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rainnyydaysworld · 6 months

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Reader: Am I going to far?

Jason: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

Damian: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Tim: *crouches down*

Reader: *kneels down*

Cassandra: *sits on the floor*

Damian:

Damian: I hate all of you.

Reader, dramatically: They called me a fool.

Tim, sick of reader’s shit: They weren’t wrong.

Reader: Why is Damian crying on the floor?

Cassandra: They took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.

Reader: And?

Cassandra: They got Tim.

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hearts4robs · 6 months

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𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡🧭

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Fandom. DC - Titans - Netflix series

Pairing. Jason Todd x batsib!reader(gender-neutral)

Genre. fluff/soft/sfw🍊(comedy?)

Word count. 748

Warnings. Cursing, (sibling🤞)belittling

Req. this was not requested :)

Summary. Jason and you were patrolling. When Jason asks you to head west, explaining he’ll meet you there, he realises that despite you being a hardcore vigilante, you’re not the brightest.

Notes. I saw this prompt somewhere and Jason just seems like the type to shamelessly judge you for this. This is not read through and checked for mistakes😛

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It was approaching lunch and Jason wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it. He was in his Robin suit, you in your own vigilante suit as the two of you casually stroll down the street. Jason’s stomach growls loudly and he mutters something about shoving food down his throat. Sounds like those creeped your out, it made your skin crawl. Loud chewing, stomach growls, smacking of lips, oh, God, it made you want to rip your skin off.

“Robin, control your gut or I’ll actually shove a stone down your burger-shaft.” You tell him, my voice laced with slight annoyance and disgust.

“Excuse me? [Your hero name], calm your tits, dude.” He shoots back, a frown on his brow as the two of you continued walking.

“Oh, you are so excused right now!” You immediately bite back, grunting slightly as Jason rolls his eyes at you. He stops in his tracks, staring at a fast food restaurant. It was calling his name.

Jason…

Jason.

Jason!

Jason!!!

You stop as soon as you notice Jason wasn’t walking right beside you. The few seconds it takes you to turn around allows your body to panic for a brief moment before I recognise Jason’s cape from his Robin uniform. He was staring at the fast food restaurant.

“Uhm-,” he gulps, licking his lips as he looks between you and the resultants door. “I’ll be right with you, as soon as I get this burger.” He says, a sarcastic and apologetic grin on his lips as his feet drag him towards the door, like he was waiting for your approval.

You approach him, a bit dumbfounded as Jason sends you pleading eyes.

“Just head west! I’ll be right with you!” Jason says, his stomach growling again. You pull an uncomfortable grimace before you realise that you had no fucking idea which way west was. Jason seems to notice how your face drops, your eyes flickering in confusion.

“What? What-what’s the problem, huh?” He asks, walking to you. It almost pained him to step away from the door to the restaurant. You shake your head, trying to play off your own embarrassment, a hot flush creeping up your neck.

“Nothing! Nothings wrong-, I, uh, I’ll se you.” You say before you waist for Jason to turn around. Jason squints his eyes at you slightly before he head for the restaurant again. You stare a bit around before you decide that you could just take the chance. So you start walking towards your left, finding that most logical somehow.

Jason stops before walking in, watching you head to your left. He scoffs out a laugh.

“Where the fuck are you headed, [your hero name]?” He asks, grinning widely in a playfully grin, confusion lazing his tone.

You press your lips together, an embarrassed blush clawing its way up the back of your neck, spreading onto your cheeks as you turn on your heel, your eyes meeting his. “Uuh..” You try to find your words, searching frantically.

“This isn’t west?” You ask, tilting your head slightly as your gut twists with embarrassment. Jason laughs out loud as he walks to you, a mocking frown on his brow.

“You don’t know your west and east?” Jason asks, partly in disbelief as your face drops slightly, annoyance bubbling as Jason taunts you. “North?” He asks, a shit eating grin on his face. You slowly raise your index finger, pointing up towards the sky as a pathetic guess.

Jason can’t help but fold over in a fit of laughter, hand clutching at his stomach as he laughs at you. You roll your eyes, smacking his head as you start walking in spite.

“Yeah yeah, terribly funny.” You grunt as Jason continues his laughter. He gasps in a breath before he runs up beside you. He’s still panting from his fit of laughter as you sulk, an annoyed frown on your brow.

“Left and right?” Jason asks, a hint of hope for his stupid sibling in his eyes. You turn your head for a second before looking at your hands. You side eye him for a short moment, both of you still walking as you fold your fingers, leaving your thump and index up. Your raise your left hand.

“This one-“ Jason can’t help but cut you off in a laugh, tears of amusement rising in his eyes as he laughs. “My fucking god, you’re an idiot!” Jason exclaims at you again, trying to control his loud laughter.

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alessabriel · 11 months

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Gunshot - Pt2.

Summary: the unknown lives in the dark and the dark finds a home in empty chests.

Cw. Angst, dark content, death of the main character, slight combination between mdzs|wwx, male reader= Blaine, etc.

Pt1.

Blaine tried to regulate his breathing, he really was trying but it was like he was trying to suck a vine of thorns up his nose. He was trying to hold his breath long enough to relax his rapid breathing and get air into his rusty lungs but he couldn't, it was a daunting task. His hands trembled, making him unable to search his pockets for the lighter to have something cold between his boiling fingers and he felt his heart hammering his chest mercilessly, as if it wanted to grind the organs that protected him to reach his ribs and destroy them, his overloaded heart that pumped blood throughout his body as a result of his own fear.

Because he was afraid, he was terrified in a horrific way and to admit it was his undoing, he felt like pulling out of his own body in a painful way.

It had taken him days to run away from his brothers as well as from them, those people who wanted him dead for what he needed in his chest and compensated with what he could. So much was the persecution that it reached a limit, a clear limit that was the total break and could not overcome it. He was barely able to breathe. The litany of voices riddled his head with lethal force and the equivalent of pure acid began to circulate in his veins, the unknown that he began to control little by little raised the trail of dead around him but the growing panic prevented him from seeing further. of the tunnel in his eyes. Because the only objective in his hands was to call him, to hear his calm voice caressing his ears and feel human, to feel in the old days where the greatest danger in his day in the morning was to annoy him and annoy him to the degree that the they will be expelled from the classroom.

I needed to hear his voice one last time, because I knew it; it would be the last time for him.

Blaine knew that this day was his last, he felt it in his bones and blood running through his battered body, broken bones and wounds that would not heal from his own desire to melt into the comfort of eternal rest. . That's why he required it, it didn't matter that they tracked him down with it because he only wanted to hear his voice over the guttural voices of the dead.

Just a little more.

The phone rang with the tones in his ear, now so sensitive but he resisted it and the pattern of his single breathing urged a putrid calm, an inhalation of fresh, optimal air into his lungs stagnant in dirty air. Blaine couldn't help laughing, making fun of his current situation when he saw how little by little those who he killed in his fight to flee got up again and in the distance he saw the cars approaching, where he knew they would shoot him for what they didn't know and he could control, or rather understand and appropriate it.

"Morgan!" was the relieved greeting that Blaine issued, raising his hand to do something for the dead, however only a few obeyed and his blood ran cold, just seconds "What?"

He felt beads of icy sweat running down his battered muscles, his blood froze and he couldn't think past his panic, he was terrified. Blaine came to himself a few seconds later, holding his gun in hand, his bullets would do little against the dead but they would give him time, he only needed a few minutes. Just a few minutes.

"Thank you for being my friend and sorry for not being able to keep our promise"

He could feel his panic filter through the call, the sounds of movement, the rustle of metal against the uneven engraving of the unknown field and the slip of a new cartridge, a distinctive sound from a Heckler & Koch VP9 semiautomatic pistol he always held. near him, a weapon that his father detested. The call was just a distraction from the slow approach of those who belonged to that organization who were now dead.

"Blaine don't you dare-"

"I've always been daring Morgan, it's my hallmark-" and Blaine's voice cut off as he spit out a large amount of blood, a rusty blood that lightened his chest for seconds so he could feel the painful beating of his heart "Could you forgive me some day?"

"Just wait for me please" Blaine heard Morgan's plea on the other end of the call and the one-handed pistol, when he was at his best it was easy but now he was inches away from powerless, his fingers no longer responded " Blaine try I beg you"

"I-I can't" was the painful response that emerged from Blaine still holding the phone to his ear and trying to get a good aim at the cars that were approaching in the distance, some shots stopped them but he knew how stubborn those families were. archaic.

"Stay with me, please" the other male voice on the call sobbed in plea.

Blaine just smiled at what he knew would happen, and he made up his mind, he would not make his best friend and soul mate listen to what would happen to him or what the living dead would do to him.

"See you later"

And the call was cut off, as if it were a signal, the dead who were still staggering began to run possessed by some alien force, even more violent and visceral than their own towards the wounded young man who was leaning on his motorcycle, a motorcycle that had passed due to so many paint changes and repairs that made it a preserved relic, if he closed his eyes he could remember staying in the cave fixing it with a pair of clear eyes watching him fascinated or listening to his commander's advice and the change in the air made him return to reality, face to face with what had been his salvation at one time.

Sounds from hell itself echoed through the air announcing a farewell.

That was all the signal it took to lunge forward and over his own master, who controlled them for a while to tear everything in his path and bite. Destroying in a burst of alien force and not equal to the warm sensation of being handled with a macabre sweetness with putrid bodies, was not what they knew.

Blaine felt faint when he destroyed that damn artifact that he created to hold on to what made him the way he was before, he destroyed it and that only ensured more violence in his death. It didn't matter, he took the whole damn artifact melting it back to what it originally was; blood and flesh that they took from his body (he still remembered their laughs and they scratched him until they tore him) devoid of that core that they took from him, that core that worked so hard and was taken from him. I just fervently wish I had a hug from Alfred or Morgan, just one.

They were feverish wishes and dreams of someone dying.

The disgusting beating of his heart was sweet and acid, but he cradled it against himself, they were his, they were acceptable, and he inhaled deeply through so much immense pain and never had the opportunity to exhale.

Not even at death's gates could he be at peace.

Had it been so bad to kill those men?

Was it too bad to think differently?

Was it wrong to agree to train like his father? But he had always admired him. Had he done wrong?

Was it his fault for not being like him?

Was he really as bad as they claimed?

Did she deserve to have the gold forcibly ripped from his chest for someone else?

Did he deserve to have taken from him what made his chest warm and gave him strength? Why did his father allow it? Why did he let them? BECAUSE?

Had it been bad?

Was a rule more important?

Why did HE allow it?

Was this payment for being the way he was?

Was he to blame for everything?

Did he bring misfortune to everyone as they said?

Was he really that bad?

He had no answer to any of them and if anyone knew the last thing Blaine thought, they would feel a crushing uneasiness and heartbreaking melancholy.

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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When he stepped into the office, the secretary behind the desk practically tripped over herself at the sight of him. Not that he minded, he knew how good he looked, however, the appointment at hand voided the desire to flirt with her. “I’m here to see the headmaster. I’m Timothy Wayne’s older brother.”

For a moment, she started to nod, looking down at a stack of papers, then seeming to remember something, she asked, “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“(Y/N). (Y/N) Wayne.”

“I’m sorry, your name isn’t on the list of people here to see or check out Timothy Wayne.” She blinked. “I thought Mister Wayne was coming to get him.”

“My father is busy. I’m the only sibling available at the moment.” He glanced towards the headmaster’s office. “Tim called me. He said he needed me.”

“I’m sorry, but unless your name—”

“Tim!” he yelled at the door.

“Sir, please don’t yell in the office.”

“Timothy!”

The door suddenly opened, the headmaster appearing, and there was Tim in the back. “(Y/N),” the teen breathed in relief, and he looked at the secretary.

“I don’t need permission to collect my brother.” He walked past the desk and into the headmaster’s office; he sat down in the chair next to Tim. “What’s up, kiddo?”

Tim suddenly looked at his hands. “I…I messed up, (Y/N).”

His eyes narrowed at the boy, then looked at the headmaster. “What happened?”

“Timothy struck another student. The boy was sent to the ER after the nurse assessed that his nose had been broken.”

“What?” he glanced back at his brother, then down to his hand; the boy’s knuckles were red and swollen. “Why?”

“We’re in the process of seeing what punishment to give him for—”

“I didn’t ask you what punishment you were giving my brother. I asked him why he hit someone,” he shot back. “Tim, why?”

His brother exhaled and he quietly said, “Evan called me a name…”

He trailed off and (Y/N) repeated, “What’d he call you?” Tim didn’t say anything. “Tim, what did he say?”

“He called me a fag.” His shoulders slumped and he repeated weakly, “He called me a fag. I just…I just got mad and before I knew it, I punched him.” His brother sat back and watched him for a moment; Tim’s eyes welled with tears. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to, it just happened.”

Still silence drifted from his brother, until the headmaster said, “Unfortunately, because Tim struck another student and broke his nose, we will have to suspend him from school.”

“The student my brother struck, Evan,” he started, keeping his eyes on Tim. “What punishment will he be receiving for using a homophobic slur against my brother?”

“With all due respect, Mister Wayne—”

“My name isn’t Mister Wayne,” (Y/N) interjected and pulled out the dog tags from underneath his shirt. “I’m a Captain in the United States Navy. Mister Wayne is my father.”

“Captain Wayne,” the headmaster corrected, then swallowed, adjusting the pens on his desk. “Perhaps Mister Wayne should come down and talk to us.”

(Y/N) leaned forward and met his gaze, calmly stating, “Well my dad isn’t here, is he? I am. So, unfortunately, I’m the one you’ll be dealing with right now.” He stared the man down. “Evan used a slur against my brother and yet you aren’t going to punish him because he has a broken nose? Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”

“But he—”

“Tim, did he hit you first?”

“No,” he answered.

“Then you drew first blood.” He looked at the man. “You can put them in in-school suspension, but you will not punish my brother only.” His gaze narrowed. “Or…we can agree that this was an unfortunate accident that took place, my father can donate a substantial amount to the many sports programs at Gotham Academy, and we can just overlook this. Your choice headmaster, but rest assured, if you don’t take this deal, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s an assurance. I’d take the deal, headmaster.”

The man looked between the two before he sighed. “…Fine…we await Mister Wayne’s check in the mail.”

“Good.” (Y/N) rose from his chair. “Tim, get your shit.” As his younger brother rose from his seat, he pointed at the headmaster. “I want Evan removed from any classes with Tim and his schedule reworked so he doesn’t interact with my brother. If it isn’t changed by this evening, you’ll witness my assurance firsthand.”

“Yes, Mist—Captain Wayne.”

“Don’t let this shit happen again. With any of my siblings.” (Y/N) put his hand on Tim’s shoulder and walked him from the office and to the parking lot.

As they climbed in the car, Tim muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I’m hungry.”

“I shouldn’t have punched him.”

“I’m thinking Batburger but then again, Big Belly Burger sounds great.”

“Aren’t you mad at me?” Tim blurted out. “I broke someone’s nose.”

“Yeah? And?” he said. “I would’ve beat the shit outta the kid if it was me. I’m mad I had to come up here when I was busy, but I’m not mad you defended yourself against some kid being a homophobic asswipe. And dad won’t be either.” (Y/N) reached over and wrapped his hand arm around Tim’s neck, kissing the crown of his head. “I love you, kiddo, and nothing is going to make me feel anything less than that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He kissed his head again. “But seriously, I’m starving. Where do you wanna get food?”

“Taco Bell.”

“UGH! I DON’T NEED A COLON CLEANSE TODAY!”

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rev-wrath · 2 years

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Late Night Nuggets With The Bros

Batbro!Reader

Prompt: “McDonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?" "It's 3 in the morning." "And?" "Let's go."

Summary: An impromptu 3AM trip to Bat Burger with the Wayne boys? Sure, why not?

Notes: Fluff! Reader is male and uses he/him pronouns. 1.1k words.

How Jason wrangled him into this honestly isn’t much of a mystery. This specific brand of chaos is just something he enjoys. It’s hardly chaos though. It’s more just fun and shenanigans.

So when Jason came into his room in the middle of the night to ask to grab their brothers and go to BatBurger? Absolutely.

Jason doesn’t even bother to knock on Dick’s door, simply just opening it and going right in. He grabs one of the pillows on the bed and whacks Dick with it. Dick wakes with a noise that’s between a shout and groan.

(Y/N) glances around the hallway to make sure no one heard him.

“Jason-“

“And (Y/N).” Jason helpfully adds. Dick glances over at their brother, stepping into the room and closing the door slightly behind him.

“Jason. (Y/N). What’s going on? Are both of you okay?”

“BatBurger is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?” He says even though BatBurger is almost always open.

“And fries.” (Y/N) chimes in. Jason nods.

“And fries.” He agrees.

Dick glances at the clock.

“It’s 3 in the morning.”

“And?”

Dick lays there for a second while his brothers wait for a response. He gets up. “Let’s go.” The other two quietly cheer.

“We’re getting Tim too.” Dick’s told as he grabs a hoodie.

“He’s already awake and food would do him good. And we can’t leave Damian out.”

When they arrive at Tim’s door (Y/N) knocks on it before Jason opens it. Lo and behold there is Tim, headphones on, looking at a screen.

(Y/N) walks in and taps the desk, causing Tim to pause what he’s doing to look up at him.

“BatBurger.” Is all he says, gesturing to the other two in the doorway.

Tim just shrugs and turns his stuff off. “Sure.”

“Damian and then we’re leaving.” They all nod in agreement.

Dick takes the lead on this one, gently rousing Damian from his sleep. “Dami.”

Damian grumbles before opening his eyes. “Richard. What is it?”

“We’re going to BatBurger.” It’s then that Damian notices the others. “Do you want to come with or grab you anything?”

Damian’s eyebrows crease as he thinks it over. “If you allow me a moment to get dressed I will be joining you.”

“We’ll be waiting outside your door.”

Quietly the five of them sneak down to the garage, after arguing over what vehicle to use they eventually make their way to Bat Burger.

They spend the ride debating exactly how many nuggets they want (30 was the minimum), how many fries to get (a lot), if they were getting burgers (Damian was getting his veggie burger at least) and milkshakes (Jason and (Y/N) were going to share one, they spent a good 5 minutes going over what flavor to get) and what their excuse was for when they got back, in the scenario they couldn’t sneak back in or got caught (they went out to grab something from one of Jason’s safehouses after Jason woke them up looking for something, meaning they might actually have to grab something for one of his safe houses. Or the store.). Let it be known the Wayne kids were through. Most of the time. Well, at least half of the time.

It’s late so no one is around and cares too much about the five Wayne boys entering the diner. They’ve all been here too. What’s more unusual is how most of them are half in pajamas. When they order all they receive is a raised eyebrow before it’s repeated back to them and confirmed. Jason pulls out a heavy Wayne card.

Tucked into a corner, Tim and Jason are flicking around straw wrappers while Dick and (Y/N) talk, Damian giving his thoughts every now and again.

It’s as uneventful as a meal at this time with them can go. (Y/N) mixes 5 different sauces together and dips a nugget in and attempts to get his brothers to try it. Tim briefly steals his and Jason’s milkshake to dip some fries in. They also ordered two kids meals solely so Dick and Jason could have the toys. And Damian quietly swipes fries from everyone but Dick while Jason does not at all hide that he’s stealing fries from (Y/N) and Dick.

About an hour later they end up at the store. Jason drags them to the toy aisle. Eyeing up some of the toys and grabbing a few. Some for the excuse and some for Lian. And then some are figures of other heroes. Dick grabs a toy and presses into Damian’s hand. Tim’s got something in his hands too.

Jason’s about to show Damian a Magic 8 Ball when (Y/N) grins and walks away.

“What’d yo-“

The others look at (Y/N) who proudly brandishes a Furby.

“Oh god.”

“Bring the cart over. I’m getting a fuck ton of these and putting them in the manor to fuck with Bruce.”

“That,” Jason says as he continues his trend of chaos. “is something I can get behind.” He pushes the cart over, handing Damian the ball. “Ask that thing a question and shake it. You don’t have to say the question out loud.”

“If you’re hiding them in the manor let me help. I don’t want to accidentally find one, or worse, walk down a hall and hear one.” Tim calls while Damian shakes the box.

“You got it Timbo.”

“So now the manor’s going to look and sound haunted?” Dick asks.

“Fuck yeah.” (Y/N) and Jason have at least 5 Furbies in the cart.

“Do you want to modify some of these?”

“Like the ones online or just decorate them?”

“Thinking more along the lines of ripping the sound machine out and add some more sounds. But we can do that too.”

Dick stares at his brothers. “Damian ask the Magic 8 Ball if coming here was a terrible idea, please.”

“The ball says that it is better not to tell you now.”

“Seems like you’re out of luck, Dick. Legos?”

Dick who was woken up at 3AM and now stands in the toy section with all of his brothers, figures he might as well. “Get some for the centers!” Jason yells after them. “Oh fuck we should probably be getting stuff to donate.”

Pausing his inspection of the Furbies (Y/N) looks at the cart. “Do we need another cart?”

“Yeah probably.” They end up with two more and walk out with two and a half carts full of stuff. There’s a few snacks from the stands by checkout thrown in there. Jason makes sure to separate the ones he initially grabbed for Lian.

“Is the excuse that we went out to buy stuff to donate to the centers now?”

“Should we drop them off now?”

Dick glances at the clock. “Alfred would kill us for missing breakfast.”

“Fair point.”

“Alright let’s get going.”

“We gotta make sure Dad doesn’t see the Furbies though. Swing by one of my safe houses at some point. We can drop them off there.”

They can only hope Alfred won’t directly question them about their whereabouts too much or that Bruce sees through them.

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batty-pham · 7 months

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We all know the idea of Danny being scared of Batman because of the "no metas in Gotham rule and I may not be meta but I'm close enough so Batman won't want me in his city"

I would love everyone to consider -

Danny isn't scared of Batman at all. Batman has an almost cryptid level reputation, most people aren't sure he is human and Danny is like "ha. Same."

And after meeting batman he can tell that he has been around death like...a lot so he's just sorta like "cool vigilante cryptid but also human bestie."

This boy is scared of Bruce Wayne.

Bruce, introducing himself to Danny without the mask when Danny is in trouble to try and help him, adoption papers in hand: hi, I'm Bruce Wayne.

Danny:...the billionaire?

Bruce: yes-

Danny already running: nope. Not again

Bruce: ???

Bruce sending in Tim to talk to him in civies and it doesn't go much better - Danny just convinced that Tim is a hostage.

Danny: so he adopted you?

Time: yes.

Danny: and now you're CEO of his company?

Tim: yeah?

Danny, lowering his voice: do you need help, I can help you.

Tim:?!!?

#batpham #batfamily #batkids #tim drake #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #batbros

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delicatedarknight · 3 months

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Bruce: what makes you good for my son?

Kon: what is there that I lack? I'm perfect for your son

Jason: I would say he lacks common sense

Dick[sighing]: describe why you love Tim?

Kon: he is a huge coffee addict, the Robin costume looks ugly but I guess those are the things that make him look hella attractive not to mention he has a great as-

Bruce, Damian, Jason & Dick [ready with their weapons on Kon's neck]: be careful how you finish that sentence

Kon[flying out of the window]: HE GOT A GREAT ASS

[An hour later]

Metropolis reporter: today's breaking news Batman and the Robins are chasing after Superboy while throwing profanities. Oh wait we see Red Hood let's ask him about the situation

Reporter: Red Hood what brings you all to the metropolis today?

Red Hood: oh it's just a family outing to promote tourism to Gotham not like we are trying to make Superboy disappear from the face of the earth and bury him somewhere. Now now where did our Superboy kid run off to now?

Reporter:

[In Kent house hold]

Kon: Dad...you know I love you soo much right?

Clark[sighing]: what did you do this time?

Kon: Dad you gotta protect me they are coming for me

Clark: they who?

Kon: the bat fa-

[Window breaking and batfam entering]

Kon[already using Clark as human shield]: they are here dad

Bruce: Clark stay out of this

Clark[confused]: what did he do for the whole bat family to chase after him

Damian: ask him yourself

Clark: so what did you do?

Kon[shyly grinning]: I complimented Tim's ass..

Clark: I mean I see where you are coming from..I mean Bruce also has a great ass..but that's not the point now.

Dick: guess it's time to end the whole Superman bloodline

Jason: deviation in the plan now it's both dad-son duo

Clark: Can I say something before I die?

Bruce[with kryptonite]: you may speak

Clark: Bruce I always wanted to tell you something, you look really beautiful, and last Thursday, you looked amazing in those black undies.

[Collective batfam screaming and fighting]

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superbat-love · 10 months

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Dick: Alright, guys! Post-mission inspection. You know the drill.

Groans and grumbles were heard but everyone dutifully lined up in a row.

Jason: Must we do this every night?

Bruce: We wouldn’t have to if you were all honest about your own injuries.

Clark: You’re not exactly the person who should be saying that, Bruce. You do the same thing.

Bruce: Do as I say, not as I do.

Clark flew down in front of them and used his eyes to carefully scan over each and every one of them.

***

Clark: You should get that knife wound on your thigh treated. You can’t hide it from me by standing like that, Damian.

Damian: Tis nothing but a scratch, alien.

***

Tim: My head has been hit tonight but I don’t have any concussion. Someone tried to stab me but his knife merely grazed my arm. Another guy punched my stomach but my armor absorbed most of the force from the blow. Based on these observations, I conclude that most of my injuries are superficial and therefore, there’s no cause for concern.

Clark: Hmm, your brain waves look normal. There’s some bruising on your stomach but luckily there’s no internal bleeding. You should really get that wound on your back bandaged though, Tim, you’re bleeding a lot.

***

Clark: Your shoulder’s dislocated, Jason, and that wound seems to be inflamed.

Jason: Oh, this? [Snaps his shoulder back into place] Meh, I’ve had worse. I’ll just clean this with alcohol. [pours the beer that he’s drinking onto the wound, ignoring Bruce’s outraged gasp] Voila, good as new.

***

Clark: All good, Dick. Clean bill of health!

Dick: Heh, no one’s fast enough to land a blow on me!

Jason: Check his head again, Superman. I think you may have missed something.

Damian: You wanna test that theory, Grayson?

Tim: The probability of that clean bill of health is decreasing as we speak.

Dick: Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

***

Bruce: That’s it, all of you report to the med bay. Now. Except Dick. His brain is fine, boys, so you can put your hands down.

Clark: Not so fast. I need to check on you too, Bruce. I can see your brain already calculating ways of escape.

Bruce: …Fine. Get on with it.

Clark:

Bruce: Clark?

Clark:

Bruce: Clark, are you done yet?

Clark: Beautiful

Cue the groans and sounds of retching in the batcave.

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usagi-t-suki · 1 year

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*tim's not out to his siblings yet*

batkids: *comes to the manor* what the...?

alfred:

(art by meruz)

batkids: hey alfie... what you got there?

alfred: oh hello, master/miss. i’m just ironing master timothy’s new bedroom decor that he bought

batkids: tim’s what that he what?

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lilylovelyxo · 1 year

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*Y/N, Dick, and Roy watching Jason beat the shit out of a man for putting his hands on you*

Dick: “Oh, boy…”

Y/N: “I'm going to watch through my fingers. No, I'm not.”

Dick: “I'm going to look away.”

Roy: “I think we're gonna have to lay low for a little while after this.”

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rainnyydaysworld · 5 months

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I have a question.

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babyyoda234 · 1 month

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Gotham is an environmental NIGHTMARE⚠️

This may be a really niche topic, but my degree is currently in Environmental science, so this is on my mind constantly.

Think about it:

The Joker is constantly messing with the air quality with his "laughing gas".

Poison Ivy's pheromones are definitely going to end up in the water supply.

Killer Croc lives in the sewers? Imagine having to deal with a sewer emergency and your boss goes "Dammit Waylon. Again?"

He's not even the only person who lives in the sewers canonically.

Bruce Wayne is constantly flying private. Don't even get me started on Batman and the Justice Leagues carbon emissions...

The Joker is constantly crashing planes/ cars into Gotham Harbor. You know that water is polluted beyond repair. Imagine having Aquaman step in because all the fish are in Gotham are dying...

Not to mention, Batman's rogues are constantly poisoning that water supply.

The Rogues' are also poisoning themselves by working out of old abandoned buildings that are riddled with asbestos....

On the topic of my girl Poison Ivy...

Can you imagine having this woman in class? Freshman year she teaches the hardest intro level botany course offered. You spend every week going to her office hours hoping to pass her class, then a decade later she is bullying you for not remembering the exact equation for photosynthesis while you clean up the mess SHE MADE. The drama.

Might write a fan fic about this in the next couple months. Comment if you would be interested!

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alessabriel · 1 year

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Gunshot.

Summary: the unknown lives in the dark and the dark finds a home in empty chests.

Cw. Angst, dark content, death of the main character, slight combination between mdzs|wwx, male reader= Blaine, etc.

Pt.2

Words were like bullets, leaving a trail painful enough to feel on the skin. The air charged with tension, ready to be shot and ready to not be the only thing.

"Father-"

"I don't think you deserve to call me that, Blaine,"

Batman snaps, his voice meant for criminals only. And Blaine's (Name's) world blurred at an astonishing speed, so fast and fast that he couldn't spin anything.

Those cruel voices increased, the whispers in his ears did not stop and the unmistakable tickling was growing under his skin. Something was swirling and preparing his claws, only no one managed to detect it. From Nightwing to Robin they stood still as soon as they heard that sentence emerge from who was everyone's support figure.

Nobody saw it coming.

However, they expected a visceral reaction, some scream and answers just as sharp since they knew his brother, he was not someone passive who accepted to walk on him. The icy silence was what seconded that demand. Blaine felt his muscles tense and ready to fight, he went on guard without even thinking, he didn't feel safe. The voices were getting louder, the shadows were darker, and they lurked, laughing, scratching at her skin in the comfort of the dark. Before he could say anything the dark gray bat emblem was ripped from his chest, making him move only a few millimeters.

"You will leave your guard name and last name, it was enough"

As if the emblem was something to protect your psyche, the instant he was ripped from the command suit, it was like an avalanche of boiling ice because a whole burst of voices rumbled through his head, ricocheting off his skull and making his ears bleed from behind. the warm liquid that ran down his high black collar. Blaine felt everything but nothing at the same time, the pain was shaking his head and out of inertia he brought one of his gloved hands to his ear, wanting to block the static that was breaking his eardrums and momentarily stop the profuse bleeding that began to fall from his injured ears.

"I understand" the fourth eldest son of Bruce Wayne limited himself to uttering before taking a staggering step back and turning around in the direction of the motorcycle that he abandoned halfway, nobody could do anything when the roar of it shook the cave before turning back.

There were no more words, just a slow, flimsy flight.

The fourth eldest son was wobbling in his gait but he recovered enough to pull away on his motorcycle leaving behind only the hum of top gear.

Nobody dared to say anything, to comment on it until the first to move was Alfred who left the cave without looking back.

There was no room for questioning.

#dc universe #Dc #Dc x male reader #Bruce Wayne x reader son #Batfamily x male reader #Male reader Wayne!#Batkids x brother reader #angst fic #batfamily x batbro

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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“Hey, if I gave you twenty dollars, would you drive to the gas station and buy me a Coca Cola and some wasabi almonds?”

His eldest brother blinked and looked down at him, head shoved up into his armpit. “Jay, really? You just threw up because you ate too many hot Cheetos and now you want cola and wasabi almonds? Really?”

“‘m hungry,” Jason whined, rolling over to shove his face into his brother’s side. “I want some wasabi almonds.”

“Those aren’t good for you right now. You need some pepto bismol and a new stomach lining.”

“Why don’t you love me?”

“I do love you, Jaybie, but I also love making sure you’re healthy and not sick. Giving you cola and wasabi almonds would be counterproductive to those directives.”

Jason pulled his face away from his brother’s side and glared at him. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a plebian.”

His brother rolled his eyes and nudged his head back, carefully adjusting his other arm around the sleeping youngest brother who evidently was awake because he wore a shit-eating grin. “Why do I feel like a mother hen taking care of her chicks every time I come home?”

Someone’s ankles, Dick’s, propped on his shoulders from where the brothers sat on the floor in front of the couch, and he retorted, “Because you mother us more than Alfie does.”

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rev-wrath · 2 years

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All Alone

Batbro!Reader

Prompt: “It’s just you - you’re all alone.”

Summary: A small reflection on his life while he’s in the middle of nowhere.

Notes: Angst. Reader is male and uses he/him pronouns. 0.4k.

The rain doesn’t bother him, not really. Nothing more than a constant feeling on his skin. His torn suit doesn’t really help. Or the rough ground he’s laying on.

“It’s just you. You’re all alone.” The voice sounds familiar. At least he thinks so.

“I know.” He responds. There truly isn’t anyone here. He’s far from home. Far from his family who are probably even farther, half of them scattered to the winds.

He’s also pretty sure the voice says another thing but he can’t find it in himself to care. However the strength to get up right now is in him, but he can’t be bothered. What’s waiting for him? A small, empty hut in the forest, just out of reach from civilization? Where he has to go right back to the drawing board?

None of them were ever very good at leaving behind this life, he doesn’t even think many of them have tried to actually leave it. There’s something dark brewing in each of them. Some of them are trying to walk the tightrope between this life and a “normal” one. It hasn’t really worked very well. Except for Bruce, in a way.

They’re all excellent at playing their parts as Brucie’s kids though. Show up to galas, make statements, help out around Gotham with a smile. None of them mind doing that last one. They never stop helping that city. It’s one thing to remove the rot, it’s another to rebuild the foundations.

And just being them? No masks of any type? That’s the scary part. It gets a little blurry too. Crime never stops, so neither do they. They’re all too busy to go live proper lives outside of superhero-ing or whatever. Small indulgences here or there? Sure. Cafes, bookstores, movie theaters. Those they can do.

Do any of his siblings have friends outside of their hero teams? He’s not even sure. He doesn’t have any outside of work. That hardly matters right now anyways. Once he gets back he’ll take what he has and put it together, figure out what’s next. Because what else is he going to do?

There’s always another thing. He’s not even sure what else he would do besides this. It’s been a long time and he’s not really in the market for trying to find himself and another meaning to life. Perhaps the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.

He gets up, his bones popping, ribs bruised and ankle swollen. Grabbing his wrist he pops his shoulder back into place.

He has work to do and there’s a long walk ahead of him.

#batbro!reader #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #batfam x batbro #batfamily x batbro #batfam x reader imagines #dc #read reed

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batty-pham · 6 months

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Danny being new to the family and adjusting to the family dynamics: why does Bruce get all weird when you mention wally?

Dick: oh, because we're dating and he doesn't like that.

Danny, a closeted bisexual now worried that his new father figure is homophobic: oh-

Dick, shrugging, unbothered because his dad hates speedsters, not him dating men: it is what it is.

Danny, seconds away from a panic attack, spiraling about Batman finding out he's bi and kicking him out: it is what it is

#dick x wally #dp x dc #dpxdc #batfamily #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #danny phantom #batfam #batbros #this is my favorite flavor of the miscommunication troupe i swear #danny is just ready to accept hiding this part of himself bruce like how he hid his ghost half from the Fentons #just like “the fentons accepted my gay but not my ghost - it's just flipped here ...good to know-”#but no #bruce just hates wally #specifically

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