#bruce is trying

[damiduck]

Damian, handing Bruce a piece of paper with a very neat calendar on it: father, I will be taking a step back from my participation in our nightly patrols. I have carefully considered factors such as, but not limited to, school tests, most likely days for breakouts and when other people will be available. Here is my schedule.

Bruce: any particular reason you are stepping back from Robin?

Damian: I have reached an acceptable age and am by far mature enough, so I will be participating in Ramadan this year, father. Afterwards I will pick my duties up as normal, but with changed sleeping and eating patterns, this is the most logical step for now.

Bruce, who grew up with a jewish mother and christian father who were intent to raise him on some weird mix of the two, then a second father who was atheist, proceeded to lose his entire way in any form of religion due to losing himself in his teen years, took in Jewish boy, then a catholic one with religious trauma, then an atheist one who had no idea how to even approach the idea of religion, followed up by a pagan girl and already making seven different mental lists of things he will need to research, how to add aspects of Islam into their weird family holidays and trying desperately to show his support for his son: ....hnn

Damian: thank you father

#bruce is trying #he really is #but hes just so incapable of voicing any Emotion ever #but he just really loves his kids and wants them happy #also you cannot convince me the wayne family holidays are not a mess of a situation due to different religions lmaoo #i intended for cass to be the pagan girl simply bc she gives me such vibes #i can see it yk #bruce wayne #damian wayne #batman #robin #batfam #the batfamily #muslim damian wayne #good dad bruce wayne

[astorianyxkings]

Dick and Jason are the type to never keep a straight face whenever Bruce is being Bruce.

Sulking in the batcave? Jason's asking who pissed in his tea and then he's brooding even more.

Scolding the batlings? Dick raises hell. "B who gave you the right to yell at them?" "He was being reckless-" "He's twelve, he shouldn't even have an opportunity to be reckless." "..."

Bruce scolding all his baby bats? Jason and Dick make eye contact and Bruce sends them out before they start wheezing.

Bruce talking to Tim about his sleeping patterns? Jason points out that there was a point in time Alfred actively snuck sleeping pills into Bruce's meals so the man would get more than three hours a night.

Bruce scolding Steph for doing something dangerous? Dick points out that he used to swing on the chandelier every chance he got. "You're an acrobat chum." Bruce says exasperated. "Steph has potential." Dick shrugs.

#dc comics #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam #bruce is trying #hes a good dad the writers are just dicks

[anawrites3]

A super-hero takes advantage of Dick and forces him to blow him. Dick of course hides what happens but Slade knows something's up. A while later he runs into said "hero" and the two battle. The man brags about "fucking Nightslut's mouth" which allows Slade to piece the whole thing together and separate his head from his shoulders. :)

A week later Dick receives a bloodied item belonging to the man. Everyone interprets it as Deathstroke threatening Dick and basically telling him he's next. Only Dick knows that Slade is telling him he is safe now.

(Their relationship is a secret, but it is the best secret Dick has ever kept.)

I love how everyone would get scared and tried to get Dick somewhere safe and Dick would be just sighing in love, thinking about his man 😂💕 Lemme just-

"Grayson, please!" Damian begged, closing his fists on his brother's sleeve. "This is a serious matter!"

"Nothing good ever comes from a man like Deathstroke sending others things." Tim looked close to crying. They all knew that nothing could stop Deathstroke if he was set on something. "And this is a bloodied weapon of a hero who got killed just a few days ago, wrapped in a gift paper!"

"Calm down-" Dick began, though he wasn't sure what to say.

He didn't want his family to see the packet, he didn't want them to know what was going between him and Slade. He especially didn't want them to know why exactly Slade sent him a belonging of a dead man, killed brutally with Deathstroke's own hands.

But now they all think that Slade's going to kill him and are desperate to keep Dick safe. Dick knew his family, knew he would act the same if it happened to one of his siblings. Maybe... maybe he should just tell them about their relationship? What's the worst that can happen...?

"Throw this thing out." Jason suddenly growled, yanking the weapon out of Dick's hand. "This damn bastard thinks he can scare us-"

"No! Give it back!"

Jason's eyes widened in shock, the bits of green that began to show there dissapearing. Dick grabbed the weapon back. On the one hand he didn't want to have anything that reminded him of that so-called hero, didn't want to think back to what the man did to him but it was a gift from Slade, it was the sign that Slade loves him and cares for him and is ready to kill everyone who hurt him. Dick should feel bad about it, about a man dying because of him but after what he was made to do...

A small part of him was happy because of it. A small part of him felt good and safe that that bastard won't hurt him or anyone else anymore.

A bad, already corrupted part of him fell even more in love with Slade.

"I'm not throwing it out." Dick said firmly.

"Dick, think rationally." Bruce hissed, taking a step closer. Damian still didn't let go of Dick's sleeve. "Wilson sent you a weapon, still in blood, that belonged to the man he killed. There wasn't any contract over his head, Wilson murdered him just like that and you can be next-"

"Calm down, Bruce! Slade won't hurt me!"

"And how the hell can you be so sure of that?" Jason demanded.

"Because we're dating!"

Oops. He didn't mean to say this. Not like that.

A silence fell over the room, everyone taking in the meaning of Dick's words. Dick considered just turning away, maybe going back to his apartment in Bludhaven? Everything was already too much. But then Damian tugged him closer, his face twisting in a little frown.

"Well." he said slowly. "I suppose you always could choose a less suitable suitor. Wilson's at least a good fighter and is capable of protecting you. You have my approval, Grayson."

Dick breathed out in relief and ran his fingers through his brother's hair, more to calm himself than anything else.

"Thank you, Dami." he murmured. "It means a lot."

"Good." the boy scoffed, making Dick smile.

"Um? Can we go back to the part where deadly mercenary sent you some kind of a trophy?" Tim prompted. He looked confused and uncomfortable, perhaps because he was standing the closest to Bruce who was frozen in shock. Jason was stilled as well but it looked like he was at least breathing. "Is that some creepy way of asserting dominance or something?"

"I'm not telling you that." Dick pressed his lips into a thin line. He already said too much anyway.

"You are aware that we'll find out anyway, right?" Jason unfroze to snarl. He looked less furious than before but he still cracked his knuckles in a nervous habit.

"I'm pretty sure you won't. Slade won't tell you anything and the only other person is already dead."

Dick felt drained. It was a really tiring couple of days and he just wanted to curl in his bed. Maybe cry a bit too if he got any tears left.

Damian curled his arms around Dick's waist at his words. Jason's mouth fell open. Tim's knees buckled a bit underneath him.

They didn't need to hear anything else. Whatever that man did to Dick to made Slade furious enough to tear him apart...

"Dick-"

Bruce marched forward.

"What did you do?" he demanded and Dick suddenly felt very grateful for his little brother holding him.

"I'm-" he began and his voice cracked. He couldn't help but to think back to that man, to what happened just a few weeks ago- maybe if he just-

"Bruce, what the fuck!" one of his brothers hissed but he wasn't sure which one.

"I didn't- he-"

It was my fault, my fault, I should fight more, I shouldn't let it happen, then he still would be alive-

"You don't have to say anything, Dick." Jason stepped between him and Bruce, stopping the older man from coming even closer to his brother. "We won't ask."

"Jason-" Bruce began warningly.

"I didn't want him to-" Dick couldn't think, couldn't breathe-

"Shh. Let's get you somewhere comfy, Dick." Tim threw his arm over his shoulder and slowly lead him towards the door. "We can watch a movie, huh?"

"He made me- I didn't want to-"

"Shh, it's okay. We'll get some snacks too. What do you think? Maybe we can convince Alfred to let us eat some of that sugary cereal he hides from you."

"I'll go get it!"

"Slade-" Dick tried again but he didn't know how to form words anymore, he just wanted to know that he's safe and he was always safe with Slade.

"I'll call him." Jason offered, already slipping his hand into Dick's pocket to fish out his phone. "He'll be there soon, try and realx for us, alright Dickie?"

Dick noded and let his brothers lead him towards the living room. Bruce stayed behind without another word, his fists clenching by his sides.

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Alright, this got dark pretty quickly! 😂 Im gonna stop there because I won't be able to stop myself and its so long already fsgdvs but anyway Slade came over, watched a movie together with boys and when Dick went to sleep he went to have a talk with Bruce. They fought, obviously, yelled and argued but Bruce came back to his senses and apologized to Dick for blaming him when he was a victim. Dick forgives him obviously 🙄 and Slade takes his little bird home and reminds him that he'll always keep him safe 🤗

#sladick #my reply #my writing #also im sorry it took me so long to answer but im sick and cant focus on anything :> #jelly <3 #bruce is trying #but he focus too much on the fact that someone got killed #even if its someone who hurt his son #and his brothers had enough of that bullshit #they just worry about him #but hey if a mercenary wants to protect their brother theyre more than okay with that #maybe finally someone will take care of Dick #batbros #this has so many typos im so sorry 😂 #pls ignore them

[justrandomfanfictionskh]

Mary Todd pt 13

ao3 Beginning Previous

“What the fuck Bruce?!” Jason’s voice echoed through the manor like a thunderclap causing several things to happen all at once. Some of those things including, but not limited to, Tim doing a quick 180 in the opposite direction of his older brother. Dick jumping up before promptly freezing in indecision. Damian closing his door in annoyance. And Alfred heaving an exhausted sigh as he silently watched the drama unfold.

Bruce on the other hand was not surprised, only resigned as his second eldest stormed into his office and slammed the door behind him so hard it swung back open. If Jason noticed, he didn’t let on as Alfred silently closed it. “Jason,” Bruce said silently. He could not be more tense if Mr. Freeze had frozen him solid, but he was careful to not let his absolute terror at what was to come show in his expression or voice. In his head he cursed Ladybug, her advice had shattered the fragile peace of their relationship, and now Bruce would have to fight tooth and nail to keep his son.

“I take it you read my letter,” Bruce said glancing at the twisted paper in his son’s hand.

“Is that all you have to say?” Jason said quietly fuming. It was all Bruce could do to stop himself from slumping down in defeat. He should never have listened to that girl.

“Everything I have to say,” Bruce said, “Was in that letter. If it crossed a line then, I apologize.”

Jason’s eyes widened in open mouth astonishment, as if he couldn’t comprehend the man in front of him. “And that’s all you have to say?” he repeated in a half whisper.

“What else is there?” Bruce said fighting to maintain his calm but maintaining it all the same.

“Jesus, Bruce!” Jason said collapsing in the chair across from him. He began to rub his temples as if he had a headache. An exhausted action that confused Bruce. When he had left the letter for Jason in the wee hours of the morning, he had expected to face screaming, yelling, and the full firey rage of the Red Hood. Except that was not what was happening. He held his breath and refused to move a single muscle, as hope threatened to blossom in his chest.

Finally shaking his head, Jason looked up and smoothed out the paper and, to Bruce’s great, hidden embarrassment, began to read. “‘And though I know, you have never seen me as a father, you should know that I have always seen you as a son. Our relationship has always been slightly strained, but that does not mean that I haven’t always loved you. And though I will never approve of your methods, I will never not be proud of your accomplishments…’ I repeat, What. The. Fuck?”

Bruce very pointedly ignored Alfred’s slight approving smile, and the muffled gasps from behind the door and focused on the young man in front of him. The fact was, Bruce didn’t know how to express his emotions. Oh, he always knew what he was feeling and why. He was not nearly as emotionally constipated as his children liked to believe. But that didn’t mean he knew how to express those emotions, or those feelings. Which was why Marinette had suggested he write a letter. But apparently that was not enough. So he decided to use the only emotion that he knew how to express with perfect accuracy…his intensity.

That was the secret behind his “Batglare,” as his kids called it. It was not anger, disappointment, or any other emotion he might be feeling at the moment. It was how intensely he felt that emotion that gave the look power and made people quell before him. And so, while he didn’t quite know what Jason was looking for, or needed him to say, he knew that if there was one thing he needed Jason to know, it was just how seriously he meant those words. So, he focused all of his intensity in his eyes as he looked his son in the eyes.

“I meant every word,” he said watching Jason closely waiting for Jason to recognize and except what he was saying. When he did, Bruce softened his expression back to his calm neutrality and said, “Marinette and I talked.” Jason stiffened but Bruce continued. “She had some rather…interesting information to relate to me. Among those things was some sound advice, that I should have taken long ago.” The glance he shot Alfred was all the apology he could give, but Alfred’s small nod and gentle smile signaled that he understood and should continue talking with his son.

“She suggested,” Bruce said as some of his tension leaked unconsciously into his voice. “That if I find talking difficult, then I write you a letter. I believe her exact words were, ‘There are too many missions—‘”

“‘And too few chances,’” Jason said with a soft smile, “‘To say what you really mean. So, make each one count, or you will regret it for the rest of your life.’ Yeah, she said the same thing to me last night. Shit, I remember when she cried after watching Lilo and Stitch! Now she’s spouting philosophies better than Wonder Woman.”

“Do you think she learned that one from Wonder Woman?” Bruce asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jason smirked and shook his head. “No, I think she learned that one on her own. I don’t know all of the details, but I think there was a liar in her high school class that made her life a living hell for a year or two before her friends and family got wise to what was happening and helped her. Between that and Hawkmoth, I get the feeling that Mari has an extreme aversion to lying and emotional suppression.”

Bruce grunted his affirmation as silence fell upon the study. There was a muffled cough outside the door, but Bruce refused to break first. He had said everything he needed to say, and he wasn’t going to say it again. At least not until Jason responded. He seemed to understand, as he straightened in his seat and looked Bruce right in the eye returning all of Bruce’s intensity and more as he said, “I…I can’t say I never hated you. When I came back…but the less said about that the better I think.”

Bruce nodded his agreement and waited for Jason to continue. He didn’t have to wait long. “The point is B. I…I don’t hate you now. Actually I don’t think, I don’t think I’ve hated you for a long time. And as for the whole, father/son thing…I guess…well…You’ve been my father sense the day you adopted me. And I guess that doesn’t really change, even after a few bombs.”

Bruce's breath caught a the pure flood of relief and joy he felt at those words. It was the last thing he expected Jason to say, and it was the only thing he had ever wanted him to say. It froze him in place, as he tried to memorize this moment. And then...

“Oh my God!” a muffled voice cried in exasperation from behind the door.

“Steph hush!” another voice that sounded suspiciously like Dick said.

“But they’re so bad at this!”

“Well at least they’re trying!”

“Excuse me sir,” Alfred said with his own trademark stoicism. “I believe there are some nosy mice that need my attention.” Bruce and Jason shared an amused look as shuffling, scrambling sounded behind the door as Alfred moved toward it. Once the pair were alone, silence reigned once again. Until Bruce cleared his throat.

“Marinette is an extraordinary young woman,” he said completely honestly.

Jason nodded completely engrossed with the detailing on his armrest. “The last time I saw her. She wasn’t even tall enough to ride the tea cups at Disney! Now she’s leading armies. Training with Wonder Woman. And giving us therapy.”

Bruce hummed and studied Jason’s face cautiously. “Was that all she talked to you about? Your emotions?”

Jason met his gaze, something dark and scared lingering there. “You’re talking about the Arbiter, Guardian, Executioner thing.” When Bruce nodded, Jason sighed and stared distantly at the grandfather clock. “Yeah, she said she was going to talk to you about that.”

“What do you think of it?” Bruce asked.

Jason shifted. “I get you’re no killing rule now.”

 Bruce’s eyebrows shot all the way up into his hair line, and he almost wished Alfred had not chased the others away so that he could have witnesses to that. “Really?” he asked.

“Oh, don’t be so smug!” Jason said running a hand through his dual tone hair. “I’m not changing my philosophy. If anything, this whole thing only proves my point. The Joker should have died a long time ago.” Bruce remained silent, so Jason continued. “It’s just…the idea of her killing. The idea of her having to be the one, to make that choice…it just feels so wrong to me. I mean…I was supposed to protect her! And hearing what she had to do to survive, to save us…I hate it. It just feels so unnatural, like…like the idea of the Joker helping an old lady cross the street without beating her with a stick! The idea of Mari killing, just feel…wrong.”

“And do you agree with Marinette?” Bruce asked, “That you feel that way because you are the Executioner?”

“I don’t know Bruce,” Jason said, and he looked as exhausted as he sounded. “I don’t know. To be honest, all I want right now is to spend a nice, normal three months with my sister. Get to know her. There’s still so much I don’t know about her, but it seems like the only thing we’ve done since being reunited is cry and talk shop. Is it too much to ask that we get just one normal week? You know before we have to deal with all of this cosmic crap!”

Bruce allowed a small chuckle to pass through his lips. “So in other words, do everything in our power to keep her away from Joker. I’m sure we can manage that. She told me that she won’t get to work in honest, until after she’s visited Themyscira. Do you know where she is now?”

Jason furrowed his brow and shook his head, “Said something about meeting a friend for lunch.”

“Do you know which friend?”

“Actually, I have no idea.”  

Roy took a deep breath as he tried to calm his nerves. He resisted the urge to run his hand through his hair, as he waited in the corner booth of the diner. He jerked up when the bell rang, and he couldn’t help but smile. Even when she was in completely casual clothes, Marinette was beautifully stylish while perfectly blending in with the Gotham locals. He tried not to run to her, but he didn’t try to hide his excited smile upon seeing her. “Hey!”

“Bonjour!” She said with an equally bright smile, as they exchanged a la bise. “I’m glad we’re getting to do this. Between running from you at the gala and the whole brother revelation, I feel like we haven’t gotten a chance to really talk.”

“I know,” he said with a laugh, “Is life with you always this crazy?”

“I told you the tag line of my life is ‘It’s Complicated!’” she said as they stepped up in line to order. “Scared yet?”

“Nope!” Roy declared, “As long as…you know, that’s probably not the right thing to say.”

“That never stopped me!” Marinette said with a laugh that seemed to warm the whole diner, “Although perhaps if it had, I wouldn’t have nearly as many embarrassing memories.”

“Oh really?” Roy said mischievously. “Any you’d like to share.”

“Oh no! I’ll leave that conversation for when you formally meet my friends. I’m sure my exes would love to share every single embarrassing anecdote they can think of!”

“I’ll hold them to that,” Roy said, and he found that he couldn’t stop smiling. Damn, he thought, I’ve got it bad! Cool it Roy, we don’t want to scare her off. But he covered himself by saying, “You know it’s refreshing to meet someone whose still friends with their exes. All of mine want to kill me. Jay…well the less said about his the better. And as for the rest of my friends…well, Dick’s probably been the healthiest out of all of us, and one of them became his pseudo-sister.”

“Should I be concerned with…any of that?” Marinette said with an incredulous smirk.

“Well…why don’t I answer that after we order?”

Marinette laughed and agreed. Once they had made their way back to the corner booth, they both had an awkward moment where they both wanted the side where they faced the door. But Roy conceded the seat with a flourish and a bow, that made her laugh again, and he was satisfied. Roy then…in brief, told the story of him and Cheshire and how Lian had come to be in his care. It was such a relief to know that Marinette was a part of the hero community. And not only was she a part of the community, but they had met outside of the mask first. In fact, they had never interacted in the masks! Which meant there was none of that awkward, “Well I think I know you. But I also know this other side of you, so who are you really because we’ve been lying to each other for our entire relationship,” crap. Instead it was just an easy flow of conversation, where they told their stories. Their mistakes. Their successes. Their favorite villains to fight.

“Mr. Pigeon?” Roy said, “Seriously!”

“Poor M. Ramier,” Marinette said with a shake of her head. “All he ever did was cause traffic jams and cover statues in bird crap, but he was still a pain in the butt. Still I can never be mad at him, because he was always so pure! Literally the only thing that could ever get him akumatized was his pigeons. It was king of adorable, until you know.”

“It became just plain annoying,” Joy said with complete understanding. “I get it. You know, Lian does this thing when she wants candy. It’s the most adorable thing in the world. She goes to the counter where she knows the candy jar if hidden, and she starts bouncing, while doing this little huff-huff thing. Like this,” he imitated his daughter’s “I want candy noise.” Sending Marinette into giggles.

“Aw! I can totally see her doing that! She must be so cute.”

“She is,” Roy agreed, “And it was, until I was trying to focus on my work. Or doing taxes. Or calculating our budget.”

“Oh, poor baby!” Marinette cooed.

“Thank you!” Roy said but then pause narrowing his eyes, “Wait is that for me or Lian?”

“Either,” Marinette said leaning forward, “But surely you have people you can call when you need to focus. Jay-Jay or Dick?”

“Oh yeah,” Roy said with a proud smile. “I have a really good support system here. I mean obviously Jay is over practically once a week. I think he’d adopt Lian if he could, but he would never steel my child, so he settles for the fun uncle. Then there’s Dick and Kori, that’s Dick’s wife. Have you met her yet?”

“No, not yet. I understand she’s off world right now.”

“Yeah, she wanted to take their daughter Mar’i on a tour of their home world…Which now that I think about it, is probably why Dick keeps calling me every other day. With Kaldor and Wally on a mission, I’m the only OG he can bother so he doesn't think about how much he misses his wife!”

“OG?” Marinette asked, “I understand the slang, but…”

“Oh,” Roy said, “OG sidekicks. Before the Titans, the Young Justice, and every hero and their monkey got a sidekick, there was just me, Dick, Wally, and Kaldor. We’ve been through the ringer. But we’ve always had each other.”

“Sounds like me and my team,” Marinette said with a nostalgic fondness, “No matter what Hawkmoth threw at us. Now matter how crazy, or dark Paris got, I always had my team. The Court of Miracles.”

“Where are they now?” Roy asked.

“Here, there, everywhere,” Marinette said with a sigh. “We’re all chasing our careers and trying to live our lives. I let most of them keep their Miraculous, but I’ll have to take them all back before I go to Themyscira.”

“Why?”

Marinette sighed as she leaned back in the booth staring at her half-eaten sandwich. “So many reasons. Cosmic balance. Paranoia. Responsibility. Yada-yada. But we’ve all been so engrossed in the hero business for so long. I couldn’t just rip the band-aid off. They needed time to adjust to life outside of world ending threats, to heal before…you know. Taking away their mini, emotional support god for probably forever.”

Roy nodded his understanding, “But you’ll still have them. Even when your still Ladybug and they’re just civilians right?”

Marinette sighed, “I hope so. I really do. But it won’t be easy. I have a lot of work to do here and all over the world. I don’t know if any of them will be able to keep up with me.”

The look of exhausted resignation cut Roy deeper than it probably should have. But he couldn’t help it. He had only met Marinette three times, but in those moments three things had been ingrained into his memory forever. First, she was kind. She had taken time to help a lost girl in the middle of the most dangerous city in the world, without a second thought, just because said girl was crying. Second, she was incredible. She had led a team of barely trained teenagers to save the world, multiple times, all while still being a teen herself. And during that time, she had graduated top of her class, and had made herself a household name in the world of fashion. And third, she had suffered. She laughed, she smiled, she joked. But that didn’t hide the sadness in her eyes. The exhaustion in her limbs. The pain that lingered in some of the words she said. Hawkmoth’s Reign over Paris had nearly broken her.

She had walked out of that hellscape a strong, powerful, kind, and incredible leader and warrior. Roy would have had to be an idiot to not fall head over heals for her. But hurt and memories held him back from rushing things. He knew she liked him, but he wasn’t sure if she had fallen for him, the way he had for her. So, he restrained himself from the hundreds of things he wanted to do to comfort her and resulted to just reaching for her hand. He squeezed it and tried to convey all of his understanding and support into his gaze as she looked at him. “You’re not alone, Marinette,” he said softly. “You have me, and Jay, and Diana, and after all of this probably every single member of the Batfamily to. You don’t have to stick around. But when you come back…we’ll be waiting.”

Marinette turned her hand to hold his, as she softly smiled. “Thank you, Roy.” Roy found himself caught in her beautiful blue bell eyes which were shining with unshed tears. And he wondered just how many tears she had kept back over the years? How many times had she kept herself from crying out to anyone? She had been the sole provider and protector for so long. If she needed help, would she even know how to ask for it?

Suddenly Marinette started and her whole demeanor changed. She was still smiling and happy but there was a guarded edge to it. “I think I see your little fairy coming now. But who is that with her?”

Roy turned and looked out the window. “Shit is it that time already?” He turned back and at Marinette’s confused look he explained. “That’s my sister-in-law Artemis. Basic back story, her mother was Tigress, but after she was paralyzed, and Jade ran away, she begged Oliver to make sure she didn’t become a villain like the rest of them. So, she’s also technically, I guess, my surrogate sister?”

Marinette shook her head, “Superhero bio-families really are complicated, huh? What does she know about me?”

“Not much,” Roy admitted, “Aside from whatever Lian told her. But I don’t want you to think I just sprung them on you! Artemis was taking Lian to the aquarium today, and I told her just to meet me here afterwards. I honestly didn’t think we’d be talking this long.”

“Well it has been,” Marinette’s eye widened as she checked her watch, “Three hours! Wow, I did not expect that!”

Roy laughed and then grimaced. “You don’t mind meeting her, do you? She can be a bit much. And is very protective of Lian.”

“I don’t mind,” Marinette said with a smile. “I’ve actually been wanting to meet her. Although I never would have guessed that her hero name was the same as her civilian name! That’s almost as bad as Clark Kent! Wait you do know about Clark, right?”

“Yeah,” Roy said with a laugh, “I do. Oh! Here they come. Here’s hoping Artemis is on her best behavior.” He turned to wave at his two favorite girls, when he saw it. A flash of bright green on a bowler hat, and a golden question mark.

Of course.  

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[ktkat99]

Chapter 13

Tim is under the effects of fear toxin and doesn't recognize Bruce. Because Bruce wouldn't be in his house, right? He wouldn't be trying to help him. No. No, this was just another cruel hallucination.

#batman #tim drake #dick grayson #red robin #batfam #jason todd #red hood #nightwing #bruce wayne #twoweeksofwhump #twow #bruce is trying

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Somebody rescue Tim. He's seen too much.

You do NOT have permission to repost my art.

Meme reference under cut:

#dreamer doodles #bruce wayne #batman #tim drake #robin #robin iii #red robin #so fucking jazzed i finally finished this old af WIP #still trying to figure out how to draw tim and bruce #i live for that one fanon bit #where tim has a habit of making increasingly ridiculous #powerpoint presentations that the batfam #are forced to sit down and listen to

[violent138]

Hal: "Have one of your enemies died or something, I've never seen you smile like that."

Bruce, putting his phone away: "No Alfred just sent me a dick pic."

Hal, frozen in place, seriously reconsidering his thoughts on rich people and their butlers: "That's... nice of him."

Bruce, cursing his kids for normalizing "Dick pics" in their house as a way to refer to photographs of his eldest: "It's not like that."

Hal, holding up his hands and avoiding eye contact: "I think I preferred it back when I overshared and you told me to keep things professional."

#hal jordan #bruce wayne #I had a thought while trying to study in a room with my maybe friend and I nearly broke my ribs trying not to laugh #do with this what you will #batman #dc comics #batfamily

[inkedberries]

i kinda imagine superman subconsciously floating when he sleeps somewhere he's most comfortable and feel safe in. and one of those places is a guest room in wayne manor lol

#iirc superman doesnt really need sleep but what the hay im sure he picked up the habit after yrs of trying to 'fit in' #bruce wayne #clark kent #dc #superbat #my art #fanart

[spicy-apple-pie]

Bruce: I'm so relieved that Tim and Damian are getting along :)

Damian: shoving the antibiotic down Tim's throat like a dog

(Also Bruce: How's karma taste Tim?)

Part 2 from this

...Part 3...

#Batman #batman comics #dc #dc comics #comics #fan comics #batman and robin #bruce wayne #bruce wayne is a good dad #bruce wayne is a good parent #he's trying #tim drake #damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian wayne al ghul #damian al ghul wayne #damian is also trying #batfam #batfamily #damian is trying #red robin #robin #clip studio paint #art #illustration #comic #fan comic #fan art #fancomics #my babies

[nerdpoe]

Danny's found a way to dodge GIW trackers, as well as his parents. Their equipment hunts ghosts, ghosts run on emotion; so as long as he keeps his under a tight lid and doesn't feel anything ever, they won't be able to track him.

It works!

He's able to run from them, and goes as far as New Jersey. The plan was to stow away on a ship, and go to literally any country that wasn't America. He goes to Gotham, which hosts the one harbor he knows where no one will ask any questions.

But because of how weird he acted (completely emotionless during a Joker attack), he was fingered by police immediately.

He's handed over to CPP. CPP doesn't know what to do with a teen literally so traumatized that they don't show any emotion at all, ever. He keeps just...walking out of his placements. Just leaves without a sound.

Luckily, he's always caught, due to those placement houses having quiet alarms and him refusing to run.

They call the one foster parent they know who does.

Bruce Wayne takes in the strange, nameless kid who refuses to talk.

On paper, they gave him the filler name of 'John Doe', for lack of anything better to do.

Bruce does everything he can to make the newest arrival feel at home. Damian, for as territorial as he is, actually breaks out of his shell sooner than expected just to try to get the new kid to speak. To emote. To do something. Duke tries the open approach, then tries the 'no one will ever know, everyone thinks I'm an innocent goody-two-shoes' approach. Nada.

Tim even tries to trick him into talking, but nothing works.

Enter Dick; Dick heard about Bruce's new ward, about the situation, and decided to see if he could get the kid to open up.

Danny though. Danny's in trouble.

The Wayne Manor is weirdly secure, and he can't just walk away like he did his other placements. He can't use ghost powers or the GIW and his parents will immediately know where he is.

He really, really wants to take Bruce up on his offer and just spend the day relaxing. Respond to Damian's attempts to provoke him. Overshare about space facts with Tim.

But most of all, he really, desperately wants to get in a Pun Competition with Dick. He wants to laugh at Dick's jokes, and learn coolass gymnastic tricks!

But he can't!

If he relaxes with Bruce, he'll be content, which is an emotion. If he argues with Damian, he'll get annoyed, which is an emotion. If he sneaks out with Duke and breaks the rules, he'll get happy, which, again, emotion. If he overshares with Tim, he'll get excited, which is, yet again, an emotion!

The worst sin of all, he can't even show proper appreciation of the food the Butler keeps making him!

And now there's even more people coming over!

There's a quiet girl who keeps reading his body language and trying to get him to dance ballet, a blonde girl who keeps trying to kidnap him to take him to BatBurger, a guy with a stripe of white who wants to take him to a shooting range, and it just...he really, really wants to!

He wants to do all these cool things with them!

But he fucking can't!

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #danny vibes with dick the most #not that anyone knows that #breaks his little ghost heart that he can't have that pun competition #meanwhile bruce absolutely is running facial recognition #and hitting government firewalls and keeps having to shake off digital tracers #trying to find out who wanted that information #he smells a mystery #and he wants those answer #if cannot get them from their resident Doe #then he'll get it from whoever tortured the boy into silence #sidenote Damian just called Danny Doe instead of John #and danny responded to it quicker because it started with a “D” #that was noticed #now everyone just calls him Doe until his name is found

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

*Danny and a Batfam member having a friendly chat at a cafe. They've known each other for a few months now*

Batfam member: "You know, you actually kinda look like B with a few minor differences. Prime adoption bait. Hope you're not another secret love child of his." *laughs*

Danny: *Starts sweating bullets because he is in fact, Bruce's kid but from a different dimension where instead of being a himbo billionaire, he's a himbo ghost hunter named Jack who almost killed him before he got here .* "Haha, you don't say?"

Batfam member: *Clocks in on sudden shift in mood* "Please tell me you're not."

Danny: "So do you want the short and funny story, or the long and sad one? Yes, there's a right answer."

Batfam member: *crying because they can never have a normal sibling*

Danny: Also, do you believe in ghosts?

Batfam member: *cries even more*

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #dp dc crossover #dc x dp prompt #Bruce is not ready for this #neither is Jason #none of them are tbh #Danny is in the DC universe looking for a place for the liminals of Amity Park to live #not because he has to but because he believes it's his fault and he's trying to make up for it #NOT ghost king danny #because apparently #people don't like that

[frownyalfred]

the best part about comics and fics where the batkids have to fight a mind controlled Bruce is the inevitable "oh shit" moment when they realize that every single spar with Bruce over the years -- even the ones where they were sparring at full force -- was against a Bruce who still held himself back in some way. because those are his kids.

a Bruce who doesn't care about them is terrifying.

#thoughts #remember that scene where he fights nightwing and breaks his arm and doesn't even blink #and dick is screaming #and trying to fight him and losing #just.....oy #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily

[abisalli]

*grabs you by the neck like a kitten*

#batman #robin (dick grayson) #dick grayson #bruce wayne #dc comics #my art #digial art #next thing you know Bruce just swings him at the rogues hammer throw style #I've been really unsatisfied with the look of my style lately so I've been practicing and trying out new things! #lmk what you think! #(also been watching The Batman 2004 lately and love how that Batsuit looks) #batfamily

[dudedidujust]

Au where Damian comes to Gotham with the goal of infiltrating and eventually overthrowing Batman instead of inheriting the mantle. Not much changes from canon except for the fact that he views everything that batman owns as his. That's his future cave and his future batmobile. This also includes his robins. After all everyone knows Batman wouldn't really be Batman without them.

Cue a very bewildered Tim being lectured on his eating habits by a righteous Damian who won't let one of his people take shortcuts with their health.

#Damian looking at the manor: its free real estate #he almost writes off red hood but after finding out his identity he switches to trying to lure him yo his side #jason gets the head of a random thug who was bothering him on his doorstep #damian: im gonna be a better batman than batman. I'll sway all his allies to my side and then there'll be no complaints when i take over #everyone else: he's such a sweet kid. sorta prickly but he has a good heart ❤️ #damian wayne #batman #batfam #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #they all thinks he's trying so hard to be accepted into the fam when infact he's trying to get to the top

[daydreamerwonderkid]

I know WFA is too OOC for some people, but I need that shit right now.

I do love seeing the Batfam beating the shit out of each other. I like how messy their relationships are and I have always loved flawed characters.

But idk, man, Batman #138 just really crossed a line for me and I need a reminder that there are other depictions of Bruce that aren't so fucking heinous.

I'll take this shit:

Over this shit:

Any. Fucking. Day.

#wfa #wayne family adventures #gotham war #gotham war spoilers #bruce wayne #jason todd #dc comics #batman comics #batman 138 #im not saying wfa is better #all im saying is that gotham war's bruce is a LOT right now #and idk how to cope with that #dreamer queue #updated post with better quality scans of panels #guys I'm not saying wfa is better than gw or any other batman canon #pls stop messaging me that you dont like wfa #it's fine if you dont like wfa #all i was trying to say was that wfa bruce may be ooc but he's kinder to jason #than gw bruce is being right now #that was it #that's the post #calm down

[charlietheepicwriter7]

The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #c: danny fenton #c: dick grayson #c: jason todd #c: bruce wayne #c: joker #dp x dc prompt #it's ambiguous on purpose but I originally intended for Danny to be deaged? but some people don't like that so it's only implied #Jason hasn't laughed that hard since he died #nightwing is mostly just horrified that he let danny that close to joker to begin with #batman is like “hnn” >:( #why didn't danny escape? its your decision #are his powers not working? #is the joker a ghost he's trying to capture? #is he a hero fanboy who wanted to see the gotham knights in their natural habitat? #whose to say? :)