#Like Brucie but only towards Batman

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC X DP Fanfic idea: It's all Fun and Games Kids!

Danny Fenton moves to Gotham.

He moved there not because his parents ran him out of the house. His dad was bawling and begging him to stay while his mother spent three full days writing up different graphs to show how much safer was by nearing by so they could protect him.

(It's not like he still lived with them. Danny had moved out to his own place in amity when he was twenty-five. Moving clear across state lines wasn't much of a difference in his eyes)

He moved there, not because the ectoplasm was high. Ectoplasm is everywhere on Earth, and quite frankly, Gotham's was as polluted as its water was. It made the air spicy.

He moved there not because he was offered an amazing job or a life-changing opportunity. Danny's full-time job was writing novels. They were all based on his adventures in the Ghost Zone -with changed names of course- and were a hit online. He also had all of the Ghost King's gold.

He moved there simply because Danny wanted to.

Something about the city called to him, in a way that said "Hey this could be your home." He visited once for a Humpty Dumpty concert and fell in love with the sights, the people, and the life of Gotham.

Now some people would accuse him of being mad. Those people probably had a rebellious teenage stage where they had done crazy things like sneak out of the house, underage drink, sleeping around, or smoke something.

Danny, when he was a teenager, was fighting for his life and the lives of the ungrateful townspeople.

He didn't get to his rebellious stage. He didn't get his rush of doing something stupid because he was young and thought himself bigger than life.

So here Danny is, living his life as he pleases to make up for it.

He doesn't have to sneak out of his house since he owns it, he rather not drink or smoke (would they even affect him? His healing factor has never been tested against it) and Danny would like to be emotionally attached if he decided to sleep with someone.

What then does a man with too much time, too much power, and not enough bad young person decisions do?

He flirts with Death.

Death just so happens to be Batman-shaped.

Now it's all fun and games. He knows he doesn't have a real chance with Batman- it's Batman. Way out of Danny's league.- but that doesn't mean he can allow himself to fall into stupid situations and be dramatically rescued by the crime fighter.

Now if only his kids weren't so good at their jobs.

"You really should be more careful, Mr. Fenton. This is the third time this week" Nightwing says while untieing him. Danny does his best not to pout at the other. He had been having fun finding the answers to the riddles.

He wasn't at all worried about the fact he was placed over a pool of burning chemicals. He had been tried to a chair that was carefully balanced on overlapping ropes. It wire would snap with each correct answer, until he would fall his demise unless they could outsmart the Riddler.

Danny had gotten five out of ten correct before Nightwing burst through the ceiling.

"I don't mind," Danny says rubbing his wrists. "Better me than someone innocent."

Nightwing's lips purse "You are innocent."

"Yes, but I hardly matter in the grand scheme of things." Danny waves his hand missing the look of distress on the hero's face. He looks around the darkness of the ceiling hoping to spot a certain crouching figure.

"Is Tall Dark and Daddy here with you?" He asks Nightwing when he fails to see him.

"Please don't call him that."

Danny shrugs, suppressing his smile. He twirls back around to Nightwing pulling out a piece of paper from his jean's pocket. "By the way, I found the other victims, hid them in the cellar, and drew a of map of Riddle's bombs for you. You're welcome."

Nightwing stares before carefully taking the map. He taps his ear twice, muttering in a code- for that may be English but sounded like gibberish that it can not be anything else but code- and only after he hears a voice respond back does the hero give a strained smile. "Thank you, Mr. Fenton. This helps a lot."

"You're welcome!" He repeats with a bright smile. It's so odd for his efforts to be appreciated. Odd but nice.

Danny waits for the other to do his Bat-trained disappearing act- sometimes he wonders if Gotham gave her Knights a form of invisibility- but the man remains.

He shuffles his feet uncomfortable and Danny's eyes light up. Oh! Another attempt to get him to stop flirting with his father. What fun~!

"Mr. Fenton.....last week Red Robin rescued you from the Joker. Do you remember?"

"Yes. Red Robin is a great kid."

"A kid....weird for you to call him that when he's only a few years younger than you." Nightwing starts but Danny holds up a hand.

"I'm older than you"

There is a tight frown on the other man's face now. "You are not."

"I am." Danny pulls out his wallet flashing his ID card. The downside to his Ghostly powers is that he seems to be aging at a slower rate- at least physically. His parents theorized that he would take two years instead of the one that his aging required. Not an accurate number but the closest they had especially since both his parents were late bloomers and had baby face.

While Danny might be thirty-eight he appeared to be no older than nineteen.

"Mr. Fenton I don't think you should be carrying a fake-"

"Stay away from my father Harlot!" Robin screeches falling down from the shadows above. He points a very sharp sword at Danny's neck, sneering the whole time. "He has better things to do than rescue a love-struck worthless fool!"

Danny, leans on the top of the sword, eyes drinking into Robin's slight flinch when it cuts his skin a little. This is it. The Rush he had been craving for.

"I don't mean to be kidnapped Robin honest. It just sort of happens in Gotham." He makes his voice and body innocent in a way even Orphan can not tell he is lying. He knows because Clockwork confirmed the last time they met that the girl read his body language just as he wanted her to.

The two ghosts met up regularly to watch his overly "sweet" eyes fluttering and cheerful "Oh Batman you rescued me~!" performances together for a good laugh.

"You lie! You plan for this to happen to try and seduce my Father!"

Huh. The kid was smarter then his foul mouth and snobby behavior looked. Still Danny only had to twist his face into confusion for Nightwing to step in. The other vigilantes pulled the scowling child away, scolding him for harassing frightened civilians.

It was fun to see but nothing beat making polite come-ons to Batman- nothing gross like catcalling but more of overly thankful and dreamy sighs. Maybe he should see what Two-face is up to?

Surely the man would take him hostage and Batman's many children would be too busy to save him thus leading the Dark Knight himself to come to his aid.

Or in a world where Danny Fenton decides that it would be hilarious if he took on a Brucie Wayne persona in Gotham. Complete with a Heart-eyes-it's-beefy-Batman mentality that tricks the Batfam into thinking he is a Himbo who has bad luck for always getting caught up in villain schemes for being at the wrong place and wrong time.

Also, the Bat kids make it their life goal to keep Bruce from rescuing Danny since they do not like watching Fenton flirt with their dad. Even if Bruce himself ignores the boy they can't really threaten him.

Danny Fenton isn't being malicious or anything. He's just a boy with a crush who doesn't know better.

Clockwork is cackling, recording his favorite parts of Danny's interactions with the Bats.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #It's all fun and games kids! #spirit halloween #The Batkids are stressed #Danny pretending to be a Himbo #Like Brucie but only towards Batman #Danny looks young as hell #Bruce is ignoring him for now #Slow burn??? #Maybe???

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

"What the fuck?"

Selina felt that those three words were enough to describe her whole relationship with Bruce Wayne. First as Batman, then as Bruce.

She had thought there might be something between them. Luckily it had passed, and a weird friendship had developed between them. Which might make some people turn up their noses since she was a thief and he was a vigilante but Bruce hasn't been so uptight lately and as long as Selina didn't kill and steal only who deserved it, they were fine.

Still, what the heck?

"Oh, Brucie is growing up," Harley said, all too pleased.

She was upright on the bed, while Pamela sat on the other side trimming her nails, seemingly ignoring the ongoing conversation.

Fuck house arrest for both of them. Why had she accepted? Oh yeah, they were friends.

Alsp, Bruce hoped that with her, Pamela and Harley could direct their impulses towards more correct forms of fighting for their principles, without involving innocent people.

So far it wasn't going to be great, but at least Harley had dumped her clown ex, for good this time, so it was a win.

(Probably more thanks to Pamela than her, but details.)

"Let me get this straight…you, mister, I don't look anyone in the face and if you talk to me for more than five minutes I'll start crying, you want….I can't believe I'm about to say it…learn how to seduce a man."

"Exactly," Bruce replied, as he petted one of Selina's cats.

"Just…why?"

"Who cares?" Harley broke in.

"He finally wants to step outside his boundaries! You have my respect!"

"It's not about going outside my boundaries. It's about planetary security."

"Really?" Selina said, half joking.

"Superman is powerful enough to destroy the planet."

This knocked Harley over, and Pamela finally stopped pretending not to pay attention.

Selina didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or slap him on the head, "Do you want to seduce Superman?!"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To discover his weaknesses and use them against him when his powers drive him insane."

"Wow, talking about trust issues," was Harley's comment.

"I like to be prepared," Bruce said.

"What did the boy scout do to make you fear that he might become world dictator at the slightest provocation?"

The man pouted adorable, and grumbled. Selina still wasn't an expert at translating each other's mumbling but she swore it was something like smiling too much, and I don't trust him, he's got something to hide.

Harley said, "Isn't Superman having an affair with that reporter? Lois Lane?"

"She is General Lane's daughter. A close relationship is not advisable."

"She seems to know him well. Why don't you ask her?"

"She wouldn't answer me, so as not to betray him. Everyone says he's a hero."

"And you obviously don't believe it," Selina suspected.

"No."

"What makes you think he might be interested in men?" Selina asked him.

Harley laughed, "Cupcake, no completely straight man would wear pants that tight."

"Same conclusion I came to."

Oh good. The fate of the world was entrusted to a pair of tight trousers.

"Besides, I've done some research on him, and I might be his type. At least physically. What I lack is the ability to seduce him to lower his defenses and believe me harmless."

"Ability you think we have?" Selina asked, not sure whether to feel offended or not.

"Gotham is very sexist," Bruce said.

"You did your best to manipulate men who thought they knew better."

Pamela smiled, "I'm liking this one."

“I told you Brucie's one of the good ones,” Harley genuinely smiled as she said it.

"And he's a weirdo, like us."

Selina wanted to moan. This is what happens when you make friends with strange vigilantes. She said, "So Superman has a thing for brunettes. Good to know. Have you thought about what to do in case your brilliant plan fails?"

"It won't fail," he said confidently.

"You don't know," she insisted, trying to give him some common sense. A futile undertaking, it was Bruce she was talking to.

"Superman is overconfident. He will fall into the net."

"Definitely not dressed like that honey," Harley commented, taking a long look to Bruce.

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"

"You look like a creepy stalker," Selina said. Army jacket, hat, scarf to cover her face and mascara for her eyes. Bruce was a walking fashion insult. They're definitely going to have to fix his wardrobe, make him wear things that flatter his body and…

Oh god, she was totally on board with that plan, right?

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[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Tiny ideas 2

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1. Danny, in his new and very human black and white vigilante outfit runs past Penguin who had gotten soaked when a car full of hooligans wearing clown masks ran threw a puddle and splashed him.

Danny, not knowing who this was, tapped him on the shoulder as he ran past, running his intangibility through the man and letting the water fall off him, leaving him nice and dry again.

Penguin makes note to pay both back in very different ways.

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2. Phantom, having been exorcisized from Amity Park and essentially banished and unable to return, roams around the multiverse looking for something to do.

Upon coming across the creepiest doll hes ever seen in a trash bin, he decides to mess with some local bat themed vigilantes and possesses the doll.

His first victim is Red Robin. Danny in all his creepy doll glory toddles out from behind a chimney as his target is running across the rooftop in his direction. Birdy stopped dead (heh) and stared at the doll.

Danny picked good. The doll was porcelain and cracked, missing one of its glass eyes and moss growing out of the empty socket and around various parts of its body. Its dress was once a lovely blue or green velvet but was now patchy and worn.

He turned the dolls head around at an unnatural angle to fix its gaze on the vigilante, its frozen polite smile adding to its eerieness, and in a moment of impulse said, "I'll see you soon." In the most creepiest little girl voice he could manage, using his ghost powers to make the words seem to drift upon the air towards the hero.

And just like that, doll Danny was gone.

RR almost frantically contacted oracle, "Did you see that?!"

"RR your signal cut out for a few minutes, backup should arrive soon. What happened?"

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3. Jason has been getting followed around by this wierd kid who is prime Brucie adoption bait. Kid kept jumping out of nowhere without anyone being able to sense him to ask him the weirdest questions (Damian was so startled that he nearly stabbed the kid on reflex. Not that he'd ever admit it).

The questions where things like, "Do you like books? What are your favorites? Can you cook? Do you like red heads? Do you like dogs? How opposed are you to having supervillian in-laws? What if they give you free experimental weaponry? ....how about some laser cannons and a jet?

Jason ends up getting kidnapped by this kid and dumped in from of this pretty girl as the kid tells her, "I went out and got you a boyfriend who won't try to murder you. Don't screw this up!" Before the kid ran out of the room.

Jazz was mortified.

Jason is still on the floor where he was deposited earlier, "So..." he begins, "I heard you like Jane Austin?"

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4. Phantom faked his death in front of the people of Amity Park, just to see how they would react to his passing and kind of in hopes of something changing. He couldn't keep sacrificing everything for these people, after all.

He did not like how the people reacted. Danny had to move away cause if he heard one more person say it was a good thing "that monster" died hes going to hurt someone.

Gotham seemed lovely this time of year and its one place that neither his parents or Vlad would visit. Vlad because if he tried anything at all the worlds greatest detective would ruin him and his parents because they once tried to hunt Batman and Robin only for Batman to terrify them to the point of never returning after they hurt his bird.

Danny got hired at Wayne Tech after submitting a wide range of devices but couldn't do much thanks to still being a minor. Thankfully Mr. Wayne was very generous and kept him housed and fed while he finished his online schooling and graduated early.

(Heavy angst for Danny.)

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5. Danny hadn't seen Cujo in a while, which wasn't too unusual, but it have been a long time since hed seen his puppy and he was overdue a visit.

Danny pulled out his dog whistle, one normally used for emergencies and that Cujo would never ever ignore.

Only...Cujo didn't come. Now Danny goes on a journey to track down his missing dog. Following clues and trails across different realities, dimensions and universes to find his lost dog.

He did not expect to meet a bird themed vigilante along the way, not for them to insist he help him on his quest. Robin seemed very wary of the Infinite Realms the first time he entered them and had tons of questions. But bird boy was great company and Cujo would love him so Danny could deal.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny fenton #batman #tim drake #red robin #yum #body horror #tw: body horror #dolls

[littledead-ridinghood]

I have personal beef with Lobdell's "hence the name, Red Hood" panel when Jason picks up that poor, abused dog in RH:O. Which logically I know is an off the cuff joke but 1. Lobdell likes to simplify Jason and his motives all the time (which he could’ve been doing here) 2. I’ve seen a lot of people say they don’t get why/the connection/deeper meaning/etc. Jason picked his name or 3. people who want Jason to drop RH & pick up a new vigilante identity without (or before) Jason getting his full circle closure

(First: can Jason please have a companion again. And can they be given a real name this time? Not Lobdell’s lazy out? Give that man another dog or fuxk, let him pick up a cat that was abandoned in the rain. Please???)

anyway, main attraction:

Within that spread, Scott Lobdell wrote that Jason picked the name because he's awful at naming things and went with the most basic, obvious choice, Red Hood. This is an incredible disservice to why Jason chose to take his mantle specifically.

Imagine you're Batman, a fledgling vigilante who abides by a strict no-kill moral code. It's your first or so year manning the streets of a massive, corrupt city--Gotham--and you still aren't fully sure of what you're doing. The criminal underworld still isn't even convinced you're real. One of the first big cases you bust, a man who calls himself the Red Hood, dies. you play accomplice to the man falling into a vat of chemicals even as you try to save him. He dies. You killed a man due to your own mistakes.

But you didn't. Not really.

The man comes back under a new name--the Joker--and becomes one of your most prominent enemies. The guilt eats you alive. You dub him your greatest failure. The guilt complex and strengthened moral platitudes refuse to let him die, let alone kill the man. Only "saving him" will relieve you of the grief. Your guilt, your grief, God, your god complex, something is too big for you to admit you can't save everyone including the problems you inadvertently create.

You take in a boy, a ward--Dick Grayson--because the city won’t let a single bachelor like Brucie Wayne adopt him. You’re his brother, you’re his spandex-wearing partner, you’re not his father (he has a father, he doesn’t want you to be his father) but you’re also not not his father; it’s complicated. You didn't want him to turn into you and he creates his own mantle--Robin--to honor his parents.

You and him are partners for many years--Batman and Robin: The Dynamic Duo. Until, one day, The Joker shoots him in the shoulder and he falls off a building on live TV. The city’s populace is upheaved, believing Robin is dead. Demanding Batman be held responsible for his negligence, for even having a underaged partner in the first place. You agree. The field is no place for a child, you decide to keep him so. Robin, the child, is dead, killed by the Joker. Dick Grayson, now a man, is alive and blazing his own trail--Nightwing.

So one child-to-man moves on. And one stays behind. Weeks, months, pass and, you refuse to admit it, you're lonely.

You find another boy--Jason Todd (found in the same location and on the anniversary your parents were murdered in the part of town you only visit once a year)--stealing your tires. Not Bruce Wayne's tires. Batman's tires. He makes you laugh, audaciously so. He takes you down with a tire jack and, God, he’s fast and feisty. (He thought you were going to kill him. You don’t loiter on the thought: it makes your stomach turn). You track him down to retrieve your tires. He tells you he doesn't want to be a criminal, he takes what he needs to survive. He's starving.

You try to stay out of it (all you do is check what happened to his missing dad--murdered--and sick mom--heroin was what got her in the end). You push him towards education. He doesn't trust the cops. He doesn't trust the system. He doesn't trust adults. He hardly trusts you. He tells you about a case, that the school is bad, but believes you only half listen--brush him off like every other person in his life. You follow up. He follows up.

You ask him to be Robin. He accepts.

Later, you adopt him.

Dick's mad at you for giving away his title without asking, to a child nonetheless. (“You said the field was no place for a child!”) You snap at him, say you missed him. (You keep telling Gordan that Jason's no child. That he's seen too much, is more experienced than either of them combined. You don't say this to Dick).

He leaves but he gives Jason his number and his blessing. The kid's torn up about it, you can tell (see the doubt eat him alive of if he should be wearing those colors. Your butler? Your father?--Alfred--tells you to stop comparing the boys--good or not).

That doubt sticks with him. That past experience sticks with him. He urges you to help the poorer parts of the city, especially the places where Batman only visits once a year (The first time he goes back after getting Jason isn’t as bad as all the times before). He fights for his people. He’s tied to Gotham in ways you aren’t. Sees things you don’t. Knows things you don’t. People who can’t stand you, love him.

You keep hearing him crying over his dead mother and watch him lose it against rapists. He advocated for the woman that killed the man who murdered 12 women including her sister even though Batman and Robin aren’t supposed to endorse extra judicial work like that. He breaks a man’s collarbone for taking pictures of naked children. He thinks the “Dress-ups” won’t ever stop because Batman’s only weapon is fear and they aren’t afraid. He once said life’s a game. Monopoly, Bruce assumes he means.

Drugs are easier than rape to catch a man on, and the boy is furious that the perpetrator is only being sent back to his home country. ("he'll just hurt the women over there! He won't stop!" He's in hysterics).

A young woman is dead. The boy found her body. A man falls to his death a man is pushed to his death is dead. The boy was the last one to be with him. You bench him, but you forget that you asked him to be Robin first and a son second.

He runs away. A birth mom--Shelia Haywood, you eventually learn. He's missing. It has to wait. The Joker's out again. You have to prevent your greatest failure from becoming bigger. (He shot Barbara earlier this year)

You leave the boy with his birth mom by the warehouse. You have to go after the Joker. The Joker has killed and killed and killed. Will continue to kill. The boy is dead. He killed the boy. The mother says he was good. He's nothing more than broken bones and mangled limbs. She's...not.

Your greatest failure murdered your boy. His body’s already getting cold when you find hi—the body. The corpse. You hold it. Because it’s an it now, not a him.

You go after the Joker. The pilot is shot. You don't try to kill the Joker, but you don't bring him with you as you jump. The helicopter crashes. You don't even think he's dead; unresolved as per usual.

You failed to protect him. You failed. And he’s dead.

Superman pulls you from the ocean.

You go home and Alfred meets you once you get off the plane. He tells you it's not your fault, the boy had it coming. The murdered boy--a Good Solider, buried next to his bio-mother in Gotham Cemetery--is dubbed your new biggest failure.

Dick's in space and would miss the funeral, so you decide instead to not tell him there was a funeral at all. At least someone will still think Jason’s alive. At least someone will keep Jason alive through their belief. It’s not like Dick’ll find out. They weren’t that close anyway (Dick & Jason or you & him?)

When Dick does eventually find out, because of course he obviously does, he's furious. It's the first time you punch your first Robin. (You don't know it yet, but it won't be the last time, not for Dick and not for some other so-called family members.)

Robin is dead. Far deader than Dick Grayson ever was. He did it to himself. He thought it was a game. Dick doesn’t get it. He was better. He was alive.

(You can’t admit he’s become your son out loud. Hardly even in your head. It’s fine. Dick is the same about your fatherhood. Like father, like son)

You blame it on Jason's death. It changed you. He changed you. It's his fault. Everyone follows suit.

You leave the Joker in a body cast for six months. He gets out again. Luckily you have a new Robin--Tim Drake. He's not Jason. You can see it in his eyes that he knows that's a good thing. Gotham doesn’t even know the second one is dead. They believe Tim’s second one. Gordan even asked if he’s finally hit his growth spurt. 4’6 the death certificate said. That’s okay. No one needs to knows.

(Park Row Crime Alley knows. They know who’s theirs and who isn’t. Batman and Robin aren’t welcomed down there anymore)

(The first anniversary you visit your parents yours and his first meeting spot after Jason’s death feels like Ethiopia all over again)

A blonde girl is Robin now--Stephanie Brown. You tell her she's like Jason. She can tell you mean it as a bad thing but never processes it through her mind. You're trying to lure Tim back. A city-wide gang war wrecks Gotham. She's dead. Tortured by Black Mask and died on the operation table.

There's talk around the underworld, unified under Black Mask, a new gang leader's been making waves for months. You just heard about him tonight (a duffle bag full of heads told you): The Red Hood. You know that name. It’s a punch to the gut. Your first failure.

(“You’re getting slow, old man!)

He did what you've been trying to do for years in a matter of weeks: He overtook the entire Gotham underworld. He’s running circles around everyone. He pits you against the underground, keeps you busy, and he gets what he needs to be done Scot-Free. You hardly ever see him around. Only when he wants you to see him, do you. You don’t like things you aren’t in control of.

He doesn't want anyone dealing to kids. He likes bombs, but they're contained. Implosions, not explosions. He kills and is on par with Batman himself (he cut himself free of your line). Red Hood hangs around Crime Alley ("Park Row!" Jason would always respond), but no one there will rat him out to The Batman. They won't talk to you. Some of them even seem to...like having the Red Hood around.

He’s managed to bring down the crime rate of the entire city. Somehow.

It's raining. You can't tell. Jason's alive.

Jason's. Alive.

Jason'salivejason'salivejason'salivejason'salivejason'saliveason'salivejason'sal--

Jason's alive.

And he's killing people. And he's spitting in the face of your "sanctimonious" moral code. He laughed at you when he murdered someone in front of you. ("Just be happy I only killed the Nazi!") You tell him he doesn't get it. He responds the same.

(“You can't stop crime," he says along the lines of "Not with fear. But me...I'm controlling it.")

Jason's never had enough fear.

And now he's crying with a gun to his murderer's head. He says he’s not talking about the other rogues, just him. Just the Joker. He throws you a gun. You won't do it--can't do it. You need to save the Joker. To prove that you can. You need to save Jason. To show him this isn't the way. You can't have any more failures.

(“He took me from you!”)

Jason's going to do it himself, he says. "If you want to stop me, you're going to have to shoot me. Right in the face."

You can't let anyone die. You can't let the Joker die. It's your mission. There's so much blood. The batarang had to have had to knick the carotid artery in his neck. No one could survive it. The Joker is cackling with glee. You hear it in the walls of your skull. The bomb goes off. You don’t hear that at all.

Oh God. You killed your so—

You’re still gone, you think

You see Jason on patrol sometimes. High collar and still branding himself as Red Hood. There’s a red bat on his chest now. You don’t think it’s a compliment. The East End loves him. Jason still can't let the Joker go. Can’t—won’t move on.

Not till he's dead he says.

Take a moment to imagine yourself as a fledgling vigilante--Batman.

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Anyway my meta turned into a 2nd POV fic????? but like that's not the point. The point is: That’s the impact of why Jason chose the name he did. It’s important to me that you all recognize these full-circle story beats. Do you see my vision?

Jason planned everything when he made his big debut. You don't think that dramatic-ass bastard thought about the name? Jason is mocking Bruce: both his fears and failures as a vigilante.

But that throwaway line is one of those really minor details that really bug me because it's so easy to throw out a panel and say “Jason's bad at naming things Haha" It's much harder to commit to "show, not tell" where writers have to trust their readers to get between the lines and figure out long-term connections.

As well as it's just another way Lobdell undermines Jason's goals in UtRH by saying "He couldn't think of anything else" compared to Winick's Jason who is laughing and mocking Bruce by taking up the mantle of Red Hood. Showing he's not afraid of what happened to him. Spitting in the face of the world that burned him and yelling “I’m still here!” Owning it. He's not afraid of Bruce. And he's definitely not afraid of the Joker.

I want Jason to get a new identity one day too but to do so before Jason ever gets his joker closure cuts his story short. (Which is a creative way of saying it’s never gonna happen unfortunately). I think if he gets one before he finishes the story and closes the cycle, it would be the final nail in the “Jason’s a batfamily member” coffin as it would probably be written as “Jason seeing the error of his ways” rather than for himself moving on to heal for himself.

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #jason todd meta #the joker #sorry I got carried away. it will happen again #I'm literally gonna be sick it makes me so angry #i merged pre and post-crisis together and y'all are going to enjoy it God Damn It #Me? Posting commentary again? In this economy? it's more likely than you think

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

In a World of Boys, He's a Gentleman

Words: 1748

Warnings: references to cheating, name calling, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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This takes place pre Dick. Maybe little bit of being Batman? Basically Bruce is still really known as a playboy, but unlike many of my other ones here, this Brucie is a good boy and isn't gonna cheat because hell nah. I also am having that, like Bruce, Y/N had her own reputation because that just makes sense to me

Also, Y/N is also rich in her own right, which is why there are references of her and Bruce growing up together and other things like that. So yeah, yippee

The swimsuit that Y/N wears is described to be a two piece, but not that it shows skin or not so imagine that however you wish you; if you see it as a bikini or one with a top that covers everything and has bottoms basically making it a one-piece

This is the "Slut!" part of my 1989 event! You can also see this as the one for "Blank Space" since I wasn't doing one fully

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N stood next to Jessica Sturwich as she talked about her husbands new investments. The sun beat down on them as they stood on the yacht that Bruce had recently begun to own. Her eyes drifted around, trying to drown out the sound of Jessica's annoyingly high pitched nasally voice.

She laughed to herself as she saw Elizabeth Bynes in, what she would describe as, a flamingo pink bikini, shamelessly flirting with Bruce. A small smile graced her lips as she saw him throw her a "help me" look.

She looked back at Jessica and gave a small, fake laugh. "I'm sorry, but I'm gonna take my leave now, Bruce is calling me over."

As she turned on her heel and made her way towards him, she tried to not let what Jessica said hit her. "Hey, it's just the guy of the week. Not like you have to do everything he asks."

All she did was turn and shoot her a sweet smile, "Why don't you tell something similar to your husband's mistresses." Before turning back and making her way to Bruce.

As she reached him, she gently grabbed his bicep and kissed his cheek before smiling at Elizabeth. "Betty! I haven't seen you in such a long time! How's your mother?"

She watched as Elizabeth's smile faded. Betty had always been her least favorite nickname, plus Y/N knew that Elizabeth knew that she had been caught.

"She's been well." She watched as Elizabeth glanced at Bruce before looking at her again. "Who knew that the two richest people in Gotham would end up together."

Y/N hummed, "It makes sense." She smiled up at Bruce, who's arm fell down to her waist, before looking back at Elizabeth, "Also helps that he's much better than the other men I've been with."

"Right...and which number is he?"

She felt the way his arm tightened around her waist before he spoke. "I think that it's more of which number she is for me." She listened to his fake laugh before he sighed, "I think that we should finish up here and head back to shore. Why don't you go locate Adam Becker, I'm sure that he'd like you by his side at his gala tonight." He started to push him and her away, "See you later."

The two of walked away, out from the sight of everyone, before she leaned her head into his chest. Small tears gathering in her eyes. She hated the words that were always said about her. Even if they weren't lies, she did go from guy to guy...person to person. But she didn't sleep with them all. Only...at most half. Many of them weren't even relationships she had wanted. They were relationships her family had put her with.

But this...this wasn't it. This was one she had wanted.

Bruce gently kissed the top of her head before mumbling against her hair. "We don't have to go tonight." He tightened the grip around her waist, "We can stay at the manor, swim in the pool under the moonlight." She smiled against his bare chest as he rubbed circles into her lower back, his thumbs occasionally toying with top of her swim bottoms. "I could tell Alfred to leave us alone and we could just...be grown adults, alone, in a big pool."

She giggled before looking up at him, "As fun was that sounds." She gently grabbed his arms from behind her, moving them in from to hold his hands. "But we promised to be there. I already told my parents to not go cause I'd be there on their behalf."

He sighed, "Well...always can do that afterwards."

"Are you trying to get me to have sex in a pool, Mr. Wayne?"

He shrugged, "Not like you've never done it before."

"You wound me."

He smiled innocently, "Nothing around about that sweetheart."

She carefully moved from him as the bell rang that they were back at the port. "I think that I will meet you at yours before the gala tonight Mr. Wayne."

He gave her a lovesick smile as she walked away, "See you tonight, Miss. Y/L/N."

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Y/N stood next to Bruce as he talked to Lex Luthor. She adjusted her stance every once and a while, attempting to ignore all of the eyes on her. She knew why they were there, after all, she always ended up breaking up with guys at the third gala she went to with them. This was their third.

Everyone was expecting it to happen...but it wasn't going to.

"Y'know, I was surprised to hear that you and Miss. Y/N Y/L/N were together." She turned her head back to the other man, a small smile on her face as Bruce held her tighter. "Maybe you'll be the one to tie her down."

Her smile faltered and she move uncomfortably as the words left Lex's mouth. But before she could cover her uncomfortability with an awkward joke, Bruce came in. "I don't see it as tying down as much as I see it as me possibly being someone she finds safety in."

She looked up at him with a smile, a real happy smile, as she leaned into him. He was right. For the first time in years, she felt like she could be herself with him. Be...not the dumb rich girl she had pretended to be for so long.

She had been so lost in her own world that she hadn't realized that Bruce had pulled her away from Lex and the rest of the crowd until she felt her back collide with a wall and he brought his hand to her face gently.

"You were upset. What happened?"

She sighed "People were staring."

"And?" He leaned in and kissed her, "You look so fucking gorgeous tonight, of course they're going to."

"But that's not--"

"You're all dressed up, let them stare."

She allowed her lips to form a small smile, "We're both dressed up, so I guess...I guess they might as well be looking at us."

He smirked, "Really?"

"And...I think, maybe for once, it might be worth being called a slut." She leaned in before whispering, "Or maybe I'm just drunk."

He tilted his head to the side in confusion his lips opening slightly, as if he was about to say something. But they closed before a gently smile and look fell upon his face. "Why don't we go back out there, hm?"

She smiled gently and nodded, "Okay."

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Y/N laughed at the front page of the newspaper as Bruce came and wrapped his arms around her. She lifted the paper for him to see and soon enough his own chuckle filled the air. "World renowned rich, billionaire, heiress, and slut; Y/N Y/L/N looks like she might have actually fallen in love with billionaire and philanthropist Bruce Wayne as she gave him this look last night at Adam Becker's charity gala. Has she really found the one or is this just her current boy of the month?" He looked down at her, "What do you say?"

She hummed, "I think that they looked at my drunk expressions and try to read my mind."

He kissed her temple before speaking, "I mean to say, you hardly had anything to drink to drink last night. What did you mean by being drunk?"

She smiled up at him, "Not from alcohol." She tilted her head to the opposite side of his, allowing her lips to ghost the shell of his ear. The words leaving her mouth before she meant to let them, her still half asleep mind not fully thinking. "I meant drunk from love."

She felt herself and him freeze, both of them processing what she had just said. The L word. Something she had contemplated saying for so long, but kept convincing herself to not to out of fear for what he would say just slipped out of her lips.

But instead of anger or him laughing at her, his lips formed a smile. "You love me?" She silently nodded and he turned her around before kissing her intensely. He pulled away, but only to put his forehead onto hers. "I love you too."

It led to her swallowing hard, "But what if it blows up in our faces...in your really pretty face?"

He shrugged, "Then it does." He kissed her gently before brushing hair from her face, "I love you so much. I was just scared that you didn't."

"And I was scared that you didn't love me."

He smiled, "I guess we're just two idiots."

She smirked slightly, "Two slutty idiots."

He laughed and nodded, "Yes, two very slutty idiots."

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Y/N sobbed as she held onto her stomach, trying to comfort herself. She knew she shouldn't let it affect her, but she couldn't help it. She tried to ignore the television as it played the news channel talking about Bruce with another woman last night. She sobbed, she knew Bruce. But it didn't that she knew that everyone wanted him. But she knew it was just one of those issues when someone was at the right place at the wrong time...or maybe this case it was wrong place, right time.

She barely heard the door to the bedroom click before she felt Bruce's arms wrap around her, whispering into her ear that it was okay. She sobbed into his shoulder. She didn't understand why this was hurting her in the way that it was.

"I'm so sorry baby, I tried to push her off of me before. Please believe me. I'll...I'll do anything to prove it to you."

She breathed shakily, "I believe you. I just...I don't know why this is hurting me the way it is."

He moved to gently take her head in her hands to make her look at him. "Because...this is the longest real relationship either of us have had." He brushed hair from her face, "Trust me when I say that I never want to hurt you. Not on purpose at least."

She nodded and buried her head against his shoulder as he held her tightly. She refused to let him go. Refused to let him get away from her.

She refused to let him go as it felt like he was one of the only gentlemen in a world full of boys.

#bruce #wayne #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #batman #batman x reader #batman imagine #dc #dc x reader #dc imagine #x reader #imagine #z's 1989 event

[iowriteswords]

Lex Learns Batman's Identity - Preview Snippet from Flightless Birds Part 4

Lex has known Bruce Wayne for most of his life. They used to get dragged to the same boring parties, until Bruce’s parents died. (He’d disappeared for several years after that—he was too young to attend social events alone, and no one wanted to invite his guardian, who was a butler.)

Neither of them had fit in with the other kids, who’d thought that Lex was mean and Bruce was weird. This could have made them friends if they hadn’t shared their peers’ opinions of each other; as it was, they disliked each other more than the other kids disliked either of them.

He remembers one gala he’d been dragged to, the boys had been trying to set up some kind of game. One kid, he didn’t remember who, had decided, “And Lex and Bruce will be the bad guys.”

Lex hadn’t cared what his role was—he’d play the game to make the night go a little quicker, and when it was over he’d spend the rest of the summer with his mom. But Bruce had turned red and stomped his feet and insisted, “I’m not a bad guy.”

They were at an impasse. Eventually, Oliver Queen intervened. He often did, then, for obnoxious child Bruce, and later, for a very different but equally obnoxious teen Brucie, when he was old enough to come to parties without the uninvited butler. (When Bruce was six, Lex had watched him bite a man for calling him Brucie. At sixteen, it was how he introduced himself.)

“We don’t need two bad guys,” Oliver had said. “Bruce can be on my team.”

The game went on. It was a night like many others. But Lex is picturing that Bruce, tiny, red faced, indignant, insisting, “I’m not a bad guy,” when the epiphany hits.

He looks across the room at his son. His son, who now trusts him enough to do homework in his office, instead of meeting in public. His son, who’s dating, of all people, Bruce Wayne’s son.

“Kon?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you dating Batman’s son?”

Kon stares at him. There’s that split second pause that Lex knows means he’s about to lie. “No,” he says, speaking very slowly, like he thinks Lex is stupid, “I’m dating Tim. You know that.” He pauses. “Does Batman even have kids?”

“I suspect he has seven of them. Named Tim, Jason, Dick, Cassa—”

Kon bolts out of the room at superspeed.

Well. He left his homework—he’ll be back.

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It takes Kon two hours to come back. When he does, he knocks on the front door instead of the office window, and he has Tim with him.

“You forgot your homework,” Lex says. He walks back toward the office, confident the kids will follow him. He’s not about to have some sort of confrontation with a teenager in the front hallway.

Kon sits down. “Tim’ll talk to you when he’s ready,” he says, then resumes his homework.

Tim stares at Lex for a long moment, leaning against the back of Kon’s armchair. Lex waits. He’s had enough encounters with Tim by now to realize pushing him is utterly impossible.

“I was born in a different world,” he says, finally. “Six of the seven of us were. That’s why all my paperwork is fake.”

“Batman brought you here?”

“Yeah. In my world—in my world you paid a psychopath to torture me for three weeks. I was fourteen.”

Kon’s hand snakes around the side of the armchair to grab Tim’s. Otherwise, he seems occupied with his homework.

“At the end of those three weeks, my kidnapper and my world’s Batman were both dead, I was insane, and you were the president of the United States.”

“You killed him,” Lex says.

“Yeah.”

Kon’s hand squeezes Tim’s; Tim squeezes back.

“Batman’s my dad. You aren’t going to ruin another world for me. Because you love Kon. And Kon loves me.”

“I’m not going to ruin anything for you, Tim,” Lex says. He’s trying to picture an even younger version of the very young man in front of him killing Batman. It’s an unpleasant image.

“I knew Bruce flunked gym on purpose,” he says, hoping to lighten the mood.

All the tension goes out of Tim, and he smiles. “He only did it to upset you.”

Kon comes around the chair to stand pressed close to Tim. “Okay?” he asks.

“Okay,” Tim says.

Kon smiles at Lex. “Congrats on being the second smartest person in the room. Tim figured it out when he was nine.”

“Well, accounting for universal variants—”

“Oh, this world’s version of me beat you to it, too.”

Lex decides to ignore that. He checks his watch. “We have dinner reservations. Tim, you’re welcome to join us.” He’d rather have a tag-along than wait for Kon to fly him back to Gotham. And they’d probably miss the reservation. Kon doesn’t fly as quickly as Superman—Lex’s contribution to his genetics, unfortunately.

#my writing #batfic #batman fanfiction #flightless birds

[omegaversebookshelf]

BatFamily: Omegaverse Edition

I have been recently re-hit by my enduring, overwhelming love for these anxious, extremely competent, disaster humans. So I'm making this post to cope with the Feelings.

This is just going to be a breakdown of the gender designations I usually give each member of the family, and why, the short version, because there's a lot of them. (Does include some more peripheral members, the only requirement to be included here is to be part of the core cast really)

I might do more in-depth posts for them on an individual basis at some point in the future.

Also this post is p much ship-neutral, with some acknowledgements of canonical relationships.

In age order...

Talia: (Becuase she is actually the oldest rip) Talia is an omega. Her relationship with Ra's in the comics is in a large part defined by his despair that she would be the perfect heir "were she not a woman" (pause for eyeroll) (Ra's is an alpha, of course. He doesn't get a full section because fuck him) This is just that scaled up. She also took control of multiple criminal organizations partly by weaponizing her femininity (but mostly by killing people and we love that for her). This also adds some layers of complication to her relationship with Damian. And also the rest of the Bats and Birds but Damian is the one she cares about.

(Also like, on a more serious note, the absolute character assassination she has undergone during her run time is horrific in a way that is very much centered around her identity as a woman, and specifically a woman of color, and I cannot in good conscience ignore that. Fuck Grant Morrison. All my homies hate Grant Morrison)

Alfred: Alfred is an alpha. Yes, I know most fics have him as a beta but I firmly believe alpha fits more with both his backstory (military and theater) and character (very protective and willing to get lethal with it.) He's a very low-key alpha, who, as the Wayne family butler, most people assume to be a beta, but his is very much an alpha.

Bruce: I write Bruce as a beta. Brucie Wayne is the epitome of non-threatening himbo and being a neutral beta helps with being not taken seriously as a danger. It also adds a wider layer of disguise for Batman, since the general consensus is that Batman has to be an alpha. (Also lets me have the trinity be "one each"* and that makes me happy. They’ll get their own post together soon)

Beta Bruce also means he gets to be consistently flummoxed by his children’s situations. He is more comfortable with alpha things, since both Alfred and his parents are/were alphas so they’re more familiar to him.

Selina: An omega. (As you can tell, Bruce may or may not have a bit of a weakness for omega women who don't take anybody's shit XD) Selina is an archetypal femme fatal (though also so much more) couldn't have her be anything else. This also adds to her reputation in Crime Alley, both in the sense of building herself into a serious faction and in her reputation as a safe space for strays.

Barbara: An alpha. More independent than the rest of her generation, only a Bat on her own terms and has never worked for Batman, only with him. As Oracle, who most people never meet in person, she is fairly genderless, though very much fem-presenting, but that counts a bit less in an omegaverse context.

Dick: Dick Grayson is an omega, the tendency towards being flattened into "sexy golden retriever and support of the family" and ignoring of the very real complexity in his character and storylines? he couldn't be anything else. (No, I'm not salty, don't @ me) Robin is genderless/gender neutral, Nightwing is an omega. (Titans era Dick Grayson did not give a flying fuck, as appropriate for a run about teenagers figuring out who they are in the world.)

Cass: I usually write Cass as either a beta or an omega. Part of her character is how she is deceptively non-threatening at first glance while being able to absolutely wipe the floor with the majority of her opponents. I usually lean beta for her, because I think it adds to her bond with Bruce. She has very firm connections with Babs, because of her support and care, so giving her that kind of mirror to Bruce helps balance out that relationship. It also allows for the continuation of Beta Batman in the Future. (Because Cass absolutely should be the next Batman I have been saying this for a decade and I stand by it)

Jason: Jason is an alpha. There is just something about the particular flavor of non-toxic masculinity that comes with Jason’s character that I think lends itself to this very well. Also something something expectations of violence and choices.

Stephanie: Steph is an omega. When I was first figuring these out (back in like, 2016-ish) I went back and forth between beta and omega for her before ultimately coming down in favor of omega. On the shallow side, it allows for the three main batgirls to hit each gender option. On the character history side I think it fits her teen pregnancy storyline she had. And it just fits her particular story imo. She fought literally everyone to be a vigilante. Everyone in her life has told her no at some point.

Tim: Works well with any gender, I usually opt for beta!Tim just because I think it lends itself well to his general perception as Bruce’s mini-me (despite how far from the truth that is in some significant ways). Usually if I’m not writing him beta I’m writing him alpha.

Duke: Duke I lean towards alpha both because it helps balance the family out (the perils of being the newcomer) and also I have a fondness for “chill but also absolutely unhinged” characters as alphas. Also, in a similar way to Jason, his gender means people tend to assume/underestimate how much his intelligence is involved in what he does (intersectionality also hits hard here let’s be real). I just really like the idea of Jason and Duke sending like, crossword puzzles back and forth to each other as a weird form of bonding okay.

Damian: Imma be honest Damian is who I go back and forth on the most. Any option gives a good story for his character, they’re just all different ones. Baby Damian would consider being an omega something to be ashamed of, being an alpha proof of his superiority, and being a beta merely acceptable (and maybe a way to relate to his father). As he grows into the person he is now, it would be either accepting his own worth, or accepting the worth of others, and figuring out how his gender identity and the social roles that come with it play into who he is as a hero and as a person.

I adore Damian so much. When I first was getting into comics he and Dick were just wrapping up their stint as Batman and Robin and they hold a special place in my heart.

Genetically, all three options are possible for him, his mother is an omega, his father a beta, and at least three out of four grandparents are alphas.

#omegaverse #dc comics #Batfamily #Bruce Wayne #talia al ghul #selina kyle #dick grayson #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #jason todd #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #rain rambles

[channajen]

Chapter Six of "Fly Like a Bat" is now posted!

Summary: Batman and Red Hood have a -discussion- about Danny at the Watchtower. Then, Danny shares a bit about himself. Later, at Wayne Manor, there is bonding.

Teaser below cut:

Bruce glanced towards the boy and then at Jason. “Danny originally appeared as a teenager, approximately the same age as you were when you were…gone. If you were cloned at that time, then it means he was artificially aged to some degree.”

Jason’s voice wavered a bit. “That was only seven years ago! Why did he look like a teen before he got shot and then change?”

“Perhaps the concentrated Lazarus water in those weapons reverted Danny’s body to its actual age, instead of its enhanced age. Or it is possible that the weapon reverted Danny to a state in which he was the most stable.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! That kid can’t be more than four or five now!” Jason started pacing again, this time he was moving faster and shaking his head.

Batman clamped down on his emotions. If he did not keep tight control, things would get…messy. “His mind has likely been affected by the changes to his biology. We’ll need to keep that in mind when we have him scanned for trackers, mental traps, mind control, and any other threats.”

“Danny is NOT a threat!”

“You can’t know that. Just his presence here is proof that Ra’s is up to something. We need to find out what.”

“And you’re going to do that how? By rummaging through a little boy’s head?” Jason was spitting mad now.

“He was a teen up until a short while ago.”

Jason wanted to punch Bruce right in the fucking cowl. “You don’t know what that weapon did to his mind. I cannot believe you would let someone go mucking around in a child’s brain—especially one that has just been through hell!”

“J’onn is very skilled at what he does. I do not believe it will cause any difficulties for the boy.”

“You don’t believe…” Jason mocked his father, then he scoffed. “Who gave you permission to make decisions for the kid anyway? I should have more say-so than you.”

Bruce sighed and pinched his nose through the cowl. “Hood, this is neither the time nor the place. Can we just table this discussion for now?”

“I think it should definitely be on the discussion table now. If his age-loss is irreversible, then he is going to need a guardian…”

“I am aware.”

“Oh, let me guess…Brucie Wayne is going to adopt another lost soul?”

“Would it be so horrible to have him as your brother instead of having him as your son?”

The thought brought tears to Jason’s eyes. He pulled off his hood and wiped his face on his sleeve. He wanted to look his father in the eyes when he answered. “Yes. Yes, it would. You don’t understand. I gave up my life for the opportunity to connect with my blood mother, and you don’t think I’d do the same for my own son??”

#danny phantom #batman #dp x dc #jason todd #justice league #wayne family adventures #bruce wayne is a good father #protective jason todd #de aged danny

[apocalypse-shuffle]

JASON TODD | RED HOOD (generalized fanon | wfa)

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“Past The Time till Midnight” (Jason Todd & Fem!Reader)

| Jason’s a no good bastard and now you’re bored out of your mind.

| SFW, galas, mild(?) discrimination, -platonic!reader & queer!reader

| Could be pre-relationship if you want, I suppose. Background!(Rose Wilson x Jason Todd) & (Rose Wilson x Fem!Reader)

| Pic source — Batman: Wayne Family Adventures webtoon)

| 2k+ words

You’d had zero clue up until tonight just how fun draining a New Year's Eve gala could be. Honestly, you're upset you had to gain the knowledge through first hand experience too, but that only translates to you hip checking Jason when you make your way back to him.

He lets himself rock sideways the tiniest bit for your benefit. You roll your eyes.

“I thought you said this would be fun?”

You pass one of the drinks in your hands to him and he pockets his phone - whatever urgent call dealt with for now.

“Oh did I?” He nods in thanks then knocks back the flute of champagne. “I lied.”

You suck your teeth, “I fucking hate you.”

A burst of brief snickers is all that proclamation provokes.

With a sigh you cross your arms, sipping at your drink at a far more acceptable pace as you people watch.

Jason and you both are largely out of the way by design. You were of the vast majority of people who didn’t see the fun in being scrutinized by droves of rich socialites for hours on end, and Jason was…Jason.

He maybe showed up to two of these things a year - and never without extensive weedling and bribery from some other one of the bats (though noticeably never by Bruce himself who was almost always the host of the Galas that Jason bothered to show his face at).

Two ladies throwing small looks your way, giggling and laughing, catch your interest on your sweep of the ballroom. You squint.

It’s you who redirects Jason’s attention towards them with an elbow to the side. He makes a low irritated sound that makes you laugh but doesn’t even retaliate before following your gaze.

When he does his eyes briefly light up with recognition. Instantly you perk up too.

Finally, something interesting.

The both of you glance at each other - a grin spread across his face and a raised brow on yours - before moving in tandem towards the other duo without another word.

The women straighten, standing impossibly taller, smiles losing their genuity, as you close in on them.

“Hi,” Jason reaches out to take the shortest of the two’s offered hand. He doesn’t bend down to kiss it though, just holds it until the woman frowns at his lack of kiss then let’s go. “We saw you laughing and couldn’t help but want to join in on the fun. These things can be so uneventful sometimes.”

“Oh! Of course.” She laughs, high and melodic and fake, “Any son of Thee Brucie Wayne is always welcome to join!”

“Great.” Watching Jason’s crowd smile spread across his face is fascinating. “No problem telling me what gossip had you laughing and saying my name then? I like to get ahead of the press.”

He caps the sentence off with a jovial shrug, smile still in place, and it works. Even with their reservations in place - and the fact Jason’s never left his pure disdain for the likes of them secret - they don’t seem to catch that they’re walking into a trap, their smiles broadening. Jason has somehow managed a very distinct balance between alarming and painfully boyish and it’s actually working.

If this is what he always looked like when he did this song and dance in the helmet you were going to clown the hell out of him later.

“Well alright, but we were just talking gossip like girls do.”

You exchange another rapid fire look and Jason’s grin dips teasingly, eyebrows raising.

His look says, “You're up. Bet you can’t do better.”

You grit your teeth just long enough he catches your acceptance, then force the corners of your mouth up.

“Oh yeah, about what?” You look between both women. Jason’s already bracing himself, expertly masking his amusement.

Clare laughs in that airy way these types love so much.

“Me and Linda were just discussing how…fitting it is that two people from your backgrounds would come together under the Wayne name.”

“A wonderful coincidence really,” Linda nods along. Any faster and you think her head will fall off. You wonder if it would look like those mannequins that get knocked over at the mall.

You shake your own head, adopting a bewildered expression. “I’m sorry I’m just not seeing what’s so funny. Could you explain?”

Jason chokes - on what? you don’t know - beside you and dissolves into a short coughing fit. You reach around without looking away from your companions to pat him on the back, silently handing him the rest of your drink.

Clare makes an aborted motion as Linda coos uselessly at Jason.

“Well,” she clears her throat, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Well. It’s not funny per say. I think you may have misinterpreted - um, confused - our reactions. We just think it’s sweet that two…um…uh…. disenfranchised people managed to meet and get so close after being helped by Bruce. That’s all hun.”

You're not her ‘hun’ and you want to burn the patch of skin she touches when she pats your arm. A reminder to settle down; like a half trained dog stepping out of place.

Your teeth grind together but you maintain your open expression, saying your next words cheerily.

“Oh! Girl, I’m not ‘disenfranchised’,” you laugh, head thrown back for a moment and all, before dropping your head to look her in the eye, “I’m just black.”

Instantly the laughter Clare had joined in on peters off into silence on her end. She stares at you a little blankly. You smile, continuing, “Yeah, and I - uh - just met Bruce Wayne today actually, but I do think I get what’s funny now. Now I know you’re just as fake as your smile…and your personality too, probably. Hell, I’d even be willing to bet that whatever charities you deign to donate to you bad mouth on the side too. Gotta keep up appearances though, right?”

Clare goes beet red and Linda freezes, her little smile and nod deal etched in place.

Clare sputters, brows furrowing in an especially non flattering way in a bid to find something to respond with.

Jason hums lowly, gesturing idly with your now empty glass and her mouth snaps shut like a snapping turtle with a baby’s finger in its clutches. “And I think the word you were looking for was ‘homeless’, Nats.”

Clare doesn’t respond, she stops doing much of anything in fact, only getting redder by the second in the face of Jason engaging directly with her. Wayne influence was strong enough that everyone wanted to gossip about them but no one was willing to say a damn thing to their faces about it it seems.

You can’t help the little grin that realization pulls out of you. The way your heart starts to race alongside it makes it hard to tell whether you want to spit in her uppity little face or laugh in it.

Ultimately you don’t get a chance because Jason’s face rapidly shifts from that deceptive boyishness to a sneer that’s very skillfully hidden behind his own even nastier grin.

“I don’t like you Nats, you know that, and we’ve blown up about this before so I don’t want to hear any more of your shitty justifications trust me,” he pauses purely because he’s just that dramatic, huff of laughter falling past his lips, “but you know who would like to hear them?”

Clare scowls, lip upturning. “Who Wayne?”

His sneer drops and all that’s left is that grin. Still just as nasty but clearly mocking. “Vickie would. And she’s always begging for an interview with the previously estranged ‘disenfranchised’ son of Bruce Wayne. She’d eat up every word out of my mouth.”

Jason doesn’t wait for a response, just grabs you by the hand and leaves her horrified face and Linda’s meek cries of: “Jason please,” behind.

You blow out of there so fast that Jason eventually ends up having to catch up with you, long strides barely holding a candle to you fleeing the scene like there’s an active fire up under your ass.

“Don’t bring me back to one of these, Jason.”

“Gotcha.”

“I mean it.”

“I know,” he waits a beat, “and I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not.”

“She insulted you too.”

“Yeah but I’m used to rich people’s inability to feel real human emotion, and even more familiar with Clare Nats’ particular brand of it.”

“Fine.” You step over someone's jewelry laying on the floor. You turn back to your friend after giving the diamonds and gemstones a good glance. “And that was definitely a tie by the way.”

“Sure,” he starts leading you towards the other end of the ballroom. “You want something to drink? I need a drink. Hate name dropping Bruce like that; makes me itch.”

You also already knew that from first hand experience; watching him act like he’d quite literally broken out in hives after needing to pull out his father’s name to get through a hospital of all places faster. Steph was hurt so obviously he’d done it but he’d scratched the whole way to the floor she was being held at in Gotham General like he honestly couldn’t help himself. You hadn’t laughed then and certainly haven’t brought it back up to laugh at him after the fact, but you think about it often.

It was a really good pick me up out of context, how could you not?

The two of you hit the bar like sea drifters catching sight of land for the first time in ages, more so because of Jason than you though. You weren’t nearly that thirsty; just dragged along.

He grips the lip of the bartop hard and flags down the bartender. He’s forcing the coolness in his voice, in his posture, when he orders but it’s not like they’d know that.

“Who is Clare exactly?” You gesture to him, unimpressed. “And is Bruce gonna be pissed you mouthed off or something? It’s not like you just ended all prejudice around the world and now he’s got nothing left to fight for or some shit. Why are you drinking?”

“Fuck you, I do not need his ‘okay’ to talk to people.”

You roll your eyes, “Then why, Jason?”

He glares over his shoulder at the way you accentuate his name, roughly emphasizing the vowels, but you don’t do anything more than stare back.

“Nats and I grew up at the same time and she had a lotta opinions about my adoption back then, but I’m mainly irritated cause they’re gonna start…gossiping now.”

You laugh.

“Aww is the big bad outlaw scared of a few blog articles now? I’ll make sure to keep that in mind for when we go up against some asshole with a gossip column.”

The shot of tequila comes, no chaser, and Jason snatches and downs it in one fluid motion. You cringe just as he brings his head down to look at you, pointing with his hand still occupied by the little glass.

“You are…the worst.”

Your facial expression widens; eyes getting big, brows rising towards your hairline, mouth agape - the whole nine yards.

“Me?” You tutt, “I know you fucking lying. You can’t expect me to take your fear of women who sit in front of keyboards while probably sipping on lattes seriously? Come on, man.”

“It’s not just- It’s not just the keyboards okay? It’s the whispers. I don’t give two shakes of a rat’s ass about what these 10% assholes think of me, but having all their attention…”

You find yourself nodding (and mercifully skipping over the rat comment) and hum quietly. “Alright, when you put it like that I guess I get it.”

Jason grunts, sliding the shot glass closer to the opposite edge of the counter, “Yeahhhh. I hate when this happens.”

The bartender takes the glass without even stopping in their rush to the couple flagging them down and you squint.

“Aren’t you 19?”

“Twenty; and nobody asks questions when it could mean they won’t get paid at rich people parties.”

“How very criminal,” you say. You wait for that to - predictably - get a smile out of Jason before jostling him. “Now come on.”

He follows you easily when you walk away, catching up to you almost immediately now your gait is calmer.

“Where are we going?” Jason’s hands shove into the expensive pockets of his suit pants.

You get part way up the first flight of stairs leading to the second floor till you answer him.

“We’re gonna make Bruce do something embarrassing so everyone’s too busy talking about him to remember you exist.”

“Gee,” Jason scoffs, “you sure got a weird way of showing you love me.”

“It’s in spite of how lame you are, trust me.”

Once you get past the stairs Jason automatically takes the lead and steers you towards the east wing of the house.

You’re both rummaging in the attic for anything sufficient for the combined goal at hand, and you’ve got a mesh bag of brightly colored marbles in your palm, when Jason stops searching and turns to you with a grave look on his face.

For your part you stop too, facing him fully with the bag bouncing in one of your hands.

“Hey, in all seriousness I’m sorry again, yeah? My plan was for us to be bored together, not angry together.”

You can’t help the way your eyes roll. “We literally made the decision to go screw with them, because they were talking about us, to-ge-ther. Chill out.”

For half a second Jason looks like he’s legitimately fighting the urge to flip you off - or set Artemis on you during y’all’s next sparring session - but ultimately he just ends up shaking his head at you.

His lips undeniably quirk in the low lighting you guys are working with though so you’ll call that a win.

“Alright yeah. The way she changed colors was pretty funny.”

“Wish I’d gotten a picture,” you add, nodding.

The two of you glance at each other before bursting out into laughter.

After that coming up with a plan to fuck with Bruce - and Tim, per Jason’s added stipulation - takes barely anymore time.

Although—

Conspicuously you check the time on your phone and when 11:53 flashes up at you you grin.

“Hey, do you know if Rose is still here?”

Jason’s brows furrow, but he shrugs at you as he’s looking out over the grounds. He thinks Bruce is entertaining people outside right now and is doing his best to locate him from afar.

“Pretty sure she is. Why?”

It’s then that he turns to you and whatever flashes through your eyes gives you away apparently because then he’s practically wagging his damn finger at you.

“You better—”

“—You better hope I don’t get to her before the clock strikes,” you cut him off.

A beat passes where Jason clearly digests the challenge issued and then you’re both fighting to get through the little door that leads to the attic.

Your plans for Bruce - and Tim - could wait for later.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

This feels slightly all over the place, but whatever. Mind any typos I will catch them later.

Ending off yet another year with a Jason Todd fic. Till next year Lovelies!!!🧡

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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[louff4tw]

A church bought 3mil worth of debt for 15k and basically wiped it clean for the people who owed. I now have a Headcannon that especially since Bruce became a billionaire. He would spend 1Mil at least in a year to buy around 200mil worth of debt and abolish it.

And a extra 1Mil on debt at Christmas.

And that he spends his free time spending on go fund mes and kick starters. Dude probably has a whole shelf full of Kickstarter stuff. And tries to only buy from small businesses.

Even the super fancy clothing stores he avoids. His suit shop is a local one. Been in business since his grandad. And only one shop ever.

Bet when he goes to the met Gala he finds a startup fashion designer. Buys his own ticket and promotes them. Especially if they are from Gotham. But I like to imagine world wide.

I bet he built a supermarket to keep foods and other stuff costs down so that super centres like Walmart. Didn’t force small businesses out and then raise prices. Same with fast food. Bet he helped build bat burger at least a little.

Bet he has donation stores where the prices are actually low and not ridiculous like $5 for a half empty bottle of lotion that originally was $2. And the only reason it costs money at all is to pay employees and building costs. He makes almost no money from these.

Bet he also has apt buildings near hospitals free for family’s with sick relatives not even just kids.

And that all retirement homes and special needs homes are really affordable.

This is my Batman. The one who helps at night as Batman and as Brucie during the day! Bet he pulls a John Cena and does a lot of make a wish. Except he pays and tells make a wish to put that money towards other kids.

Bet each of his kids help come up with charity ideas like helping with foster care. After school programs. Library’s. Shelters for animals. For humans. Halfway homes to help the homeless find stability.

Here’s a really personal one. He does hundreds of family Christmas baskets a year. We grew up in poverty and we never forgot that kindness

#I just want a b man who helps #batman #batfam #bruce wayne #brucie wayne

[dceuheadcanons]

I've been asked to talk more about my "Bruce Wayne has OSDD-1B" post, so I will be doing just that!! I will elaborate on further details about each headmate in the future. Feel free to see my last post on this if you have not already.

So far I've noticed that there are at least five headmates. Batman, B, Brucie, Bruce Wayne, and Mr Wayne.

Batman started forming the night his parents were shot, and his memory also starts there. He cannot remember his childhood pre-ten. He's a protector of sorts, but he also holds the rage. He's the most intelligent of the bunch, what with being the "World's Greatest Detective" and all. He is slow to trust people, but he believes that there is good in everyone. That is why he does not kill. Though that wasn't originally the case, he saw the worst in everyone for a decade or so, his viewpoint changed when he took in Nightwing. Every part of him has patrolled as Batman, the cowl belonging to them all partially because of his obliviousness towards his disorder, but he is the one made to be Batman.

B is the father. He formed for the singular purpose of being a parent. None of the others were prepared for such a task. He has great care for his children, despite failing in places due to the awful example his own father set. He would kill for any one of them. He was the one that endeavoured to kill The Joker when Red Hood was murdered. He doesn't take kindly to anyone he loves being harmed.

Brucie is the playboy. Everyone knows that. He doesn't take much seriously, he flirts with everyone (of appropriate age) that he meets, he does drugs, and he's an alcoholic. But he's the one that's been around the "longest". He remembers his entire childhood. He deals with his grief and trauma with hypersexuality and substance abuse. He's the least honest of the bunch and absolutely hates people seeing him as sad or weak. But he commonly accompanies Batman on patrols. He's good with words and good with people, able to manipulate and redirect effortlessly. He's the one that goes on out-of-costume intel missions. He's the one fucking all his rogues! He has the lowest iq of the bunch, but he's still considered a genius by his score.

Bruce Wayne is the child. The child that "died in the alleyway with his parents". In systems, these are commonly called littles. They're used to cope with high stress situations, but he is never usually left alone. If left alone he's quiet, flinches at loud noises, distrusts adults, and will be willing to beat the shit out of anyone that disrespects his father's name. If you do manage to get him to trust you, he will talk about things that he liked in childhood. Pokémon, Sonic Underground, classical literature, etc. He was born in the 90s in my AU, similar to the newest movie. I will roughly outline my timeline in another post.

Mr Wayne is the business man. He does not respond to Bruce, as he both sees himself as above others and ISN'T Bruce. He's the only introject, and he's an introject of Thomas Wayne. He isn't mean or entirely self centered. He makes sure the employees of his company and all of the companies he owns are treated well. He pays for employees' family's education, rent, food, whatever they need. He has a LOT of money and he knows that as long as he keeps his businessess going and his employees happy, he won't ever go bankrupt. He uses that to help whoever he can, he donates large sums to charities, etc. He's commonly around at the same time Brucie is. He isn't allowed to be around at the same time Bruce Wayne (the little/child) is, though, due to the fact that their real father was abusive. He'd scare the kid.

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[starlightshadowsworld]

The Red Knight Part 2

Part 1

Part 3

"Nightwing Answer me, where is Red Hood?!"

It took every ounce of self restraint Dick had to not throw the phone at the wall. Instead he did something that would piss his father off more than anything he could say to him.

He hung up on him.

It was weirdly cathartic, and in any other situation absolutely hilarious. Especially if he imagined Bruce's gobsmacked face on the other side.

One does not simply hang up on billionaire playboy Bruce "Brucie" Wayne.

And hanging up on Batman was unheard of.

Ah well Dick was a first for everything. The image did help him calm a little. That and the mumbled profanities about Bruce's less than stellar parenting skills.

Who in their right mind cares more about the dead drug dealer than their son passing out in the street?

But that was under the presumption Bruce had ever been in his "right mind." Thankfully the others were a lot more understanding and sympathetic to the situation.

Babs was reviewing security footage from the evening, trying to find what had occurred before Dick had shown up. She had given him the tidbit afterall, all the while locking Bruce out of it which Dick was endlessly greatfull for.

Tim was looking at Jason's past "episodes", seeing if he could find any patterns in his behaviours and how it was escalating. Basically using his hardened stalker stills to good use.

Cass was on guard mode with Damian at the manor. Ready to apprehend Bruce if he tried anything. Duke and Steph went to go get Jason a decent meal from some late night diner.

And a few cookies from Alfred, knowing they were Jason's favourite. Dick knew he would be less than pleased if he caught wind about Bruce's apathy towards Jason.

The old man cared for them all but he'd always had a soft spot for Jason.

Speaking of Jason.

He looked so small curled up in a ball on his sofa. Dick knew he was out cold and yet it seemed not even that let Jason relax.

His sleep fitful, eyes squeezed shut despite his obvious exhaustion, like he was having a nightmare. It broke Dicks heart to see him suffer, so close and yet so far to him.

How long had it been since he'd seen him? Truly seen Jason other than in passing and on patrol... Far too long. Jason wanted to be alone, he made that clear but as much as he tried to push his family away they were all their for him.

And Dick knew Jason was their for them too.

Unfortunately the only person who wasn't was the one that Jason wanted the most.

Dick scooted over, ruffling Jason's hair like he would when he was younger. That Jason had been full of life of wonder, believed wholeheartedly Robin made him magic.

The child that Bruce loved and died with.

Jason had returned, dug himself out of his own grave and thrown into the Lazarus pit. But all Bruce saw a criminal, not his son calling out for him.

It made Dicks blood boil.

Jason, as if sensing that leaned into his touch. Dick smiled softly "aren't I supposed to be the one looking after you?" He whispered. Jason had relaxed a little, staying at Dick's side.

It was something he wouldn't admit but Dick knew how touch starved he was. Maybe they all were but Jason treasured even the smallest of affection.

The image was bittersweet.

Dick carried on ruffling his hair and humming a song from his childhood. He almost stopped seeing a faint glow coming from Jason but as soon as it came it vanished.

Dick blinked in suprise but Jason just snuggled up in his blankets, even if he did look pained. Dick frowned, holding his hand in his.

"Oh Jaybird... Well figure this out I promise."

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[slyvieselkie]

Regret IV

A pair of green eyes sharpened on the dainty woman dining at the table, elegant like any other lady of high society. It made her scoff, it was exactly everything Bruce Wayne hated. So she had to wonder, why the hell did he decide to propose to you?

It all began a month ago when she came across the Dark Knight himself after committing a heist. They stood on the rooftop, metres away from each other and in silence, until the woman dropped her bag of money and slowly strutted towards him. She had wondered where he had been for almost two months, but here he was back to play their little mind games.

"So Mr Vigilante, where have you been these days~? Did you miss me~?", she stopped when their chests were touching and fluttered her lashes.

Like usual the stern man stepped back and frowned, "I've come here to tell you...that I'm engaged. This game of ours, its over Selina."

Well that was unexpected. Silence fell in between them and the man awaited for a sassy quip, but it never came because she honestly didn't know what to say. After a few minutes, the Dark Knight realised silence was her answer and turned around to walk off. Staring at his back, Selina knew she had to say something otherwise she would regret it.

"W-Wait!", she swore at how her voice cracked and sighed as his head turned back, "This can't be the end, I mean...I thought we had something?", and so did the rest of Gotham. 

It wasn't Gotham news if there wasn't page about a rendezvous between the rivals, their bodies pressed together and glowing in the moonlight. The tension rising in the air before one of them would pull away, most of the time Selina pulling away and smirking at how his hands would attempt to chase after her but quickly stop to control himself. She was certain that at some point, this game of theirs would become something more and real. Yet here they were, Batman pulling away this time and for good.

He only blinked blankly and she clenched her fists, "Who is she?", the vigilante's eyes narrowed, "Why do you need to know that?", Catwoman scoffed, "Don't you think I deserve to know after everything we've been through?"

Batman was silent for a moment before responding in an unbelievably soft tone, "Maybe, if you want to know I'm sure you could find that out yourself. I'm only here to tell we're done, goodbye Selina", and with that he was jumping off the roof.

She stood there for the rest of the night, still comprehending what the hell had just happened. It must've been a joke she thought, he'll come back the next night teasing her about her reactions.

But the truth was solidified the next day when the only thing Gotham could talk about was Bruce Wayne and you, the heiress to the Astor empire. The two of you stood in front of Bruce's company, holding hands, and answering some questions. She couldn't help but notice how his eyes kept shifting over to you, and how you kept pinching his hand as a warning sign to behave. That night, you and the Wayne Family hosted a luxurious event to celebrate the happy news. The media was up in roars hearing Richard Grayson call you 'Mother' and you trying your best to maintain your elegance, wishing the boy to suffer a cruel death.

The Catwoman could only lie in her bed and feel regret, she should've done something before Bruce could walk away. But it was also his fault, he was accepting all of her advances and making her feel confident that he would be the one to do something about it. What a fool she was, 'Brucie' was just messing around with her disguised as Batman.

Now here she was, a month later, doing exactly what Bruce said she would. Sneaking her way into the exclusive cafe to find the rich girl Bruce decided to marry out of nowhere. And after watching you for a few minutes from behind a marble pillar, Selina was disappointed and pissed off. Sure you were pretty, rich, and elegant, but Selina was sexy and so much more compatible with him. How could you possibly relate with Bruce and understand the complexity of that man. You were just any other daddy's girl, pulling out her family's black card to spend it carelessly. She was-

"Excuse me ma'am, could I possibly see your membership card?", she swore and turned around to see a giant bodyguard with a threatening smile, 'Fucking hell.'

Selina was prepared to bolt when she noticed more appear and one even closed the mahogany wooden doors, "Uh-well I", the thing she wanted to do was cause a scene in front of this rich girl and be sneered upon, "You see-", "She's my friend, and she was just leaving."

Her shoulders slumped and the bodyguards tensed up, "Miss Astor, this woman-", you raised an eyebrow and the suited men immediately parted allowing Selina to dash off.

She didn't even attempt to look back knowing the looks of scorn she would receive, how humiliating to think that this was the type of woman Bruce would wed. And Selina was a petty woman, so she knew the best way to get revenge on these arrogant old money families.

Underneath the moonlight, Selina arrived at your luxury jewellery factory prepared to suck up all of your precious gems and share them with people who actually needed it. As she passed through the security systems, she still couldn't believe that you were the one that Bruce wanted. Why? Bruce Wayne, Batman, was a man of the people. How on earth could he love a greedy money hoarding woman?

Walking through the empty white hallways, she kicked down the first door and her eyes gleamed seeing the sparkling necklaces that were definitely about to be placed on the markets. Well not anymore, the Astor Family is going down. Then Selina quickly dodged a batarang and rolled deeper into the room.

Scowling she jumped up knowing who it was, "Bru-", "What are you doing here?", the darkness growled back at her and despite not being able to see his face, she knew Bruce was furious.

"I-", "First I hear of you stalking my wife and now you're here to steal from her business?", she was stunned at how he was already referring you as 'wife', "Get out", the man didn't allow her to say a word, "You're lucky that my wife had asked for you to not be charged for trespassing and attempted robbery."

Her teeth gritted, you asked? For Batman to spare her? Oh she was not having it, "You'll have to tell her to fuck off for me-", and in seconds he was looming over her leaning in to hiss, "Watch your mouth, I don't tolerate disrespect towards her."

And before she could blink, Catwoman was being thrown out onto the dirt ground as Batman vanished into the night, probably back to his not-yet-wife.

Unknown to her, you were watching from the comfort of the Astor Manor on your tablet, "Huh", you blinked somehow feeling disappointed, 'I expected her to be a bit better.'

There was a whoosh and you sighed, "Good evening, you entered the wrong manor", unfazed by the shadow covering you entirely.

"Come on, show your exhausted husband some love", Bruce Wayne stripped down to his boxers before enveloping your figure and you scowled as the sweaty man nuzzled to inhale your floral scent, "You dirty man! Go and take a bath before even thinking of touching me!"

Bruce smirked before pushing onto his arms and knees to hover over you, his eyes shone with mischief and the man leaned down until your noses were touching, "You better keep your word", and rushed off to the bathroom dodging a pillow.

You huffed and left the bed to retrieve your pillow before noticing the Batman suit laying on the floor. Silently, you draped it over the armchair and ran your hands down the Kevlar threads. This was the suit he had worn to meet Catwoman many times, allowing Catwoman to drape herself over this thin material, potentially taking it off to enter her bed, and now using it as a suit to defend you from the very same woman. The progression had you giggling and humming, 'I wonder...how far could I take this?'

Then your nightgown was soaking up the water droplets as Bruce pressed himself against you from behind, arms snaking around your figure, "What are you so happy about?", "...Nothing you should worry about", and then Bruce was dragging you off to bed.

The black haired man pulled you into his lap and began exploring your body with his lips ands hands. 

As he sucked a hickey on your neck you remembered something and spoke out, "Oh I forgot to mention, my friend is having a function for-", "Okay", he mumbled into your skin and you scowled tugging his hair, "I didn't finish-", he pecked your lips before biting the bottom lip softly, "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

And then you were being back onto the bed, "As long as you play nice tonight."

In a week, the Wayne-Astor family were preparing to leave for the function. Your eyes scanned the Waynes from oldest to youngest: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Cassandra, and Damian. And of course just like their father, they were all a mess apart from Cass and Damian. Reaching out, you fixed Dick's tie before patting his shoulders satisfied.

The eldest grinned, "Thank you Mother", everyone apart from him and Bruce almost barfed, "You be quiet before I freeze your bank account", you scowled grabbing his ear, "Oww~! No, how am I gonna pay for gas then~?"

After that you went to neaten Jason's hair when he grumbled smacking your hand, "I can do it myself woman", you gave a dry laugh rolling your eyes, "I've heard that one before and it sure didn't work out well", "Hey I'm trying my best!", but the Red Hood stood still and leaned down so you could comb through it.

Moving down the line, you sighed at Tim Drake and the oversized suit to the dark circles under his eyes, "Oh Mr Drake-", "I know I know, I'm trying to work on it!", he pouted doing his darnest to look cute despite the disgusted stares being thrown his way, "...Decaf for the next week", "No!", he screeched and Dick cackled.

Upon seeing Cassandra in the yellow gown you had chosen for her, you smiled softly and pecked her forehead, "You look gorgeous darling", she melted under your touch before beaming, "Thanks."

And lastly, Damian Wayne who straightened his posture and stared forward sternly. He was an exact clone of Bruce, but more adorable and less annoying. The little boy even sent you a gorgeous painting of you two the day your engagement was announced, there was also a small pouch from his mother. You were speechless to read that Talia al Ghul had sent you a tea for 'sexy time', what on earth have you gotten into?

"Well done, Damian. You look very charming as always", you caressed his cheek and he nodded proudly, "Of course, I always strive to do my best", Jason muttered, "Demon brat", and received a snarl.

Clapping your hands, you smiled, "Alright, off we head", and the siblings walked off instantly bickering and chattering, creating chaos like usual.

Your small smile dropped hearing Bruce clear his throat, rolling your eyes you spun around and pulled on his tie. The man grinned as your lips smashed together, tempted to just run off and make Dick in charge of them. All you could think about was how ever since meeting Bruce, you've started wearing less lipstick and favoured lighter coloured glosses.

After an eventful ride in the limousine, consisting of Bruce being bullied, the seven of you were walking into the ballroom unfazed at the flashing lights around you. At the entrance, you greeted your friend leaning in to peck her cheek and congratulate her. Bruce did the same with his signature 'playboy' smile and smirked at how you scoffed. Entering the room, he glanced back at his children who perked up, 'Shoo', and they were gone like the wind.

Of course Selina had been watching all of this, sneaking in as a waitress to see if Bruce truly enjoyed being with you or whether he was on a mission and needed you. But after seeing, not only the way Bruce held your waist for the whole night, but how he clung to you every time you tried to move away...she knew it was the former. Hands tightening into a fist, the woman knew she had to give up now. However, she just had one thing to say to you and Selina found it when she spotted you walking off to the ladies room.

The anti-hero stealthily followed you inside when she heard a slap followed by a shriek, "How dare you hit me?!", and blinked before poking her head around the corner.

Despite being smaller than the other woman, your aura completely dominated the room as you pushed your pointer finger in her face and hissed, "If I hear you say Richard's name one more time in that disgusting voice, you'll be six feet under the ground", "Y-You wouldn't!", you sneered, "Why wouldn't I? Someone like you wouldn't cost much to kill. A bankrupt family about to be thrown out on the street, a couple of hundreds and you're dead by sunrise."

Selina subconsciously shivered at the cruelty in your tone and words, "Now fuck off, to another state would be preferable", and the woman rushed off almost crashing into Catwoman.

Green eyes watched as you remained in the bathroom, staring at yourself in the reflection with complex emotions. And suddenly, you weren't the dainty and elegant lady that used her family's money all day long. There was history in the way you tried your best to remain calm, history in your threatening posture and harsh breathing. The realisation caused her to flee, because now you weren't just a stereotype anymore. Why was she so shaken up by this? The woman was so shaken up, she bumped into someone and would've fallen if it wasn't for their tight grip.

"M-My apologies!", "Selina?", a familiar voice responded and she looked up into the blue eyes of Bruce Wayne.

He frowned, "What are you doing here?", she didn't know what to say and the two of them just stared at each other, "Is no one going to say anything?", their heads snapped to you who just observed them blankly, "I can leave if you two need the privacy."

As you walked off, Bruce immediately chased after you calling out your name and tried to plead his case, "Look, she just bumped into me-", "There is no need for you to explain anything", his eyes widened seeing the way you smiled so casually, "I don't care about what kind of relationship you have with her, just be aware of your surroundings."

Bruce Wayne has never felt so humiliated and insulted, "What do you mean by that?", his teeth grounded and you raised an eyebrow, "Exactly what I said", and you did not stop walking despite noticing how he had froze, "I'd like to return at 9 so please remember that. I'll be in the gardens."

The car ride home was tense and the Wayne children kept glancing between the two of you, confused why Bruce was so glum and you were just normal. The limousine stopped at the Wayne Manor and only the children got off, Bruce said he would bring you home and round back. They couldn't be more relieved to finally get out of the uncomfortable atmosphere, and immediately spilt everything to Alfred who just shook his head and sighed.

Back in the car, Bruce was finding a way to continue the conversation but he didn't expect you to do it, "You seem to have a problem with me", you state plainly looking out the window and he sighed leaning his head back, "Why did you say that? Why didn't you let me explain? Why don't you care?"

You turn and met his storming blue eyes, "...What is there to care about?", Bruce couldn't believe what he was hearing, "Are we not getting married? How can you be fine with me having an affair?", you gave him a smile that only made him more frustrated, "Have a goodnight Bruce."

He remained in the car wondering what the hell had just happened, and you were truly a special person. You brought out a playful version of Bruce that he thought he had lost, and now you're bringing out a pettiness he didn't he had. You didn't care? He'll make you care, one way or another.

Selina was confused by the aggressive advancement of Bruce these past few days. He was flirtatious, leaving lingering touches on her body, and uncaring of how they were being photographed and filmed. Batman and Catwoman were back in Gothamn's headlines, and she should be happy. They were back to how things were before this whole mess, but Selina just didn't feel happy. There was a churning feeling in her stomach when Bruce encouraged her to leave lipstick stains, marks, and scents on his suit and body. What the hell were they doing? Her mind kept wandering back to the woman in the bathroom staring at herself.

It had been a week since Bruce had become petty, and after another suggestive night with Catwoman, he was ready to see your reaction. So the man swung into your bedroom and removed his cowl, feeling a nostalgia, yet he didn't find you anywhere. The only other option was your office and walking down the hallway, the man immediately heard your stern voice talking to someone. He thought about knocking but shrugged and decided to let himself in.

Your eyes sharpened at him for entering and interrupting, but you still hung up anyways, "Bruce Wayne, why did you come-", silence fell as you saw the marks around his jawline and neck.

Bruce did his best to hide the smirk. That's it, regret it and take back everything, start caring about the man that you'll wed in a few months, "That's what you came here for?", you huffed and clicked your tongue, "What would you like me to say, congratulations? That was an important phone call-"

He cancelled out the rest of your rambling, because the man had you right where he wanted. Your eyes kept shifting down to his markings and hardening, like a jealous woman. At some point, he flashed across the room and smashed his lips onto yours. You squealed into the kiss but Bruce wasn't letting go. Then before he knew it, he was getting out of the shower admiring the marks that led him to success. Bruce walked out with just a towel barely hanging around his hips and bathed in the way your eyes narrowed.

An unexpected purr left his chest as he pulled you onto his lap and began placing kisses against your collarbone, "You surely don't expect me to bed a dirty man like you", Bruce hummed, "Didn't you give me permission though? Put up with it, or do something about it."

Bruce was disappointed when you chose the former, but he still felt like it was a win considering the things it did to you. Clearly he was on the right track and he knew the time would come when you would admit defeat. It was a push and pull, sometimes he got exactly what he wanted and other times he was just allowed to shower before getting kicked out. It was tiring, but the successes made everything worth it.

On the other hand, Selina felt like she was losing despite the way she preened under Batman's attention. She felt dizzy every time they met under the moonlight, the two of them connecting more with each rendezvous. But you were always in the back of her mind, she wondered how you were feeling. Were you actually okay with this, or were you just pretending to be unfazed by everything? She had to know. 

So Selina was back to stalking you again, this time in a department store which was much easier to sneak into and pretend to be a staff member. Slowly she was getting closer, pretending to clean items and reorder them. Just a few metres, and she'll get everything she wanted from you.

"Ask", you stated plainly looking at a pair of shoes costing way too much money, "What?", she turned to you and watch as you hand them to a staff member, "Selina Kyle, you seem to have a hobby of watching me. Obsessed much?", blushing red the catwoman was unable to find her funny bone and make a comeback.

She ended up following you around as you shop, "What did you approach me for?", she hesitated before asking, "Our relationship...are you really okay with it?", trying on another pair of heels you smiled in the mirror, "Why? Are you feeling guilty now? Doing such foul things with a man about marry?"

The woman scowled, "Y-You said it was okay! Plus...he made the moves", your eyes glanced over at her before you smirk, "I can tell you, one of the reasons at least, but are you sure you want to hear it?", there was a moment before she nodded prepared to hear whatever it was.

"Why should I stop my husband from doing some charity work?", Selina's blood went cold, "....What did you just say?", and you turned to her blankly, "I mean, the only time you're acting as Catwoman is to meet my husband. If my husband playing with a girl helps her stop committing crimes, isn't that better for all of us?"

She was shaking, trembling in fury and you smiled, "Besides, what is there to care about? A little kiss and a few marks? You weren't the first and you aren't the last. You're not a mistress or a side chick. Talia al Ghul at least gave him a child, Superwoman is a respected teammate, and Bruce will always be at my beck and call-", "You fucking bitch!"

Before she could even do anything, there was a man weighing a tonne pinning her to the ground, "Y-You...", she could only see the sharp heels you wore polished enough to reflect her position, "I hope you got the answer you were looking, have a good day."

And you were walking away like the heiress you were.

Selina was fuming, any hesitance she had about their affair vanished. She'll send Bruce home with more than a little kiss and some marks. So when Batman landed on the rooftop in front of her, Catwoman made the first move and molded their bodies together. She leaned up, staring into his bright blue eyes. You'll regret it, she smirked slowly inching to his lips.

Then there was a voice coming from Bruce's comm, "B, your wife wants to talk to you", and in an instant Selina was being pushed away as the man's eyes sparkled at this new development.

This was the first time you've reach out to him, his heart thumped loudly in his chest as he imagined the possibilities, "B?", "Y-Yeah, send her across", he whispered breathless unaware of the burning rage growing inside the woman in front of him. 

"Bruce?", "Yes sweetheart", he smiled lovingly when he heard your mellow voice, "I was just informing you that-", "Wait, why don't we talk about this at home. It'll be better face to face, I'll be there soon", "...Okay, come safely", "Of course."

Ending the call, he smiled at her like a boy in his first romance, "Sorry, my wife called", and that was all he said before walking off.

She gulped continuing to hear your shameful words. She wasn't just charity work. She might not have a child, and she's not a respected hero, but Selina still had a special connection with Bruce. They've gone through so much together, she surely meant something to him. So just before he could jump off, she lunged at him and clung to his back.

"D-Don't go, stay with me", the woman whispered as her green eyes shone in the moonlight familiar to them, "Come to my place", there was silence before Bruce spun around and smiled down at her softly, "I'm sorry, but she's my wife. I have to go, I'll see you another night."

And Selina was abandoned on the rooftop, the nosy photographers in the darkness wondering why Batman had left her. He was completely at your beck and call.

You were in the office watching everything from the laptop staring at green pools, "Come on, you're Catwoman aren't you? Surely that wasn't your limit", you whispered before shutting everything down, "Show me something more entertaining."

A few seconds later, Bruce was barging into your office and panted staring down at you, "Ah you're here, I just wanted to inform you that my aunt had invited me to visit her in the Netherlands. I'll be leaving in two weeks", he smiled softly, "That's exciting, I hope you have a lot of fun there."

You crossed your arms staring down at the laptop, "What, you aren't going to come with me?", his eyes widened and the man stuttered, "U-Uh I well-umm-it's just-", "No...or yes", the two of you stared at each other before Bruce slowly approached you stopping on the other side of your desk, "I'll go anywhere with you."

Somehow, you felt the urge to spin in your chair and went around and around when everything suddenly stopped, Bruce was hovering over you leaning his hands on the arm rests, "Have you finished testing me?", your lips pursed, "It wasn't a test", "Then have you finished playing around?"

There was a small huff, "Did you do anything?", he smirked before stripping off his suit to show untainted skin, "Would you like to come closer and check?"

Dainty fingers reached out and ghosted the ripples of his abs, "No, it is clear that...that you don't need a shower", Bruce felt like he was a virgin again, embarrassed at the way his heart and nether region reacted from those simple words, "Are you sure?", "Yeah, carry me to bed", your wish was his command.

Wide green eyes watched as the nightgown was torn to shreds and exiled to the floor. Piercing blue eyes raking over your figure like it was the first time he's seen someone so gorgeous and enchanting. His hands touched you with unbelievable gentleness, like you were made from priceless porcelain. He laid a variety of kisses, some full of lust and others marshmallow soft, smiling like you had hung the stars for him. Bruce's voice was dripping with honey, the way he praised and thanked you for just letting him in was something Selina had never seen. Had never experienced.

Her eyes transferred from Bruce to you, and Catwoman almost fell from her position against the window. You were staring right at her, unfazed, because you led her here. From when had your games begin? When did she start being the jester in your court? And what role does Bruce play? Was he your queen, another jester? Your eyes felt like a black hole swallowing her ability to process and think. For the first time in an incredibly long time, Selina was terrified.

Suddenly, you let out a soft whimper at a burst of pain and weakly glared at the man who smothered you with an aggressive kiss, "Look at me, I'm the one in your bed, I'm your husband, you chose me."

You sigh before whispering in his ear, "Then take me somewhere more private, there's over twenty rooms in this house. It's up to you how many we use and which ones she can spy through", Bruce groaned before picking you up and walking out, "What about the hallways?", "Are you going to clean it up?", "Hell yeah."

Turning around to close the door, the pairs of blue and green met each other. One threatening the other to stay away, and the other gleaming before they fell onto your naked figure. All of them were so goddam twisted, because Selina reached out to lick her lips. Don't worry, you'll be seeing much more of her soon. You're going to regret pushing her to this point because she was planning a new type of revenge.

Hi Lovelies, how you going? Hope everything's all good and well.

This was honestly such a bizarre writing experience for me because it was just a word spew from an inspiration I had that wouldn't leave my mind. I really don't how to feel about this one, I absolutely hate it because I find it really messy but there's a part of me that loves it so much. There's something about the reader that I found so shocking, like how did I come up with this type of person. I don't know how well I portrayed Batman and Catwoman, or whether the reader insert was good, but I hope you enjoyed.

Of course feedback and critics are welcome, see you another day 💕

#reader insert #romance #batman #bruce wayne #catwoman #dc universe #bruce wayne x reader #not proofread #long reads

[gothamnews]

A Dinner with the Batfam

Walking up to Wayne Manor we see Harley and Ivy, both wearing dresses and looking Nice. The closer they get to the Manor’s entrance the slower Ivy walks.

“Harley, Why again are we here? Your not going to try and Rob Bruce Wayne while we are dressed like this? Right? Because If we were, I would have worn different shoes...” Ivy said almost coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh come on Ivs! I was invited to dinner! So I brought you alone” Harley shrugged, going to knock at the door only for it to open immediately. Standing there is a well dressed older man-

“Alfie!” Harley goes for a hug, the elderly man lets her saying “Hello Miss Harleen, I see you brought Miss Ivy with you” She lets go giving him a smile, practically grabbing Ivy’s hand and dragging her inside.

“Hello ah, Alfie..?” Ivy greets as she is dragged past only to be interrupted with Harley yelling-

“AUNTIE HARLEY IS HERE!!”

With this they could hear a door open quickly, jumping over the railing with a flip and a perfect landing is Dick Grayson, he jogs over to Harley giving a hug “Hey Auntie Harley!” Harley jumps up to hug back “Dickie! Nice Flip!” he smiles letting go.

Following, a smaller figure is seen running down the stairs “Richard I Do NOT Approve of Jumping Off The Railing!” a worried Damian Wayne calls out walking up to the group.

“Hello Dami, you’ve grown since last I saw you!” She gives him a little pat on the head when he gets close.

Ivy watches this trying to put two and two together on how Harley knows the Wayne family... Maybe she was once their Therapist? 

“And that’s why you should read Pride and Prejudice” a deeper voice could be heard from another hallway coming towards them. “Alright fine, I’ll read it” another voice joined in, “That's the Spirit!”

Walking into the hall is Jason Todd and Duke Thomas, with this Harley runs over to the pair, Pulling out a book Ivy has no idea where Harley was keeping- she hands it to Jason “Guess who found a first edition for you!” a shine sparks in his eyes as he takes the books “Thank you Auntie Harley” he Immediately opens it and starts reading, walking straight to the Dining hall. 

“H-hello Auntie” Duke, still a little scared of his new aunt Harley, gives her a small wave, Harley smiles at him. “Hello Sun Shine” 

Ivy watches as Harley interacts with the now four members, they all seem familiar to her... That tuff of white hair on Jason’s head looked the most familiar...

At this point Harley had come back to Ivy, giving her a smile. Only for her eyes to wander behind-

“Cassie!” Harley gives a big smile, tackling a shadow that had grown behind Ivy, giving her a startle. Turning Ivy see’s Harley giving Cassandra Cain the biggest hug.

“When did she...” Ivy starts to question. “Its better not knowing” Alfred walks past, heading into the dining hall, so he could finish preparing for dinner.

“Hello Auntie Harley” says Tim Drake with a yawn. Hopping up Harley makes her way over to Tim, inspecting his tired face she says in a stern voice “Timothy Drake-Wayne! When Was The Last Time You Slept!?” she places her hand on her hops.

“Umm... Wednesday?” Tim said rubbing his eye. “IT IS SUNDAY YOUNG MAN, AFTER DINNER I AM MAKING SURE YOU GO TO BED” Harley yells at him.

“Timmy...” Dick walks over placing a hand on his head “Come on” he guides him into the dining hall followed by Damian, Duke and Cass.

Ivy starts to follow as well, but Harley waits looking at the stairs...

“Harley who are you waiting for?” Ivy pulls at her arm.

“A bat...” she says still waiting...

“A bat..? why would-” Ivy’s mind starts to race, Bats- Batman- Robin- Nightwing- “Wait a Minute, Harley-”

With that a voice calls out, cutting off her thoughts. “Ah Harley! I’m so glad you were able to make it! and I see you brought Ivy with you!” Walking down the main stairs is Bruce Wayne himself.

“Hello Brucy!” Harley goes for a hug-

“Harley you... this is...” Ivy is stunned. 

“I’m about to have dinner with Batman...” 

#Batman #batfam #harley quinn #poison ivy #Alfred Pennyworth #dick grayson #Damian Wayne #Jason Todd #duke thomas #cassandra cain #Tim Drake #bruce wayne #They just going to have a fun dinner #ao3 wont give me an account so im posting it here #I thought this would be fun

[aikoiya]

DC AU - Multiple Personality Disorder Bruce

I had a thought recently.

It's somewhat based on someone else's hc that the Robin's treat Bruce & Batman differently because they separate the 2 inside their heads.

It's also somewhat based on the hc expanding on the former where Bruce, himself, separates the 2 as well.

Here, Bruce has legitimate multiple personality disorder & Batman is just one of those personalities.

Bruce is the main persona, Batman is the second, & Brucie is another.

Keep in mind, Bruce & Brucie are different despite what you might think.

Bruce is more based on the Batman Animated Series where Bruce is more of a level-headed, smart, & sweet billionaire playboy, while Brucie is the Valley Girl, rich, gay (but more theatrically so & in a John Molvaney way), party boy persona that the fandom created & only really shows up for the media or when he's super drunk. Like, black-out drunk. Won't even remember last night in more than snippets, drunk.

This is a persona that Bruce is very aware of & has some mixed feelings towards.

However, Bruce isn't even entirely aware that the Batman persona exists, while Batman is aware of both the other personas.

Interestingly, not a single persona is actually gay. Either they are all straight or Bruce & Batman are while Brucie is heteroromantic bi with an obvious preference for women.

I say this because I think it'd be interesting if the super gayboy vibes were all an act utilized as a sort of makeshift weapon to eff with the leftist media & maybe sometimes eff with other people.

#dc #batman #bruce wayne #brucie wayne #multiple personality disorder

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Do you know what version of Bruce Wayne should have all the kids? Unburied Bruce.

He is ready. He confronted his trauma and adressed his survivor guilt. He told Alfred he loved him and even if slowly decided to try to not keep punishing himself by self-isolation. He isn't Batman merely by duty and trauma, he enjoys it and he promissed his parents ghosts that he wouldn't let the mission consume his life, that he would actually take a time to be Bruce Wayne. Not the persona, the real soft guy, he is underneath it all.

He showed to emphatize with his villains since the beggining but with Unburied he starts to try to understand them, to actually progress towards real rehabilitation.

He has Alfred of course, but his only support system isn't Alfred, loving and caring but also an enbler but Barbara, she is finally back in his life and she won't tolerate his b.s. They definitivaly are the type to be rigid and stop the other to falling into old habits. And even in sense if they comversation in Egipt and the fact Hasam is in season 2, he has Eddie who can read him and sees no problem in being honest and who by showing sings of rehabilitation is exactally what Bruce is figthing for.

I love Batman. But Unburied Bruce is the first time in a long time I felt like he could actually improve Gotham, that while stopping all crime is impossible, his mission isn't as never ending as he thinks, because he is actually taking the right steps for the right reasons (and not making the wrong things or having shitty reasons or both but DC still trying to gasslight us that he is right).

He isn't a perfect person and he will stil commit mistakes, he is still too headstrong and not the best listener, he still has problems opening up and even more admiting his feelings and he will still fall to his self-destructive path but he knows it and he is trying and he is getting better. He will never be perfect but he is good and caring and trying his darm best all the time. He is the best Batman and he would be a good dad.

Not only that but he had his clousure somewhat, he adressed his trauma, he is in a better state to actually be abble to truly guide Dick through his (wich is not somthing he suceeds in doing most of the time), he is learning to be more vuneralble and present (so no neglect and emotional abuse) and he promissed to be just Bruce sometimes not only Brucie and Batman and Dick would be a good reminder of this promisse because now Bruce needs to do it for more than himself and this version of him flourishes in caring for someone else (he broke up with Vicky because of his survivor guilty and wanted to self isolate but he still visited and was a friend and even sleept in her couch to help her, he cared for Kel, he cared for Pam as well, and for Tut and Eddie and for the victims). He would make mistakes but he would be open to learn and this Bruce isn't bound by the status quo either. So he would be a good dad with the right amount of actual constant characther development resultant of that.

So it's not that I think Unburied needs a Robin (I do think all shows need a Robin, but since Babs is there I can give them a pass) but that if it has one, Bruce is ready and this time he will be a good dad in a non-fluffy based story.

#on the other hand while I demand the batman 2 have a robin batison is not ready #he would be as much of a disaster parent as various versions of Bruce #bruce wayne #dick grayson #robin #batman unburied