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betterthanbatman1 · 2 months
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They’re ridiculous
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Forgot to add this rule. If a character is vegan/vegetarian, assume they get tofu dogs.
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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months
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Bryce Wayne, the Batwoman, introduces eight year old Damian to Y/N…
Y/N: so you have a son? Besides the ones I knew about?!
Bryce: his father and the League of Shadows took him when he was born. It was before you and I met.
Damian: so are you and my mom like a thing?
Y/N: yep. I’m a Kryptonian superhero too.
Damian: ever killed bad guys?
Y/N: all the time
Bryce: babe!
Damian: Y/N, you’re cool! can you adopt me?!
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For @wildcardjgambit
Fan Cast: Hayley Atwell as Bryce Wayne
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All that Jazz (dp x dc)
All Jazz had wanted to do was get white girl wasted at a random bar on a Saturday night. Was that really too much to ask? 
She’s been taking double-shifts at the convenience store to try and store up on cash despite all the motel payments. Danny did his best to help but he was still underage and more importantly, he looked it. The last thing they wanted was to make waves. That was how the creeps in white had found them the last few times after all.
So yeah, maybe Jazz had accepted her coworker's invite to go out tonight as a reward to herself for the last week and a half of especially long hours. Danny had been more than encouraging, practically pushing her out the door on her way there. 
And she’s been having a good time! Saturdays were karaoke nights and Jazz loved nothing more than drunk singing in front of equally drunk people. So she’s put her name down and went back to the bar for some more alcohol. She was technically a few years away from being legal but her fake papers said otherwise and that was all that mattered.
Now here she was, standing with the mic in her hand, and two Bastards in White staring straight at her. Oh sure, they were in civilians clothes but she knew what they were.
Jazz forcefully pushed down the panic and focused on the screen showing the lyrics to the song she’d chosen instead. She could work with this. They couldn’t grab her when everyone’s eyes were on her, could they?
So she pasted a smirk on her face and narrowed in on a buff woman in the crowd who was seemingly alone. Raising the microphone she mustered her best drunk girl voice.
“This one’s for you, baby,” she yelled and pointed at the woman.
That got people’s attention and someone cat-called, with a few people joining in and cheering. The woman only raised an eyebrow at Jazz but didn’t deny it right away. And then it was too late and the song started with Jazz going in on the first verse. She put her all into it, really exaggerating the drunk and loud aspect of the performance.
As they got closer to the chorus she skipped a few words to yell “Come on! You guys know it!”
She went back in just in time to finish the verse and as the chorus started she was singing the first words alone before one or two loud voice came in with her. After that, they were joined by most of the bar as they got through the song. The energy was high as the song finished and Jazz was ready to take advantage.
“How about another one, sweetheart?” The redhead asked the woman she’d singled out. The latter smirked with her arms crossed and a beer bottle in her arm before raising her hand to the side of her mouth. 
“You know me, baby. I'll take whatever you give,” she hollered back. Jazz mimed fanning herself as the crowd exploded in whistles and laughter.
Someone started the song as Jazz smirked. She blew a kiss towards the woman before she started singing.
The stage wouldn’t work forever as a deterrent but if she could slow the creeps for long enough she could maybe slip out the back while they tried to squeeze past the crowd.
The new song was another classic for people to sing along to and sing along they did. It was another few minutes of high energy crowd managing for Jazz who was feeling stone-cold sober from the adrenaline by now but still playing at being intoxicated.
“Had enough yet?” Jazz taunted and someone hooted. 
“Why, you getting tired?” The woman shot back and the crowd oohed. Jazz let that sit for a moment, milking the tension for all it was worth.
“Please,” Jazz drawled before pausing dramatically. “I can go all night long.”
And that had the crowd exploding in whistles and raucous laughter.
That was probably a good time to dip. As another song started to play, Jazz took the opportunity to hand the mic to the next singer and step down into the excited crowd, planning to loose the guys in white in the excitement.
Jazz was making good headway for the back door when someone stepped up to her.
“Oh baby,” the woman from before purred at her. “Where have you been all my life?”
“If I knew you were looking, I'd have come sooner,” Jazz answered with a saucy wink of her own. The creeps in white wouldn’t stop her from having a little fun at least. 
The woman let out a quiet snort before looking down at Jazz. “How about we get out of here and make some sweet music of our own, hey honey?”
Jazz was about to deflect with a flirty quip and slip out when she caught the woman’s eyes. Belying the quirk in her lips, her gaze was completely serious.
Jazz got the feeling that the pretty woman had caught on there was something fishy here. She didn't seem like the type that would let Jazz leave alone if she thought she could help. The redhead mentally shrugged and figured why not. She didn’t really have time to argue anyway.
“Let’s get out of here,” Jazz answered cheekily before flipping her hair and twirling towards the door.
“Lead the way, gorgeous,”  the woman drawled with a smirk.
This was either going to be fantastic or absolutely awful.
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fleogecorpse · 2 years
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Imagine wrapping your arms around Tim Drake’s head as he hides his face in your chest or tummy, blankets and pillows surrounding you both because it’s a cold day.
Imagine braiding Jasons Todd’s white tuff of hair while he or you sit on each other’s lap as he silently reads.
Imagine dancing in the rain with Dick Grayson, dance coordinated or not, worrying about nothing and just having fun.
Imagine star gazing with Duke Thomas on a tree branch or hill top, pinkies linking and a blanket over your shoulders as you talk about astronomy.
Imagine taking a walk around the forest with Stephanie Brown, searching for a hangout spot with the best view and lighting.
Imagine working out with Barbara Gordon and aiding each other when you fall or trip.
Imagine painting nails with Cassandra Cain, curlers on her hair and glittery makeup on your face.
Imagine writing love notes on the beach with Harper Row, bottling and tucking them in your bags to read when you miss each other.
Imagine taking late night drives with Kate Kane to a mini-mart, abandoned park or treehouse.
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The bat girls supremacy that's it that's the post the bat girls need more appreciation.
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ficmesideways · 2 months
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Request for Anonymous Gif Source:
Imagine being Bruce's wife and one day the League meets an alternate version of you who is the protege/Batwoman for Thomas Wayne's Batman.
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He couldn’t believe it. He knew this word was different than their own, knew that things would be just from seeing the brief news casts and radio broadcasts on the way here showing that his father was alive. The team had asked few questions, clearly knowing he was just as curios and confused as the rest of them as to how Barry had gotten them here and why. The decision had been made to start at Wayne manor as familiar ground and go from there. He had agreed hoping to find answers in this world, if not his own.
What he never thought he would find though, was a bat case very similar to his own with his wife standing in it across from him. “Get. Out.” She, you, repeated. He noted the way she bent her knees slightly and canted her upper body forward as if ready to attack if need be. So, he did the only thing he could think of. He said your name.
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captainzia · 1 year
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Unpopular Opinion: Batfam fics that treat Talia Al Ghul as a kind and motherly person to Damian are off putting and give readers the ick.
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Not Cannon and Not Fannon, a secret third thing called I desperately misunderstood/misinterpreted this charcter as a child and now everyone else's charcterization is wrong because it doesn't fit my specific decade old hallucinations.
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steveyockey · 2 years
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we should. hey guys I have an idea jsjtlejtj. sorry okay anyway ajrjekjrkskrjdj billboards. We should fund ANTI prequel billbajekykoskykdigiksjtr
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shessoft · 2 years
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All my #SaveBatwoman posters
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more on jewish Alice so who knows when she got her first period (e.i. whether it was in captivity or not) but what if she was and she was still Beth so she remembered her life/being jewish. imagine her remembering her mother telling her she's a woman now just moments before the drive, the crash. imagine the fear she must have felt at the idea of telling Cartwright. imagine Mouse sneaking her pads he had to steal that never fit quite right and trashing her bloodied clothes. imagine Cartwright finding out because her cramps are too distracting to keep her fingers straight. imagine the humiliation that swelled in her chest when he looked at her with disgust and the way she had to hold in her tears when he talked so coldly about it. imagine Cartwrights' denial of a mikveh bath afterwards, and Mouse tries to make one of their own but obviously can't follow the requirements so easily. do you think she would have taken a mikveh bath after escaping? for her period or for coming in contact with the dead, AKA making someone dead? yknow she doesn't seem all too connected with her roots, all things considered, but I imagine since Kate always saw Beth as perfect and Beth practiced music for Chanukah that Beth was a very dutiful Jewish daughter. if she healed and reconnected with that, how would she feel after her first mikveh bath, after being a niddah for her whole life?
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pocketramblr · 2 years
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I‘ve been working up the nerve to send this ask for a few days. So with the new popularity of Dracula Daily, I submit this to you: Would there be some people in DC who assume that Batman has three wives and that’s why he has so many kids?
It's a really good thing I opened up this ask in the staff room and not the hallway I just started choking fjgjgj
You know what? I think yeah. There are some people who think he's a vampire, why not go ahead and say there's a few who go all the way assuming Dracula. Especially in universes where you lean into the creep factor- shadow blob, creepy Robin laughter and a uniform that's blood red and just faintly metallic... with the robins everywhere the bat can teleport.... I can see it happening
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redhairedwolfwitch · 2 years
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Batwoman Masterlist
A String of Hearts - Mary Hamilton x Fem!Reader - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9
Halloween Party - Mary Hamilton x Fem!Reader
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nygleskas · 1 year
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thinking abt jean laying w me whenever i read physical copies of comics and asking questions abt what's happening and 'oh that guy looks cool who's he' and letting me infodump and appreciates it………………………………………..
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laze-art · 2 years
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"Is she doing the 'All the Single Ladies' dance?"
"...n-no?"
Suggestions have been made for more cheek. Votes are still coming in on that one.
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