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strange-birb · 8 months
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Had to when I saw the quote lol
I love Jason sm 😂
Og post @batfam-imagines
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icantseepurple · 1 month
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Late night thought.
You know how when you need to put a cat down you can kinda just gentle toss them. And that sometimes people who are use to holding cats then hold a dog and forget that you can't really do the same thing for them. So they end up just throwing a dog. I would like to imagine that was what it was like for Bruce to go from having Dick as a child to Jason.
Bruce main experience with children would be this little acrobat who would just jump/flip out of his arms and honestly enjoyed the extra momentum of the toss when being put down. So that's just how he is use to releasing kids when carrying them. But then he has Jason, and is holding him and they have a cute moment, but then by instinct he throws Jason, and Jason just thumps to the ground. And both of them are staring at each other with confusion.
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frownyalfred · 27 days
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Tim/Kon being a peak ship except every few days they realize they’re acting too much like Bruce and Clark and have to ditch the relationship until they can look at each other again without flinching.
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jaysgirlx · 3 months
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You, while playing with Jason's hair: Do the scars still hurt?
Jason: All the fucking time.
You: Do they hurt, when I touch them or-
Jason: No no no, it's more of a mental thing…sometimes when you touch them they bring back bad memories before I…
You: Then why don't you ever pull away?
Jason: Because I know you're not trying to hurt me, I know that you're safe? I don't know the fucking words for this…
*He rests his head on your shoulder*
Jason: Just don't leave.
You: I never will Jay.
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mostly-imagines · 22 days
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Banished
jason todd x fem!reader
aka jason misses his girlfriend
warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)
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Jason sits slumped over the kitchen island, head lying in his crossed arms. His now soggy cereal disregarded after barely a few bites.
Dick’s been rummaging through the cabinets for the better part of twenty minutes and Tim sits atop of the nook table shoving donuts in his mouth for the better part of thirty.
Damian trudges past them to the nook bench, taking out a knife and beginning to whittle away at a block of wood.
He glances at Jason with a scowl. “If you’re going to be so miserable, can’t you do it in your own home?”
Jason just grunts.
He wishes. You and Bruce had conspired to trap him at the mansion for the week so he could heal from injuries sustained during the last mission without risk of him suiting up and sneaking away from you in the middle of the night.
It’s not even the fact that he’s basically being babysat that’s got him so disgruntled. He wouldn’t mind it at all if you were here too. But you were dead set that the manor was too far out of your way for work, so you’d stay behind. A lose-lose for Jason.
“He’s just mad his girlfriend kicked him out.” Dick teases, swiping through the fridge.
Tim snorts from the doorway, “Me too. He’s a lot more depressing on his own.”
Jason kept his head down as he blindly reached for the spoon in his cereal and chucked it at Tim’s head.
Tim catches it without thought, continuing, “A lot more irritable, at least. Why isn’t she here?”
“She’s gotta work.” Dick says, scanning through the pantry.
Damian peeps his head up from his project. “But Todd has a rather large supply of less than legally obtained money, does he not?”
“Yeah, but she said she wants to pay her own rent, I think.” Dicks hums, finally giving up on his quest for a snack.
Damian pauses.
“So she wants to live in a tiny apartment?” He asks, a mixture of confused and horrified.
“Watch your mouth.” Jason mumbles.
“It was a genuine question!” Damian protests, face screwed up.
Jason finally lifts his head up, turning to his little brother with a raised brows. “And I’m genuinely going to break your nose.”
It’s an empty threat, maybe. But it was enough to shut Damian up anyways. Jason turns back to his cereal and swishes the bowl around.
Dick rests his arms on the counter across from Jason and speaks lowly. “You know, it is just a few days. She’s coming back.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Jason was never one for showing his feelings—let alone talking about them.
He misses you, plain and simple. Dick could see that much clearly, though the longing looked unfamiliar on Jason.
Bruce lingers in the hallway, just past the island, listening.
He’ll admit (to himself) that he’s worried about Jason. It’s been three days and Jason has yet to show a crack in this demeanor. And while it’s not uncommon for him to stow himself away, there is something quite wrong with the way he hasn’t countered his brother’s jabs at him or teased them.
And while he could do without the blatant threats, he’s proud to hear his son defending his girlfriend, even over trivial things. It’s one of the few moments where he feels like he did right by him as a father.
And now here’s his son, caring about someone else more than he cares about himself. Someone who’s a good person, no less. It had been your idea to trick Jason into staying at the manor, you were scared that he would push his body past its limit when you couldn’t do anything to help.
Bruce knew you didn’t feel great about basically banishing him for the week but he could see that you just wanted what was best for Jason. He could see it so clearly. Maybe Bruce could never have been a perfect father, could never have given his son everything he needed despite having more money than he could ever use. Maybe he couldn’t help him, even now.
But you could.
Bruce peers around the corner, leaning up against the doorframe.
He watches Damian give up on carving at his block and start into the leg of the table.
He watches the bickering that broke out after Tim grab the last glazed donut, which was apparently the only thing Dick could possibly fathom eating.
And he watches Jason.
As Jason’s phone lights up on the counter next to him. He glances down at it with a frown before his face absolutely lights up.
He scrambles to pick the phone up and starts typing away. A quiet action that catches the attention of all of his brothers.
He types and types, waits for ten seconds for a response and types and types again—smile on his face.
The Waynes didn’t need to be the greatest detectives in the world to know who he was texting.
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boom-katsuki · 5 months
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One of my favorite flavors of batfam angst is when one of the batkids—competent, independent, would-fistfight-a-god-stubborn vigilantes—would look for or scream for Bruce (not Batman but Bruce, Dad) when faced with something that’s got them truly shaken and at the end of their rope. Like, these are the Bats. Everyone’s either afraid or in awe of them but at the end of the day they’re still Bruce’s children. And if they’re ever pushed to the very limit, past the fight and the grit and the bravery, they know that Dad can do something about it. Dad will know what to do. Dad can fix it for them.
(Here is the thing about fathers, however. Behind the cowl and the cape and the broad shoulders, he is still only a man.)
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p1nkshield · 1 year
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Bruce: Robin, this is Superman
Clark: hello! it’s a pleasure to meet-
Robin!Dick: Can you throw me?
Clark: I’m sorry what?
Robin!Dick: I said can you throw me with all your strength into the sky!
Clark: No?!? Why?!? You would die!
Robin!Dick: I won’t die I’m built different!!!! Throw me!! I wanna taste the clouds and see how many flips I can do!!
Bruce: *long dad sigh*
Clark: clouds just taste like water!
Robin!Dick: Sounds like something someone might say if they wanted all the tasty clouds to themselves!
Clark: What?!?
Years Later
Dick: Uncle Clark?
Clark: No, I will not.
Dick: >:(
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cardinalcheerio · 5 months
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I have a headcannon that at some point in his early robin days, Jason decided he wanted to be like Alfred and committed to drinking tea, using British slang and the accent while being robin.
This obviously confused the rogues a lot.
Fighting Mr. Freeze:
Jason: aye, what in the bloody hell do you think your doin? (Horrible British and gotham accent mix)
Freeze: I am- wait. Robin? Are you ok?
Bats: it's a phase. Just ignore it.
Freeze: keep forgetting he's a kid... anyways-
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innerwomen · 2 months
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To the paparazzi.
Paring: Husband!Bruce Wayne x (batmom) F!Reader
SUMMARY: At a gala you hear reports negative comments towards you but you brush it off, but when someone mentions your children? Peace was never an option.
TYPE: angst with sweet revenge
WARNING: body shaming. Swearing. This takes place in the original DC AU the only difference is that COVID-19 also took place (quarantine).
Reminder: you are beautiful, so who gives a shit what they say? (If you have any requests, I would love to know!! Don’t be shy!)
“And next we have… Oh my god! It’s Bruce Wayne and wife Y/n Wayne! This is the first time we’ve seen them out in public since Covid-19 lockdown!” The reporter was just one of many people screaming, taking pictures or asking questions towards you and Bruce.
After two years or complete lockdown, Gothams elites were back at it again with the parties, galas, and charities. And as the wife of a socialist, you and Bruce had a lot of events to attend. You and your husband were making your way into the after party for the election of the Mayor, the one Barbara Gordon won. You had to admit you slightly missed the parties, and the music, and the social interactions. But god, you’ve always hated the paparazzi.
“While it looks like Mr.Wayne kept himself busy at the gym during quarantine, looks like Y/n was taking it easy.” You heard a reporter say as she looked you over, judging.
“Seems like we are going to be seeing a weight loss journey from Mrs.Wayne coming soon. Hopefully.” Another snarking comment.
You heard the comments, they wanting you to hear them. Bruce heard them too; it was bothering him and he wanted to say something about it. “Y/n, give me the word and I swear- those people won’t have a job in three lifetimes.”
“Bruce, don’t let it get to you, I don’t. I couldn’t give two shits what those people say about me, what do they know? I look good, and I feel good.” Though you were appreciative, you didn’t need Bruce to defend you. When you were younger, you probably would have let those comments get to you, but as you’ve matured, you realize, no one can pay you enough to care what people think.
You and Bruce were at the end of the carpet and about to make your way inside the building when suddenly you hear, “If this is her, I would hate to see how her sons have gotten. The once handsome Wayne sons, may have let themselves go, and their daughter? She was chubby to begin with, imagine her now….!”
You’re furious, you couldn’t believe somebody had the actual audacity to speak about your children that way. Literal children. You were all about ‘not letting it get to you’ but messing with someone kids? That’s a whole different story.
You let go of Bruce’s hand and grab the woman by the shirt collar, “Listen hear, I couldn’t care less about what you say about me…” you bring her closer, “but if you ever say anything about my children again; I will pull your tongue out of your mouth, drag it around your neck, and strangle you with it.” You keep eye contact the whole time, letting her know, you aren’t playing around. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes… sorry….” You felt her quiver. Good.
You let go of her and she immediately collapses onto the ground. You walk back to Bruce, grasp his hand and walk inside. “Are we going to act like… none of that just happened?” Bruce asked as he glanced down at you.
“She’s so lucky this dress is tight, if not, I would have punched her so hard in the vocal cords she’d become mute.” You say irritated.
“I think she’s learned her lesson, honey. Let’s get you a drink.” He smiles as he walks you over to the bar. “By the way,” his voice drops and he whispers to you, “that was so hot, seeing you put her in her place.”
You felt your cheeks blush and you shoo him, “Just get me my drink.”
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batfams-posts · 1 month
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Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who loves to watch you get ready for the day or bed. Hear me out
He would totally love the girl that “goes to bed ugly to wake up hot” like crazy shower routine, 10 step skincare routine of the best products, heat less curls in, body moisturized head to toe in something that smells like vanilla or cinnamon, has a silk pillowcase/bonnet on, maybe mouth tape or retainer etc like not sexy lingerie but all the stuff the TikTok girlies use. Definitely sleeping in Jason’s sweats.
He would love to sit on the bed or stand somewhere in the bathroom and listen to you talk about your day or maybe he is getting ready for patrol while you are getting unready.
I think he would try to help you moisturize when you step out of the shower because he would just want to have his hands on you lol
And in the morning when he is still in bed/trying to sleep from a crazy night patrolling he would sleepily have one eye on you while you took off yours heat less curls or putting on your morning skincare and makeup.
If you styled your hair he would love to see the before and after before you leave the apartment and would get sad if he didn’t get a little ootd (outfit of the day” rundown from you. He thinks is silly but it’s one of the bits you guys have together.
My first post ever but it’s just a thought I’ve had after reading so so much Jason Todd content lol
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i-cant-sing · 6 months
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Okay but I need yall to help me figure out the character(s) for the following scenario:
Imagine a romantic yandere falling for reader, and ofc reader isn't in love with yandere for obvious reasons like red flags. Maybe they did try dating, Yandere is a charmer, comes from a rich family, he's smart and hardworking and oh so head over heels in love with you. He's always taking you out on best dates, HAS to get you the largest fucking bouquets (excellent taste in flowers) and buys you expensive but well thought out gifts.
But for whatever reason, things dont work out and you break things off hastily and most likely over the phone before leaving the country. And yandere just- breaksdown. I mean my man does not have a good mental health as is, but you leaving, actually leaving him just breaks him down and he has a full blown panic attack.
I'm talking about yandere falling to his knees, clutching his chest and gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he screams your name like a mad man. His family, they love him, they adore their son/brother/grandchild sm, it pains them to see him in such a miserable state. Yandere man is so delirious that he has to be sedated, tranquillised by medical professionals because he's just losing his fucking mind, babbling your name over and over again like a mad man. His condition only worsens as time passes, and so his family decides to take drastic measures because they can't see their beloved son/brother/grandkid so fucking dead and depressed and a shell of a once bright man. They love him so much, they only want ti see him happy, so they use their money and influence to track you down and try to convince you to return and take yandere back. When you refuse, they take the high way and force you to come with them, dragging you kicking and screaming to their private jet and fly all the way home, where yandere is.
You're in a dishevelled state, tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to free yourself from their grasps as they take you to yandere. And when yandere sees you... for the first time in months, his family sees the light return in his eyes as the yandere reaches out for you, scared that you're just his mind playing tricks. When he finally touches you, he is immeadiately pulling you into a hug, arms tightening around your body like a gilded cage as he cries into your shoulder and thanks his family for bringing you back. His family only smiles with tears in their eyes as they lock the door behind them when they leave, so that you don't go running away. Meanwhile, yandere has pulled you into his lap and he's looking at you with such sad eyes, staring at each feature of yours over and over again as if to memorise it all again. He can't help the tears that continue to slip out of his eyes, maybe he's crying that you're finally here, or maybe he's crying for all the time that's been lost when you weren't here. You fall asleep soon due to exhaustion, but yandere doesn't sleep a wink that night because he continues to stare at you and play with your hair very gently, finally closing his eyes when morning comes and he wraps his arms around you and traps your legs with his.
By now, you guys realise that the yandere's family is not only yandere for their son/brother/grandson but also for you. They are yandede for you too, but they're not allowing you to leave them or their son or even make him unhappy ever again. Some members are willing to let all you "tantrums" slide, while others are not so kind. BUT one thing is for sure, you're ALWAYS safe with yandere s/o, no matter what.
Now, for the characters I've had in kind for this scenario are:
Halim Mehmet Shah and the Shah Family (my ocs)
Dabi/Shotou and Todoroki clan (I am the OG creator of Yandere Todoroki Clan)
I wanna say Naoya or Toji but the Zenin clan hates them both....
Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Batfam
What do you guys think?
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Mood board for this scenario^^^(I love Pinterest)
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strange-birb · 7 months
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Cough*
Jason’s design……
Next time I’m going to go ham with platforms on him like 👀
Not really a design I app for him. I feel like he’s not gonna go all out he’s just vibing idk. He set the makeup being the most prominent thing. His theme is dead boi
He does actually have the scars but I figure paint them all glowey and no one questions it?
He has fun being the zombie on stage and watching his family squirm when they see him in all the makeup lol
Blue lips cold skin wrecked fingernails
Bruce would have an attack 🤣
I don’t really know what to do with Jason’s designs and I’m open to any ideas fr
Official secret band AU!!!
Steph is drummer. Tim singer. Jason guitarist
I’m debating adding another but it won’t be batfam 🤷‍♀️
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bruciemilf · 1 year
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Bruce texting " I'm writing my will. Would anyone like anything specifically?" In the group chat. With no expectations of his kids ripping the door of his office open. With Clark in toe. Well. Should've thought twice
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frownyalfred · 2 months
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I think several members of the Justice League hate the Batfamily because every one of them — every single one — has the same, Batman-esque look on their face when they know something you don’t. Which they do. Frequently. Just like the fucking Bat.
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lunamugetsu · 4 months
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Delivery!
Flash was currently being held captive in a black of ice. How he got like this he wasn't sure. All he remembered was that he was running across Central City keeping the peace until suddenly an ice beam shot out of nowhere and froze his feat to the ground.... and the rest of him.
"Alright you got me! Show your face!"
"Well I was going to regardless. No need to yell." Out pops Danny Phantom carrying a bag with him and holding out an envelope.
"What? Who are you?"
"My name's Phantom. Danny Phantom. I have a message for you. I couldn't get your attention earlier so I thought this was just the next best way to get you to stop." Danny said as he unfreezes the speedster.
"Uh, okay." Flash said as Danny gives him an envelope.
On the envelope there are drawing in crayon and stickers and in marker it says: to Flash.
"It's from Susie, she'd said you'd remember her."
He remembered a Susie, a little girl that he used to see in the children's hospital. She had leukemia. He spent any minute he could making sure the kid was smiling when he was there. He was heartbroken when the nurses told him that she had passed away before he could give her her birthday present. Flash examined the crayon written words, it was just like Susie's writing.
"How did you?"
"Just read it."
The letter reads:
Dear Flash,
I'm sorry, I wasn't there when you showed up for my birthday. I never got to tell you, but thank you for being at the hospital with me when I was scared of going to treatment or when I had to take my medicine. Thank you for making me smile even when I didn't feel well. Thank you for playing games with me when I couldn't go outside. Thank you for talking to my mom and dad at my funeral. That was really nice. I drew some pictures for you but I never got to finish them when I was in the hospital so I drew you some new ones. Danny says that he'll give them to you.
In the envelope was a series of different colored papers all with different crayon and marker drawings of Susie and him playing in different scenarios. One where she was a doctor and he played the injured patient. One where they were both superheroes. Another one where they were playing shadow puppets when she wasn't feeling well. Page after page were different drawings of them playing with the last one was covered in glitter with a big heart with a crayon drawing of him and Susie.
"Susie said that her biggest regret was that she couldn't say thank you to her hero before she passed. So I bumped her up on my delivery list."
"What?"
"Oh yeah, I never fully introduced myself. I'm Danny Phantom, you can call me Danny. I'm the designated delivery person for the afterlife to the living realm. Any messages or special requests from the dead are delivered by me!" Danny hands him a business card all official.
And it does say: Danny Phantom special delivery service for those of the non-living variety!
"She also said she wanted to give you one last hug before moving on."
"What do you?" Flash is halted from saying anything else as he feels a pressure against his legs. He looks down to see a translucent small figure. She was a picture of what she looked like before the chemo. Susie gives him a smile and a hug before fading before his eyes.
Before Danny officially takes up the mantle of Ghost King he's trying to do a job that would have him interact with all of his citizens first so he could get a feel of it. Hence him making connections with both the living and non-living people (he went big-brain for this idea)
Extra scene:
"Oh that reminds me, I have a card for you from someone else."
"A card?" Flash opens the card only to get sucker-punched in the face. (like one of those cartoon boxing glove punches)
"A punch card." Danny said
Flash groans as he looks at the card that has the words: STOP MESSING WITH TIME! from CW
Obligatory Gotham Scene:
Danny standing in front of a beaten up Joker that has been tied to a chair.
"Just so you know I have a back order of a lot special requests for you. And since I can't exactly kill you, that would create so much political tape. I can let them make requests for certain actions. So right now I have over 50 requests for me to break your legs and over 30 to pull out your teeth and break your jaw. Some of them contradict each other because they want to make every word you say hurt you but others want me to curse you so you can't speak again. So I'll just have to get creative." Danny says winding his arm back and form.
He is for sure being completely professional about, he gets no personal gratification from beating up a crazy clown at all. (said nobody ever)
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stormy-skyzzzzzz · 18 days
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no but imagine Jason Todd with his big, strong, callused hands holding on to your hips for dear life while you ride him till dawn.
oh and he for sure whimpers.
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