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batboysoneshots · 5 days

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Ears

Saw this cute comic on Pinterest and just had to write a one shot for it.

Summary: Little Robin (Dick) wants ears like Batman so he asks Alfred if he could make them.

Dick is 9 he's been Robin for a year.

Third person pov...

Batman and Robin were on their way back to the cave, they had just finished their patrol of the city.

As the Batmoblie zoomed through the dark streets of Gotham little Dick Grayson sat curled up a frown upon his face, Batman's cape over his shoulders like a huge blanket, he had a problem.

He wanted ears. Not actually animal ears no, instead he wants ears for his Robin suit, like Bruce has ears for his Bat suit.

The little boy loved Batman's ears, he loved to play with then when the man put him on his shoulders, and he thought they looked cool.

Pouting in his seat the little boy had a plan, innocent blue eyes light up. 'I'll ask Alfie to make me some'

Eyes swimming with happiness the young boy could not help but grin, next to him Bruce was confused at what made his partner so happy.

As they arrived home Dick flipped out of the car once it stopped, he then ran upstairs forgetting to take off his suit.

he was too excited to tell Alfred about his idea. Bruce watched with a slight chuckle as his son bounded upstairs.

"he'll come back down when he remembers" he says before turning to the Bat computer, he had some files to write up.

Once he came through the secret entrance Dick ran off in search of the Butler.

"Alfie!"

"In here master Dick"

Came Alfreds voice, Dick grins and runs into the lounge, the man was sat on one of the plush one seaters, a small glass filled with whiskey on the coffee table, gentle classical music playing from the record player in the corner of the room.

Dicks face lit up when he saw the man. "Hi Alfie!" Alfred smiles back at the energetic child. "Hello son, what's got you so exited then?" he asks the child, Dick got even more excited he stood next to Alfred bouncing on the feet.

"Alfie can you make me ears!" exclaims Dick, Alfred is confused as he looks at the child in front of him. "What do you mean ears?" he asks, Dick then makes Bat ear shapes on his head.

"Like Bruce has for Batman, could you make some for me please?" he asks the butler, the action causing a laugh to tumble out. Alfred pats the boys' head. "of course, Master Dick" he smiled.

Dick gasps and climbs over the arm of the seat, clambering onto the man's lap, he then wraps his arms around the man hugging him tightly. "Thank you thank you!" he speaks, Alfred hugs the boy back.

A few hours of designing and sewing later. "This is so cool!" exclaims the boy as his twirls around in his yellow cape, now equipped with a yellow hood but with ears. Alfred sits in his chair watching as the boy twirls.

"Thank you, Alfie," says Dick grinning widely at the man, he loved his new ears. Putting away the supplies Alfred answers. "of course, master dick, why don't you go show master Bruce" he tells the excited child.

Dick stops twirling before turning to the old grandfather clock. Eyes wide in remembrance. "Oh yeah I'll go show him!" giggling the 9 year old runs off to the cave to show his dad.

Bruce was drinking his now cold coffee taking a break from the big screen and the files he was almost finished with, suddenly he heard someone coming down the cave stairs. It was Dick.

"Bruce! Bruce looks what Alfred made for me!" he exclaims running towards his mentor, as he turned around Bruce almost spat his coffee out in surprise, his son so to say looked unbelievably adorable with his new appendages.

The white eyes of Bruces mask widened as he saw the ears on his sons' head, Dick twirled so the man could see.

"I look like you now" he said giggling, Bruce took out a small camera he keeps in his belt (he has so much in there) and snaps a picture of the boy.

He smiles. "You look great chum, Alfred did a great job" he praises, the bundle of energy smiles back.

When Alfred came to check on the two, he them sat on the at the Batcomputer, Bruce in his bat suit, typing away at the keyboard.

With his brightly colourful son sat curled up on his lap, part of the black cape tucked around his shoulders, with his ears still on.

The end!

Hope you liked this one shot, I certainly do! As usual sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 816

#batboys #batman #bruce wayne #oneshot #batman fanfiction #dick grayson #family #fluff #father son #dick grayson is robin #dick grayson is a ray of sunshine #batman being a dad #alfred pennyworth #alfred pennyworth is the best

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tilltheendoflime · 2 months

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#DC #dc comics #Robin #dick grayson #richard grayson #dick grayson is robin #sketch #art #traditional art

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ao3statistics · 3 months

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This is self-made. Date: 08.01.2024.

Not very spectacular results if I'm being honest.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available, NOT English only. Includes all fandoms on Ao3 connected to DC, Batman etc.

The sibling tags in the chart above are all metatags.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

Guys... come on... give him a break

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kittymaine · 18 days

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Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Animated) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jokester vs. Batman, Jokester vs. Joker, Jokester & Robin, Batman & Jokester Characters: Jokester, Batman, Robin (DCU), Dick Grayson, Joker (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Earth-3, Mirror Universe, Mirror Universe Crossover, Humor, Mistaken Identity, Heroes, Arch-Nemesis, Improvised weapons, Misunderstandings, Explosions, Child Briefly In Danger, Snark, Team Up, Batmobile, Clowns, Defenestration solves all problems, Dynamic Duo, Optimism, Class Issues, getting shot is not good, the Batcave was decorated by a hyperorganized eight-year-old wasn't it?, Christmas Presents, The Buttlemeister, scentless baby penguin, irrepressible urge to quote Victor Hugo Series: Part 1 of Sideshows Triumphant Summary:

The Jokester has gotten used to his face not being the most reassuring sight in the world, what with the scars, but everyone he meets all of a sudden acting like they think he's some kind of puppy-kicking monster, that's...new.

It's almost a relief when Owlman shows up. The black outfit is also new, but at least here's someone who's supposed to hate him.

#jokester #batman #joker #robin #Bruce Wayne #dick Grayson #dick Grayson is robin #earth 3 #alternate universe #dc multiverse #dcu comics #Jokester meets batman #the Christmas story #fanfiction #fic rec

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morgansunflower · 2 years

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My Sweet Boy

Bruce Wayne X Kent! Reader

Batmom! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language and angst

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Superboy was not Superman's clone nor Lex Luthor's but instead of two who had a deep love for each other. Can this truly unexpected person be what brings them together?

Bruce's P. O. V

I remember seeing Grayson's tears when his parents died. I knew then I would take care of him but the boy.. It was unexpected.. Greatly. I stood next to Superman as both Superboy and Robin talked. They had infiltrated Cadmus Labs, finding him.

"so he's ah clone of both you and.. My sister" Clark said nervously

"do you have a problem with that?" I asked with a glare

"no!.. I'm just saying this is a lot.. I know this is a big deal but.. Maybe we should wait to tell her?"

"I am fully aware of the fact it is much to comprehend" I declared.

It felt wrong to not say anything to her. She is millions of miles away from earth. He needs a father, and he needs a mother... he's a part of me and a part of one whom I have loved for years. He had my hair, and Y/N's eyes. He had her Kryptonian genes, such as heat vision, super-hearing, agility and strength. He has my detective skills. He has my stubborn nature and has Y/N's kindness. That night we went to the Bat-cave. Alfred of course was in shock. As if he'd seen the boy before.

"I am Alfred Pennyworth trusted butler to Batman.. And you are chap?"

"he's my new brother! His name is Superboy but we're giving him a civilian name soon!" Dick exclaimed, while Superboy had a blank expression.

"I see, care to explain in detail Master Bruce?"

"he's a clone, mixed with H/N's and Batman's DNA" I said

"well welcome to the family young man. I will show you to your room"

".. Thanks" he replied

"first, we need to go over the rules" I demand

"boooooring" Dick exclaimed

I take my cowl off "my real name is Bruce Wayne. Only a few people know my secret.. Keep it that way. You are only allowed to leave the premises with my permission not Grayson's"

"hey! I'm responsible!" Grayson defended

"get some sleep. We will discuss things further in the morning"

"fine" he scoffed

"ah mirror image of you, Master Bruce I might say"

Conner's P. O. V

"you'll love Y/N she's so much fun. She's sweet and she is so cool!" my new brother told me

I still feel worried she won't accept me.. Batman or Bruce or.. Dad.. He's different from what I was expecting. I honestly don't know what I was expecting. I can't imagine what she'll think of me. Her brother seems troubled by my presence. Will she hate me?

Y/N's P. O. V

I couldn't believe what I saw with my own eyes. A screen was of a boy. A 16 year, old boy. He had my eyes and Bruce's hair with his brooding expression. What am I going to do? I look at Bruce's worried expression.

"he as both of our DNA. Lex Luther had yours and Amanda Waller had mine. They were going to turn him into a weapon.. But Robin found him with his new team" Bruce said

"well he needs a father.." I said still in disbelief

"he needs a mother too Y/N. I don't want to ask too much of--" I cut him off

"no! I want to... ok Soo maybe I'll get him for one week and you can the next week? Why does this sound like a discussion between two divorced people?" I chuckled awkwardly

"I'd say it's between two friends who wants what's best for their... son"

I turn to see him. His eyes were wide open and expression worried. I can hear his, heart racing.

"hi.. I'm Y/N"

"hi" he replied shyly. "Superboy"

"I'm very glad to meet you.. I hate to say it but, well if you're going to school then I think you should choose your civilian name. You can take Bruce's last name..." he remained silent "so do you like the name, Conner?"

He looks at Bruce he nodded to his son ".. sure" Conner said.

"well great. If you want to, you can come by place anytime"

"you're not staying?" Conner asked with a half-confused half-disappointed tone.

"no.. I'm.. Conner Bat's and I.. We're not in a relationship" that hurt coming out more than I thought it would.

"ohh" he said looking off to the side.

I couldn't make myself look at, Bruce. Days later Grayson invited me over to swim with him and Conner. I swam with the kids as we, played together. Grayson held onto my neck. I hear, movement recognizing the steps and the Heartbeat. I look seeing Bruce in his suit and tie back from work.

"hey B!" Grayson said

"hey.. B" Conner said. It was still so new for him.

"hi Bruce want to come join us for a nice swim?"

"I don't swim" he replied sternly.

"oh c'mon B!" Dick encouraged

I look at Conner and put my finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet. I super-speeded up to Bruce's collar and pull him into the pool. They boys began to laugh together. Bruce swims up and splashes me. I began to laugh as he glared at, me. He then smiled and then laughed

"you're going to regret that, Kent" he playfully threatened

"try me" I replied playfully.

The longer I stayed the harder it was to think of leaving. Eventually night came. We went on patrol together. Afterwards I bid my goodbyes to the boy's. I awkwardly wave goodbye to Bruce and leave. I went into my house taking a deep breath. I can barely hold my feelings back anymore. Conner reminds me of him each time he comes to see me. I can't get away from him. I rest outside on my roof looking up at, the stars. I faintly hear, my name spoken. Bruce?

"I must sound mad for thinking you'll hear me or let alone listen. You healed my trauma even when I pushed you away... You were there for me throughout my life. You are my best friend and.. I am in love with you Y/N"

I flew to Gotham, straight to Wayne Manor. I flew above Bruce. He takes a deep breath and looks up to me.

"I love you too" I said landing onto the ground by him

Dick's P. O. V

Early in the morning, I open Bruce's bedroom door "hey B--" I then see Y/N's head peep up from the covers "Ahhhhhh!!! My EYES!!"

Conner and Alfred run through the hallway with Y/N's parents.

"good gracious child what ever is the matter" Alfred asked me

"don't go in there!" I exclaim.

They each look into Bruce's room. Y/N's cheeks bright red as Bruce tried to keep himself from panicking.

"what the hell?!" her dad exclaimed. "I'm going to shoot you Bruce!"

"Y/N Martha Kent!" her mom scolded. "what are you doing in bed with a boy?!"

"I'M BLIND!!!" I exclaimed

"Ma.. Pa.. Alfred.. boys lovely to see you all" Y/N awkwardly said.

Uncle Clark laughed for an hour straight when we told him.

Conner's P. O. V

Six months later. Robin and I went on patrol together. I had spent hours training with both of my parents this month. Bruce finally trusted me to go out on my own with Robin. I hear movement from several buildings away. I hear the rifle cock. I grab Robin and pull him away from the line of range. I feel the bullet go through my hip

"AHHHH!!!" I yelled out KRYPTONITE!! He was aiming for me. My eyes became red from the severe pain.

"Superboy!!" he shouted scared.

No! No! I don't want to die. I doubled over in pain. Robin kneeled by me.

"Conner!!" Dick exclaimed he touches his intercom "Robin to 833 we we need medevac stat! You're going to be OK big guy!"

I hear mom screaming in pain from the kryptonite that was inside me "save him! You save my boy!" she shouted to the medics who appeared.

......

Y/N's P. O. V

Bruce stepped out the Med-bay room. He looks at me and kisses my cheek

"the Kryptonite is out of sys--" Bruce stammered as Conner began yelling.

We both run into the room Conner's eyes were bright red. I quickly put my hand over his eyes so that it go into me and not the room or anyone else. I held him as he shakes.

"no! No! No! I don't want to go back in!" he shouted

"shhh it's OK Conner, you're safe" I whispered.

His eyes came back to his normal color but his breathing was anywhere but calmed down. He held onto me tightly. Bruce rubs his head.

"it's alright champ. You're going to be OK. You're safe. Where are you? What do you feel?"

"I'm in the Med-bay.." he takes a deep breath "I am hugging mo--Y/N"

"that's right son" I softly said kissing his face.

I gently lay him back down on his bed "you rest" I lift the thick blanket higher across his shoulders and kiss his head

"thanks Mmm---"

"it's OK" I encourage rubbing his head.

"Mom, Dad"

"my sweet boy" I softly smile rubbing his face.

I hear his breath calm down and hear his heart calming to a softer beat as he fell asleep.

Conner's P. O. V

I hear Mom's heart racing with the same pace as Dad. Her feet floated off of the ground with her, palm on her hand and other holding his own. Dad was, knelt down on one knee, with a ring in his other hand.

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

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schrijverr · 4 months

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I'll always be a little insane about early days Dick's Robin and Barbara's Batgirl, especially before B revealed his identity to Barbara

Because for Barbara it is: I trust you, you're my best friend, I share this thing with you that is so unique and I can never share it with anyone else. But I also don't know who you are and if I'm right in trusting you, because it could be anyone under that mask. And you probably know who I am, but you haven't trusted me and you've never said. So I know you're out there, but I don't know where to look for you, or how. Because if I passed you in the streets, I wouldn't know that you're my friend. I wouldn't turn to you to be partners if we're in the same class, even though we're partners in Justice. I know you, but I don't.

And for Dick it is: I trust you, you're my best friend and I share everything with you. There isn't anyone my age who gets what I'm doing like you do. But I also can't tell you why, because despite the fact that I know you, I can't trust you, not really. Because you don't know who I am under here and I don't know how you'll react when you do. I share a school with you, but I can't be your friend. I'm an alien amongst peers, but the one person that gets me, who is my friend, is a stranger here. And it hurts, because you're right there, but I might as well be miles away, even though we're partners in Justice. I know you, but you don't.

Like I'm so emotional about them and I'm trying to capture this vibe in my Growing Pains fic, but I wanna explore this concept for forever

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metukah · 7 months

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Robin (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Good Parent Alfred Pennyworth, POV Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon & Bruce Wayne Friendship, implied pre slash Bruce/Jim Series: Part 1 of Fatherhood (Rewrite Verse) Summary:

Bruce's entire life changes when he goes to the circus one night.

art by @glygriffe

a rewrite of my fic Fatherhood, completed for WIP Big Bang challenge.

updates Tuesdays and Saturdays

#Dick grayson #Bruce wayne #Dick Grayson is robin #dc #fanfic #dc fanfic #good dad bruce wayne #Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne is batman

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suguruslut · 2 months

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“Wait!” Dick was looking at Bruce with hopeful, shining blue eyes when he glanced over his shoulder, fingers picking at each other nervously as he squirmed on the examination table. “Aren’t—Aren’t you gonna kiss it better?”

The time Batman got his booboo kissed, and one time he did the same for Robin

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sparkypantaloons · 2 years

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Robin Ramen

Dick catches hypothermia after an encounter with Mr. Freeze. Good Dad Bruce to the rescue.

For @nbspacegay

When Bruce finds Dick, the kid is dopey with cold. His knees pulled up to his chest, the little yellow cape pulled tight around him, tears frozen to his cheeks.

“Bee.” He forces the word out through chattering teeth and aching jaw. His voice positively miserable. “Bee’zatyou?”

“It’s okay, Robin.” Bruce says gently. He pulls his own cape from his shoulders, wraps it around the eight year old nearly three times he’s so small. Scoops him into his arms. “It’s okay, Robin.” He says again. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

Bruce carries him out of the frozen bank vault, guilt burning in his chest. It mixes with the rage he feels for Freeze. Boils like a white, hot sun, at both of them, for putting in Dick in danger. He wonders if the eight year old can feel the warmth of it, seeping through Bruce’s skin.

He puts the car on autopilot as soon as they reach it. Carefully removes Dick’s now damp uniform, as they speed back to the Manor. It leaves Dick’s skin cool and clammy as it’s peeled away, his usual sunshine gold tan, now a moonlight grey.

“Alfred,” Bruce says into the comm, his voice is gruffer than usual. “Alfred, ETA is seventeen minutes. Potential hypothermia.”

Bruce hears Alfred pause, hears the concern and chastisement and regret in the older man’s single intake of breath and then he says “Of course, sir.” And clicks out of the channel.

“You’re okay, Dickie.” Bruce turns back to Robin. The eight year old is listless and quiet. Eyes glazed as he watches Bruce manoeuvre him into a spare pair of sweatpants and t-shirt to replace the uniform. There’s no sweater for Dick in the car for some reason, so Bruce pulls one of his own hoodies over the kid’s head. It swallows him up almost immediately, comes down to his knees and well past the tips of his fingers. Bruce pulls the hood up, wraps Dick up in Batman’s cape again and then pulls him into his lap. Holds him close.

It doesn’t take them twenty minutes to reach the Cave. Alfred is waiting with blankets and hot chocolate.

“How is he?” He asks, grim faced, as Bruce climbs out of the car with his precious bundle.

“M’okay.” Dick mumbles. He’s still cool to touch, still limp and floppy. Still impossibly small in Bruce’s arms.

Bruce heads towards the med bay, but Alfred’s hand on his arm stops him. “I’ve prepared the drawing room.” He says softly. “Far better perhaps, than a damp cave?”

“Hn.” Bruce grunts, ready to head towards the Cave stairs.

“Let me take him.” Alfred says, blocking Bruce again. “You need to shower, get out of that suit.”

Bruce hesitates, not ready to let Dick out of his sight. Not ready to let his mind start torturing him with the what if’s and could have’s of the evening. Then he nods and gently places the eight year old in Alfred’s arms.

He pushes Dick’s damp hair back from his forehead. His skin still cold and clammy. “I won’t be long, Dickie.” He promises.

Dick murmurs something unintelligible, eyelids fluttering, as Alfred carries him out of the Cave.

Bruce finds them a short while later in the Drawing Room. A tight ball of guilt and worry sticks in his chest. A fire is blazing and Dick is buried beneath a mountain of blankets on the couch. A tuft of black hair poking out over to glassy, blue eyes. Alfred places a hand on Bruce’s shoulder as he leaves, but doesn’t speak.

Bruce takes a breath. “Hey chum.” He says gently, kneeling by the sofa. He runs a hand over Dick’s head, down to the back of his neck. “How’re you feeling?”

“Cold.” Dick slurs. Then he lets out a miserable moan. “M’sorry B.” Hot tears spill onto cool skin. “M’sorry.”

“Hey, hey now.” Bruce coos softly, twisting so his eyes are level with Dick’s. “What are you apologising for?”

“I shouldn’ta let Freeze—uh…” He trails off as a shiver runs through him, another tear slipping down his cheek.

Bruce’s heart hurts, his poor boy. “Hold on, Dickie.” He says quietly, climbing to his feet, picking up the bundle of blankets that his son as he goes. He adjusts the eight year old in his arms, then sits down on the couch. Cuddles the little boy close to his chest. “It’s okay, darling.” He murmurs softly, hands gently rubbing up and down Dick’s back to warm him up. “You didn’t do anything wrong.“

Dick sniffs miserably into Bruce’s shoulder. His cold fingers tucked under Bruce’s chin. “I shouldn’ta got stuck. What if you needed me?”

Bruce takes one of Dick’s hands in his own, presses a kiss to his fingertips. “We need each other chum.” He says gently. “That’s what makes us a team.”

Dick sniffs again, but Bruce can feel him relax a little, beneath all the blankets. He falls into an exhausted sleep.

An hour or so later, Dick stirs. His head popping up from beneath Bruce’s chin. His arms have disappeared into the giant sleeves of Bruce’s hoody and he struggles to get his hands free.

Bruce blinks his own sleep away. Helps the eight year old’s hands escape the enormous jumper. “How’re you feeling,chum?” He asks. The fire is just dying embers now.

Dick is wriggling, trying to escape all of the many, many blankets. “Hungry.” He mumbles.

“Yeah?” Bruce asks, helping the eight year old free himself. “Let’s go see what we can rustle up.”

Dick raises a sceptical eyebrow. “Is Alfred awake?” He asks.

Bruce pouts. “I can make soup, Dick.”

Dick makes a face. “Tell that to the pan you melted last weekend.”

Bruce laughs at that, sitting the eight year old on his hip as he stands from the sofa. “I think Alfred has left us some out. We just need to microwave it.”

Dick nods, leans his head on Bruce’s shoulder, forehead pressed to Bruce’s neck. His skin is warmer now, but still a little cool for Bruce’s liking.

Bruce sits him on the island in the kitchen. Rolls the sleeves of the hoody up five times before Dick can finally use his hands.

Alfred has left out three different kinds of soup, one bowl of porridge and a giant mug of hot chocolate. Each with very clear, detailed instructions on how to warm them up without any major disasters. Bruce reads each option out to Dick, feels his heart hurt as the poor kid listens quietly, still tired and listless.

“Robin Ramen, please.” He says, once Bruce is finished. “And hot chocolate.”

Bruce nods. “One Robin Ramen coming right up.” He says with a flourish. It’s one of Alfred’s own recipes, a twist on the classic ramen recipe, but without a couple of ingredients Dick is allergic to. Bruce pops the bowl in the microwave, punches in the instructions left by the older man.

“Don’t burn it.” Dick warns, though he’s still too tired for his usual cheekiness. He leans his head against Bruce’s chest as they wait for the microwave to ding and Bruce runs his fingers through the eight years old’s hair.

Half a bowl of ramen and nearly all the hot chocolate later, Dick is finally starting to perk up. He has some colour back in his cheeks, though he still looks drained. “Did you get Freeze at least?” He asks, from where he sits at the breakfast bar. His legs swing beneath him.

Bruce shakes his head. “Don’t worry. We’ll get him next time.”

Dick drops his spoon against the bowl with a clatter. He looks miserable. “B you should have got him instead of me. You need to keep Gotham safe.”

“Dickie.” Bruce says seriously, moving to sit next to the eight year old. “The only person I need to keep safe is you. You and Alfred.”

“But—“ Dick begins.

“No.” Bruce says firmly. “If it’s Gotham or you, my choice is always you, chum. Always. What’s the point in saving the city if you’re not here with me to enjoy it, huh?”

Dick looks down into his bowl. Nods silently. “I was scared.” He says eventually. Voice so quiet, Bruce almost doesn’t hear it. “It was so cold.”

“I know, darling.” Bruce says gently. “It’s okay to be scared.”

Dick nods again. Still doesn’t look up. “Can we go to bed now? M’tired.”

Bruce nods. “Of course.” He scoops the eight year old up again, holds him tight. “You wanna stay with me?”

Dick nods into Bruce’s shoulder. Bruce pretends he can’t feel the warm tears soaking through his shirt.

When they reach Bruce’s bedroom, Dick runs and jumps into the giant bed. Bruce tries not to laugh as he goes, he looks like E.T. in the giant hoodie.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with not brushing your teeth any night, other than tonight.” Bruce warns.

Dick flashes him a grin from where he’s already huddled beneath the sheets. “C’mon slow poke, or I’m gonna sleep right in the middle and you’ll have to sleep at the bottom with Ace.”

“I’d like to see you try it.” Bruce says, climbing in beside the eight year old, ignoring the small, evil laugh Dick lets out. “Are you still cold, chum?” He asks.

“A little.” Dick says quietly. He wriggles himself into Bruce’s space.

Bruce reaches over and switches out the light, wraps his arms around the tiny bundle that is Robin.

“G’night, B.” Dick says, voice already slurred with sleep.

“G’night Dickie.” Bruce says and he presses a kiss to Dick’s hair, holds him close to his chest. Safe and warm.

#spbfic #batfam #batfam fic #batfic #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batdad #soft dad bruce wayne #dick grayson is robin #batman and robin

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nightwing-centric · 11 months

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your continental divides

Summary: When running doesn't work and working doesn't work, home is the place you go where they have to take you in. Dick's home has never been Gotham; it's always been the people.

Content Warning: Rape recovery and everything that comes with it

My opinion: so, I’m a sucker for fics that talk about what happened with tarantula. Since dc won’t address it I need the fics to give me the comfort. This is heavy and intense. It is sad, but there is a happy, or at least hopeful, ending. Dick has to learn how to receive the help he needs but he gets there. If you want something long, with hurt/comfort this one is for you!

#dick grayson #bruce wayne #dc #dick grayson fanfic #robin #bruce and dick #dick grayson is robin #nightwing #wally west #batfamily #dick and batfam #dick and jason #dick and Barbara #dick and roy #dick and donna #ao3 recs

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bushidraw · 1 year

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For a lack of better comparison, Batman’s secret identity is like the truth about Santa Claus. Adults know but it’s kept secret from children until they hit a certain age or figure it out on their own.

When Bruce started, Jim figured it out. How could he not ? They were friends, and the caped crusaders was always on his cases. Even so, when Dick Grayson lost his parents and Bruce made him his ward, and suddenly The Bat-Man had a young partner the same age, it wouldn’t have been difficult to connect the dots. Why do you think he kept his mouth shut about the second Batgirl ? He knew he couldn’t stop her anyways.

The Bat-Man, who has at his disposal an arsenal of weapon and top of the art technology only a big fortune could buy, suddenly has a partner the same age as Bruce’s ward, capable of acrobatics prowess only the Flying Grayson were able to pull off. Not only that, but they are being helped by Batwoman and Batgirl, and if one of them looks nothing alike Catherine Kane, the other one looks suspiciously like Betty Kane. And hold and behold, they are among the only members of Bruce’s family ! Later on, another Batgirl joins them, and she appears to have a strong ressemblance with the commissionner’s daughter, who’s friend with both Bruce Wayne and the Bat-Man, now know as Batman.

Not to forget, The Wayne family apparently descend from the people who lived on the lands before Gotham was build… Which were a tribe of people who had a strong connection to bats.

Yeah, they are not fooling anyone.

Except children who really wants to believe in the myth that is the Bat-Family, because how could they understand the weight of the world often depends of mere mortals who dedicated their life to helping others until they die ? How do you explain to a child the system failed so badly, billions of people depends of a couple of individual to save them when that’s supposed to be the police’s job ?

#batman #bruce wayne #dc comics #robin #dick grayson is robin #dick grayson #batgirl #barbara gordon #betty kane #batwoman #catherine kane #jim gordon

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ghostly-melody · 1 year

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OWO WHATZ DIZ???

Dick grayson the sean kid my beloved,,,,

Hes just so silly look at him. Catboy Friday really popped off today!

#my art #dc fanart #dc #fanart #dc comcis #batman #batfam #teen titans #dick grayson #batman and robin #dc robin #Dick grayson is robin #casual titans #sean core #sparkle dog #trans artist

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tilltheendoflime · 2 months

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Imagine Wallys surprise when Dick did the whole identity reveal and Dick runs around with a big grun the entire time freaking everyone else out.

I bet Wally was super skittish the first few days after and booked it when ever Robin entered the room making everyone think they had a falling out.

#wally west #dick grayson #dick grayson is robin #robin #kid flash #the flash #wallace west #richard grayson #dc #young justice #sketch #traditional art #art

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arunneronthird · 2 months

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he will use every chance he gets to be a drama queen and if he doesnt have one he will create one

#i wrote the idea for this drawing down at like 3am #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #red hood #robin #nightwing #batman #dc comics #ladies. gentlemen. you have eaten well.#my art

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kittymaine · 19 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Teen Titans (Comics), Titans (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Characters: Dick Grayson, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Mary Grayson, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Unconventional Soulmates, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Fluff and Humor, at least that's what it was supposed to be, then i added in some, Angst, Light Angst, and also a side of, Feels, Pining, Mutual Pining, just a forewarning, all the characters' characterizations are silver age, bruce especially, Silver Age, because they were emoTIONALLY OPEN BACK THEN, AND I WANNA BRING THAT BACK, Dick Grayson is Robin, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Romani Dick Grayson, Dialogue Heavy, not plot as in "plot", but plenty of emotional plot, A Loving Tribute To Dick Grayson's Ass, (and also hella angst about his individual personality and relationships and stuff), (but you don't wanna hear about that do you?), Dick Grayson-centric Summary:

Talking over Bruce's attempts to desperately stop the unwanted laughter, Dick said, "I don't really understand what my soulmark means. It doesn't have any hints about their identity, so I just memorized the words instead."

Bruce fought for control and took a deep, sobering breath. “Whoever your soulmate is, I can’t decide whether I hate them already or need you to meet them.”

“Need me to meet them?”

Bruce chuckled—he chuckled—and said, “Dick. I have a feeling the two of you are going to be a particularly troublesome pair of best friends.”

#birdflash #dick/wally #dick Grayson #wally West #dick Grayson is robin #wally West is kid flash #soulmate au #soulmark au #a whole fic dedicated to dicks ass #fanfiction #fic rec

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