#I want to know what each of their versions of a brucie wayne would be

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Yes, yes, we all know Dick would do it, so out of these four…

#as adults mind you #I want to know what each of their versions of a brucie wayne would be #because I think it’d be hilarious #even if I have my doubts that they could pull it off #but that makes them potentially being successful even better #they all could be successful really #I think they would just all make it everyone’s problem #brucie wayne #himbo bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #polls #batkids #batfam

[dcxdpdabbles]

In the cave boy fic, I hope Danny has to end up fighting against reanimated hot dogs (I blame the Joker) and when asked why he can fight off reanimated meat. he comments that that's a normal Tuesday in his house as his mom and dad end up reanimating dinner at least once a week, and honestly being here is the longest time he spent without having to fight against reanimated food. He loves his parents but they really need to practice better lab safety or at least stop putting the ectoplasm samples in the same fridge with the food.

This is also adjusted to the cave boy storyline before he takes out the Joker.

One morning, Brucie wakes up and decides to cook everyone breakfast since the night previous was rough for the crime fighters. Almost everyone had gotten injured in one of Riddler's games, nothing life-threatening, but they would be sore and in some cases, in casts for some time. Alfred had been the one to patch the heroes up, so even the aged butler had a rough time.

Bruice had woken before anyone, quickly frying up some sausages, making various versions of eggs (boiled, scrambled, fried, over-easy, omelets) spread out on the table for them to pick which lond they wanted. He made some oatmeal and cut up various fruit in a pretty arrangement of swans.

When the family finally dragged their tired bodies down to the table, they were all greeted by the sight of Alfred being utterly flabbergasted by the spread Bruice proudly presented. Bruicie happily has them take a seat, gathering a plate for them- not before forcing Alfred to sit at the head of the table and make Bruce move to the seat usually reserved for the Lady of the house- and cheerfully place a plate before him.

Everyone was giving each other unsure looks or staring at the plates in wonder. Even Bruce.

Because if there was one thing that was another consent in all the multiverse it was that Bruce Wayne can not cook. The closest any variate has even gotten was burned beyond recognition ash.

Yet here was an entire spread that while not the meal of kings still looked rather taste and some may even say artsty.

"Don't just sit there. Dig in!" Brucie laughs. His hair bounces around his face in an adorable helo, and the family can only stare.

"How did you do this? Is it laced with something?" Tim's voice is heavy with suspicion, which would have been an overreaction if everyone wasn't feeling the same way.

"What? No, It's just eggs, sausage and fruit. With some presentation, I guess, but this isn't hard to make," Brucie says with a hint of defensiveness. "I worked really hard on it."

"We all appricate it Brucie." Dick speaks up leveling the table with a hard look "And we will eat it no matter the taste."

Ah, that must be it. It may look editable, but indeed it would taste terrible. In fact, they wouldn't put it past a version of Bruce Wayne to cause them all to cling to a toilet with his cooking.

Knowing it best to get it over with, the Bats pick up a utensil and carefully cut a bite of eggs or sausage. They hesitate for a moment- Brucie digs in, chewing loudly and quickly through his omelet-throwing. Each other looks to wish them luck, and in one symmetrical movement, everyone eats.

It's...heavenly. It tastes as good as Alfred's food, which they thought no one could match. Before they know it, they fill their plates and go for seconds, not long afterward.

Alfred is all but glowing with paternal pride by the end.

"Young Master Brucie, I had no idea you knew how to cook and so wonderfully as well!" Aldred compliments

Brucie looks up, one piece of sausage dangling from his mouth, reminding them he had no table manners. How in the world does Alfred of his world allow that? They would never know.

Brucie swallows before grinning widely. "Thanks. I love cooking when it's not attacking me."

What?

"Come again?" Bruce asks, blinking slowly as Brucie launches into tale after tale about his food reanimating and creating armies in the family fridge to fight for their freedoms. Or just eating as quickly as possible to prevent the food from coming to life.

He jokingly points at the plate with the sausage. "We better hurry before they develop eyes."

He then just goes back to eating like nothing and the rest of the table is left horrified. Eventually, Brucie excuses himself to go watch a mind-numbing movie- because he doesn't do anything- and they rush the food down to the cave for tests.

They all panic until the results come back like usual, and they realize that he is likely just joking. They all feel bad for doubting him, all but Tim and Cass, who knew Brucie had not lied or joked.

His food honestly did come to life in his old world. They just don't know what to do with that information.

Why did Bruce have to be weird in all universes?

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Cave Boy Au #Danny can cook...when his parents don't contaminate it. #The bats don't know what to do with a Bruce that can cook #They thought he was trying to poison then.

[quindread]

Constanstine starts acting sober on important missions/meetings for the JLD; he has a sanity-potion dealer

Zatanna reports this odd behavior to Batman, they interrogate him when his veins are swamped with alcohol.

C: … I-I know what yer doin’ [hiccups]

Z: We care for your well-being. You have bouts of sobriety that you seem to have control over.

B: Are you on something new?

C: M’yeah… is called a pwoz—piss—poise! Poise potion, yeah das it!

B: And who makes this “Poise” potion?

C: My dealah, my busniz. G’way! [stumbles out the door]

Z: … That went as well as expected.

Sober Constantine is actually more reasonable. Batman catches him after a meeting.

B: [observes his brushed hair and very high-quality, new trench coat] You’re sober… Congratulations?

C: Uhuh. Did you need something? I have some business elsewhere.

B: With your dealer?

C: [affronted] Wha—Who in their right bloody mind would dare call Celest that?

B: You did.

C: ….

B: Who’s Celest?

C: Oh, fuck me!

Constantine gives him an address - it’s in Milan, Lombardy (Region of Italy). He specifically instructs him to come as a civ along with Red Hood and Robin with the threat that he will erase their memories if they so much as go into detective mode.

Bruce Wayne and his two wayward children enters the teahouse and is led by the hostess to a private room. They are served with tea and light snacks that they know even Alfred would more than approve of.

A door opens - they didn’t even know it was one with the way the molding blends into each other seamlessly. And out came one of the most enchanting woman Bruce has ever seen. He’s seen his fair share of attractive females but he has never been star-struck like he should be - as if he were back to his pre-pubescent days.

M: Constantine said you’d be here.

B: [realizes that this person was Constantine’s dealer and was 100% magic] You’re his dealer?

*Jason and Damian who saw the look on their dad’s face snicker at his opening line*

M: [raises and elegant eyebrow at Bruce] And you must be his work associates?

J: Something like that, lady. I’m Jason, kid’s Damian, and the one who can’t stop staring at you is our Dad, Bruce.

*Bruce grumbles and Marinette smirks*

M: I’m Marinette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

D: [gestures at Bruce] Pleasure is all his, Marinette.

B: [red at the ears] Their Grandfather thought them better, I swear.

M: Mhmm. I guess he didn’t teach them how to not die then?

The guys: ….

Jason gets a more potent version of the potion Constantine consumes - it’s a prescription that he has to come for every month. Damian gets a charm; ear cuffs because he does whatever her wants, a spontaneous orbital piercing is nothing. And Bruce gets Mari’s number.

(Tim also gets forwarded in his fave fashion label’s waitlist from the near thousands to the fourteenth - his first consultation coincides with Jason’s next appointment.)

AN: Some posts/fics call Mari Celestial Guardian. Idk where and when that happened - I have abandoned canon a long time ago. These are all pulled from my days in the maribat blackhole (still kinda stuck there). I basically pulled this out of my archives so they at least get the chance to see the daylight.

Addressing Brucinette: I have a whole re-written MLB plot in my archives where everything is more brutal and the miraculous aren’t actual pieces of accessories. Like there’s an initiation to the order and stuff like that. I normally don’t enjoy aging up characters in crossovers but Brucinette just works. I have a secretary AU somewhere (it’s tragic and I’m considering scrapping it if I find it). And I also have deep-rooted issues that wants me to write Good!Dad Bruce who has Mari breathing down his neck when he so much as raises his voice at his children (Muminette/Mominette is another breed scary). And those tropes where Mari sees right through Brucie? Has a second sense for the when the batkids are in/causes trouble? Love those. I WILL FIGHT FOR THIS SHIP. (Jk people are free to dislike this. I get it.)

#mlb x dc #john constantine #batkids #bruce wayne #justice league dark #maribat

[come-along-pond]

notes: My second box for the @occreatorexchange prompt bingo. This is my first full published smut so uh, please be kind. We can thank @curious-kittens-ocs, @astarionbae and @endless-oc-creations for dealing with my complaining and begging for peer review.

warnings: NSFW. Swearing, kissing, fingering, p in v, no protection, kitchen sex, titty sucking, edging, scratching and leaving marks. Bruce says 'good girl' because I'm a slut. IF YOU HATE THE WORD TITS DON’T READ.

Isabella Wayne (OC) x Bruce Wayne: MaleDom

AO3 VERSION

“Harls I love you, I do, but I can not listen to the same story for the fifth time,” Isabella Wayne is standing outside her apartment, keys in one hand, her mobile in the other, pressed to her ear. Harley had been talking her ear off nonstop ever since she’d left the Grocery Store - ‘Gotham’s a scary place Izzie, you gotta stay safe’, she didn’t realise the irony in that.

Bella pushes open her door, not expecting to see the lights already on, she has a moment of panic before she sees a familiar silhouette leaning on her kitchen counter. 

She doesn’t acknowledge him, merely continuing to listen to the woman on the other side of the phone, and placing her shopping bag on the kitchen island, she starts to unpack and places two wine bottles down, the figure picks one up and inspects it, almost disgusted by the cheap alcohol.

“As entertaining as you are darling, I’m going to go drown myself in the bath with a bottle of wine,”

“You’re so rich,” she can feel Harley’s eye roll. 

“Bye,” Isabella sings her farewells and hangs up, placing her phone on the counter, “I thought you of all people would be against breaking and entering,”

“I didn’t break anything, just entered,” Isabella’s husband shrugs “Who was that,” he gestures to her phone

“Oh don’t be jealous Brucie, she’s just a friend,” Bella winks and Bruce sighs

“Isabella-“

“You keep enough tabs on me Bruce, you could find out very easily,” she grumbles, opening the fridge to put away her small carton of milk.

“I thought maybe I’d give you a chance to be honest for once,” that stung, he knew it did and Bella turns away from him.

“Am I not allowed friends? Am I supposed to be imprisoned in my apartment, only seeing you and business associates, you don’t even look at me properly anymore,”

“I do,” he says firmly, but there’s something underlying like it’s something to be ashamed of “I’m sorry…” This happened a lot, he’d come over, and they’d bite at each other until someone cracked Bella sighs and joins him by the counter, crossing her arms and mirroring his position.

A moment passes, then another.

“It was Harley,”

“I know,” of course he did

“Why are you here Bruce?” Isabella asks, she looks up at the taller man, his jaw was as sharp as ever, but his stubble had grown past his old limit. 

It takes him a minute to respond, battling with his thoughts, he tries to remember Isabella before Belle Reve, her kind eyes and calm demeanour, they were honest with each other then, or so he thought.

“I missed you,” he admits, placing his palms behind him.

“Me too,” she says quietly, looking right up at him, she places her hand on top of his and finally he turns to look at her, to properly look at her.

He isn’t sure how to feel about what he finds: she was still her with long blonde hair and determined brown eyes. She was still her.

He thinks maybe his life would be easier if she wasn’t. 

“I still love you,”

“I know, me too,” with her response, Bruce cups his wife’s cheeks and pulls her in for a kiss. She responds instantly, moaning when he spins her around and pushes her against the kitchen island, his hands slip down her back and into her jeans, grabbing at the flesh of her ass while she grabs his arms for support.

“Bedroom?” she asks breathlessly, god he’d barely touched her and she needed him, in her defence, it’d been over a year since they’d been together.

Bruce pulls back, and looks her in the eyes “Are you sure?” she nods “Words sweetheart,”

“Fuck. Yes, yes I want this,” she breaths out and Bruce smirks, hoisting her up onto the counter, she grins into his neck, peppering kisses down it, she kicks off her heels and nudges his leg “Shoes, Bruce,” he reluctantly sighs, but pauses to slip out of them “You’re not running my flooring,” she says casually while slipping off her shirt.

“You’re so dramatic,” he kisses her again, nibbling at her lip while his large hands grope at her tits through her bra, As Isabella moans, her own hands run down to unbutton her jeans, but he stops her, grabbing her hands tightly “My job,” Bella grins and removes her hands, placing them on the counter behind her

“Want me to lay back as well?” she teases, but Bruce merely pushes her down, causing her to laugh he unzips her trousers and gently instructs her to lift herself up so he can shimmy them down, she complies and hears the gentle thud of the denim on the ground.

She was exposed now, her dark blue underwear on show for him to see, and his hands run down her thighs “Is this the set I bought you?” When Isabella goes to remind him that there was a point in her life where she exclusively wore underwear from him, she feels him swipe between her folds, collecting what had leaked through already, she thanks god he doesn't comment on how quickly he got her worked up. It takes him a while to move up her legs, massaging her ankles, and bringing his lips to her knees, slowly kissing up her thigh.

“Bruce..” she moans out

“Mhm?” he continues his actions, leaving a light hickey on her thigh

“Touch something…please,” she’s breathless, feeling her slick pool in her underwear

“I’ve got to warm you up darling,” he squeezes her thighs, one hand reaches up to her bra and slips under it, squeezing her right boob, causing her to sigh in relief, the other hand easily slips off her underwear, leaving her almost fully exposed. He gently cups her whilst his right thumb flicks at her breast, Bella gasps sharply, but it quickly turns into a moan when he starts to slowly circle her clit.

“Bruce please,” she groans, she felt like she was on fire, her slick was starting to get uncomfortable, and she just needed something, some friction. Thankfully, Bruce listens to her, and his middle finger slips inside her, slowly moving in and out.

“God you’re still so tight,” he picks up the pace, and Isabella arches her back

“More,” she moans out

“Have you forgotten who’s in charge here?” he says sharply, pulling his finger out, leaving her empty again, Bella wants to kick him, but she sits up, his hands both on her thighs.

“Please,” she adds, he smirks, and soon she’s back lying on the table, two fingers now inside her, slowly speeding up.

“Good girl,” he praises, and she lets out a damn near pornographic moan “Gonna take me so well later,” she starts to babble, mixing his name in with’ pleases’ while his thumb continues to circle her sensitive nub.

“Fuck..Fuck, fuck!” She’s close, she moans loudly, arching her back, her core tightens and she wants to both squirm away from Bruce and force him to go faster, leaving her a screaming mess. She feels it near and then…

Nothing.

He’d pulled his fingers out and left her just on the edge of her release. 

“Oh you ass,” she sighs, breathing heavily, Bruce grabs her calves roughly, pulling her down the island before leaning over her so they’re face to face.

“What was that?” he asks, hiding a smirk

“Asshole,” she says boldly and he lets out a breathy laugh, his hand finding her core again, fingers filling her suddenly. 

“Fuck!” he doesn’t give her time to warm up this time, moving in and out with two fingers and with such a speed Bella can hardly compute it, all she can do is swear loudly. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, putting them above her head whilst her legs pull Bruce closer as she nears her end again “I’m close…don’t, don’t you dare-” she’s so nearly there, her heels digging into Bruce’s back, she can see his hard-on but knows he has the self-control not to take her right there, god she hated that right now.

Again, his hands leave her just as she nearly falls over the edge, tears are forming now, but god she loved it, he knew she did. 

Isabella doesn’t say anything, only putting her hand down, gesturing for Bruce to hold it, he does and she squeezes it tightly “You okay?” he asks, and she just lets out a breathy giggle.

“If you let me cum I’ll be much better,” 

He tuts softly “C’mon, sit up,” she does as she’s told and he scoops her up in his arms, she screeches and grabs on behind his neck, giggling as he carries her to the bedroom. 

The apartment had been nearly abandoned since Isabella had moved in with Bruce all those years ago, it was used as an office for her, somewhere to go when the Cabin was too far away, and she needed a break from work. Now, it’s become her permanent residence again, she’d been picked up from Bella Reve in a simple Range Rover and driven here, not to her home with Bruce, to a dusty apartment with no one to speak to. 

Slowly, Bella had started to redecorate, and the bedroom hadn’t been touched yet, with cream walls and a collection of musky-smelling candles on her dresser. 

Bruce lays his wife down on her bed, hovering over her to press soft kisses to her lips, he was gentler now, and Bella couldn’t help but wonder if the guilt of leaving her had kicked in, she really wasn’t good at not being sad these days, and that still applied during sex apparently.

She runs her fingers through his hair and he starts to kiss down her jaw, he bites at her neck and she moans, scratching at his scalp. That got his attention and he pulled back, lifting his tight black t-shirt over his head, revealing his abs.

Isabella shamelessly checks him out, biting her lip and grinning, she sits up and grabs the back of his head, connecting their lips suddenly and pulling him back down with her, her hands roaming over his chest, this makes him moan and she smiles into the kiss, her hands reaching his belt and undoing it. He lets her do it, his own hands moving to her back, unhooking her bra, his lips unlock with hers and starts to suck at her left boob, whilst his right hand fondles the other one, his left-hand sneaks down to her opening, collecting the slick once again. He inserts his fingers for the fourth time, this time moving slowly to match his pace on her tits.

It doesn’t take long to get Bella to the edge again, he’d worked her up so much - denying her an orgasm twice, and looking far too hot while doing it. She tries not to show that she’s about to cum this time, but her moans become more high pitched and her grip on his hair tightens. Bruce slithers up her next, whispering in her ear

“Come on baby, let go,” that does it, her walls clench around his fingers and she pulls at his hair.

“Bruce..oh fuck!” she screams and her juices flood the bed, god it felt so good, he continues through it letting her ride her high.

Slowly, he removes himself from her and she complains at the lack of closeness, he kisses her softly before standing up and slipping off his slacks, then his boxers, Isabella watches his dick spring up, pre cum smeared over the tip, and she moans at the sight of it. It was as mouth-watering as she remembered, with a thick girth and decent length, her core clenches just at the sight of it. Bruce gets back on the bed, he kisses her again, and she chases his lips.

“You ready?” he checks and she nods “Wo-”

“Yes,” she doesn’t need him to finish the sentence “Fuck, please,” he smirks and pumps himself slowly, groaning at the feeling of his own hand, oh how he often imagined her manicured fingers around him instead of his own, how he remembered the tightening of her cunt around him. 

Bruce slowly lowers himself down and inserts himself into Bella, she gasps ever so slightly, letting out a shaky hum and Bruce joins her.

“Taking me so well, fuck,” he bottoms out after the slow process, Bella lets him stay there for a moment as both of them relish in the tight stretch of her “Missed you,” he whispers into her ear and she shivers “so much, god,” his hips buck involuntarily and she gasps.

“You can move,” she greenlights and he pulls back before sharply re-entering, both gasp and slowly he picks up his pace, the bed shakes as he grunts

“Fuck…So perfect,” 

Isabella grabs onto his biceps, her nails digging into the skin, the pain edges him on and Bruce keeps up the rough pace, his own grunts of pleasure mixing with Bella’s moans “Faster. Oh fuck, shit,” she feels the rope tighten in her stomach again, and she screams out “I’m close!”

“Just a little bit longer, come on, you can take it,” Bruce watches her tits jiggle with each of his thrusts “Come on,”

“I can’t-” she scratches down his arms “Gotta cum,” the pressure is too much, he’s so big, she’s so full “Please Bruce, let me - please, oh shit,”

“Let go, darling, come on,” with that, the dam breaks, and again, Bella moans loudly, arching her back, her hips jerk with the sensation and Bruce continues his thrusting, he tucks her hair behind her ear, kissing her as his own pleasure builds, her walls trying to milk him dry “Can I- shit,” he groans and Bella recognises the signs, her fingernails scratch at his scalp

“You can cum inside,” she explains and that's what makes him let go, his cum coating her walls. He rides out his own release and Bella continues to moan. Finally, he collapses on her, the heavyweight comforting.

Both lay there breathless for a few minutes, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions they’d both felt. Bella feels her eyes slip shut, and Bruce slowly stands up, his cock exiting her, she groans at the emptiness, and crosses her legs.

Bruce stands up and starts to walk away from the bed, Isabella looks up, just seeing his backside as he puts on his boxers.

“Don’t leave,” she says panicked, tears in her eyes, he looks almost offended but remembers the post bliss, vulnerable state she’s in and leans down to kiss her temple.

“I’m just getting a cloth sweetheart,” he reassures, and when he returns from the en-suite, he cleans her up, ending the night with her in his arms.

#bruce wayne smut #batfleck smut #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman smut #batman x oc #batman fanfiction #dceu fanfiction #oc: isabella wayne #ocx bingo #ocappreciation #ocapp #ochub #allaboutocs #my writing

[howtheworldcouldb]

AU where someone figures out Bruce Wayne's secret identity, except it's not Batman. It's Matches Malone.

Imagine, there's a small time criminal mildly involved in the Gotham crime scene. Maybe some theft, a light fraud or two. One day a buddy of their calls them, talking about this guy they want them to meet, great guy, gonna come in real handy on his next job, but he wants their opinion of him. Meet him at the bar on 12th, have a drink or two, get a feel for the guy.

So they go and they meet their friend and they get a look at the guy he's meeting with and ah. Huh. That is. That is clearly Gotham's most well-known eligible bachelor in sunglasses and a fake mustache. Their friend and everyone else in the bar is absolutely oblivious, and the Small Time Criminal is absolutely baffled because How. How did you not clock this man immediately.

They have to get more information on this. They just have to.

They befriend Matches, of course. Every opportunity to pass by each other, they take. He's on a job? So is Small Time Criminal. Looking for information on the newest shipment coming through the harbor? Conveniently has all the latest news. Bruce thinks his brilliant disguise has gotten him a new, hapless informant. Small Time Criminal is wondering how many meetings they can schedule during Wayne galas before he catches on.

Turns out Bruce just starts inviting Small Time Criminal to the galas instead. They're losing their mind but hey at least they can just chill in the corner with the kids and avoid the whole... whatever demon possession is happening over there with Brucie Wayne. They knew the man was at least slightly stupid but after the third secret mob boss he drunkenly stumbles into, they think they might have underestimated just how stupid. The little dark haired kid they befriended starts uncontrollably laughing when they mention it to him. The butler near them looks a little too long-suffering for a staff member in full view of their boss, but STC thinks they would too if they worked for this guy.

Alfred and Dick figure out eventually that Small Time Criminal knows something, and Small Time Criminal thinks that they've gotta be in the know. Except they have wildly different versions of what "the know" is. It's really fucking hard to figure out if you're dancing around the bat-shaped thing or the mustache-shaped thing when you're both speaking in code. Also hiding a secret life of crime and a secret life of crime-fighting is... surprisingly similar.

“So, he’s like a small-time criminal on weekends?”

“Well,” baby Dick Grayson says, thinking to another, very different alter ego, “I wouldn’t exactly say small—“

#batman #dccomics #dc robin #detective comics #dc comics #dcu #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #matches malone #it's a stupid fucking disguise and that needs to be acknowledged #batman oc #dc oc #batman au #alternate universe #fic concept #au concepts #batman alternate universe #concept: they fall in love #nightwing #richard grayson #dick grayson #original post

[verymuchimmortalcat]

As You Were Once

For Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 14: De-aged

ao3

@maribat-bdbwm

Marinette was waiting at the airport for her dad, Cass, Damian, Tim and Steph. Lucius had said that there were some important things to handle in the Paris branch of WE and had insisted upon Bruce dealing with it himself. Then the others wanted to join him, leaving Dick as Batman for the week, Signal, Red Hood, Oracle and the Birds of prey to protect Gotham. Alfred had decided to go on a vacation when most of the Manor's occupants were coming to Paris and Duke would be staying with Jason for the next week. 

The five of them had promised that they wouldn't interfere in case of an akuma attack. Though Marinette was sure that they weren't going to sit back if they decided their help was needed. But hopefully they wouldn't deal with anything too severe this week. 

She waves as she spots her siblings, all of them with the exception of Steph trying not to draw attention to themselves. 

“B’s still getting everything sorted at customs and immigration,” Tim informs her once she’s finished hugging all of them.

She frowns, “was there a problem with something?”

“He’s keeping up his cover,” Damian states.

“He’s being unnaturally friendly to someone he hasn’t done a background check on,” Steph says.

“It was starting to get creepy,” Cass adds.

Marinette probably would have run away too. Galas were one thing, everyone there had been through an extensive background check but the whole Brucie Wayne act in front of people he knew absolutely nothing about was a completely different level of strange.

Their conversation turns to everything she’s missed since their last conversation. She gets a very detailed update on Damian’s pets 

They weren't waiting long before they were joined by B. Though he had to leave almost immediately to WE apparently whatever he had come for had been more urgent than they had realised. 

Once her dad is gone the five of them head to the bakery, while there wasn't space for everyone to stay at the bakery, all of them had wanted to spend time with the Dupain-Chengs. 

.oOo.

They're all at the bakery when the screaming starts. All of them immediately jump up but before any of them can join her she stops them and tells them to cover for her. Tom and Sabine don't know her identity and her siblings can't risk theirs over what’s probably a simple akuma attack. 

Promising them she'll call if she needs help she transforms and heads in the direction of the akuma. Adrien's already there but the others aren't supposed to transform unless needed. It's pretty close to WE. Marinette hopes her father actually remembered his promise and didn't become a target. 

She stops to rescue a larger number of children then she'd normally have to. Why are there so many children outside during an akuma attack?

It's only when she stops in front of a boy who appears to be about seven who looks exactly like the photos Alfred has of her father at that age does she figure out what the akuma's powers are. 

De aging. 

Marinette asks him anyway, there is always the possibility that a random Parisian child looks exactly like a seven-year-old version of her father.

It is not a random Parisian child. Marinette is the holder of the miraculous of good luck, you really would think she’d have better luck.

She crouches down so that she’s at his eye level, “I’m going to take you somewhere safe. Is that ok with you?”

He looks unsure but he nods. Picking him up, she swings back to the bakery as fast as possible. She calls Nino, Alya and Kagami and tells them there's a family emergency and to take care of the akuma and to bring it to her so she could purify it. 

Landing in an alleyway near the bakery, she de-transforms. She doesn't bother with telling him to keep her identity a secret. He already knows in the future and he's definitely not going to talk to someone who doesn't already know who she is.  

Holding his hand she leads him to the bakery. She tells Damian to get the others up and takes her dad (wow, is it strange to think of an approximately seven year old as her dad) to the living room.

She tells Tikki to give tiny Bruce something to occupy his time while she and her siblings figure something out. As they all join her upstairs, she sees as each of them realise what's happened and go from shock to laughter. 

"He doesn't remember anything. The others are taking care of the akuma. Figured you’d need help taking care of him," she says before Tim can ask. 

"Hasn't happened yet," Cass states. 

The laughter from a few seconds ago is gone. They all know what she's talking about. This Bruce Wayne hasn't lost his parents. 

This Bruce Wayne also seems to be glaring at them, he also looks scared. She can’t blame him, he wasn’t offered much of an explanation before she brought him here.

"Where are my parents?” he demands, “The girl who brought me here obviously seems to be some kind of superhero. Who are the rest of you?"

None of them look shocked that he knows that she’s Ladybug but none of them are dwelling on that. He asked for his parents what could they even tell him? They obviously can't tell him his parents are dead but they also know it wouldn't be fair to lie to him. 

"Would you like to talk to Alfred?" Tim asks suddenly. They all sigh in relief when he nods. 

Marinette calls Alfred but doesn't hand the phone to tiny Bruce immediately, it would definitely be more painful for Alfred than any of them to deal with him in this state. 

As soon as he picks up, Marinette starts speaking, "there was an akuma and dad became small and he's asking for his parents and we offered to call you instead."

Alfred being Alfred remains calm and asks her to hand the phone to tiny Bruce. All of them are staring at him as he talks to Alfred over the phone. Even though they can hear only one side of the conversation, tiny Bruce seems to calm down. 

Once he ends the call, he hands the phone back to her and says, "Alfred says that some kind of magic made me small and that all of you are very important to me when I become big."

"You're strangely adorable," Steph says. 

He frowns at that and he’s never before looked more like Damian.

“So, what do you like to do when you're bored?” Marinette asks, bending down in front of him and they all watch as one of the world’s greatest heroes rambles on about something his mom showed him last week.

.oOo.

This is the most they’ve ever heard Bruce talk about his parents and Alfred. They’re all listening intently about the woman who was their grandmother right now. Neither of them want to ask for more information. It wouldn't make sense to not know his parents if they were close to him. Alfred mentioned once that Marinette looks startlingly similar to Martha Wayne, Tim wonders if B’s picked up on it yet. Even if he has, Tim supposes, there wouldn’t be any reason for him to dwell on it as far as the Bruce in front of them is concerned his parents are alive and well.

They’ve all snuck pictures of him talking animatedly, he’s too carefree to notice, has no reason not to be. He’s already sent a few to Alfred and the others and immediately switched off notifications. Marinette and Damian do it too when their phones start blowing up, Steph’s just ignoring it and still taking photos and Cass is spamming them back. 

He goes back to watching Bruce talk without the weight he’s been carrying in all the time Tim’s known him.

.oOo.

It's strange, Cass thinks, to see him like this. The closest he's ever been to this relaxed is when all of them are at the manor for something other than a gala or bat business. 

She's alternating between listening to Bruce and tormenting her brothers who stayed back in Gotham. She’s sure if patrol wasn’t starting soon, they would’ve been here already for varying reasons.

She wonders if he’ll remember any of this when he comes back to normal, she’ll have to ask Marinette.

.oOo.

They moved to Marinette’s room in case the Dupain-Chengs check on them. Father’s taking a break from talking and is going through Marinette’s designs, Stephanie and Cassandra are with him. Drake seems to have taken on the responsibility of tormenting the others remaining in Gotham or he’s just texting his boyfriend, Damian doesn’t want to know.

He’s watching as the three of them go through Marinette’s designs, and watches as she gets progressively more flustered as they bury her in compliments, well mostly Stephanie, Cassandra and Father aren’t as vocal but it’s also the most he’s heard Father compliment someone sincerely.

It’s strange to think of the child in front of him as his father. He smiles a lot more and even laughed several times.

And then Stephanie mentions that Damian draws and Father’s asking him if he could look at his drawings. Damian offers him a small smile and unlocks his phone and shows him the recent painting of Titus, Alfred, Ace and Jerry and watches as his Father analyses the whole painting.

Maybe the child in front of him is not the father he’s gotten to know but it is nice to see him all the same.

.oOo.

Marinette’s starting to get worried. It’s been an hour and the others haven’t returned with the Akuma yet. They can’t keep tiny Bruce occupied forever. She’s considering transforming and checking it out when Tim pokes his head out from where he’s sitting on her bed and says, “hey Mari, delivery for you.”

Alya’s standing next to him with the akuma in a jar, looking confused. Marinette sighs, explaining this is going to be interesting.

She climbs up and heads to the balcony before transforming. Alya hands her the jar and Marinette purifies the akuma, calls for her lucky charm and throws it up in the air.

“So…” Alya starts, “wanna explain what that was about?” 

“Family emergency. I’ll tell you about it later. Bye!” and then Marinette’s back in her room. Her siblings seem to be panicking and her dad’s not there. The Miraculous Ladybug should have taken him back to where he was. He’s probably standing in the middle of the street completely disoriented.

Detransforming she joins their discussion, or more accurately panicked argument, to let them know what happened. They’re all on their way to the Paris branch of WE in a few minutes. She’s sure one of the employees is bound to have found him and explained things to him but they’re still going just in case.

He’s attacked by hugs when they find him in the lobby of the building, he looks confused as to why but none of them offer any explanation. Steph’s the first one to pull away when her phone starts ringing.

“Shit. We forgot to tell Alfred everything’s fine again.”

Letting go of her dad, she checks her phone and there at the very top of her notifications is a missed call from Alfred. Just one, he’s not anything like the rest of the family as proven by the hundred notifications below that. Steph’s already picked up the call and handed it to B. Marinette sends Dick a message to let him know that everything’s back to normal and to please not come to Paris once patrol’s done.

There are people staring at them, which isn’t surprising but makes her uncomfortable all the same and she knows the rest of them probably feel the same, though Tim might've gotten used to it. They watch in silence as B finishes talking to Alfred and hands Steph’s phone back to her.

He looks over the bunch of them and asks, “did you have something to tell me?”

It feels like forever that they stand awkwardly looking at him before Marinette says, “nope! Nothing important,” and drags her siblings out of the building and back to the bakery. They can talk to him later and Damian’s yawning on their way back. It’s been one hell of a first day in Paris for them, she can’t wait for the rest of the week.

#the only reason this is on time is because ive had it written for a month #maribat #mbdbwm2021 #bio dad bruce wayne #my writing

[jmoriarty-221b]

So I saw somewhere a post that talked about how some fictional characters just have a divorce vibe going on, like, at no point in time were they ever married but they just give off that feeling that they got divorced

And now I can only think of Clark Kent and Lex Luthor having that vibe

And I spent close to an hour talking about this to my sibling and how it would be a good idea for a new DC show like, you can make so much money off of just the main Batfam alone and there are literally so many people in there that it’s just an amazing idea to have them all in a show together but kind of like a Good Luck Charlie kinda thing because there’s more than enough angst in the world

But in the case of not having enough of a budget for so many characters in one show I turned to the Superfam (Batfam is Huge like, I don’t even know half of the extended family version and that’s like at least ten characters so I could see why it wouldn’t be entirely feasible to have a show that included everyone while still being good with nice character development without having a billion dollars for the budget)

The Superfam, in my personal experience, is composed of Ma & Pa Kent (farm vibes plus I refuse to have either of them die in my AU), Clark Kent (main Superman), Lois Lane (Lana? was Smallville Lois i guess??? But idk enough about her so she’s not here), Jon Kent (Superboi II), Kara Danvers (Supergirl) & Conner Kent (Superboi I)

Now I’ve stopped watching CW shows like, forever ago??? But my brother kinda keeps up with them and basically the gist is that the ratings of every other show suck Except for the Superman & Lois show (because it’s 💫new💫) and I saw the cover of the poster like “Ah, the werewolf dude. . . mmmhhmmm that’s Lois yes, yes that’s Johnny boi, and um is that???? Nooooo, they wouldn’t do that to Conner right???? Please tell me they didn’t make Conner blonde” and I was informed that the blonde teen is Chris???? Like

Whoms’t do ye speak of

I’m not even joking but the only way I even know of Chris is from a random fanfic I read where Dick Grayson gets his own super from an alternate reality named Chris, that’s my only point of reference for this character

But let’s talk about how Conner Kent (OG Superboi) was excluded

Now I haven’t seen any episodes of this and I probably never will (no hate I’m just really unmotivated to start new shows at all) so idk if they might mention Conner or even allude to him in one scene or something

But this was my main motivator as to my new Superfam TV Show Idea

Have Lex Luthor not be a Superman villain, he’s mainly a successful businessman, a little shady but who isn’t, and he doesn’t want to Kill Superman, he just wants to be able to have some sort of viable protection against a Kryptonian in case of an invasion (see Man of Steel + CW’s Supergirl) or suddenly having a mind controlled Superman on their hands (see Justice League series or just look up what Red Krytonite does) so he makes it like his side thing to figure out ways to neutralize or hold back a Kryptonian, Clark totally thinks that Lex is obsessed with finding a way to kill Superman because they had a bad end to their friendship in high school so he’s always suspicious of Lex, Lex hasn’t really ever tried to kill him though because 1. It’s not that deep Clark ok? And 2. He’s a busy busy man with a very important job position and a company to run so does he look like he has time to harbor an obsession over someone who rejected him back in high school??? You’re more of a constant side quest Clark, so stop trying to put him on the JL watchlist ( btw ik about Lena Luthor, haven’t forgotten her but she doesn’t really play a part in this AU so let’s just have her and Kara off to the side doing their own thing ok? Ok)

Lex, Bruce & Oliver all knew each other when they were kids and went to the same school, this is just an extra detail I wanted to happen because Lex and Ollie definitely know Bruce is Batman and absolutely HATE having to deal with Brucie Wayne because “I know you’re just doing this to irritate me Bruce, you just want to see if you can make a vein throb in my forehead but I will valiantly ignore your dumbassery because I know you hate being Brucie just as much as we hate having to put up with Brucie so suck on that you petty bitch” because they bonded in ye olden days, childhood friends so to speak

Anyway so Cadmus tries to get Lex to make an investment in their company, seeing as Cadmus is shadier than Gotham when it rains Lex is basically like ‘no ❤️’ and doesn’t make a deal with them, Cadmus gets mad at not having Lexcorp financially backing them so Lex has an ‘accident’ and they steal his DNA, then they steal Superman’s DNA somehow and *boom* a Superboi is formed

Because I don’t know much about how the Core Four became friends in the first place (Robin Tim Drake, Impulse Bart Allen, Wonder Girl Cassie Sandsmark & Superboy Conner Kent) I’m just gonna go with what happens in the show Young Justice except it’s the Core Four becoming the Core Four when they liberated Conner (who at this point believes himself to be a clone of Superman and has only been given Superboy as a name) from Cadmus, same shit goes down meaning that Clark is just straight up NOT vibing with Conner, Conner just wants a mentor please, and the Bats kinda give Clark a passive aggressive treatment for not taking Superboy under his wing or at least agreeing to teach him how to control his powers, especially Tim because that’s his Bestie so yes

Anyway, YJ saves ppl and is on the news or whatever and Lex finds out about Superboy’s existence that way, so he researches this new super on his free time, finds out that he came from Cadmus and claims to be a clone of Superman, yet doesn’t have the whole power set Superman has??? Wait, didn’t Lex reject Cadmus’ proposal and the got into a mysterious accident??? Long story short Lex goes connecting the dots, hacks into Cadmus’ files, finds out he technically has a son with Superman and decides to take Superboy under his wing (I’ll go more in depth as to why Lex would want to do this in this AU later but the abridged version would be that he wants a kid but doesn’t have the time nor interest in finding a wife??? Also the radiation that made him bald as a kid also affected his reproductive system so while it’s not impossible for him to conceive kids he would have a very hard time actually getting to father a kid)

Him and Conner, who still goes by Superboy at this point in time, meet up and Conner finds out that here is a parent figure that is both available and actively wants to be a part of his life, so he agrees to get to know Lex and the series would focus on them becoming a family, with a special episode when Conner asks Lex for help in choosing a name for himself and it ends up with him agreeing to become Conner Luthor, it would be heartwarming and Mercy would make sure it happens within a day (Mercy is Lex’s bodyguard/PA but they’re also besties and she becomes the Responsible yet Chaotic Aunt as Lex and Conner’s father-son relationship progresses)

Obviously Clark becomes super suspicious of Lex getting close to his ‘clone’ and when Conner decides to go public as Lex’s son he’s like *GASP* and calls up Bruce because we need to get on this Bruce, Lex is a villain and blah blah blah but Bruce would be over Clark’s shit and hit him with that “actually, Lex was also an unwilling genetic donor to Superboy, who actually is not your clone either, and has agreed to take him in, I’ve been on this shit since they first met and the kid is doing just fine so if you keep poking your nose in their business then that’s your problem but you better be ready to pay child support bitch . . . have a good day ❤️”

The series would just focus on Conner getting to have a good parent figure in Lex and go more into their civilian lives rather than focusing on the superhero thing, Conner, Bart, Tim & Cassie have a sleepover at Lex’s house at one point, Lex totally Knows what’s up but it’s all good because these are his baby’s friends and they’re good people who are more than willing to prank Superman for rejecting his kid and giving his baby self worth issues (Mercy supports them)

Anyway, that’s basically the idea for a new Superhero Show

#humor #superfamily #that’s new #focusing on Conner (the OG Superboy) #because they are always excluding him #so now Lex Luthor is a caring father to him #because yes #give this boy some love #conner kent #lex luthor #clark kent #bruce wayne #tim drake #superman #superboy #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #the Core Four is here too #Lex isn’t really a villain #he’s not evil either #finding ways to neutralize Superman is just like a side quest #because yes Superman is a paragon of good and Justice #but mind control exists #so pardon Lex for wanting to be able to protect himself from an out of control Superman #Clark totally thinks that Lex is obsessed with stopping him #because they had a bad friendship ending back in high school #but Lex isn’t aware of this ‘rivalry’ he’s supposed to be a part of #so it’s just Clark being suspicious of Lex and Lex not having a clue about this #or just not giving a shit because he’s a busy businessman trying to run a huge company #just a new idea for a new DC show focusing on the Supers

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

BatFam for Beginners

For a couple years now I’ve been slowly luring friends and family into the Batman fandom. The majority of them are, like me, functionally comic illiterate, so I send them a quick primer to lay the groundwork before chucking them into the fic pool. And then today I realized that maybe this primer would be helpful for others, either those looking to do their own luring or individuals who are open to being lured. So here we go.

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So you want to get into Batman. Cool! But maybe you’re not into Mr. Gloom and Growl I Am The Night Man Pain like the kind most commonly portrayed. That’s fine. You don't want Batman. You want BatFam.

BatFam (noun) is the colloquial term for the family of Bruce Wayne, aka Batman. It is also a general way to indicate a section of fandom (fic, discourse, etc.) that focuses on the mythos of Batman through the lens of family.

My Pitch

BatFam fics focus on Bruce Wayne, a very tired single dad Who Tries, and his bajillion children whom he loves very much. Sometimes they dress up in costumes and go punch people. Sometimes they punch each other. In love. Sibling Culture.

The Fam

Sound like fun? Neat. Okay, so very quickly, here's what you need to know. And really, even this stuff you don't NEED to know, but context can be helpful. So read it or don't, but it's all below if you need context while reading the fics listed at the end.

Bruce Wayne: Batman. Single dad. Not great with communicating his feelings, but he's Trying His Best. He'll sometimes play the "Brucie" persona—doltish billionaire—in social settings to further disguise his Batman-ness. You know the backstory: Parents shot in front of him when he was a kid. Hates guns. Does not kill, period.

Alfred Pennyworth: Butler. Dad figure to Bruce. Very drily sarcastic. All-around good egg.

Barbara Gordon: The original Batgirl, daughter of Commissioner Gordon. She dated Dick for a while. Then the Joker shot her and paralyzed her, so she became Oracle, Batman's super-hacker.

Dick Grayson: The original Robin. Orphaned son of circus performers, taken in as Bruce's ward. Generally sunny personality, bit of a temper. Got into a lot of fights with Bruce during his teen rebellion years and quit being Robin (or, alternatively, just outgrew the role) to become Nightwing. As an adult, his day job is as a cop in the nearby town of Bludhaven. At one point, Bruce is presumed dead and Dick steps in as Batman. More on that below.

Jason Todd: Robin #2. Clever street kid orphan Bruce adopted after catching him trying to steal the Batmobile's tires. When he was 15, he was lured into a warehouse in Ethiopia by the Joker, beaten with a crowbar/tire iron (depends on the version, doesn’t matter) until nearly dead, then blown up. He died, came back to life in a zombie state, and was restored to consciousness by a dip in the immortal glowing green Lazarus Pit by Talia al Ghul (daughter of the Liam Neeson character in the Christian Bale Batman movie.) When he came back to life, he learned that Bruce had replaced him with Robin #3 and had failed to kill the Joker, so he went on a crazy revenge streak as the Red Hood. It was a really dramatic to-do and his relationship with Bruce & Co. tends to be really shaky in a lot of the fics, because he's tried to kill all of them at least once. He is a good boy and I love him.

Tim Drake: Robin #3. Bruce's next-door-neighbor, wicked smart, pieced together Batman's secret identity on his own. When Jason died and Bruce spiraled, Tim stepped in as Robin to keep Bruce was self-destructing. Eventually, his own parents died, and Bruce adopted him. When Bruce "dies" and Dick becomes Batman, Dick replaces Tim with Robin #5 and Tim becomes Red Robin. It's messy.

Stephanie Brown: Robin #4. Steph's dad was a villain named Cluemaster, so she dressed up in a crappy costume and called herself Spoiler in an attempt to bring him down. She also dated Tim for a bit. I don't know her story as well, because she's not in a ton of fics. Basically, she was Robin for a hot second, then took over as Batgirl for Babs. There was also a storyline where she gave a kid up for adoption, and another one where she faked her death for a bit. I dunno. She’s mouthy and independent, so what’s not to like?

Cassandra Cain: Teen Chinese ex-assassin. How she ended up with Bruce is Involved, so don’t worry about it, but he adopted her. She is his favorite child, usually. She has some learning disabilities, so while she can speak, words usually aren't her thing. She's great with body language and sign language, though. I think she was Batgirl for a hot second, but now she's also been Orphan and Black Bat. Her costume is the coolest out of all of them.

Damian Wayne: Robin #5 and Bruce's only biological child. Bruce had an oopsie with Talia that she hid from him. (This is the version we stick with in my corner, though there are other versions.) She kept the boy and trained him as an elite assassin, then dumped him with Bruce when he was 10. He starts out arrogant, bratty, and emotionally repressed because his mom's an abusive assassin. Go figure. He bumped Tim out as Robin and ended up having an almost father/son relationship with Dick (while Bruce was "dead") even though they're brothers. He's learning, bless his heart.

There’s also periphery Fam, like Barbara’s dad Commissioner Gordon, Selina Kyle, Clark Kent/Superman, Bruce’s other superhero friends, the kids’ various superhero friends, etc. (There are also even more Robins I didn’t mention above, because they’re not in fics consistently enough for me to know them, but they’re out there if you want to find them!) Don’t worry about them. Meet them as you meet them.

Inevitably you’ll read a fic that directly contradicts multiple parts of the above. That’s totally okay. Just roll with it. (Or don’t! Fic is about finding the versions you like.) Remember: Tired single dad. Many children. All loved.

The Fics

There are currently 41,283 English-language Batman fics on AO3, excluding crossovers, so if you want to dive in and go ham, you can. However, when I was first getting a feel for this BatFam ~thing~, I started with two Fics:

Bruce Wayne Is Banned From Walmart by @unpretty - This one is fun, silly, and hilarious. This author also has a ton of other Batman-related works on AO3, including this series, which is very good. (I don’t usually read Mature or Explicit fics, so I can’t speak to those, but the rest are fantastic.)

Cor Et Cerebrum by @audreycritter - This is the fic that got me into the fandom to begin with. Start with the first fic and just read. Thank me later.

There are many, many, many other fics out there for you to enjoy (including my own), so drop by for recommendations any time. But until then, have fun meeting the Fam!

#batfam #batman #fanfic #Did I leave out a metric crapton of info? YES! Deliberately! #Is my take on the Fam different from yours? Yes probably! So go write your own primer! #This one's mine and I get to say what's on it #bruce wayne #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Stephanie Brown #cassandra cain #Alfred Pennyworth #barbara gordon #Damian Wayne

[animemangasoul]

We Parted Ways A Long Time Ago

Summery: Lucius Fox is Tim's emergency contact number.

In which Bruce and Tim have drifted apart and Bruce doesn't realize it until it's a little too late

Chapter: 2/4

Bruce didn’t know for how long he’d been sitting in his office, slowly going through article after article about the Wayne Enterprise CEO.  

What had originally started off as a casual information gathering had slowly turned into an unhealthy obsession.

Scanning his eyes over the latest article, Bruce almost clenched his fists, brows furrowing as his eyes rested on the smiling image of his son. The article was talking about some kind of project meant to help low-income students around the poverty stricken areas of Gotham and while honest pride bloomed in his chest knowing that his son was carrying on the work he’d started long ago, any sense of joy he got from the praising words were promptly swallowed up by the man standing next to Tim.

Lucius Fox had an arm around Tim shoulders, smiling brightly at the cameras as he for all intent and purpose looked at home next to his son. The pride radiating off of the man torturously close to what Bruce had feeling not even a second ago.  

Breathing in deeply, he clicked out of it. Hesitating only slightly before typing both names in Google and clicking on images and....

Swallowing down the bile suddenly rising up his throat, Bruce carefully eyed the many stills of his son next to Lucius. From charity meetings, press conferences to less formal events such as a park outings with the rest of the Fox family or a dinner at that fancy restaurant Bruce vaguely remembers Tim raving on about; subtly needling him to take him there sometime. ‘Doesn’t this place look great Bruce! Wouldn’t it be nice to go there sometime?’    

They never did.  

Stomach lurching at the sight, he quickly skips through the restaurant pictures, fingers almost shaking... almost. Because... Tim looked so happy. Face open, eyes glowing and in every other captured moment he is invading someone’s space. Whether he’s leaning into Lucius calming touch or resting his head on Luke’s shoulder trying to get a glimpse of whatever he was doing on his phone or smiling amusedly at Tam.

There were so many tender, intimate moments between his Tim and Lucius family and it made Bruce grit his teeth.  

Fists finally clenching till crescent moons marred his skin.  

It... he didn’t understand. Tim didn’t like being touched. He was always so distant and withdrawn. Always stiffening at the slightest brush of skin. He was such a lone wolf. Everyone knew that, so why.... why did these ‘moments’ look so natural to him. It was as if Tim was relishing in the attention, practically soaking in the close proximity of the Fox family, and how could that be in character?

It didn’t make any sense.

Tim was....

Tim was....

But then he remembers Dick.  

Remembers how his oldest had always managed to draw out those special little smiles out of his younger. Remembers how Dick was allowed to hug Tim. Was allowed to wrap his arms around him and how Tim melted into the contact. Dick had called it hug therapy. Practically flinging himself on the shorter teen every time he saw him till Tim was naturally reciprocating the affection instead of freezing up.

Dick was the one to bring Tim out of his shell.  

And for the longest time he’d been the only one. Even Bruce, with all the years he’d had with Tim hadn’t managed to make his son comfortable enough to let down all his guards. Sure he saw glimpses of who Tim could have been whenever he was too sleep deprived to pretend he didn’t need anyone, but while those moments were precious, they occurred very rarely.  

But here Tim was, being basically Tim’s version of attached and it made something ache within Bruce that he couldn’t quiet put into words.

Was it so easy to win over his son?

Shutting off the screen abruptly he breathed deeply and closed his eyes.  

Leaning back, Bruce rubbed at his forehead, trying to banish the throbbing headache blooming at the back of his mind.

What time was it even?

Gaze drifting to the grandfather clock by the corner he sighed.  

Still a bit left to go before he could go get his son.

The itch prickling under his skin didn’t seem to get the memo though, because all Bruce wanted to do right now was drive over to that lonely apartment near crime alley and bring his son home.  

This wasn’t just about dinner.  

Sure, that’s what he told Tim. But Bruce knew one dinner wasn’t going to salvage what had been broken in their relationship. He needed to reopen the doors of communication and he couldn’t do that with only one measly dinner together.

The pitfall stretching wide and deep between them may have been partly Bruce’s fault, but Tim wasn’t without his fair sheer of blame either. If his son had just reached out to him. Sought his companionship like he used to. Talked to him, connected with him, Bruce was sure he would have welcomed him with open arms.

But Tim.... Tim had chosen to be swept away into the shadow of someone else’s family and Bruce just.... he didn’t understand.

Tim was his son. His son. Lucius didn’t have the right to.....

Sighing, he ran a couple of fingers through his hair. It didn’t matter now. Bruce was the parent. He was the only one who could fix this. Tim just needed someone to tell him that he still had a place here, beside him, and Bruce could do that.  

He’d done it for Jason and Damian and Dick. Cass hadn’t needed him to, but if she had, he would have done the same for her.

That’s why this dinner wasn’t just a dinner. If Bruce planned this just right, he was sure he could convince Tim to stay the night. He’d already asked Alfred to prepare Tim’s old bedroom for him and....

The way the old butler's eyes had lit up, face almost breaking into a smile, before nodding hastily and walking away. “Everything will be ready for when the young Master arrives,” he’d said in parting. “Make sure to inform him that I have prepared his favorite coffee cake. God knows that child needs to gain a bit of weight back.”

Alfred hadn’t made any such thing. But he would. For Tim.

Alfred most have missed him too.

Couldn’t his son see what he was doing? Didn’t he understand that just because everyone had been busy, it didn’t mean they didn’t care?

Rubbing a tired hand down his neck, Bruce finally let his eyes rest on the picture frames decorating his desk.  

The first one was of him and Dick when his oldest was just the tiniest little thing. The adoring smile his son was directing at him; arms wrapped around his neck as Bruce was in the process of swinging him around warmed his heart. He’d framed the picture the minute Alfred had handed him the envelop and it remained one of his much-cherished possessions, where it stood next to the picture frame of his parents.  

Next to the two was the one taken after Jason’s adoption and after that, well, at least twenty more that were taken in the span of the next couple of years were added to the mix.

All of them gifted to him by Tim.  

His son having captured so many precious moments between him and his children. Hell, there was even one of him and Steph. The girl explaining something excitedly and him smiling down at her; lips quirking up in amusement.

Running a finger over Damain’s adoring face, Bruce couldn’t help but smile at his youngest. How Tim had caught Damian off guard without the other noticing him Bruce would never know. But he would forever be grateful.  

As he silently observes each and every memory framed physically in front of him, his eyes slowly start to shift from side to side. A tiny frown pulling at his lips and then he’s leaning forward, picking up one frame after the other; pushing a few aside to get to those at the back but.... nothing. There isn’t one.

Tim isn’t in any of these.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

He was in two of them. But one was taken shakily by what appeared to be Cass’s phone as the girl pressed her cheek into Tim’s hair; both of them grinning up at the camera. And another of her and Tim yet again but this time his son was sleeping and Cass nestling into his side as she took the picture.

Both of these photos had been given to him by his daughter. She’d quietly stepped into his office weeks ago. Bruce could distinctly remember it now, now that he was trying to recall the details. She’d placed two new frames on his desk, kissed his forehead and left.

He hadn’t thought much of it.... but....

The fact that Tim wasn’t in any of these..... The fact that there were so many and Tim wasn’t in any of them.

Bruce was sure Dick had a couple of photos of him and Tim, right? He was sure. The oldest loved taking pictures of the three of them back in the day. He was constantly in need of capturing ‘cute’ things, so he had to have some.  

Yes, he most have. Tim and Dick might not be as close as they used to; mainly because his younger was always too busy and Dick had his hands full with Damian, but they were still close so Dick surely had endearing pictures of his son.

“I’ll ask him tomorrow,” he muttered to himself, leaning back and standing up. It wasn’t right that out of the twenty so photos on his desk only two contained Tim. It.....

Freezing as an idea struck him, Bruce sat back down and turned on the computer screen.

Six minutes later he’d printed out a picture of him and Tim. Both in business attires and sure Bruce was wearing his Brucie mask, staying in character for the media, but Tim was leaning into him for support in this picture; face almost mushed into his side as his son was fighting against sleep and..... his heart twitched at the innocence.

It was just after he’d come back, Bruce remembered. Before life swept him away.  

He’d gone to the company needing Tim’s help to reorganize his case files and he’d found his son half asleep across the floor.

He’d been so incredibly endeared, because, it had just struck him then that no matter what changed, certain things would remain the same. Certain things being Tim and his workaholic tendency.  

So he’d picked his kid up, helped him into his coat and lead him out the building. Of course they’d been met with flashes of cameras and shouted questions but his son had been none the wiser, leaning even closer to his body heat, muttering nonsense under his breath and shoving his face into his chest.

Bruce chest ached at the memory.

Reaching into the left drawer; eyes refusing to leave Tim’s face, he fumbled until his fingers wrapped around a pair of scissors.  

Cutting away the unnecessary corners he gently put the photo down before picking up a frame, staring at it for a second, eyes drinking in the picture of him sitting between Dick and Damian, both boys prattling on about something while he indulgently smiled at them.

Sighing, he pulled it out of the frame, carefully putting the picture to the side and inserting in the new one. Satisfied he put the photo next to the others.

It wasn’t exactly as informal and familial as the others. Hadn’t been taken with warmth and love but it showed warmth and love didn’t it?

That should be enough.

It was enough.

Standing up he looked at the picture one last time and then stepped past the desk and walked out the door.  

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“Where are you going father. Pennyworth says that dinner is in ninety minutes.”

Bruce paused at the entrance. Hand resting on the doorknob.

“I’m picking up Tim. He’s going to stay with us for a while.”

A pause and then.... “Why?” Bruce slowly turned around. He’d wanted to leave without creating any fuzz; knowing that he’s youngest would be the least happy about this new arrangement, but alas, there was no avoiding this conversation now.

“He’s sick and needs to rest. Spending some time here at the manor might do him some good.”

Damian crossed his arms; nose scrunching up in displeasure. “Can he not do that at his own apartment? Why most he come here?” Glaring petulantly, he clicked his tongue. “We don’t need a useless person taking up space father.” Bruce frowned.  

Sure Damian had mellowed out the past couple of months, but unfortunately Tim still managed to bring out his more.... childish side.  

Briefly Bruce contemplated telling him off.

Wasn’t this what Tim had been complaining about? His reason for not wanting to stay with them? But then again....

Shaking his head Bruce sighed. “The manor is big enough for all of us,” he said softly, giving his son a meaningful look. “There is no need to worry about space.”

Dick had told him how fragile Damain’s confidence was.

His son being afraid of facing rejection if he committed the slightest misbehavior. Bruce hadn’t seen it, but Dick knew his son so well and “Insults are the only way he knows how to express himself,” his oldest had said shrugging helplessly. “And it’s how he checks whether we lash out at him or not. And we can’t do that to him Bruce. We can’t take away the only form of self-expression he has. He's scared we’ll get tired of him or think he’s too damaged to fit in with our family so whenever he speaks out, we..... I’m just grateful he’s willing to open up to us.”

“What about the replacement,” Jason had asked. Lounging in the chair next to them, raising a thin brow of bemusement. “Cuz that’s who the kid always targets.”

“Tim is older,” Dick had answered. “He understands. We talked about it and he agreed with me that Damian needed to feel comfortable and accepted.”

Jason had snorted, popping out of his chair and walking away. “Sure he did,” he said, dragging out the words. “Sure he did.”

Shaking away the memories Bruce smiled down at his son; just a tiny flick of the corner of his mouth, but Damian immediately straightened out, his own lips quirking up in turn.  

Perhaps Jason had a point, perhaps not. But Bruce had come so far with Damian. Dick had come so far with Damian.  

He refused to be the one who stunted his son’s growth and he was sure Tim must have felt the same. His second youngest having always had a way of understanding others that most of the others lacked.

And Damian never meant much harm with what he said; most of his comment coming from his own insecurities, so Bruce hoped Tim would eventually be able to get over it too and begin to accept Damian for who he was and not for who Tim thought him to be.

“Your leg healed up?”

Startling back, Damian took a second to just stare up at him before nodding jerkily. “Yes father.”

“Good,” Bruce said, turning to face the door. “You can resume your nightly activities with me tonight.”

He doesn’t wait for the kid’s excited reply before he’s out the door and making his way down to the garage.  

He needed to get to Tim’s apartment

It was time to pick up his son and Bruce had to make sure the kid packed enough to stay over for at least a couple of days. If he planned it right, Tim would be settled in enough that he wouldn’t find the need to move out again and Dick or Jason could pick up the rest of his things afterwards.  

Tim just needed time to readjust to the manor and if Bruce played his cards right, Tim would be settled in before he even knew it and then.... Then they could be a family again.

It lightened his heart knowing that all his children would finally be under the same roof.

The end

@miss-choco-chips Bruce out here raising so many red flags. He is so possessive while ignoring Tim’s feelings and opinions. 

@throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen next chapter be here!!!!

#bruce wayne #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Batfamily Fanfic #batfam fic #batsiblings fic #red robin fanfic #batman #robin #batfamily #happytim au

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A Prompt?

I would like to see something where Strange does want to keep Bruce safe from his meddling as he doesn’t want to see the son of his good friend get killed as well so, when he has the boy, he gives Bruce the ability to turn into animals (though, like Beast Boy, they are not perfect imitations as the colour is a little off; he’s a green mamba but his scales are black, that kind of thing) but Bruce can’t turn back unless someone calls him by his name.

Bruce is declared missing, 5 stays with Alfred as they both need each other, and no one knows that the small black alley cat that has a tuft of fur in the shape of a bat on his chest, is more than he seems. Fish Mooney finds him, realizes he’s one of Strange’s ‘children’, names him Nightshade or something, and looks after him. Bruce hates to admit it, but part of him likes not having to worry about things and just being a pet, though he does find a way to communicate with Fish. But he CAN’T tell her his name; someone has to naturally call him it.

Fast forward a year to the release of the Tetch Virus; Gotham is bleeding to death, and Fish has Strange, as well as being the leader of an early version of the Legion of Horribles, complete with Freeze, Firefly, Oswald, Ivy, a young Jonathan Crane who is a brilliant chemist with Nightshade around to scare away the Scarecrow, all of whom love Nightshade and spoil him (Firefly sneaks him chicken, Victor give the best head scratches, that sort of thing) and the two latest members; Tetch, so the city doesn’t develop a cheaper cure for the virus, and Jerome Valeska.

When Bruce sees Jerome, he goes nuts and switches into all sorts of animals in his excitement, confusing the others until they realize Nightshade sees Jerome as Someone who can change him back. Jerome ponders who it could be until he turns into a Grey Parrot (a very intelligent bird that can speak a few phrases) and says, “Jerome! I’m your favourite volunteer!” Jerome is understandably shocked as he realizes, “Brucie?! Bruce Wayne?!” *Poof!* Bruce is human again, and has to contend with the fact the Rogues have become a second family to him. What does he do now?

#long prompt #Practically half the story! #Gotham #bruce wayne #bruce wayne is a freak #Loving Fish Mooney

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Ghosts in Gotham

Danny Phantom / DC Comics 

Dedicated to: @wisegirlandseaweedbrainforever

Summary:  The Batfamily has been through their fair share of the supernatural. That’s why they originally weren’t worried whenever ghosts started showing up in Gotham City. Until one day, something happens; Batman is captured and taken into the Ghost Zone. With no way to go in there themselves, with no way to fight the ghosts inside, the bats decide to call the person who can; Danny Phantom. Together, Danny takes Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne into the Ghost Zone before the Batman is lost forever.

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Ch 1 Masterlist

Chapter 2:

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"Wow. This is the gloomiest place I've ever been to." Danny rested his head against the window as he stared dully outside the vehicle.

"Now Danny, that is not true." Maddie looked over her shoulder at her son from the front seat. "We've been to some dark places in the Ghost Zone."

"I guess."

The Fentons were in a large white and green van. They had left Amity Park the day before and were finally arriving in Gotham City.

"Well, I think it's beautiful." Jazz said cheerfully. "My future home. Just look at it!" She gestured outside. Danny followed her gaze.

Dark clouds blocked out the sun above Gotham City. There weren't too many people walking around, probably due to the insanely high crime rate the city was infamous for. Danny raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Sure."

"Don't be so glum, Danny boy!" Jack said, grinning at his son in the rear view mirror. "I've heard that there's ghosts afoot here! Maybe you can catch the ghost of Jason Todd!

Jason Todd was the second child of Batman, who died just a few years after being adopted. Recently, pictures had been popping up of a man who looked like an older version of Jason Todd walking around Gotham. A few people had even supposedly spoken to him, and apparently the man said his name was Jason. The Waynes vehemently denied the theory, but many people believed it.

Danny snorted. "I bet if I caught Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne would sue me."

Jazz scowled. "No way! He would be so grateful that you brought his son home! Bruce Wayne is a good man!" Danny laughed.

"We get it, you think Bruce Wayne is hot." he ducked a swing from his sister as he added to his father, "I don't think that guy is Jason Todd. It looks like a human, not a ghost."

"So did Johnny 13."

Despite his air of nonchalance, Danny was on alert. Gotham City had had an influx of ghost activity the past few weeks, and he knew he might have to go ghost at any moment.

He just hoped he would be able to eat first.

"I'm excited about the food," he voiced his thoughts, putting his hands behind on his head as he reclined his seat. "Like, this guy's a billionaire. The food is going to be so good."

"Oh ho ho, that's what I'm most excited for too! Uh, but not as excited as I am that Jazz is getting this opportunity!" Jack quickly added after Maddie's glare.

"Do you remember where the letter said our hotel is?" she asked. Jack nodded.

"Of course, Maddie!" he said. "It's right where Brucie said! Wayne Motel! And we get a master suite!"

"Sweet!" Danny and Jazz exclaimed simultaneously as the family pulled into the parking garage.

They opened the door to their suite, dragging their obscenely large amount of luggage with them. They had packed some ghost hunting gear just in case they encountered a ghost, and they took up a lot of room and a lot of suitcases.

Jack breathed in. "Home sweet Hotel!" he grinned. "Danny, Jazz, go pick a room! But not the one with the water bed, that belongs to your mom and me."

The two siblings exchanged a look and then darted in different directions. Danny skidded to a halt as he reached the last room at the end of the hall, and opened the door.

It was a massive room. It had marble floors, a canopy bed, a huge tv, and a private bathroom. Danny smirked, his eyelids relaxing. "This pleases me."

"Danny! Hurry up!" Jazz yelled two hours later. "The limo's gonna get here in twenty minutes!" Wayne Enterprises was sending each intern a limo to take them to Wayne Manor.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Danny grumbled, adjusting his bow tie. They were expected to wear the nicest clothes possible, so his parents had forced him into a suit. He sighed into the mirror. "Well," he muttered. "Here we go."

He met his family in the living room and grabbed a soda from the fridge. He was about to drink it whenever Jazz smacked it out of his hand. "Hey! What gives!?"

"You can't risk anything staining your suit!" His sister snapped. "Are you crazy? I don't want the Waynes to think I come from a weird family!"

Danny gave her an incredulous look. "Um, you are from a weird family. Your parents are ghost hunters and your brother is part ghost." Jazz scowled.

"Well, we don't need to make a scene!" she retorted. "Which means no going ghost."

"Fine, I won't go ghost unless I see one." Danny put his hands up in the universal don't shoot, I'm unarmed stance, almost unnerved by the ferocity in her eyes.

Jazz gritted her teeth. "Yeah, well, don't let anyone see you do it."

"Okay, if you say so."

Jazz nodded stiffly. She fished her phone out of her pocket as it vibrated. Her eyes lit up.

"Oh! The limo's here!" She opened the door excitedly and rushed down the stairs. She stopped at the entranceway to the hotel, Danny smacking into her at her sudden stop. She laughed nervously at her brother's glare. "Sorry. Just nervous," she cleared her throat and combed her fingers through her hair. "Let's go."

They arrived at the manor thirty minutes later, and Danny's eyes widened.

The manor was huge. Easily three times as large as his high school. He couldn't believe only one man a few kids lived in such a large house.

He was still gawking as he stumbled out of the limo and walked inside. His eyes widened even further as he took in his surroundings.

The manor seemed even bigger on the inside. It looked like a castle. And the people? They looked like royalty with how fancy they were dressed. And the food?

There was more food than he'd ever seen in one place.

"This. Is. Amazing." he whispered, almost salivating. Jazz glared at him.

"Please, don't make a scene," she hissed. "Eat like a normal person." Danny didn't seem to hear her, though, as he walked towards the food in a trance-like state.

The food bar had everything. Every type of meat he could name, as well as a plethora of vegan options. It was beautiful. And the smell? Danny had never smelled anything better in both his life and the afterlife.

His mouth watered as he picked up a plate and put a few chicken wings on it. "This is so cool!" he whispered to himself as he continued adding food. "This is amazing." he put a few ribs on his plate.

He inhaled the aroma coming off of his plate and sighed. The only thing that could mess this up is that rude kid Damian. he thought with a smile on his face.

"Excuse me." Danny jumped in surprise at the voice behind him, whirling around and spilling his food in the process all over the person in front of him.

The person in front of him? Damian Wayne himself. Danny chuckled nervously.

"Oh, uh- hey Mr. Wayne! Or is it Damian? I'm so so sorry, please let me clean that up." He stammered as he used his napkin to try to wipe the food off of Damian. The latter scowled, clenching his fist.

"Don't bother," Damian snapped, slapping Danny's trembling hands aside. He looked down at his filthy suit in disgust. "I cannot believe somebody so incompetent at the mere act of standing was allowed in!" he shoved Danny aside as he stomped towards a door that Danny hadn't previously noticed.

Danny winced, closing his eyes tightly as if to shield himself from what had just happened.

"Don't mind him," another voice from behind him sighed. Danny turned around, hoping it wouldn't be a Wayne that saw him piss off the youngest.

But of course, Danny had never had the best of luck.

Tim Drake-Wayne, the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, was smiling at him. "He's just in a bad mood because he isn't allowed to go on a business trip with us."

"So, you're not mad? I'm not kicked out or anything?" Danny asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he knelt down to clean the food off of the ground. Tim knelt down beside him, assisting him in cleaning up.

"No, you're good," he reassured him. "I'm Tim Drake-Wayne." He balanced on his heels as he held his hand out for Danny to the shake. The latter grasped his hand.

"Danny Fenton. My sister has an internship with Wayne Medical." Tim's eyes flickered with something Danny didn't recognize before he smiled again.

"It looks like you got sauce on your jacket," Danny looked down and grimaced as he realized Tim was right, but before he could say anything, Tim continued. "Here, I can get you another one. Follow me." He stood up, extended a hand to help Danny off of the floor and led him to the door Damian had stormed into.

They stepped into a large room with velvet seats and two pool tables. Tim walked into a nearby closet and pulled out another jacket that matched what Danny had on. "Here you go," Tim said as he tossed the jacket to him. "Catch."

"Thanks," Danny said as he caught the jacket, slipping it on. "You're a lifesaver, my sister would have killed me."

"I know the feeling, one time I embarrassed Damian by moonwalking out of movie theater and he chased me with a kitchen knife when we got home."

Damian ran a hand through his hair. "And that is why that kid scares me."

"He's not that scary once you get to know him," Tim shrugged, and motioned for Danny to follow him. "Come on dude, let's go." Danny blinked. Did arguably the richest seventeen-year-old in the world just call him dude?

The pair walked outside, Tim leading him to the rest of the Fentons, who were chatting with Bruce Wayne. Jazz turned around and waved him over.

"And this is my little brother Danny!" she introduced through gritted teeth. "Where you been, little brother?"

Before Danny could think of an excuse, Tim spoke up. "Oh, he was just helping me with something."

"Yeah," Danny agreed with a relieved smile. Jazz smiled.

"Oh, well, yeah, that's Danny! Always being helpful." she chirped. Danny sat down in the seat beside her and clasped his hands together, tuning into the conversation.

"Yes, Jasmine has always been passionate about helping people," Maddie said, smiling at the billionaire. "She's always known that she's wanted to be a neurosurgeon!"

"That's great!" Bruce responded, flashing a bright smile. "That's exactly what we're looking for here; driven people. People with a passion for helping others." His icy blue eyes rested on Danny. "How do you like the food, Mr. Fenton?"

"Oh, uh, it's great, Mr. Wayne!" Danny stuttered as he smiled nervously. "Best food I've ever had. And I should know because I definitely ate some!"

"That's great!" Bruce replied. "You look like you're an athlete. Do you play any sports?"

Danny had an athlete's body because of how often he fought ghosts. That was the closest thing he had to sports. "Well, I really like e-sports!" he raised his shoulders and smiled nervously as he answered.

Bruce chuckled. "So does my son, Tim." he then turned his attention back to Jazz.

Danny breathed a sigh of relief, sliding down a bit in his chair. He felt a sharp, cold burst in his chest as he breathed out a wisp of blue vapor.

There was a ghost nearby.

"Hey, uh," Danny stood up from the table. "I have to go to the bathroom." With a final smile at Bruce Wayne, Danny quickly left the ballroom and went through the door he and Tim had gone through.

Danny shut the door behind him, and in a bright ring of light, he transformed into the white-haired green-eyed Phantom. "Okay," he muttered, "Where are you?" He turned his body intangible and flew through the wall. He looked both ways as he entered into a massive hallway the length of a football field, with many doors on either side. "Great. This place is a maze."

Danny's eyes shot to his right as he sensed the ghost. He walked that way, still intangible, into a library. Danny froze as he spotted a butler, but continued on his way as the man walked right through him.

He saw a glowing light through one of the shelves and shot through the books. He skidded to a halt as he saw-

"Box Ghost!" Danny yelled, "Are you kidding me? You got the worst timing, pal."

Box Ghost turned around and flinched. In a blink of an eye, Box Ghost had disappeared through the floor. Danny followed suit and went to punch the ghost, before freezing. Box Ghost had vanished, but that wasn't the reason Danny was in shock.

He was in a cave. A dark cave with a plethora of high-tech machines. To his left was what looked like a row of memorials. There was one that had an old Robin suit, the one without pants, encased in glass. Another had a Batman suit. Danny's eyes widened as he realized where he must be.

His head was spinning, and he took a step back. The Bat Cave. He was in the Bat Cave. Bruce Wayne was Batman. And if Bruce Wayne was Batman, then that meant that Damian Wayne was Ro-

"No!" an angry voice interrupted the silent breakdown. Danny, still intangible, floated down to the bottom of the stairs in front of a large computer. Danny's eyes widened again as he saw an even better sight;

"Cheese Viking!" he yelled, and yelped in shock as Damian plunged a knife directly where Danny's chest was. Thankfully, the knife went straight through him, but it startled Danny enough to revert back to human form.

"You!" Damian snarled as he stood up. "How did you get in! This is a secure compound, you should not have bee-"

"Dude, that's the newest Cheese Viking!" Danny interrupted, his eyes still trained on the screen. "They were all sold out when I tried to get them!"

"Yes, well, I did not wait and set an alarm so I would know what time to order. That's called being prepared."

"Well you sure are luc-" Danny's jaw dropped. "Wait wait wait hold on hold on." He put his hands on his head as he paced back and forth. "You're Robin? This is the Bat Cave? Bruce Wayne is Batman!? Tucker was right!?"

"You're Phantom!?" Damian said as he realized who he was with. He hadn't seen a photo of Danny as a human before, as he had been too busy memorizing what he looked like as a ghost.

"Oh. I see you've found it." Tim said from behind Danny. Danny's eyes were still as wide as saucers.

"When did you get here? And does this mean you're the restaurant guy!?"

"Yes," Tim answered tightly as Damian snickered. "Yes, Red Robin."

"This is insane." Danny put his hands down, bringing his pacing to a still. "I'm in the Bat Cave! Wait, what do you mean 'found it?'" he added, frowning at Tim.

"I was going to show you later, but you found it on your own," Tim replied with a shrug.

"Why were you going to show me?"

"Because we need your help."

Danny blinked. "Me? Batman needs help from me? Is it about the ghosts?"

"Bingo," Tim snapped his fingers, pointing a finger gun at Danny. "He really does. He's missing."

"What?" Danny asked, confused. "But I just saw him up there. He was fine."

"No, that was our brother, Dick," Tim explained. "He has a mask that makes him look like Bruce."

"Oh."

Tim put his hand on Danny's back, leading him towards the Bat Computer. Tim sat down in the chair, and pulled something up on to the screen. It was a video from Bruce's camera that was hidden in his cowl, which let the video feed of his night stream to the Bat Computer.

"We were fighting a ghost a few nights ago, whenever one grabbed him and pulled him into the portal," Tim narrated as the video showed exactly that. "We tried to follow him, but it just bounced us out. We've concluded that the only way a human or anything earthly could pass through needs a ghost to accompany them."

"That's not true," Danny said, crossing his arms. "Mine at home will let anything in. Trust me, I've lost things to the Ghost Zone." His mind flashed to when Jack's anniversary gift for Maddie had gone into the portal, and how chaotic things got whenever Danny tried to get it back.

"Well, it is true," Damian retorted, copying the action. "We would know. We've seen it. Yours must be different."

"So you need me to take you guys into the Ghost Zone to find him." It was more of a statement than a question. "I can do that, but that video didn't show who took him, and the Infi-Map doesn't work on humans."

"Infi-Map?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, it's a map that takes you anywhere you want to go. You can find anything in the Ghost Zone with it, besides anything with a heartbeat."

"Well, with or without it, we need your help," Tim turned around to face Danny, turning away from the computer. "He's been in there for three days. We need to find him."

"Yeah, I can help," Danny said instantly. "But we'll need some weapons for you two. The Infi-Map will take us to my place, and we can get some from there."

"No, Damian isn't going-" Tim began, but was cut off by Bruce walking down the stairs to join them.

No, not Bruce, Danny reminded himself as the man took off his bowtie and his face shifted to that of another. Dick Grayson.

"Damian's going," Dick said. "I know we agreed that he wasn't, but Jason can't go now. Something about Artemis, so Damian's taking his place.

Lovely, Danny thought, wincing at the idea of Damian snapping at him in the middle of a fight. He blinked as another thought entered his mind. "Jason? You don't mean Jason Todd, do you?"

"Yes sir, we do," Dick replied.

"He's alive?"

"Yeah, he was resurrected a couple of years ago. Long story. Don't ask him about it, he gets grumpy." Dick stretched his arms as he made his way to the group. "Steph is almost here, too, but she got delayed by some guy trying to mug an old lady."

"What a coward," Damian said.

"The lowest of the low." Tim agreed.

"So," Danny counted on his fingers, "Me, Tim, Damian, and someone named Steph?"

"Yep," Dick answered, and looked up as the group heard a motor running. "And here she is."

A teenage girl with blonde hair in a purple Bat-suit that drove into the cave. She skidded to a halt, and hopped off. Seeing Danny, she smiled a wide toothy grin.

"No way!" Stephanie Brown, yelled as she walked closer. "You're Danny Phantom! I'm a huge fan!" She encased one of Danny's hands with both of her own. "Stephanie Brown, also known as Batgirl, one-time Robin even though nobody ever remembers, nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you!" Maybe Damian wouldn't try anything if Danny had someone who liked him, someone he could use for backup.

"Alright, kiddos," Dick said, putting his tie back on, turning himself back into Bruce Wayne. "Suit up and then you better go. Bruce doesn't have much time to spare."

"Right," Danny said with a nod, simultaneously transforming back into Phantom. He pulled out the Infi-Map from his pocket. He looked back up, surprised to see Tim and Damian in their respective vigilante suits.

Holy fast dressing, Batman.

"All of you, grab on to me," Danny said as he unrolled the map. "Take me home!"

At the word, the map pulled the four out of the cave and into Gotham City at hyperspeed. The map found the portal and went through. In an instant, the foursome fell out of the portal in Danny's house, the Infi-Map having dragged them through the Ghost Zone in milliseconds.

"Home sweet home," Danny said as Tim, Stephanie, and Damian got to their feet.

"Oh, wow," Stephanie groaned. "That was crazy. Is this how Bart feels?"

Damian was already wandering around. "Hey," he turned his attention to Danny, "What are the chances you have a ghost sword?"

Danny waved him to the right, and the boy's eyes gleamed at the pile of swords Jack had been making. Tim and Stephanie were looking around too, picking up various weapons. Tim was putting grenades and other weapons into his utility belt, Stephanie doing the same.

"Fenton," Danny turned around to face Damian behind him, who had found a sword of his liking. "Do you have any capri-suns in this house?"

"Uh, yeah, upstairs in the fri- hey, you don't know where the kitchen is!" Damian had sprinted up the stairs as soon as Danny had confirmed that there were capri-suns in the house.

"I'll find it!" Damian's voice could be faintly heard. Danny rolled his eyes.

Tim had found a bo-staff, and Stephanie was looking at one of the vehicles. "What's this?" she asked.

"It's the Specter Speeder 2.0," Danny answered. "It's what we're taking. It's a ship that can fly in the Ghost Zone."

"Is it ready?"

"Yeah."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Damian, who was now sporting a mini cooler filled with capri-suns, opened the door to the Speeder. "Let's go save Father."

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Pet peeve in Batfics or comics: jokes about Dick’s horrible sense of fashion, based on his original Robin or Nightwing costumes. ESPECIALLY jokes made by his family, the other Robins most of all.

.......gee, why would a grieving circus orphan design his superhero costumes to look like....something worn by circus performers?

Like, no shit those designs look ‘terrible’ by most characters’ or fans’ fashion standards, but they were never MEANT to be conventionally fashionable from an in character OR behind the scenes perspective. ‘Conventional’ fashion standards could disapprove all they want, they were irrelevant to the aims of the kid designing the costumes as something that would look and feel like the best and happiest times of his life. Dick was never TRYING to design something that would look ‘fashionable,’ he was trying to design something that looked like what he’d worn and would have kept wearing all his life as a circus performer. If he’d ever been given the OPTION of staying as one, of having control over which direction his life took, instead of being ripped away from it whether he liked it or not. Which, y’know. He did not.

Tbh, this is a pretty big blindspot in most writings about Dick’s character IMO, because like, his ‘terrible fashion sense’ is basically both a canon and fanon trope at this point.....but.....he doesn’t have a terrible fashion sense? There’s literally NO other instance in the comics of him not being able to dress fashionably? In fact, in both canon AND fanon, Dick’s civilian persona, his version of Bruce’s ‘Brucie’ act, is him being a pretty famous celebrity socialite in his teenage years and early twenties? One who was constantly in the papers while dating Starfire - a famous superheroine slash supermodel - in his civilian persona?

......ummm....but sure, the famous supermodel dating celebrity doesn’t know how to dress himself or what looks good. That makes sense.

Dick’s never had a bad fashion sense, his first, self-designed costumes as both Robin and Nightwing were only ever ‘unfashionable’ because HE DIDN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THEM BEING FASHIONABLE LOL THAT WASN’T REMOTELY HIS PRIORITY. HE WAS HOLDING ONTO HIS HERITAGE AND TYING IT TO HIS SUPERHEROICS IN DEFIANCE OF AN UNCARING SYSTEM AND SOCIETY WHO HAD NO RESPECT FOR IT OR WHAT IT MEANT TO HIM.

So, making his brothers guilty of the exact same thing, for an easy laugh that doesn’t actually make sense given literally ANYTHING else about his character, feels....meh. Always pulls me out of a story and throws me into headcanons about how shitty it must make Dick feel that later Robins gave no fucks before altering the designs to their own preferences without ever bother asking or caring WHY Dick would have designed them with ‘short pants and pixie boots’ in the first place. Why do those interpretations of those characters care so much about being ROBIN if you don’t have them ever care about what being Robin MEANT to the guy who conceived of it and made it what it was - something they aspired to be themselves - in the first place?

Also I know a lot of people point to the mullet Dick had in the 80′s as their other proof of his terrible fashion sense, and like, I know it is by modern standards, and it doesn’t transition well to writing a modern Dick who was only 18 or 19 five years ago or so, our time, but uh....it WAS fashionable according to the sensibilities of the time he was shown having it....which was like....kinda why he was drawn having it. Yeah, it doesn’t make sense for him to have had one five years ago, but if its only ever brought up now as something he had five years ago in order to prove how unfashionable he is, again, it just....doesn’t fit? Sometimes things in comics can’t hold up over time, and that’s just one of those things. 

My point with this post is kinda like.....literally EVERY superhero has had shitty, unfashionable costume designs at some point in history, when judged by modern standards, but ONLY Dick’s costumes have a time-honored tradition of being called out and laughed at - usually by his own successors - when the irony is, ONLY Dick’s costumes have an origin and explanation for how they look that DOES manage to stand the test of time and changing fashion trends.....BECAUSE THEY WEREN’T DESIGNED TO FIT A SPECIFIC ERA’S FASHION STANDARDS LOLOL.

Ngl, this one bugs me a lot, because I will never not be annoyed by how entitled most people make the later Robins towards the mantle and its legacy, and how rarely they’re written as giving a shit about Dick’s feelings on the matter or the history and heritage and traditions the Robin persona was meant to embody when Dick first made it, with no expectation that anyone BUT him would ever hold it.

It ESPECIALLY annoys, given how much deference most writers and fans give towards Jason, Tim and Damian’s origins, and how respectful and protective they are of where each of them come from and their early lives and histories.

Like, if you’ve got Jason bristling over insults about him growing up in the poor parts of Gotham, you shouldn’t be unironically writing Jason mocking his older brother’s origins, y’know? I’ve read so many fics that are like “poor Jason, who had it so rough at fancy galas growing up with Bruce, where everybody looked down on him, unlike Dick who everybody loved” and its kinda like.....dudes, think about how you all write Dick’s own FAMILY treating his circus origins and upbringing, and then ask yourself seriously. Is it REALLY likely that all those rich Gotham snobs at those events didn’t look down their noses at Dick every bit as much? That they weren’t laughing WITH him so much as AT him, and that Dick, who grew up in a circus that traveled the world and brought him into contact with so many people, probably always knew damn well how to tell the difference between people genuinely entertained by him and people just entertained by the amusing anecdote of his existence, ‘that adorable little circus boy Wayne took in?’ 

Yeah, Dick probably always knew how to work a crowd at those events and make it LOOK like he was having a good time, but that’s because that used to be his JOB, even as a kid. Doesn’t mean he ever actually enjoyed it when stuck attending events where he knew damn well how little respect people had for him or where he came from.

(Tbh, I consider this to be one more thing Dick and Jason have in common with each other more than the others, and I also headcanon its why Jason never tried to change the Robin costume or even thought about it as far as we ever saw. And its also why I will always always write Dick as having told Jason stuff about the circus and why he made Robin the way he did, after he first gave Jason his own costume, and why I always write Jason as having seen Dick as an ally and someone to vent to about that stuff, knowing he’d get it where Bruce wouldn’t have a clue. Because it doesn’t make SENSE for Jason not to know or understand this about Dick, and for Dick not to have seen this common ground between them after he already extended the olive branch of giving Jason his blessing as Robin. Jason Todd is many things, but entitled is NOT one of them, and IMO he would never ever ever stomp all over someone else’s humble origins in the same ways he’s used to people doing with him. I headcanon that Jason was the Robin who altered the Robin persona as little as possible, because he knew what it was like to have so little left to hold onto, and he wanted to honor and respect what Robin meant to Dick, as much as what it’d come to mean to him. I will always always see it being more natural for Dick and Jason to be natural allies against the wealthy of Gotham and even Bruce’s own entitlement issues.)

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My Thoughts on Same Stitch (SPOILERS)

WARNING: SPOILER TALK/LONG-ASS POST

Okay I have finally gathered all my thoughts (took me a while to realise just what bothered me) about episode five. Also, please remember this is all my opinion, I am not passing this off as facts, just what I believe based off my playthrough.

I played through the vigilante route, being the nicest I possibly could to Joker. Above everything else, trying to make John/Joker has been my main goal this season, as I know it has been for a lot of people.

But the Vigilante route….didn’t grant that wish, my any real means. There were multiple times where I felt there would usually be a dialogue option to be kind, and there wasn't. Sometimes there wasn’t even an option to say anything (the final fight springs to mind) where I felt my Bruce should have said something.

Honestly, the vigilante route feels off, as if a whole other writing team was selected to wrote it with basically no idea of Bruce and John’s prior relationship. I will get to the Villain route later.

They didn’t act like friends, and they didn’t act all that hurt by each others actions.

A lot of this falls on what we were promised, and what we actually received. The marketing and the finale of ep4 all lead to John and Bruce teaming up and working together. But all that happened in the trailer basically happened in the first ten minutes and then after that John and Bruce were forced to be enemies.

The vigilante version punishes the player for previous kindness. And this is where a lot of my sourness sits. In episode 4, it was simple: you were kind to John? You earn his trust, friendship, loyalty, etc. You were a dick to John? You break all of that and he hates you for it.

So why was my kindness punished in ep5? Up until then, John wanted to genuinely follow in Bruce’s footsteps. Hell, at the end of ep4 he says that Bruce helped him to be a better person for fucks sake! And then he just reverted back in this ep! What the hell? It just didn’t seem like the John we knew and love.

Even during the final fight, I was so surprised that during the fight Bruce/Batman never once tried to talked John down from the fight, or really showed any signs that they were friends. It was just a cold, brutal fight, despite my Bruce earlier telling Alfred it “wasn’t that easy” to pretend Joker wasn’t his friend. It sure didn’t seem that way, Brucie, the way you beat your friend and stabbed his hand sure seemed friendly…

Not only this, but the whole episode’s pacing was just off. It felt like from the start to the finish, everything was cranked up to 9000 without slowing down, which I think was supposed to give me as the player a feeling of anticipation and eagerness, but actually just mentally exhausted me. I didn’t want my Batman to just come in swinging punches and being brutal. It wasn’t how I had been playing the game, and therefore didn’t fit how my Batman had reacted to situations before.

But John admitting he wanted Bruce to love him… it killed me. Broke my heart. Had I been playing alone I would have been bawling, if I’m honest. That was something I had wanted to see, but it was the only time we got it. And it was near perfect. Save for the fact that Bruce couldn’t admit he did love John. But I know why Telltale won’t include that option.

And so the ending of the vigilante route. With Alfred about to leave, I chose to quit being Batman (couldn’t have done that sooner to try and talk to John, Bruce?), and then it was over. I was shocked, that that was what they chose to end on. But then...the surprise cutscene...ohhh boyyyy that scene! It was perfect! With Bruce being almost completely alone (Alfred still seems uncertain), I just died seeing John’s sweet face light up at Bruce coming to visit him! THAT was the Bruce I had been playing as! He finally showed up! And it was perfect, and bittersweet, and makes me tear up just thinking about it…

But after all of this, I couldn’t be a hundred percent happy with the ending. As many of you can agree, I wanted an option of a somewhat happy ending for Bruce and John. Both characters have grown so much over the series, that the vigilante route just seemed to take five massive leaps back. Bruce went back from being a little more open with his feelings to sheltering himself, and John became less stable and more like how he was in season one, but even worse.

I don’t completely hate it, I believe if Telltale has another season, they could salvage the mess that the vigilante ending was...but I am disappointed. I feel cheated, lied to by Telltale. The story we got was not the story we were promised.

Now this brings me to the Villain Route. Now, I haven’t had the chance to play it myself, but watch a playthrough instead.

And oh my lord, where was this writing, pacing and story in the vigilante route??? It was AMAZING!??

Unlike the Vigilante route, you spend a little over half your time playing as Bruce, not Batman. This is PERFECT because it leads to more actual conversation with Joker/John who strangely enough seems more like ep4 John does than the “good” Joker??

It was beautiful. The story was believable, dark and fun as hell. The pacing fit really well and didn’t feel rushed at all. John and Bruce were in character, AND to top it all off...SO. MUCH. SUBTEXT. This was basically a shippers wet dream, because not ONLY does Joker basically admit he loves Bruce (which he does in both versions, kudos), BUT, and I shit you not...BRUCE MOTHAFUCKIN’ WAYNE HIMSELF BASICALLY ADMITS HE LOVED JOHN.

“You broke my heart, John. I did need you. I cared about you.” Bloody hell, this scene was FANTASTIC! And do I even have to mention how fantastic Troy and Anthony’s voice work was? (they are always, but especially this scene...damn)

You could feel the heartbreak, the care that these two had, and still have for each other. And then that moment when Bruce thinks John-not Joker, John Bruce calls- is dead, and he thinks he can’t revive him...I can’t say anything mildly articulate except HOLY SHIT!? It is just such an amazing scene. Fuck.

The villain route really delves into the love and care these two have for each other.

But it still makes me wonder…

Why is this episode rewarding you for being a dick to John? And punishing you for being good to him? It just doesn’t add up, no matter the end result. Because while I ended the vigilante route warm and fuzzy with the arkham visit ending, Joker/John being left alone in Arkham in the villain route was so upsetting, and felt wrong after everything Bruce did to save him.

All I can say is, I pray we get a third season, I need John and Bruce to be happy!

TLDR; mixed feelings about both episodes, liked the ending to the vigilante route better, but the main story for the villain route better.

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