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tiredofsatansbullshit · 2 years

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Wayne Family Social Media - The Waynes on Twitter Masterpost

IThe Waynes Profiles

1 - The butts match

1.5 - The butts match

2 - Tim Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, is told he needs to be "more professional" on Twitter. He disagrees and choses chaos instead

3 - Confession time

4 - Batman has a sugar daddy?

5 - Tim Drake-Wayne/Sleep , 20k words, slowburn, angst, enemies to lovers

6 - Batkids tweet highlights

7 - Red Hood and Arsenal

8 - Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson-Wayne and Jason Todd-Wayne read your thirst tweets

9 - Duke gets verified!!!

10 - How Damian deals with online hate

11 - Private Account tweet highlights

12 - Batkids tweet highlights 2

13 - The Wayne’s decide to be chaotic on Twitter

14 - Bullying Lex Luthor, a family bonding experience

15 - Batkids tweet highlights 3

16 - Private account tweet highlights 2

17 - Love triangles are OUT, time for a love square

18 - Wayne kids being gay on twitter

19 - The Wayne kids interactions with Gotham’s rogues

20 - Human Disaster Tim Drake-Wayne

21 - Bats and friends

22 - Human Disaster Dick Grayson-Wayne

23 - Siblings, am I right?

24 - Human Disaster Stephanie Brown

25 - Human Disaster Cassandra Wayne

26 - So about that coffin

27 - Human Disaster Duke Thomas

28 - Human Disaster Bruce Wayne

29 - Human Disaster Damian Wayne

30 - Human Disaster Jason Wayne

31 - Disaster Family: The Waynes

32 - The Bats are ever so slightly unhinged (lie)

33 - Manors haunted.

34 - Broose

35 - The Waynes really just say things

36 - This is me admitting defeat. I cannot keep on thinking of names of chapters.

37 - The (older) batkids have nailed this social media thing if you ask me

38 - Dickie, are you okay?

39 - The struggles of being a (really rich) single parent

40 - *Squints at writing on palm* The Wames everybody!

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craxkbaby · 2 months

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oh now that you've written that heartbreaking piece about the happier alternate, I'm curious, how would he react to having an opportunity of saving his own alternate self from the Joker's clutches? Does he doom him to the same fate in a fit of schadenfreude? Would he put him out of his misery? Would he try to protect him the way he wanted to be protected? Save him from the same fate? Curious

Caramel, im honestly super glad you keep requesting!! I feel like I’m getting way better at writing angst.

No matter how upset and broken AK!Jason is, he would never let anyone go through anything he went through. Even though jealousy still lingers inside him, he wouldn’t want his alternate version to go through it either.

Yes, the intrusive thoughts are there. “Just let him.” “He’ll know what I went through.”

But he never goes through it. How could he let someone go through it when he can hardly think about it? AK!Jason would want to protect his alternate like he always wanted to be protected.

Snatching him away from Jokers filthy blood stained hands. Of course, AK!Jason would have the nerves to put his alternate through the same fat due to the greed, and ache for a pinch of happiness.

After, he would completely brush off Alt!Jason. “Don’t mention it.” Coming from AK!Jason whenever the other tried to bring it up.

Though, if AK!Jason fails to save Alt!Jason. Guilt will weigh heavy on his shoulders. How could it not? Failing to save someone from unimaginable pain, unimaginable pain he went through, makes him feel like a failure.

He knows it’s fate. Though he tells himself, “fate I could’ve prevented.”

SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT!! Was running out of energy!!

#dc comics #arkham knight x reader #Arkham knight #Jason Tod #red hood #batman #jason todd x male reader

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louff4tw · 2 years

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The batkids sure do like to talk about themselves being replaced a lot.

Cause ya know. That’s how having more kids works. You replace the older ones.

Oh wait. That’s not how having kids works? It’s just adding. Not replacing?

Huh maybe Batkids are to used to being only children and need to grow up and realize just cause parents have another kid doesn’t mean they are replaced. Just called expanding the family

#batfam #Batman #dick greyson #nightwing #jason tod #red hood #tim drake #red Robin #damian wayne #Robin #Bruce Wayne #alfred pennyworth #agent a

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gothamnightlight · 9 months

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What if Jason Todd never died and was just secretly a superhero the entire time?

That's an interesting theory. Though I'm not sure which one he might be. I believe he runs a government black ops group, which is why they had to pretend he was dead.

#jason tod #unreality #dc conspiracy

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sophiethewitch1 · 4 months

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In Death's Embrace

Jason x Death!Reader

His head is in your lap, the sun peeking through the black locks of his hair. He grumbles at the light interrupting his nap, and turns and presses his face into your thigh. You chuckle, carting a hand through his hair just like he loves you to.

He’s at peace. The world is at peace. He’s safe here, in your unending embrace, and he knows he’ll never have to leave it. He knows that’s the way it should be.

“You’re so clingy today,” you tease him, and he chooses to ignore your words. The quiet is peaceful, and he longs for more of it, even as he wants your words too. Of course, as always, you understand. Instead, you whisper sweet nothings to him, gazing out at the wheat fields surrounding the two of you.

There’s a book in your hand, the one that doesn’t pet him. It’s in a language he doesn’t know, doesn’t recognise. It’s probably as old as you are.

He didn’t know much about you. He didn’t need to. He understood who you were, what you were. He wasn’t stupid. He understood that you comforted billions of others, held them like you held him. Maybe once he would’ve been jealous, but he knew that feeling was pointless too.

Here, you wouldn’t let him feel anything but peace. Here, he needn’t want for anything but you, and you’d always give yourself over to him freely.

Your hand pauses in his hair. It tightens. Jason likes the feeling, likes anything you do to him, but he senses your tension, and opens his eyes. You’re not looking at him, instead staring up at the blue sky. Mouth pursed, you tilt your head.

You look back down at him, smiling softly. It’s the same as every other smile you give him, but he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t trust it. Something’s wrong, and he’s filled immediately with a sense of panic he hasn’t known in years.

“Fascinating,” you say, and Jason pulls himself up from your lap, grabbing your hands in his. You let him move you, let him pull you to your feet, don’t resist as he follows his instincts, running into the strands of wheat like hell is on his heels.

It might be.

“Jason,” you call his name, your voice calm despite his hurried breathing, “Jason, dear.”

He pauses just long enough to look back at you, to look at the blue sky cracking open in jagged edges, to see the reeds pulling backward into a gaping void. He can feel the sucking gravity, and he plants his feet against the wind. You’re unaffected by the tear in the sky, your hair calm, your clothes still.

“Jason, it’s a good thing. Not many get a second chance,” you cajole him, pulling on hand from his grasp to cup his chin. He leans into your touch, savouring it, needing it.

“It’s not. I won’t leave you, I can’t,” he whispers, his words almost lost in the roar of the wind.

“You have no choice,” and your eyes are almost… sad. He doesn’t think that’s right. He doesn’t think someone like you should feel sad. You’ve seen so much, know so much.

What does it say for his future? What does it mean, when Death looks at you with pity?

“Save me, please,” he begs you, and you shake your head.

“I have no choice, either. You must make the most of it, Jason. You must do your best. And I’ll be here when you come home, waiting for you,” you promise him, and he has to choke down a sob. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

He was supposed to have you forever.

“How can I when you’re not there with me?”

You peer into his eyes, and the void rips wider behind you.

“You won’t remember me, darling.”

The last thought, before it takes him, before it swallows him whole, is that that’s the worst part.

Part two!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason tod x y/n #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd headcanon #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #batfam x reader #part two?#ive also got an idea for persephone!jason x hades!reader #where hes hopelessly in love with you and very grumpy everytime has has to go bring spring in or whatever #and youre “like the fate of the world rests on this go do your job” and he's like “but babe :(”

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jasontoddssuper · 6 months

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Idk how people read Pjo and thought Percy Jackson was a soft uwu ray of sunshine boy.He's mean and ruthless as fuck,he's always snarking at people and gets embarrased to show 'mushy' emotions and has anger issues out the ass and manipulated multiple of his enemies and some of the shit he's pulled on the battle field was like something out of a horror movie/novel and even his tastes reflect that since he's canonically a rock music fan.Yeah he's a massive mama's boy and respects women tons and is also a Team Dad but those don't contradict any of it-I mean,just look at Jason Todd

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punkeropercyjackson · 4 months

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@ Pjo fans who hate on gender headcanons for the characters:Greek Mythology had stories like Poseidon falling in love with a trans man and giving him his ideal body with his powers,androgyny and gender noncomformity everywhere and Mr D is literally the god/patron saint of trans people in the og canon,do you honestly think there aren't realistically more trans demigods than there are cis ones?I think it's okay if Percy and Thalia are trans women and Nico and Frank are trans men and Annabeth and Jason are nonbinary thanks

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Vlad finally managed to make a perfect clone of Danny only for Dani to jump in and save the day.

Vlad counters with a strange gun that de-aged Danny and both the clones before promptly destroying said gun so they can't find a way to turn back. The fruitloop locks them in a room, confident in the knowledge that Danny no longer has any memory extending past his current age and Dani has been rendered a literal infant.

Unfortunately for Vlad the kids being half ghosts feel drawn into the ghost zone and just phase through the floor and enter.

They go through portal after portal until they wind up in a new dimension and promptly start living in an abandoned children's hospital (cause why not?) and steal things like blankets and baby formula using thier powers.

Nightwing, who believes there is only one child since they look exactly the same, freaks upon seeing one use an ectoblast, thinking he must have been a Tamaranean like Starfire and followed them home after thier most recent heist of baby stuff and candy

Needless to say he kicks open the doors of the Wayne manor a few weeks later and loudly announced, "I got a three for one deal!!!"

#did i do that?!#danny phantom #fanfiction prompts #prompts #justice league #batman #nightwing #jason tod holds the baby #only for her to start floating #he panics and wonders #damian and cass dont like that the kids keep managing to sneak up on them #Dick is ecstatic #hes gonna teach them so much gymnastics

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tiredofsatansbullshit · 2 years

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The fourth chapter of my “The Wayne’s on Twitter” work on AO3

Masterlist of Tweets

<- Previous Next ->

4 - Batman has a sugar daddy?

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jakascoo · 1 month

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Jason: The stars are so beautiful… Kara: They're just giant balls of gas. Jason: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Kara: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Jason: Oh…

#incorrect quotes #jason todd #red hood #kara danvers #kara zor el #supergirl #jaykara #incorrect jason tod quote #incorrect kara danvers quote #incorrect jaykara quote #jaykara wednesday #mood

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louff4tw · 1 year

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Alfred Pennyworth - He doesn’t always get it. But he’s got you

Fanfic that I’ve been putting off motivated by

@damian-wayne-is-robin

Okay so. I have this headcannon/story I never wrote. Also this turned out WAY longer then I thought it would

It takes place when Bruce is 13. Angry and silent. He doesn’t really talk to people. Is antisocial and he’s autistic in this (he is coded like it. And it’s been hinted at and is my personal head cannon) so he doesn’t really get people or they don’t get him.

There will be some mature themes and hints at child abuse. Plus Violence. Alfred has no idea what the fuck to do. He’s never been great with kids. He was more hired to clean and protect them comfort. He’s getting better but. Progress. Also there’s almost no dialogue. That’s done on purpose. It’s more like one of those comics where no words are needed.

So one day Bruce starts coming home acting weirder then normal. Alfred at first thinks nothing of it. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have emotions going in every direction. But this was different. A few weeks pass and the changes are bigger. He’s quieter then normal. Almost completely mute. And while Alfred wasn’t very tactile.

Bruce started rejecting the small moments where Alfred was. A pat on the shoulder. Helping him get his coat or shoes on. One time flinched when Alfred grabbed his arm to pull him away from the fireplace. That one got Alfred worried. Bruce’s grades also started slipping. And he skipped school. Skipping wasn’t new but the grades were.

Next time he dropped Bruce off he snuck back into the school and stalked him throughout the day. Using spy gear he still had from his past. He snuck a mic into Bruce’s pockets and snuck into the huge vents of the old building.

It wasn’t till it got to one of his last classes that things became clear. A flyer came out that the science teacher went into labour and a sub will be filling in for the rest of the year. He watched as this sub prowled around the class of innocent 13 year olds. Getting a little to handsy and touchy. Would put his hands on both shoulders and stand behind them.

Or lean down and whisper in their ear when giving instructions. Alfred using the gear would hear that whoever impressed him that class would stay behind on Friday for a special 1/1 learning experience. Half the class looked excited while the other half looked on in dread.

Not counting ones that skipped. Which seemed to be a few. Eventually the bell rang and he dismissed the class. Making each student who left give him a hug on the way out. Bruce being the last one. He didn’t like being touched by anyone but Alfred and even then that’s on a good day.

Alfred watched as Bruce looked so upset at the way the teacher embraced him. The fact he didn’t fight showed that by now he’s just given up in refusing. The way he hugged him would creep anyone out. Almost like he was trying to have Bruce sink into the hug. Bruce was eventually let go and ran.

The teacher then locked the door and sat in his chair while putting his head down. Alfred couldn’t see what he was doing. But just hearing it sickened him. He left just as he got in. Quickly and quietly through a vent in the roof. He was able to get back to the car and have it in front of the School where Bruce was waiting.

Bruce looked even more upset then he has previously. Alfred decided to order take out for Bruce. A rare treat usually saved for special occasions. Nothing was really said between the two.

Tho Bruce did give him a weird look as he set up the dinner trays in the telly room with the Grey Ghost playing. He also made him change into comfortable pyjamas. Bruce didn’t really have any passions other then learning but he still loved that show. With the nachos and Grey Ghost rare combo it wasn’t long before Bruce was talking again. Alfred Smiling at him the entire time.

He cleaned up as Bruce kept watching. And joined him when done. Bruce leaning against him. Eventually Bruce fell asleep, Alfred leaned him against the other side of the couch and tucked him in. Once he reached deep sleep Alfred went to the kitchen and started rummaging through the school flyers.

Once found the one he wanted he looked at the name on it. He recognized that name. It was the same last name as one of the judges for the city. Probably how he has been getting away with what he has. He grabbed his keys and checked to make sure Bruce was still sleeping. He was.

He got in his car and started driving. It was a long drive to his destination. Nearing midnight when he got there. It was a small underground pub. For people like him. Across the pond and dangerous. He headed for a old friend in the back. Seems to know everyone and everything. He didn’t need much. Just confirmation and a address. The last name was no coincidence. Was the judges son. And turns out there’s been many complaints but nothing done. Dads got powerful ally’s. And Alfred’s apparently not the only one out for blood.

Once getting what he wanted he left. He drove for 30 minutes back to where he came from. The richer end of town. Sometimes he’s still shocked but how extravagant everything is. He grew up dirt poor on the streets. Gave everything for his country. Fell in love with a couple who showed him a new light to life. And then lost them to. As he thinks he’s filled with rage. That sweet baby. Hurt over. And over again.

If it was up to him Bruce would never leave the house again. Kept where he could be protected. But it’s almost like he’s buzzing to get out. To run and escape. Alfred parked a block away. Slipped the disguise on.

Took the license plate off of the car and put it in the glove box. It didn’t take him long to get there. He was still pretty fast. The house had almost no protection and he was able to get in unseen.

He found a office and started looking. What he found horrified him. Completely disgusting and almost made him sick.

Child pornography. And no small amount. Including pictures of past students.

Thankfully none of Bruce. But did find a list of students from the school. Many had symbols next to their names. Of course it was in a hidden safe in the ground.

But you don’t stop a War by not being able to break into a hidden safe. He left everything out in the open where it could be easy to find.

He sat in the chair and thought of what to do then he grabbed some paper out of his pocket along with a pen. And wrote “I know what you are” on it.

He made it look like the room was staged. As if someone came in and posed it so that he would know with that note in the middle. He grabbed a Polaroid off the shelf. First took a picture of the list and symbols.

Then other photos of the rooms contents and placed those in his pocket. He recreated several of the photos and scattered them as if to show “I got proof”.

He placed the camera back and then started trashing the room and throwing half the documents in the fire. He also made a call from the phone to someone he knows helps people disappear. A number the police new well.

He didn’t say anything just left the phone on and then hung up. Long enough to register the call. He left the office and headed for the main bedroom.

When he entered he saw the sub. He was filled rage and almost acted before he could fulfill his plan. He took a deep breath and took out a needle. He crept next to the sleeping man and plunged the needle into his neck. He jerked for a few seconds before going limp.

He walked to the subs closet. Grabbed a suitcase and started packing. He went through the house and grabbed anything of value. Including keys and wallet.

He put all the stuff into the guys car and then went up and carried the unconscious man down and shoved him into his own trunk.

He left the house door open and drove away to the alley with his car. He transferred everything to his car. Man and all. He then left the subs car and wallet. Emptied of cash in the car.

Once settled he drove off. He drove for awhile. Wondering if Bruce woke while he was gone. Hoping not. The child liked to check on him at night. As if afraid he to would disappear. He arrived at a abandoned Wayne Tech lab that burned down years prior and has still not been fixed.

He chose this specific location because there was no security and it had what he needed. He parked his car in the garage and then made sure nothing was seen from outside.

He opened the backseat with everything inside and dragged it all out. And then grabbed the Sub from the trunk. He went to one of the side doors and jimmied it open.

Sub slung over his shoulder. With the door open he grabbed the suitcase with the other and started the decent. He walked down to the basement level. 4 floors up. And 2 down.

The bottom one didn’t even have windows it was so far down. The automatic lights that ran on solar energy flicked on every room he went through. He finally reached his destination.

It was the medical waste disposal room. Including a furnace large enough to fit a body. No surprise at why Thomas shut the place down.

Human testing was hugely frowned upon. Even by a doctor like him.

He threw the suitcase in a corner and set the sub down on the nearest gurney. He used the straps already attached to secure him.

He looked him in the face. He looked so peaceful. It pissed Alfred off and he stormed out of the room in a rage. He closed the door behind him and made sure to lock the building as he left.

He drove the long way home in case anyone saw him. Once home he went to go check in on Bruce and breathed a sigh of relief to see him still asleep.

He went and changed into something more appropriate. Say striped pyjamas. He nodded off quick after joining Bruce on the couch.

He awoke with Bruce snuggled into his side. A very rare side of him. He was greeted with a brilliant smile from Bruce.

The easy night before obviously helped. He made him chocolate chip pancakes and packed him his favourite lunch. By the time he dropped Bruce off he was quiet again.

Hopefully soon that will change. He doesn’t deserve anymore pain. He went about the days chores and picked him up after school. The young lad confused but happy.

Alfred decided on another easy night of binging Grey Ghost though this time he made the dinner. One of Bruce’s favourites. Once the lad was asleep again he left.

Taking his license plate off and driving the long way around. This time with a special bag in the trunk. Once at his destination he went in the same way as the night before. He got to the bottommost floor and took a deep breath before entering the room.

A rancid smell hit his nostrils. The sun having no one to use the bathroom obviously soiled himself. Alfred turned his nose up at the sleeping man. The gurney moved several inches. Must have been from him trying to get free. The straps had rubbed his skin raw.

He set his bag down on a nearby table and started unpacking. What looked like gardening tools. Along with mechanical ones and with several sharp instructions.

He also took the photos out of his pocket. Including one of the list. He walked to the sub and slapped him awake.

He jerked and startled staring with fear at Alfred. He held the photos up to the man and questioned him. The words they spoke unheard and never known.

At first he shook his head no but Alfred grabbed a took off of the table and did something to the man with it. After awhile he asked him again. His answer seemed to satisfy Alfred.

He put the photos to the side. And grabbed what looked like hedge trimmers. The sub screamed at the sight of them. Alfred made a cutting motion towards his privates and he started crying.

Alfred followed through with his promise and the offending piece rolled and fell to the table. The screaming continued. He put the trimmers down. And moved to grab more tools.

Letting his anger and rage at what he did to those poor children fuel him. By the time his watch read 3am the floor was covered in blood and the man near unconsciousness and covered in blood.

He turned away and finally let himself breathe. He moved to the furnace and opened it. The unrecognizable man on the gurney barely reacted. Scared but to hurt to even cry anymore.

He pushed the gurney into the furnace. He then moved to shove the luggage and then all evidence. He changed into clean clothes and threw the dirty ones in to.

The sub whimpering as his injuries were jarred and his wounds budged. He placed his tools in as well with the bag. To much work and evidence. Basically everything involving the situation.

He closed the door and turned it on. As the fire started roaring the sub let out one last scream as he was engulfed.

As he waited for the furnace to finish he started cleaning the room. He used the supplies under the sink. Once the room was spotless the furnace let out a beep.

He opened the door and pulled out the spotless gurney and put it back where it was. The strap sunburned as they were made out of a special metal.

He pulled out a tray beneath the furnace where everything got vacuumed into. He looked through to see if there was anything identifiable could be found.

He grabbed the burned cleaned tools and remaining metal bits and shoved them into a trash bin next to the furnace.

He then left the room and proceeded to head home after locking up. He got changed into pyjamas and joined a sleeping Bruce on the couch.

The next day when picking the lad up he showed him a flyer stating they are getting a sub for their sub. All students not knowing and the judge trying to hide what the police found.

That night was more normal. Bruce spent the evening teaching the Greek version of the art of war. Wanting to study how the different cultures interpret it.

After Bruce went to bed. Alfred drank a glass of wine while roasting the portrait of his dear old friends.

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That turned out much longer then I thought!

Okay so to clear some things up. Half the class basically didn’t get the special treatment. Nobody was yet touched when Alfred acted. He was grooming them. He was showing them special anatomy videos and other pornography during the meetings which isn’t okay and is messed up. But Alfred was at least glad Bruce wasn’t touched. Hopefully.

Bruce never fully got over this but he did have a lot of confusing emotions from it.

This isn’t the first time Alfred did this. Nor the last. Bruce has a bakers dozen worth of kids. He’s defended them all. If one looked into that trash in the medical room you would see a huge pile of tools.

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