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incorrectbatfam · 4 months
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Stephanie: Wondering where I’ve been?
Damian: No, I knew you were gone and it was nice.
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msfcatlover · 7 months
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Lemme tell you, Bruce better have his fucking shit together when he gets back from time traveling, because Cass absolutely does not have Dick’s respect for Bruce’s fatherly bond with [youngest child] (made even stronger by the fact it’s just shared trauma in a Reverse!Robins verse, not shared genetics & a childhood longing to connect with/impress said father) and she WILL just put baby!Dick on her shoulders like, “My kid now.”
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heroicheroes · 4 months
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Amnesia
Just have an idea and I want to throw some of what I've already gotten done out here. No idea how long it'll take between additions from me, but anyone who wants to add or continue to what I already have, feel free.
Basic Summary: Tim Drake finds Jason Todd after he crawls out of his own grave but before the League of Assassins and decides to take Jason home to Drake Manor. (Title may change)
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Prologue
Tim never thought he would ever actually be scared of Batman. But as he looked down on the alley below, Tim was terrified.
Batman was in a rage and he had been ever since he had come back from Ethiopia three weeks ago. Ever since he had come back alone.
It wasn't very hard for Tim to realize that Robin was dead. His Robin was gone. 
Tim pushed down the realization and bile it brought up as he dialed for emergency services. The criminal being beaten into the pavement below had only robbed a Walmart when he’d been discovered by Batman. Now he would be leaving in an ambulance. Tim only hoped that the sirens would be enough warning for Batman to get away.
Even as he waited, watching in horror, Tim began to think about how to save him. Bruce was a good man, damn it, and he was too lost in his own grief to realize how dangerous he had become. Batman needed a Robin. So Tim would find a Robin for him.
The ambulance arrived and Batman heard it just soon enough to disappear onto the gloomy fire escape above the alley. His form was nothing but a darker patch of shadow, but Tim had been following Gotham’s protectors long enough to recognize the tension in his gaze, the shaking of his shoulders. Batman was crying. 
His Hero… 
And then he was gone. 
Tim needed to get to work.
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poetic-crimelord · 4 months
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I was hearing Dear Theodosia when suddenly I had a realization
Okay imagine this. Burr's part start and you see Jason and Lian. Jason being her stepfather because of dating Roy.
Then in Hamilton's part you have Damian and Dick.
When they overlaps saying their father wasn't around it both could show Bruce or their respective fathers.
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mylifeisfruk4ever · 2 years
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Sequel
After an accident, Tim wakes up in the body of a nine-year-old boy, destined to die for a family that considered him at best a substitute for the real protagonist. He doesn't want this fate.
Tim's plan to survive in his new world was simple.
First, he had to stay on the sidelines, save Jason and not get involved with the Wayne family.
He was already an unwanted child once, he didn't want to be again.
The world of The Dark Hero Behind the Throne was almost as depressing as his old life, and he didn't want to repeat the experience
God, or the Author in this case, had other plans for him.
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tiredofsatansbullshit · 11 months
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the thing that makes all the batsiblings dynamics hilarious is the fact that they all started out as only children and then had constant shifting roles. normally when your parents have other children you have the period of pregnancy and then a baby to adjust to but with them it was just sudden
Dick went from an only child for eighteen years to an older brother and then lost that brother and then gained a bunch more siblings.
Jason went from an only child, to the youngest of two, to the second oldest.
Cass went from an only child to a shifting family dynamic of being a middle child (i don’t know her age because of how it constantly changes but it’s somewhere between Tim and Jason).
Tim went from an only child, to the youngest of two - then the youngest of three - then a middle child.
Damian was an only child and then suddenly the youngest of six.
Duke was an only child and now he’s in a family where he’s the second youngest with four older siblings.
It’s such a funny dynamic to me
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jupiterfallz · 7 months
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Batsibling shenanigans #286
Dick: Your parents got murdered in front of you?
Batkids: Fucking mint
Jason: You got kidnapped and tortured by the Joker?
Batkids: Fucking mint
Tim: Your parents are neglectful billionaires who left you alone from a young age?
Batkids: Fucking mint
Damian: Your maternal family is full of assassins who trained you and your second eldest brother who was revived in the lazarus pit?
Dick, and Duke: You fucking what-
Jason & Damian: fucking mint-
Tim, who already knew, echoing moments after: fuckin mint.
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Danny being Damian's Secret Twin is all well and good. But my dear friends, there is another batsibling with shit parents. One whose mother is already ok with abandoning her child
Danny being Jason's Secret Twin
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sadlynotthevoid · 2 months
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Talking about the DPxDC crossovers—
You know what is better than "Bruce adopts Danny and/or his sisters after the Fentons mess up" trope? Jack and Maddie adopt the batkids after he messes up.
Listen, I love the "Bad Parents Maddie and Jack" Angst as much as the next phan, but this is way funnier, catarthic and likely to happen.
Just— all the batsiblings having fudge with hot drinks under an improvised blank fort the giant goofy man (their new dad, apparently?) made for them, on-site, and listening silly (real) ghost stories. Meanwhile, the short woman in a cyan hazmat suit is slamming Batman against the floor back and forth, like a kid playing with a doll.
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 14 days
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When Our Shadows Disappeared
by HoneyDewed_LemonDrops “Robin, report,” Batman, not Bruce, chimes, and Tim internally breathes out in relief. At least they’d gotten into the normal system, which meant they were free for the most part. The person doesn’t fight him as he stares down at them. “I lost them,” He lies. It doesn’t matter. He tugs the device out of his ear and drops it. He hears it buzz and die when he steps on it. It doesn’t matter, the trackers are still live. If both Batman and Nightwing are free, he gives it about three minutes before one of them shows up. He freezes when he meets their eyes, because they’re the same ones that look back at him in the mirror. No. — Or: I wanted to write a Cass and Tim twin au because there’s tumblr posts of them but no fics and they’re so sosjsbrownanebrbr Words: 8163, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Mostly Unconnected Batfam One-Shots Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Relationships: Janet Drake & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Good Parent Janet Drake, like I made myself like her when writing this, BAMF Tim Drake, Jack Drake is Not Tim Drake's Biological Parent, Tim Drake-centric, Janet Drake is Not Tim Drake’s Biological Parent, Cassandra Cain and Tim Drake are Siblings, Assassin Tim Drake, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, BAMF Cassandra Cain, Protective Cassandra Cain, Assassin Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Whump, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, Cassandra Cain is Not Black Bat, Cassandra Cain is a Wayne, Hurt Tim Drake, Hurt Cassandra Cain, Cassandra Cain and Tim Drake Are Twins, Aged-Down Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake is a Menace, Dead Jack Drake and Janet Drake, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Functional Wayne Family, as in their relationships are fine and dandy and nothing is bad, protective batsiblings, that should be a tag fuck off, Yes beta we come back like all the robins, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Cassandra Cain Joins the Batfamily Early, French Tim Drake, Tim Drake Speaks French, Asian-American Tim Drake, hes technically Japanese but was raised in France, Jason is in this once, there is a planned sequel but idk if I’ll be able to do it, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, No beta we die like janet, for now via https://ift.tt/nZL7fpi
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Hi! i wanted to request a batfam where the reader is the youngest batsibling (maybe 14-15) and is nervous to introduce their first bf or gf to her family. they are all really confused why she's so nervous until they meet readers partner and realise they're the child of one of the gotham villains. eventually they realise that readers partner isn't evil like their parent(s).
Azalea Isley
WC: 2405
SYNOPSIS: Your girlfriend comes from different circumstances. You just hope your adopted family will look past her not-so-perfect family and open their minds. Maybe a flower can survive in a batcave? heh. maybe it’s just wishful thinking.
Pairings: GN!Reader x OC, GN!Batsib!Reader x Batfamily
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Azalea Isley, or Zales, as you call her, has been your girlfriend for one year, two months and six days. You met back when you were 13 while on patrol. You ran into her when looking for her mother, Pamela Isley, aka, Poison Ivy.
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“Robin, search the North wing, S/N, take the South. I’m going to scout the middle. Ivy is tricky and has eyes everywhere. Stay vigilant and stay on comms.” Batman bluntly ordered.
After escaping Arkham Asylum, rumors of Ivy’s whereabouts were spreading like fire, er uh, forest fire. People were saying she had been spotted hiding out at her old workplace; The Gotham Botany Preserve. It’s abandoned now, but naturally, it was your job to investigate.
You discreetly made your way to the South wing, feet silently walking as you listened for any signs of Ivy’s presence. You made your way down the cathedral-like hallway. The cascading walls were covered in thick, dark green vines climbed up towards the ceiling, and weaved around the stained glass windows that lined the hall. A yellow hue of light came from the door that sat slightly ajar at the end of the hall. You saw a shadow fall over the crack in the door, so you pressed yourself against the wall and held your breath.
“I’ve got movement.” You whispered into your comm.
“I have eyes on Ivy.” Damian said. “Someone else must be here.”
“S/N, do not engage. We don’t know who or what that is. Fallback.”
“Okay. On my way to your location now.” Curiosity got the better of you and your actions contradicted your words. Bummer for Batman ig. You slowly pushed the door open and looked around. The abandoned greenhouse had been turned into a make-shift bedroom. Beautiful fully bloomed Bougainvillea spiraled down the pointed ceiling and sporadically grew against the green glass. Leaves littered the floor and petals fell as the door shook some of the vines. Honey yellow lanterns hung on the walls giving a golden warmth to the room, and a small bed was to your left, tucked away.
“Woah…” Your hands unconsciously dropped from their defensive form.
Letting your guard down, what a rookie mistake. Hard vines wrapped around your body and pulled you off the ground. You let out a yelp as your legs were pulled above your head and suspended you above the ground. The vines tied your arms against your sides and held your legs together, completely eliminating movement. You groaned as the blood rushed to your face.
‘Damn Batman would kick my ass if he found out that I disobeyed a direct order, AND got my ass kicked by some foliage while doing so. i kinda deserve this tbh.’ You thought.
Out of the shadows, stepped a young girl. She was about your age, roughly 5’ 6” and was beautiful. So beautiful that even the most thorough words on a page would be far too simple to describe the way she lit up a room. She had dark fuchsia hair that cascaded down her shoulders and fell to the middle of her back. Her green eyes and pale complexion matched that of her mother.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Her hands were shaking, as if they didn’t hold immense power. Still, she was scared of you. She wasn’t used to this by any means. She avoided conflict and violence as much as possible. Her mother hid her away, not that she wanted to leave. She was Rapunzel and wanted to stay Rapunzel. Though, her mother never lied to her about the horrors outside. Call it what you will, Stockholm syndrome, fear, truth, at the end of the day Azalea Isley didn’t like people.
But eh. Who cares? You had a smart mouth and beautiful women oftentimes made you run it as much as possible. You took a breath and began speaking calmly as to not startle her.
“My name is S/N. I am a hero. What’s your name?”
“You lie.” She spat. ‘oh’
“S/N is not a real name. Tell me the truth.” The vines tightened around you. You gasped out.
“I can’t tell you my name! Don’t your parents give you rules you can’t break? This is one of mine.” She contemplated your words.
“As you decide if I’m lying or not, could you loosen these? I'm dyin’ here.” She swallowed and reluctantly loosened the vines, but kept you hanging.
“I am Azalea.”
“Like the flower?” She gave you a pointed look. “Right. Sorry, dumb question.” Her face relaxed into a small smile.
“Momma says there’s no such thing as a dumb question. Only dumb people.”
“Ivy? Yeah, that’s fair. Will you let me down?”
“No.” She came closer to you and began feeling your face and hair.
“That’s fine.” You replied, your voice coming to a whisper.
“I have not met a person like you before, S/N. You’re very warm, and your face is turning pink.”
“That’s normal, don't worry.” Your eyes met hers with a stupid grin.
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Since then, you have met in secret every couple of days, both of your parents staying somewhat oblivious to your secret romance. Today was the day you decided your ruse needed to come to light.
Ow.
Your teeth bit through the skin on your lip. The anxiety of the entire evening was eating you alive. Your knee bounced under the table your family sat around in silence and anticipation.
“So, Y/N.” Bruce began. “Any specific reason you wanted this family meeting?”
Your eyes shot up to meet your adoptive father. You took a breath and decided it was best to be as blunt as possible.
“I have a girlfriend.” You crossed your arms. Your brothers held onto the silence for another beat.
“Oh it’s about time.” Jason said. “We’ve been waiting for you to come clean for like a year.” Your chest released the tension it held, and your face lost its color.
“What?! You knew?” Your eyes widened. How much did they know?
“Yeah, we kind of figured, N/N.” Tim said. You quirked an eyebrow. He shrugged. “Sneaking out without notice is hard to do in a family like ours. But we also figured you’d tell us when you were ready.” You nodded. They still don’t know though. Or they’re just being really cool. Nah, the batfam? No way.
“I invited her over for dinner tonight. I want you guys to meet her.” You fiddled with a leather bracelet. “I want you to have an open mind when you meet her.”
“Of course we will.” Dick said, putting a comforting hand over yours. You averted your gaze from the group as he held your hand.
“She means a lot to me.” cliché
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A few hours later, you were getting dressed. Zales didn’t have a phone, but you knew she was coming. You buttoned up your shirt and ran a hand over your face. Please go well. In all honesty, you knew it probably wouldn’t go well. But hey! What’s life without risk, eh?
The table was set and you made your way towards the foyer to meet Azalea.
She rang the doorbell, and diligent as ever, Alfred opened the door with a knowing smile to welcome her in.
“Hello Miss Azalea, and Welcome to Wayne Manor. We have been expecting you-“
“Zales!!” You ran around Alfred, enveloping your girlfriend in a hug. She laughed, and hugged you back.
She pulled away, but continued to hold your hand. She can feel your anxiety flowing off of you in waves. She turned back towards Alfred.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Pennyworth. I am sorry sweet Y/N here seems to get a bit too ahead of themselves sometimes.”
Alfred nodded, softly smiled and guided the two of you to the dining room. Azalea looked around at the grand manor. The wooden paneling that neatly lined up with the pristine carpet that was cleaned especially well in order to welcome a new guest courtesy of Alfred. <3 Talk about marrying into the right family.
“Allow me to fetch the others.” Alfred said before politely exiting.
She grabbed your hand.
“Regardless of what happens my love, it is all going to be okay.” You nodded.
As you reassured each other, a crash was heard from the other room. You cringed and the voices of your brother’s bickering rang out.
“Shut up replacement, outta my way before you get smacked the fuck up.” Jason began.
“You irk me.” Tim crossed his arms in a pout.
“Both of you, be quiet.” Bruce said, crossing the hallway to enter the room. As the five men looked up, you and Azalea stood. You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Hi.” Azalea said, riddled with nerves.
“Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian,” You began, pointing each one out to her, “this is Azalea,”
“Isley, right?” Bruce said. His gaze hardened and his jaw clenched. The renowned Batman Glare™ didn’t make Azalea back down. She knew what she was getting herself into. So instead, she stood tall.
“Yes, Isley. My mother is Poison Ivy.” After another glaring standoff, Jason suddenly broke the silence with boisterous laughter.
“YES! This is so golden.” He reached a hand out to Zales. “Jason Todd, pleasure to meet you. I am the household headache.” Tension slightly died down in Azalea’s shoulders, she laughed and took his hand.
You loved Jason. He was an arrogant, loud, shoot-first-think-later person, but he was the most loyal person you knew. He always had your back, besides he’s seen his share of kids in bad environments. Hell he’s been there. He has no room to judge and never would.
Bruce continued to stand stoically. Dick smiled, and walked over.
“Hey! I am Dick Grayson, and don’t take whatever Bruce and Damian say personally, they’re always like that.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “Welcome!”
Dick was very motherly. He had his fair share of misfit kids in the teen titans, and Artemis stands to this day as one of his best friends. He has faith in people, and in you. Dick gave you a comforting pat on your shoulder.
“Three to go! Good luck, kid.” He walked past the two of you and sat down at the table next to Jason.
“Alright! Who’s next?” You clapped your hands together.
Tim looked around at the two most stubborn men in his family, or in the world, and then decided he should go next.
“Hey, I’m Tim.”
Tim’s reaction worried you to say the least. The uncertainty of how he would react made your stomach churn. At least you knew Bruce and Damian would be difficult. Tim, however, is usually open-minded. He is also protective. But above all else Tim wanted your happiness, besides, you’ve kicked his ass enough times for him to know not to worry about your safety. If you need help, you know where to go.
He took her hand and shook it. “You don’t need to worry about me. As long as you treat Y/N the way they deserve to be treated, then I'm no problem at all!”
Damian didn’t step forward when his time came.
“I don’t like criminals.”
“I am not a criminal.”
“By association, you are.”
“Oh shut up, Damian.” You snapped, coming to her defense. His eyes flew to meet yours, but he made no move in either direction. “Your mother is one of the most notorious assassins to ever exist, and your grandfather ran a league of them.” You crossed your arms. “You have no room to judge her about association.”
Damian huffed out of his nose and moved past the two of you with a resounding “Tch.”
Your eyes lit up and you spun around to your girlfriend.
“That was good for Damian!” You smiled excitedly. Damian might be a little rough around the edges, but he didn’t fight you. He is just looking out for you, and if you trust her, well, he still wouldn’t trust her, but he wouldn’t treat her as poorly as before. “Now! One more, the final boss.”
“Y/N.” He said.
“Bruce.”
“How long has she known our identities?”
“Like a year, and I only told her mine. She figured the rest on her own.” Eh. Mostly true.
He raised an eyebrow towards her.
“Hello.”
“Hi!!” She smiled.
“I don’t like your mother.”
“My mother doesn’t like you either, so it’s a good thing this doesn’t have anything to do with either of you.” She motioned between you.
Bruce hummed and moved forward. The three of you joined the boys at the table where dinner was served by the one, the only, the amazing, Alfred.
Dinner was awkward at the beginning, but whenever the conversation got moving it was easy. Your brothers liked her, it was Bruce who continued to be standoffish. However, he slowly, painfully slowly, warmed up to her throughout the night. Though it wasn't obvious to the naked eye, as Bruce’s kid, you saw his eyes soften every time you brought up a happy memory with her. She was making you happy, he knew that.
Dinner came to a close and the family was saying their goodbyes to Azalea. You stood by the door and hugged her.
“I’m so glad this went well.” You said, wrapping your arms around her. She kissed your cheek.
“Even if they didn’t like me, there wouldn’t be anyone’s opinion that could keep me from you.” You pulled apart, just as Bruce was coming down the stairs.
“Azalea. May I have a word in private before you leave?”
“Bruce I do-“
“It is okay my love. Yes sir.” Azalea motioned to the room over.
You sat on the stairs and tapped your foot, anxiously and impatiently. DAMMIT! So close to this going well. If he screws it up that would be major suckage.
When they returned, both had content smiles on their faces.
Azalea hugged you again.
“I will see you soon my love.” She then turned to Bruce. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, sir. It was a pleasure to meet your family.”
Bruce held up a hand.
“No need to thank me, the pleasure was all mine. Goodbye Azalea.”
She kissed your cheek.
“I love you.”
“Wh- I love you too- but what did you talk about?!”
Azalea laughed and cupped your face.
“Nothing much. Goodbye” She winked and walked out the door, a car pulling up outside.
“Bye I guess…” You held the door open for her, making sure she made it to her ride.
You turned to Bruce with an eyebrow raised.
He shrugged. “What? It’s my kid’s first relationship, I am not going to ignore that just because of their parents. Absolutely not.”
“Bruuuceeee, what did you say to her?” You groaned.
“I don’t remember.”
“Liar.”
He smiled and put a hand on your shoulder.
“Does she make you happy, Y/N?”
“Extremely.”
“Then I approve.”
“Thank you, Bruce.”
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A/N: tbh this was so fun to write. i ADORE botany (duh my username) and you gave me the perfect chance to use it in a fic! Great req btw i love the whole romeo-and-juliet-esc vibe of their relationship. Y/N and Azalea>>> fr flower power. thanks for the req! If you have anything else let me know!! <3 I’ve been out of town, but now that i’m back my writing can start back up! cant wait for more. Also mha fans should keep an eye out later this week!!
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I refuse to believe the batsiblings don't freak each other out by randomly saying 'I love you' to each other. As someone with a sibling, nothing is more unnerving than your sibling randonly tossing out an 'I love you'. Not in a distracted way, or even during the holidays/birthday, when parent/guardian might be nudging them to get along or anything.
No, it's when you're walking to your respective rooms and your sibling goes 'Hay, I love you' and moves on. Or when you're leaving and get a 'be safe, I love you'.
It's like 'WhAT dO YoU KnOW???' Have you positioned my food? Did you fuck up my things? Blame something on me? Curse me to be run down by a car???
Those random, not thrown out or moment-driven 'Love yous' are so suspicious to siblings.
It'd be:
Dick, speaking to Jason as they leave the cave after patrol: Hay, I love you, Jay.
Jason, vividly remembering every moment Dick hated him as Robin and all the times he went after Nightwing as Red Hood: The fuck did you do? Is Bruce waiting? Did you ruin my favorite gun?
And you can't tell me this hasn't happened:
Tim, who's his parent's son and can be manipulative little shit: You know I love you, right Damian?
Damian, subtly eyeing the cookie he'd just taken from the plate: Of course, Drake. Everyone loves me.
Five seconds later. Damion, getting antipoions from the Batcave: What elusive toxin did Drake create
Tim, knowing full well what he's done, thoroughly enjoying the rest of the cookies Alfred made: Blessed peace- no demon brat.
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msfcatlover · 8 months
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Y'know, if I ever actually post this damn Reverse!Robins thing. I'm pretty sure I'll get to invent the tag "Cassandra Cain is Dick Grayson's parent."
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scribeee · 2 years
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Clark and Conner’s Relationship
I can’t be the only one that doesn’t want Conner to be Clark’s child. For one thing, Clark wasn’t obligated to take in Conner in the same way that none of the other Leaguers had that obligation. He had no hand in Conner’s creation; it was done without his consent. You wouldn’t force an SA victim to keep the child of their abuser. I don’t understand why the same logic doesn’t apply here. Clark was not the only one who neglected his needs. Dinah, Bruce, Barry, Ollie, literally every Leaguer who came into close contact with him were just as responsible for not giving him what he needed. They were adults. They saw that he was missing some crucial steps in development and did nothing. And they obligated themselves to his development when they entered his life willingly so the excuse that Clark has doesn’t apply here. That does not make what Clark did ok, the treating him like a villain and blowing him off, that was uncalled for, but him not automatically treating Conner like his child was a perfectly reasonable response to having his privacy and bodily autonomy violated by MULTIPLE people, not just Luthor.
Now onto the relationship itself. Sibling relationships are not less than parental ones. Siblings with large age gaps often take on a parental role as well. This doesn’t make the relationship less important and it’s kind of invalidating that people think it does. Them being siblings takes nothing away from them being close. The issue is that it’s never shown. DC does not invest in Clark and Conner the way they do any of the Batsiblings so we never get to see what being siblings is like for these two as opposed to Clark being a parent in which we would have something to go off of because he’s been in that role before. That’s not the fault of the relationship itself, but DC refusing to take chances on anyone that isn’t deemed “safe.”
So yeah, there’s my rant for today. I enjoy the concept of them being siblings a lot more than I do father and son. It broadens the relationship, removes pressure from the both of them, and it’s a relationship we have never seen within the Superfamily. The issue isn’t the relationship itself, but the fact that it’s never been executed properly.
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perenians · 2 years
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why dont u incluede duke in ur batsibling lineip
i’ve mentioned this before, but here it is again, verbatim:
“duke’s like. you know that cousin that is kind of your sibling but also not? y’know, the one that likes to stir shit up? he’s that. i also want him reunited with his (de-jokerized) parents”
though he is still family, he isn’t exactly a sibling. he could seem like one! but he isn’t. i can’t explain this. i mean, he has living parents and he loves them, so i really want them to get better because i think it’d be good for him. and even if they don’t, duke carries a torch of hope with him anyway
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urlocalgothamite · 1 year
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My favorite characters to write about are the batsiblings. They remind me of my own family. There's a lot of us. Somewhere around 7 or 8 (siblings) and there's a lot of similar dynamics to the batfamily. My sister "C" is my favorite, but she's not most peoples. She's tough as nails. I'm just ranting about my siblings at this point. I'm the baby. I'm seventeen. My parents didn't even want me lol. My dad takes in other people's kids, but he's honestly failed as a parent. How could he mess up like 8 times. Anyway if anyone has any requests for batfamily fanfiction, i feel qualified to write it.
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