfamily playing cards

At some point, Gotham started making batfamily playing cards.

Spades: Ace-Batman. King-Nightwing. Queen-Catwoman. Jack-Batwing

Clubs: Ace- Oracle. King- Red Robing. Queen- Blue Bird. Jack- Signal

Diamonds: Ace-Orphan. King-Red Hood. Queen- Spoiler. Jack- Azrael

Hearts: Ace-Batwoman. King-Robin (Damian Wayne). Queen- Batgirl (Barbra) Jack-Huntress

They also added extra bonus packs where you can order a “Birds of prey” or a “Batman Inc” set or have sets with other Gotham vigilantes like FlameBird, Gotham Girl, Gotham etc. People can call in and have their favorite Gotham vigilante included in their set for a little extra money.

This caused a lot of fighting between the family over who’s group is the best. Stephanie now demands everyone call her “your highness” or “your majesty” or even “your grace.” Jason argues that his King should be higher than the others because he’s the best. When Barbra got mad at someone she would say “Off with their head!” Reminding everyone she was the Queen of hearts. Damian always had his Katana ready when she said it to Tim, willing to serve as her faithful executioner. Duke is just happy to be included.

Dick was really happy at first, until he realized that there was a rare card that is floating around out there and is very valuable since there are only 5 in existence..... the king is the “Dicowing” version of him and some even have him with the mullet. Once the family heard about this they spent hundred of dollars on packs of cards trying to get that card. They now have one and they use is as there very own “Spirit Stick.” They pass it around to each other (never to Dick though) to whoever beats up the most bad guys that month. This was until they realized that Cass had it pretty much the entire time. So they made a schedule and took turns who had it for each month. They took special care of the card, putting it in a case and making sure to hide it from Dick.

But one thing they were all able to agree on is Ace is always high when it’s Cass and Ace is always low when it’s Bruce.

Damian called the people who make the cards saying they forgot to include the most important members. They quickly fixed their mistake and you can now have these cards in the deck as well

The Pet Expansion: Ace- Ace. King-Titus. Queen- Alfred the cat or Goliath Jack- Batcow Or Jerry the Turkey

The pack of card never had Jokers in it. That was a rule all throughout Gotham. There were no Jokers in not only the “Batfamily” themed cards, but also in regular packs of cards as well.

#batman #red hood #red robin #bat fam #nightwing #spoiler #orphan #batwoman #batwing #azrael #signal #huntress #bluebird #gotham #playing cards #original content #oracle

[cryptids-and-muses]

I had a weird and/or awesome idea for a bat family story.

I don’t think I’m gonna actually write it but I felt like sharing the outline and ideas for the story. This is a mix of a few continuities because I do what I want, and have trouble keeping everything straight. Feel free to add stuff or make suggestions. Now strap in cause I have some thoughts.

So this guy in Gotham is experimenting with transdimensional technology. Oracle discovers what he’s doing and how dangerous it is so she sends the bat family after him. Nightwing, Red Hood, Spoiler, Red Robin, Black Bat, and Robin go after this guy but he sets off a machine and transports them to a different dimension. The main difference of this dimension is that the Graysons never died which set off quite the chain of events, but our heroes don’t know that yet. Cut to this universe’s Batman finding a gaggle of people ranging from early teens to their twenties dressed in weird costumes smoking in a crater. Not to mention a few of them have bats on their chest. This Batman never had a partner outside of Alfred so when they try to explain who they are it doesn’t go great because Batman can’t even imagine working with one kid let alone six. Then he starts to realize a few of these people seem familiar.

In this universe, Dick would have lived with his parents a bit longer but would have eventually been taken by the Court of Owls to become their Grey Son and new talon. Bruce recognizes him after a while because he’s fought him before. It takes a little because he acts drastically different from his unfeeling counterpart in this universe but Bruce probably figures it out after seeing him do some acrobatics, or hears one of the others call him ‘Grayson.’ The realization is pretty jarring for Bruce and it’s really unsettling to see the cold soulless assassin he knows so full of life. He doesn’t tell the bat family that he knows his universe’s Grayson, because that's totally something Batman would do and fun plot stuff later.

He doesn’t know who Jason is AT ALL. He still meets him the same way in this universe but doesn’t take him in. There’s no role of Robin to fill and he has no idea how to care for a child. Bruce does send him to the wayward school for boys but doesn’t really check up on him after that. The whole event becomes a sort of weird story like “remember that one kid who tried to steal tires off the batmobile?” What happens Jason afterward is harder to figure out. Maybe he became a low-level street criminal or a gang leader or ended up in jail. I can’t quite figure it out. What Batman does know is that the boy he meets is using the Joker’s old alias, carries a lot of guns, and looks like he won’t hesitate to use them. None of which is painting a very good picture. This could lead to a cool moment where Bruce, unaware of Jason’s Tragic Backstory™ and fragile truce with his family (Jason is gonna be a lot closer with his siblings in this au), yells at him for this and the others defend him.

Batman probably recognizes Spoiler first. Stephanie would have still gone after her father and created the spoiler persona, even without the inspiration of Robin. However, she wouldn’t have anyone to train her and Batman would be actively discouraging her from going out as Spoiler. That’s not going to stop Steph from being Spoiler but she probably doesn’t operate on a large scale like she does as part of the batfamily. Not only does she have to avoid villains in this universe but also Batman because he doesn’t think she should get involved in vigilante work and tries to stop her when he can. So he sees this version of Steph in a higher tech version of her Spoiler costume and is just so exhausted.

Tim still totally knows who Batman is in this universe. He may not have had Robin to compare to the Grayson’s acrobatics but he would have figured it out somehow. That's where a lot of the similarities end though. Tim would still live with his parents (who are alive) and never really get involved with Batman directly. He became a vigilante because Batman needed a Robin, but here the role of Robin never existed. Tim probably still takes pictures of Batman and that hero worship never really went away. He’s also still an amazing detective even without any formal training. Bruce knows of Tim but doesn't figure out how much he knows, or that Red Robin is an alternate version of him.

Bruce also doesn't know who Cassandra is because he never met her. Her origin stays pretty much the same except she never joins the batfamily. She’d just be out on the streets doing her own thing, on the run from David Cain.

Now with Damian, things get interesting. Another slight change I’d like to make to the universe the batfamily land in is that Damian never left the League of Assasins. Damian has met and fought Batman on a few occasions but Bruse doesn’t know that Damian is his son. Partly because Damian keeps part of his face covered so he can’t see the resemblance. When he meets Robin he has a feeling he’s familiar but can’t quite place it. He realizes this is Talia’s son a little after he recognizes Grayson. Then there's the really intense exchange of “You’re Damian Al Ghul” “No I’m Damian Wayne!” This is extremely shocking for Bruce because of the realization that he has a son. That son is in the League of Assassins! His mother is Talia al Ghul! He has met said son and didn’t even know it! It sets off all sorts of emotions.

As for the actual story, aside from just the general shenanigans of Bruce interacting with the children of his alternate self and trying to get them home, I was thinking that it would start with the alternate universe’s Tim. In this universe Tim is still a genius detective, he’s just not as good because he doesn’t have the training. So he would start poking around in Gotham and discover a huge conspiracy linked to the Court of Owls and decided to figure out just how powerful they are and how deep the conspiracy runs. Cause investigating an all-powerful organization completely on his own with no training is the type of stuff Tim does Batman or no Batman. He only recently discovered the court and is still investigating it when the batfamily show up so Batman isn’t aware Tim knows about the Court or that he’s been looking into them. The Court finds out about Tim’s investigation and send Talon to kill him. The bat family then have to protect this universe’s Tim from Talon, who is Dick. This causes a lot of angst, drama, and family bonding as the batfamily figure out how this universe is different from theirs. I’d love for the other members of the batfamily to get roped into the story somehow too but I’m not sure how. I feel like this story has a lot of potencail and couldn’t just leave it in my head. 

Random Funny Stuff for this au

Dick named a lot of the equipment and stuff Batman uses so in this universe things would probably be named very differently.

Tim: We’ll need to use the bat computer.

Alt Bruce: The what computer?

Tim: You know? The large computer set up in the cave?

Alt Bruce: Yeah but you called it the bat computer.

Tim: Well what do you call it?

Alt Bruce: The computer.

Tim: …..that just feels wrong.

Damian: Yes I know this part of the cave. This is where we keep Batcow.

Alt Bruce: Where you keep what?!

Alt Barbra: My name is Detective Barbra Gordon. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t arrest you all right now.

Jason: Looks like Babs is a Badass in every universe.

Dick: Did you expect any less?

Jason: Honestly? No.

Alt Jim Gordon: *Sees the batfamily* Oh dear god they’re multiplying.

During the Talon fight

Talon: I am the Grey Son of Gotham.

Stephanie: Dick, sweetie, I know you like wordplay but this is low even for you. Get some better material.

Jason: Damn Goldie! When you go dark you don’t fuck around!

Tim: I thought if one of my siblings was going to kill me it’d be Robin. But not you Nightwing, never you.

Dick: I appreciate the attempt at humor but can we please focus.

Alt Bruce: I think my alternate self has a problem with adoption.

Jason: THAT'S WHAT WE KEEP SAYING!!!!

Alt Damian: I heard the bat was working with new warriors but looking at you now I doubt you are even worthy to die by my blade.

*Entire batfamily is silent for a moment before bursting into uncontrollable laughter*

Damian: Do I really sound like that?

Tim: He’s even worse than when the brat first showed up! I didn’t even think that was possible!

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[second-hand-heaven]

Tim Drake vs The Cold and Flu Aisle

Ao3

sequel to Conner Kent vs The Menstrual Hygiene Aisle

Summ: Tim Drake is a good bro, which is why he's staring at the cold and flu aisle in the pharmacy at 2am.

It's his night off, but Tim is still out on Gotham's streets at 2am. At least this time he's not wearing tights. As the pharmacy comes into sight, he slows his bike and pulls up to the curb.

Helmet off, he shakes out his hair before dismounting the bike. There’s no point fussing with his hair, though, as flicks up his jacket hood a moment later. In and out, that's the plan. He's got other places to be tonight, and being spotted at Tim Drake, billionaire's son, would be counter-productive.

The bell above the door barely musters a chime as he enters. He scans the store sharply, but he’s not looking for any threats. Well, he is, but not intentionally. He’s got his sights set on something other than vigilante justice tonight. Okay so, the cold and flu aisle. There it is. He catalogues each zone: child-appropriate treatments, “chemical free” treatments (Tim scoffs at it and moves along), sections for different types of coughs. Oddly enough, there's no section for treating a Kryptonian flu, which is a shame. That would be really helpful right about now. But Kon is half human after all, even if that half is taken from an evil megalomaniac. Surely some of this stuff should work on him?

With a shrug, he piles the products into his arms. Is it too much? Is he overly worried? Probably. It's just that Conner's never been sick before, not like this. So it's logical, then, to be concerned. Perfectly logical. He takes another packet of throat lozenges, just in case. Maybe should have grabbed a basket...

Waiting in line, because there was somehow a rush of customers this late at night, Tim spots something sitting on the shelving by the counter. It stares up at him with a stitched-on grin. Its left ear is flopped over, and on instinct Tim reaches out to fix it. The fur is impossibly soft, melting into Tim's palm. Its glass eyes plead with him, and he can’t say no. He adds it to his collection and finally makes it to the counter. The sullen cashier scans Tim's items slower than a goddamn sloth. Tim taps his foot impatiently.

Purchases tucked safely in his backpack, he heads out into Gotham's fog-drenched night. By some miracle, his bike is still by the curb and in one piece. Must be a quiet night for the rogues tonight. Revving his bike, he pulls away from the curb. He speeds back to the Manor; he's got a plane to catch.

Tim lands the Batplane in the empty field behind the Kent farm and jogs toward the house. The cloaking device hides it from view, although he shouldn't be gone too long.

The house is dark as he approaches. It should be, considering it's nearing 4am. He swings himself up to the open window with slightly less grace than usual.

“You could use the door, you know?” Kon says, his voice heavily congested. He sits up on the bed, switching on his bedside lamp. Pushing the blankets off his legs, he makes to stand before deciding against it, sinking down on the bed softly. He's wearing a ratty T-shirt and a pair of blue boxers, his hair loose from sleep and looking impossibly soft.

Tim nearly falls out the window. He's tired, okay? It’s definitely not because of the godly sight before him. Godly. Even sick with the flu Conner still manages to look like a freaking model. It's so not fair.

To cover for his earlier unbalance, he enters the room with a move he learned from Nightwing, a flip with just a touch of Dick’s brand of showmanship. Kon grins at the display, and it makes his chest tighten. He can picture the teasing he'd get from the rest if the bats, but none of his siblings are here to laugh about his useless crush anyway.

“I could,” he says, crossing the room, “but you never do me that courtesy when you come to visit.”

Kon lays back against the bed. “Yeah, but I can fly.” His shirt rides up a little, showing a ribbon of skin just above his waistband. Tim's eyes linger there a moment too long. He sits on the bed, an arms reach away from Kon.

“Not at the moment you can't.” It's true. Kon called him after he sneezed mid-air and flew backwards into a grain silo. He's been grounded since, but this cold hasn't budged. Hence why Tim's here with heavy artillery.

“Ugh,” Kon groans, throwing a hand across his eyes. “I hate this. How can people live like this?”

Human. Kon must feel horribly human, weakened by a common bug. Or perhaps not a common bug, considering its a Kryptonian strain. “It's a good thing I brought supplies then.” He opens his backpack and catalogues each item. Tissues (he insists on the kind that's infused with aloe vera), cold and flu tablets, two bottles of water, a thermos of Alfred's chicken soup, some vaporub, lozenges, and the blue teddy bear. Excellent. He lays it all out on the bed.

Kon props himself up on an elbow, watching. “Tim, you didn't have to…”

No, but he wanted to. That's what friends do, right? They look after each other. And besides, he kind of owes Kon after the tampon incident. “Of course I did. The Kent's are out of town; I didn't want you to be alone.” He knows firsthand how much it sucks to be sick alone.

There's a genuine smile on Kon's face, softer than his usual player grin. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” He picks up the packet of cold and flu tablets, popping the blister packets and catching the pills in his hand.

“Maybe you should go a little easy on those…” But Conner pays him no mind, downing half the pills with a gulp of water. The bob of his Adam’s apple is tantalising to watch. Tim looks away, feeling a flush rising from beneath his collar.

“I'm Kryptonian, it won't affect me that much.”

“Half Kryptonian,” Tim reminds him, “but either way you shouldn't have these in an empty stomach.” He reaches for the thermos and unscrews the lid. He pours the contents into the cap and passes it to Kon. “Alfred made you some soup.”

Kon looks up at him in confusion. “He made me soup?”

He was the one to offer. Alfred's got a soft spot for Kon, ever since he found out about Kon's late night misadventures in the menstrual hygiene aisle. According to the Brit, Conner had proved himself to be “a fine young gentleman”, and was now apparently privy to soup privileges. Which is a big deal in the Wayne household, let it be known.

He takes a cautious sip, then his face lights up. “This is amazing. I love Alfred. I love him so much. He made me soup. He's my grandpa now, I'm adopting him.”

Tim barely holds back a laugh. “I don't think that's how it works, bro.”

“I don't care. I'll marry into the Wayne family if I have to.”

Marry into the… wow. Is this where he pastes a sign on his forehead saying ‘I'm single, marry me’? Perhaps not, it might seem a little desperate. “Cass is out of the question, unless you want to fight Steph to the death. Although, I hear Batcow is single.”

Conner shudders. “I live in the country, Tim. Please don't joke about that.”

Gross. Tim takes the tub of vaporub from the bed and hands it to Kon. “It should help with the congestion,” he explains.

Kon stares at it, but makes no move to open it.

“Let me,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Shirt off.”

Tim unscrews the lid and dips two fingers into jelly. Pungent, it should do the trick to clear the congestion.

He turns back to Kon and pauses. He's seen Kon without his shirt plenty of times, but this is… it's much more intimate this time.

Kon jumps at the first touch. “It's cold.”

“It's the menthol, you'll be fine,” Tim says, keeping his eyes on the task at hand. As if anything could distract him right now. The expanse of toned muscle, hairless tanned skin, keeps his attention like the most vexing puzzle. He wants to lick it. Probably not the best idea for numerous reasons, first and foremost being the horrid taste if the vaporub.

He works the jelly into Kon's skin, massaging gently at his chest. The contrast between his pale, scarred hands, and Kon's golden skin is gorgeous. Gradually, he works his way upward, to Kon's throat. He feels Kon swallow, the bob of his Adam’s apple beneath his finger. His hand stills against Kon's throat, resting there. What would it be like to squeeze it? What sounds would he make?

Conner's eyes are wide, lips parted. “Tim.” His voice is low, tight. It's so hot. “Tim?” he repeats, more concerned this time.

Tim pulls back, clearing his throat. “That should do it.” He wipes off his hand on his jeans, avoiding meeting Kon's gaze.

“What's that?” Kon says, breaking the awkward silence. When Tim finally glances over, he sees Kon pointing at the bear.

He feels himself blush. “Oh, um, I got this for you.” He picks up the soft toy and passes it to Kon. “Kids like to have soft toys when they're sick.”

Kon is in awe of the blue-furred bear. “I've never had one before.”

Oh. Of course Cadmus would never have given the growing Superman clone a toy, but the realisation hits him hard. Kon never had a soft toy before? Shit, he never even had a childhood. And isn't that a little heartbreaking?

Kon stares at the fluffy bear in his hand, thumb absently stroking the fur.

“Well now you do.” Tim tries and fails to read his expression. Is he okay? Was it too much?

He's enveloped in a hug, tight, cutting off his train of thought. “Kon?”

“Sorry.” Kon jerks back. “I-uh, I don't want you to get sick.”

It's sweet, really, but Tim couldn't care less about getting sick right now. He wants Conner's arms around him again. “It's a Kryptonian cold, and oddly enough I have no Kryptonian in me.”

There's a dopey grin spread across Kon's face. Seems like the medicine has started to kick in. “Would you like some?”

Tim nearly chokes on his tongue. “What?” Surely he misheard...

“Would you like some Kryptonian in you?” Conner giggles.

Tim doesn't answer, instead he shoves against Kon's shoulder that's shaking with laughter.

In all honesty, he would. He most certainly would, but that seems like a weird thing to admit to his best friend. But then again, said best friend was the one who brought it up. Having some Kryptonian in him is like, ninety five percent of his fantasy material. But that doesn't matter. Kon is his friend. No matter what happens, no matter his feelings, that is the most important thing. And besides, Kon's obviously too hopped up on whatever was in those cold and flu tablets to actually mean it.

He rolls his eyes at Kon's antics and starts gathering his backpack. It's late, he should head back to Gotham before the sun is up. He stands from the bed and heads over to the window. The floorboards groan with each step, grown unused to being stepped on. “Get some sleep, Kon. Let me know how you're feeling in the morning.”

“Stay,” Kon says with a pout.

God, he wants to. But he needs to get back. If he stays, he's not sure how to stop things from being weird. He opens the window, about to slide though, but Kon halts him with a single word.

“Please?” There's a vulnerability in his plea.

Kon wants him, wants him here. Tim can't bring himself to fight it. His backpack drops to the floor. He kicks off his boots and starts undressing. Down to his T-shirt and boxers, he lays down on the bed beside Kon. “Batman is going to kill me.”

Kon pulls the covers up over them and scoots closer. There's no need to be so close, not really, but it's not like Tim's about to complain.

Spooning Tim's form, he murmurs, “I won't let him.” His arms tighten around Tim's torso. “He'll have to go through me.”

Which, in hindsight, Bruce would be quite capable of. He's got enough fail-safes for dealing with full-blooded Kryptonians; Conner wouldn't be an issue for him. But that's not what matters. Tim and Kon protect one another, look after each other, and the assurance of Kon's words let's an odd emotion wash over him. Safe. He feels safe. Wasn't he supposed to be comforting Kon, not the other way around? Regardless, he basks in it, basks in the warmth of Conner's arms, just like he did that night at the Manor. The reality is so much better than the memory of being held.

“Hey, Kon?” The words escape his lips before he can stop them.

“Mmyeah?” he answers, voice heavy with drowsiness.

“We’re a good team, aren't we? We have each others backs.”

“‘course.”

“And nothing would change that?”

“Never.” Kon's breathing is even against the back of his neck. He seems earnest, even a hair's breadth away from sleep.

But his useless feelings for Kon certainly might. That's the kicker, that's what he's afraid of. It's so dumb. He's so dumb. How could he let this happen? How could he fall for his best friend like this? They're friends, best friends. Maybe they can get through this, get over Tim's inconvenient and rather unhelpful crush, and not lose their friendship in the process. Reassured, Tim turns in Kon's arms to face him. Conner's eyes are closed, lashes heavy on his cheekbone. “Kon?”

Conner doesn't reply.

Good. One day he'll have the guts to say this while Conner's awake. But today is not that day. He steels himself with a deep breath. “I like you. A lot. I want to tell you just how much, but I'm so scared I'll lose you. And I can't. I can't lose you. Not again.” Fuck, he’s such a coward. His eyes burn. “I'm scared to love you, Kon, because it's going to hurt.” He watches Kon's sleeping face, unmarred and so so beautiful, and he just melts. “It already does.”

“S’okay,” Conner mumbles, pulling Tim to his chest. “I'm scared too.”

FIN

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[kdenbibi]

Requested Batfam x Black!Reader hc's

Hope you enjoy babes!!!! -Admin A

As an unofficial member of the batfam you have to have a hell'uva lot of patience to deal with all the headassery that goes on in that household.

You along with Alfred are the mediators, with so many strong personalities there's bound to be clashing and arguments

You're the one they call to shut that shit down

Along with that, you're a sturdy shoulder to lean on for everyone.

With Dick, he likes to keep things upbeat and easy, he's the first to ask if you're okay or cheer you up if the need comes along.

But don't let the charming smile fool ya, even he can have bad days.

That's where you come in ❗❗❗

He doesn't like to worry anyone so he tries to keep to himself but you're not one to play, if somethings wrong you know it

There are days where you relax in silence watching your favorite movies in PJ's, ignoring the world and it's bullshit for a little while.

Or there's days where, despite you having the flexibility of a pencil, let him teach you some basic gymnastic moves.

It's his speciality, and something that connects him to his parents, you know it holds a special place in his heart .

So you wrap up your hair and bare the inevitable soreness you'll be feeling in the morning, if it means he'll have that goofy grin on his face.

As for Jason? You'd think Jason would be harder to read but nah, he wears his feelings on his sleeves if he wants too.

The family is always on edge when you two are together.

One second you're like best friends, the next you're calling him a rat.

They never know

All they know is that much savagery in one room is asking for trouble.

Dick and Damian love when these impromptu roast sessions take place, mostly to watch Jason verbally get his ass handed to him by a tiny black woman

Once and only once, Poor Tim made the mistake of trying to join in,

He only just got the comment on your shoes out his mouth before you and Jay were on him like animals.

"If you don't shut your long hair, Sam Winchester looking ass up-"

"Lookin' like a background character in a low budget anime."

He barely escaped with his life

Some say you can still see the burn marks.

But on a serious note Jason is the one you go to if the world gets too ugly, because he isn't one to sugar coat shit.

If someone gave you shit at work/school and it got to you he'd be the first to know.

"You're strong, you and I both know that, pick yourself back up and give em' hell, because they don't deserve to see you cry."

Tim, bless his heart, isn't very good at acting like a normal human,

You sweet reader, are the one who drags him out of his dark cave of a room and reintroduces him to society.

Kind of.

Let's be real if Tim Drake doesn't want to do something there's not a whole lot you can do to move him

For you though? Yeah he'll get up and go outside.

Even if it's a simple walk in the nearest park

You two will find a bench and just people watch.

"That lady has definitely killed someone."

"Without a doubt, probably did it with something terrifying- like a spoon."

"How is a spoon terrifying???"

"Imagine getting hurt by an object as dull and innocent as a fucking spoon- yeah see? Think about that shit."

You can always rely on Tim for a good, bellyaching laugh.

Most of the time it's not intentional

One morning, as he was turned around you swapped the sugar for salt, wanting to teach him a lesson about his unhealthy habit

You watched on the edge of the stool, ready for the spit take of a lifetime

He downed the entire cup without missing a beat

He couldn't for the life of him understand why you we're laughing so hard.

Our sweet boy Damian took a whopping two weeks to warm up to you once he saw you were there to stay.

Another charity event required his presence standing next to his father as he shook hands with faceless people in glittering clothes.

This particular event brought most of the family along, minus Jason of course because he was legally dead but trust me he didn't mind for this occasion.

You were here as well, Drake's plus one, and you looked to be having as much fun as he was.

The longer the night ticked on, his patience ran thinner as another reporter asked a mind numbing question about his studies, his father had disappeared long ago leaving him to the vultures.

Just as the last composure melted off a soft hand fell on his shoulder.

"Oh there you are Damian, your father wanted me to come get you for an emergency, something to do with cufflinks? I'm not sure anywho, sorry fellas gotta pull this guy away from ya." And with that you'd managed to make the crowd disappear.

Once they were out of earshot he looked up at you.

"There was no emergency was there?"

"I could tell if they didn't bug off there'd be one, a 'Damian-stabs-the-nearest-reporter-with-a-toothpick' kinda emergency."

From that day on damian had a new respect for you, and that only grew.

Damian enjoyed tossing you like a ragdoll on the training map, and hanging out with his interesting line up of pets

So far your favorite was the appropriately named Batcow

Alfred taught you how to make 'real' tea once he seen you spoon four spoonfuls of sugar in one cup of tea.

And one day over this real tea, you asked how he kept a level head with all the crazy he dealt with.

With a graceful smile only Alfred could give, he told you about his exiting life as a younger man and all the shit he experienced back then.

"In short, nothing can surprise me anymore."

With a gentle clink to his tea cup you nodded.

"Cheers to that.

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[iwritethat]

Relationship Headcanons: Damian Wayne

Prompt: Headcanon for being in a relationship with Damian throughout the Reader’s life. Started as friends, doing friend stuff, then falling in love, going on first date, first kiss, growing up together, marriage proposal, wedding, honeymoon, first child, and what the entire Batfamily thinks of their relationship. Finding out his past and meeting Talia.

A/N: I’ve already written child headcanons so I’ll leave that bit.

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Damian Wayne / Robin Relationship Headcanons:

• You met through your relations to the Justice League, having a family member on the team meant you got to meet some pretty important people, including Damian.

• It was a difficult to actually get him to trust you but after originating from the League of Assassins he didn’t really have many friends.

• After getting over the trust issues, you became good friends and started to hang out a lot more.

• Robin had to save you once after you got kidnapped, you honestly thought your relations on the Justice League would reach you first but Robin got there so damn fast you were shocked. “Where’s - Robin? What are you doing here?” “Saving (y/n), you should’ve got here faster.”

• Figuring out the whole Robin thing was kind of easy as when he saved you he called you by name and you recognised his voice and build easily. He was your best friend, what can you say?

• Damian wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he was Robin either, he felt no need to do so and was gonna tell you anyway. “Damian? Is that you?” “Took you long enough (y/n).” “…Yeahhh, definitely you.”

• Asking for some self defence tips after that and he was more than willing to help you, he thought you learning to protect yourself rather than rely on anyone else was quite attractive. Very strict teacher though. Damn.

• You were the closest person to the young hero and as a result you were introduced to all of his pets, Titus, Alfred and of course Batcow.

• You guys basically grew up together so you knew quite a lot about each other. Damian sat you down at some point during your teen years to tell you about his past.

• Of course you listened and he expected you to make a break for it then and there, but you didn’t. Instead you hugged him with a smile on your face. “Thanks for telling me Dami, I’m here if you need anything ok?” “…TT” He was low-key sooo freaking grateful and relieved but he’s not going to show it.

• Damian did love you, as a friend but he wouldn’t mind more. No one has compared to you thus far and honestly what would he do without you?

• As soon as he accepted it and figured out he had in fact developed deeper feelings, he told you about it because he tells you everything.

• You didn’t really know what to say so he gave you some space and let you think about it.

• You were up for it though, and he took you on a date to a very fancy restaurant. He went all out ok? Spared no expense, he brought you flowers and drove home that night.

• He kissed you goodbye as well and that was the first time you two kissed each other, he offered to go at any pace you wanted - as long as you’re happy then he’s doing the whole boyfriend thing right.

• Talia managed to stop by for a visit this one time, granted she was not expecting you to be there - let alone to be in a relationship with her son. She was frustrated with the fact Damian refused to leave Gotham with her because he’s built a family here.

• You dated for a good few years before he proposed to you. He took you to the same restaurant you went to on your first date but he got called out for a mission.

• So, you ended up back at the Manor with Damian coming through the window a while later and proposing to you in his vigilante gear.

• Of course you said yes and you tackled him to floor, kissing him to show how overjoyed you were.

• The Batfam were so pleased with idea, Bruce supported you guys from the beginning with Alfred low-key shipping it so when you told them you were together, you both received hugs from Alfred.

• Dick loved the idea and was like the big brother you never had, any issues with Damian and he’d offer to help you out. Jason didn’t really care but keeping Damian in check earned bonus points with him.

• Tim was still in disbelief but despite how he and Damian didn’t get on very often, he was so glad Damian was happy and found someone like you. Duke was cool with it, and looked out for the both of you.

• Barbara became that supportive older sister who’d put Damian in his place if he ever hurt you. Stephanie still can’t believe Damian got someone as nice as you, seriously how was that even possible. Cass loves the fact you both make one another happy and that you’re both so loyal to each other.

• The wedding was a beautiful but small gathering, you invited members of the League and your closest family members including the whole Bat Family of course.

• For your honeymoon you travelled the world, Damian showed you the most scenic destinations rather than focusing on famous cities because Damian always preferred nature anyway. You had about a week together considering he had to get back to Gotham but it was definitely worth it.

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