#human bruce wayne

[mondays-writing-pit]

everything he wants

(check this shit out on ao3, especially for the tags)

word count: 2,342

summary:

“We’ll look for one tonight after we finish off that nest, huh?” Roy promises and Jason nods, switching books for the one Roy threw at him. It’s a book the archer picked up for him anyway, collecting them like a magpie since he goes outside so much more often, and Jason likes how much Roy knows him. He’ll go by the little blurb on the back if there’s one and then bring it wherever home is at the time if he decides Jason will like it.

“Okay,” Jason answers him again because his brain only allows for one word functions when he’s happy and Roy beams at him before offering him a piece of rabbit just because he thinks it’s funny.

orrrr

if jason told roy he wanted a horse during the apocalypse roy would actually go out and find him a horse and be happy to do it. theyre so in love with each other that it hurts and yet they're still being weird about it.

“What are you doing?”

Roy remembers the first time he felt like his heart beat enough for both of them. It was back when Jason was still human and the bat (figuratively) had turned to smile at him after he finally caught up to the view Jason was rushing to show him. The sunrise was gorgeous but Roy couldn’t help where his gaze kept trailing, face hot as he stared at Jason’s side profile and let his mind run a mile a minute.

Roy wonders what feeling that same fuzziness now says about him.

They’ve learnt some…mundane things about Jason in the past five years he’s been a vampire, like the fact that he can purr and how his bat form is small enough for Roy to cuddle into his shirt. He’s like a tall furnace now too with his internal temperature needing to reach what could be considered fever heights for a human. Roy’s gushing again but he can’t help himself when Jason drools in his sleep because he can’t keep his mouth closed anymore.

Jason looks up at him like he didn’t hear him coming, like he doesn’t hear everything now, and shrugs before breaking Roy’s still beating heart. “I wanna watch the sunrise without burning to a pile of ashes so I’m researching.”

“Oh.” Roy doesn’t really know what to say but Jason saves him by going back to the book in his hands without prompt, humming one of the rotating tunes he’s been stuck on for the past week. They were driving away from Seattle and the only radio station that worked was a ‘80s greatest hits station, so Roy’s been hearing a lot of fleeting lyrics from Wham!, no matter how annoying he thought their music was. It sounds better in Jason’s voice.

They’re staying in an abandoned cabin right now because it has a generator and running water, which is really from the grace of God five years into this mess of an apocalypse, so, instead of pushing on with the conversation, Roy turns to rummage through the running fridge. They had to clean it out because five year old food is absolutely rancid but it was a task that Jason didn’t mind doing while Roy was out scavenging and setting up a perimeter, giving him a fangy smile in greeting when he came back with a rabbit.

“You don’t wanna just, like, sit on my shoulder or somethin’?” Roy finally offers and Jason looks up from his book after a few seconds of thought.

“I’ll fall asleep,” Jason murmurs, fingers tapping the cover of the book in thought. “I always fall asleep.”

“That’s true,” Roy answers after shutting the fridge with a cold container in his hands. There was a point where he and Jason were separated, the bat back in Gotham for a reason Roy doesn’t want to remember, and Roy still remembers how rabbit tastes in his mouth when he couldn’t get a fire started but it’s not a situation where he can be picky, so he’s just grateful for the fireplace instead.

Jason sighs through his nose and watches Roy pad over to the fireplace to get a fire started, gaze low as he turns back to his book again. “I was thinking about sitting in a tree,” Jason suggests just for his reaction because he already knows it’s not a good idea.

“That’s not enough shade,” Roy chides and Jason chuckles softly as he keeps reading, “because too many trees are thin now. It’s fall, dude.”

“I have to get outside somehow,” Jason murmurs, “and I know a tent is hard to find ‘cause everybody’s using them.”

“You also would practically have to camp outside and you don’t like camping,” Roy adds as he goes to grab a pan from the kitchen. Everything works but the fucking stove that he gives a disdained glance to before coming back to his fire.

“And they’re thin!”

“They can be. What are you reading, by the way?”

“Sun Protection for Life by John F. Barrow,” Jason answers, proud to have found a book solely about skin protection, “but he’s kinda nutty.”

“So are you,” Roy snorts and Jason throws an unoccupied book at his shoulder with a little frown. He’s pouting as he goes back to his book and Roy chuckles to himself as he returns to his searing rabbit.

“Give me my book back.”

“No.”

Jason flips him off with an even deeper frown and Roy launches the book at his forehead. He makes it too, because having an aim with no rivals comes with perks, and Jason lets out an embarrassed squawk.

“I’m gonna kill you in your fucking sleep!” Jason hisses, feisty like Damian, and Roy snorts out another laugh.

“You could kill me right now, what would I do?” Roy bites because nothing makes Jason feel worse than the thought of the archer actually dying. The bat hasn’t exactly recovered from the scar he left on Roy’s shoulder, the one right through the tattoo he said was his favorite a few years before all of this. It’s a low blow but Jason settles back on the floor where he was sitting before amongst all of the pillows and stops arguing, going back to his book instead but probably not reading anything.

(Jason brings the pillows from the previous place every time they have to move somewhere new and it’s not as useless as Roy thought at first, especially when they’ve shared so many beds in recent times and makes it easier to relax. Jason doesn’t need to sleep but he likes to and Roy kind of drilled it into him accidentally, suggesting he sleep during the day like how parents “suggest” cleaning your room. The knowledge that he sleeps makes Roy feel a little better because he knows Jason doesn’t watch him anymore or at least not as much as he used to.)

“What about an umbrella?”

“What?”

“An umbrella,” Roy says, in a way of an unspoken peace treaty because it makes him feel like shit when Jason gets that pouty, and Jason considers it for a few quiet seconds before shrugging, red eyes flicking up from the floor to Roy’s green.

“It would work,” Jason mumbles, “probably.”

“You get to push me out of bed if it doesn’t,” Roy promises, coming over to him with his pieces of rabbit still in the pan because plates would’ve been too big of a luxury.

“Okay,” Jason chuckles, no longer shying away at the smell of food. It used to make him nauseous but he’s gotten over it just enough. Roy thought it was pointless watching him shove food in his mouth just to spit it out seconds later, so he’s really glad that’s over. It was intriguing for about two minutes hearing how Jason’s tongue can’t even handle the texture anymore.

“We’ll look for one tonight after we finish off that nest, huh?” Roy promises and Jason nods, switching books for the one Roy threw at him. It’s a book the archer picked up for him anyway, collecting them like a magpie since he goes outside so much more often, and Jason likes how much Roy knows him. He’ll go by the little blurb on the back if there’s one and then bring it wherever home is at the time if he decides Jason will like it.

“Okay,” Jason answers him again because his brain only allows for one word functions when he’s happy and Roy beams at him before offering him a piece of rabbit just because he thinks it’s funny.

---

“Holy shit, I found one!”

It’s a lot Roy would do for Jason and, apparently, getting his ass kicked for an umbrella is one of them. They finished off the nest, because of course they did, but not without a fight. The office building got worse with the mutated vampires who are more animalistic than normal and Roy felt vindictive when he recalled telling Jason they should’ve just pushed through when they first came here.

“What?” Jason’s too frazzled to remember why they left out of their perfect little cabin in the woods besides the nest.

“I found a fucking umbrella!” Roy holds it up after pulling it out of the rubble like it’s Excalibur, free hand glued to his leaking side, and Jason jogs over to him after dropping the vampire he was drinking from. He wishes sometimes that drinking from other vampires gave some added benefits but he’s not sure how much more powerful he could get without scaring Roy off.

“Open it,” Jason says and Roy nods, taking it out of the plastic covering. They have less than an hour left before the sun starts to rise so this really is their first and last chance to find something they should’ve been looking for the entire time they’ve been out. It feels like it takes ten minutes for the umbrella to open up and show them it’s the most broken umbrella they’ve ever seen. Shit.

“Shit,” Roy curses and Jason gives a solemn shake of his head. “I’m sorry, Jaybird.”

“S’okay,” Jason answers before looking around, face brightening once he sees what they’re standing in front of. “Really okay, actually. C’mon.”

The strange thing about this apocalypse is the amount of buildings still standing. Jason drags him into an intact but severely looted 7-11 and sends him off to search after seeing the empty umbrella rack near the front.

They reconverge after finding three other umbrellas and Jason bares his fangs once he sees the one he found is just as broken as the one from outside. Roy looks at him with a little smile, “It’s okay, dude, we have two more. Ready?”

“Ready.” Jason nods, gaze fierce as he presses his thumb to the button that opens up his umbrella. Roy’s doesn’t even open but Jason does and it’s perfect enough to almost bring tears to his eyes, with one bent metal arm and a few holes peppered around.

“Alright, let’s go.” They don’t have time to celebrate with forty-five minutes left to get to some sort of peak. Roy leads him out, still holding his bleeding side, and Jason nods dazedly as he follows.

“I’ll drive,” Jason offers and Roy hands him the keys before slumping into the passenger seat of their stolen truck. Jason looks at him for a moment before shooing his hand away so he can grab the gauze from the backseat. Roy lets his hand fall and watches Jason take a moment to wrap his ribs. He practically feels the color coming back to his face once Jason’s done.

“Thank you,” Roy murmurs, shifting, and Jason nods.

“It’s not stitches but you won’t bleed out. Hold this.” Jason gives Roy the umbrella sitting on his lap before starting the car and taking a sharp left so they can make it to the only hill he knows and so he can focus on something other than the blood on his hands.

There hasn’t been any traffic since vampires took over the world and today’s no different, Jason quiet as he clambers out of the car after the short drive. Roy follows behind him and holds the umbrella over him right when the sky goes from dark blue to burnt orange. They made it.

“It’s been a long time, huh?” Roy looks at him but Jason doesn’t turn to look at him like usual, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket instead, but he does nod. “I don’t usually question your motives but what was all of this about?”

Jason gives himself a moment of pause before he starts to fidget with his hands, an uncharacteristic show of nerves. Roy is about to tell him not to worry about it but Jason shushes him and explains anyway while he’s flicking the dried flakes of blood off of his fingers, “It’s something me and Bruce used to do.”

“Huh.” That breaks Roy’s heart more than last night did. He wonders how many heartbreaks he can manage while he’s still human for the sake of them both.

“We would get food and just sit on the batmobile so we could watch the sun come up whenever we went on a mission together.” Jason’s gaze narrows at the brightness of the rays painting the sky even more of that pretty orange.

Their mentors aren’t something they’ve talked about often. Jason wasn't there when Dick killed the rest of their family, halfway across the country with Roy trying to find a pipe dream of a cure, and Roy hasn’t been sure of Oliver’s whereabouts since they left Seattle. They both have reason to keep to themselves.

“I understand, Jaybird,” Roy murmurs after a beat and crowds a little closer when Jason digs his teeth into his bottom lip because he knows that face. “I don’t think I ever said ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ but I am.”

“Dick killing all of them feels like a sick joke,” Jason murmurs and his gaze softens once the sun’s just high enough to peek through the little holes at the top of the umbrella instead, stinging a little and singeing his hair.

Roy doesn’t say anything but bumps their elbows together affectionately in a quiet reminder that he’s not going anywhere, letting Jason cuddle against him like they can get any closer. He’s never noticed that Jason still breathes despite all of the angsty sighing, so he shifts a little out of surprise when Jason’s shoulder rises against his before falling.

“If I’m honest–.”

“Roy.”

“If any of you would be evil, it would be Dick.”

“Roy,” Jason repeats but he’s laughing this time, “shut up, man.”

Roy chuckles himself and switches the umbrella with his other hand so he can throw his arm across Jason’s shoulders. “I hope this is everything you thought it would be, Jaybird.”

“…You shouldn’t be moving around so much when you’re bleeding,” Jason answers but he rests his head against Roy’s and doesn’t quite manage to hide his little smile.

#ao3 works #ao3 writer #fanfic #vampire jason todd #batfamily #human roy harper #roy harper #batfamily fic #jason todd x roy harper #vampire dick grayson #human bruce wayne #cross posted on ao3

[frownyalfred]

“oh I’m 100% human” says the Batkid who’s been inoculated against 76 different kinds of Scarecrow’s fear toxin, has built up immunity to almost anything Poison Ivy has created, routinely goes diving into the Gotham harbor on patrol, has been blessed/cursed by a variety of deities (depending on the kid), frequently picks up random/temporary powers from various missions, and operates at beyond peak human capabilities in combat, athleticism, and intelligence.

#Bruce is even worse #he says he’s human #but he’s been cursed and blessed so many times #and does things through sheer willpower #like that training routine ain’t human bro #sorry to tell you that #the whole batfamily prides themselves on being (mostly) human #and it’s barely true #it’s true of technicality #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #thoughts

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Clark wakes up one day and his throat hurts and he can't breath through his nose and he's all hot and feverish and he just feels bad. So he shows up at the manor sniffling with watery eyes like "Bruce I think I'm dying :'("

And Bruce is trying to stay calm but internally he's panicking a bit bc it's Superman, Superman doesn't get sick and Clark's not the type to over exaggerate his condition so if he thinks it's bad it must be.

So they go to the watchtower and contact the Lantern Corps and they send over a doctor. Clark is ready for the worst but after a brief examination that doctor's like "oh yeah, it's space flu" really casually

"Space flu?"

"Yeah, I mean it's not the thing humans get but it's pretty similar. You probably got it from that alien invasion last week. It'll suck but just rest and drink lots of fluids and you should be fine in a week."

Clark is embarrassed at his overreaction and wants to go home to mope but Bruce forces him to stay at the manor until he gets better so he can make sure someone is actually taking care of Clark.

#obsessed with clark experiencing normal human things #but having zero baseline for any of it #and way under or overreacting #superman #clark kent #batman #bruce wayne #superbat #dc #dc comics #mine

[silicon-puppy-pudding]

Can Fright Knight x Batman be a thing? Is it already a thing? I just saw this post where Frighty is acting as Danny's dad and I just want something with Fredric Knight meeting Bruce like..

Bruce is happy Daimian is making friends. This new kid, Daniel "call me Danny" Knight, seems nice. Kid might be a meta or something, with the way his eyes reflect like a cats and how he seems to always be cold, but he doesn't seem to be a bad kid and his background seemed to check out.

Yesterday Damian had invited Danny over for a sleepover and Bruce was stoked. Dami is having a friend over! A civilian friend! This is so normal and great! Danny had said his father would be picking him up the next day and would show up on his motorcycle (which was apparently named Nightmare?)

Bruce is in the sitting room close to the entrance when Alfred goes to buzz the gate for Danny's father. After a few minutes, he can hear Alfred walking the man in and explaining that "young Master Damian will be down with young Daniel in a few minutes. Till then, maybe you'd like to speak with Master Bruce?"

Bruce almost falls out of his seat when this almost 7 foot tall hunk of a man walks in, with his long raven black hair with a streak of gray down the center, all pulled back into a low ponytail. His bright green eyes have that same, almost glowing, shine that Danny's have and he's got a neat bit of stubble on his sharp jaw. He holds himself tall and seems to scan the room before setting his gaze on Bruce, who is using all his will to not ogle at this gorgeous man in front of him.

He stands to greet him and, oh God, he may actually be 7ft. "You must be Danny's dad, right?" He offers his hand to shake, "Bruce Wayne. I'm happy to see my son making friends with such a nice kid."

The behemoth of a man stares at his hand for just a moment to long before he shakes it and introduces himself, "Fredric Knight. I'm also glad my son is making friends." He says with the hint of a smile, "He's been a bit reclusive since we came here and I don't believe that's been healthy for him."

The two fathers talk for a bit, Bruce doing his best to be Batman ever now and then to make sure this guy isn't a potential threat. After some time, Danny and Damien walk into the room with Danny's bags, "Hey Dad, hi Mr. Bruce. Sorry that took so long," he says as he walks over to Fred (Bruce was told he could call him that) and half hugs the man, "Dami has a snake and he let me feed her!" Fred looks down at his son and pats his head, "That sounds interesting, little prince. Was it a frightful creature?"

As father and son speak, Bruce notes how fond Fred seems of Danny. The 'little prince' name seemed cute and pretty fitting with the last name. He also notes how Fred seemed to relax just a bit the moment Danny walked into the room (the same way he would after his children returned from patrol safe and unharmed), huh.

They say their goodbyes and the father-son duo are escorted out. Bruce and Damien watch as they ride down the driveway, Danny doing his best to wave at them from between his father's arms.

"We should invite the both of them over for dinner." Bruce says with a hand on his son's shoulder, "Fred seems like an interesting character, don't you think?"

"Father,"

"Yes Damian?"

"Please do not seduce my friends father."

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #fic prompt #dcxdp #Bruce deserves a big hunky man that isn't currently in a relationship #Dami isn't having this shit #Bruce is trying to be suspicious but mans is hot #fright night #Fright Knight x Batman #Fredric Knight x Bruce Wayne??? #Danny would honestly think its kinda funny that Frighty doesn't realize he's seducing Bruce #Frighty is just trying to be a good human dad #Human dads talk about their kids and hobbies right? #dinner is a normal human activity that friends and family partake in right?? #is this Bruce character his friend now?? #Frighty: I've make an adult friend like you said i should #Danny: i don't think you understand what a crush looks like #Frighty: Crush? Am i meant to destroy something in the name of friendship?? #Danny trying not to lose it: 🤭 no dad please don't 🤣

[superbat-love]

Superbat Moments #14

Opposites Attract

Superbat Master Collection

#inner thoughts #sunshine alien and emo human #different yet complementary #superbat #dc #dc comics #official #superman x batman #batman x superman #superman/batman #batman/superman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #superbatcollection

[phoenixcatch7]

Lmao I'd love to see a fic where batman like. Doesn't talk at all. He just 'hn' and 'hrm's his way through the story like a Minecraft villager. All the bat kids understand him perfectly.

I actually know people irl who can do this, and I've done it myself during bad migraines, it's practically a second language, so I know it's totally possible to have full conversations between two speakers XD!

It'd be another degree of separation between Brucie Wayne, the ditzy, breathy playboy and batman, who used up all his vocal spoons for the day and now communicates solely through unintelligible grunts and sharp hand gestures when he doesn't need to talk to strangers.

Unfortunately, the best way to learn grunt speak is the same way most languages are learned, and there's no written word (outside of emoji, of course): immersion. And the justice league are no longer considered strangers.

This leads to:

Hal: which way do we go, spooky? Where's the tracker pointing?

B: *grunt*

Hal: what?

B: *insistent grunt*

Hal:..... Can we point?

B: *dour look* *slowly raises arm to point left down the street* *sharp, insistent grunt*

Hal, dryly: don't strain yourself.

-

Damian: greyson. I am calling because father has had an injury and is bed bound for tonight, however Alfred is downstairs and the rest are still on patrol. I am still in the early stages of learning father's intonations. Please translate.

Nightwing, eldest, regularly called for exactly this reason by just about everyone Bruce has ever spoken with since he was a kid, ranging from arkham guards to jl members: *heavy sigh* put him on.

Bruce: hrng...

Nightwing: He's telling you to close the curtains and keep the noise down, he's got a headache.

Damian, over the sound of footsteps and fabric rustling: it truly is just like another language.

N: nah, it's a lot of probability. I've known b for years, I can guess pretty well. There's a lot we can say. For example, that grunt actually carried a lot more meaning, I just trimmed it down.

Damian: truly?

N: yup! If I had to be pedantic, it actually meant 'I am in quite a lot of discomfort, the cause of which is my head, and I am struggling to manage it on my own. Please aid in my cause, my darling sons whom I love dearly -'

Damian: *muffled noise through the phone*

N: that'll be him telling us to shut up. But you can see why I asked you to close the curtains.

Damian: fascinating. I shall take this under advisement.

-

B, exhausted after a long day of board meetings as Brucie: *moody silence*

Gordon: Batman, how's it going?

B: *glower* *drawn out grunt*

Gordon: that bad, huh?

-

Supes, during a briefing: I believe it would be best if we attacked from the north, we've enough flying members to crest the mountains and ambush then that way - Batman?

B: *quiet grumble, with pointer fingers moving in semicircles*

Supes: ah, I see. You're right, we'd be too visible if the sun rose behind them*turns to see the other members standing behind him* what?

Flash, bowing at the waist, palms together over his head: teach me your ways, oh mighty bat-speaker.

#I see a lot of 'haha b grunts and rarely speaks when distracted' but I never see people actually taking it further #There's a lot of unrealistic things that happen in dc but having conversations in grunts isn't one of them!! #It's not a secret fictional human hybrid language lmao it's perfectly understandable #Once my friend told me to get an ice cream and a flask of hot water without opening their mouth once lol #Bruce can be semi verbal. As a treat. #batman #dc comics #bruce wayne #Brucie Wayne #1k #2k #?!

[spite-and-waffles]

Bruce, picking up a stray: "He reminds me of me!" :333

Bruce, a couple of years later: "Why is he such a stubborn, self-destructive drama queen??" >((

#the girls are exempt #babs is a colleague steph is the kimmy gibbler and he forgets cass is a human girl and not a justice machine half the time #it's all about the blue eyed black haired boy children #same mini-Bruce different presentations #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #dcu #crack meta #spite waffle

[bruciemilf]

Picture this: 6'3 of bulk and attitude, reheated corpse Jason Todd, who went through unconceivable torture, who probably asked Satan " this as hot as you get?", leaning down to whisper " introduce me " to Bruce when meeting Wonder Woman and just hiding behind him like 👉👈

#this has me in a HEADLOCK #jason todd #HES A SOFTIE FANBOY #soft jason todd #bruce wayne #batman #dc #dc comics #batfam #batfamily #text post #text #bruce ofc talks him up so much 'tell wonder woman about that human trafficker you mauled'' #'' PAPI UGH SO EMBARASSING- it was nothing really. you - you probably did way cooler things ''

[celaenaeiln]

Batman: *to the Justice League* This is Robin. He's in my care from now on.

Robin Dick: *emitting light from his smile* hi!

Justice League: Awwww! He's really cute but Batman, are you sure about this?

Batman: I've never been more sure.

JL: okay...

Dick: I'm robin! i'm 8! And you guys are the coolest people ever!!

JL: *melting into a puddle of love*

Hal Jordan: Man, how'd you pop out a kid like this bats?

Dick: He didn't. I adopted him.

Hal: what?

Dick: He's under my care now, all opinions and complaints about his behavior go through me.

Hal: uh. Well in that case, I feel for ya kid because Bats is a-

Dick: denied.

Hal: what?

Dick: your complaint is denied. rejected. unforgiven.

Hal: .....???

Dick: bye.

Batman: *tearing up behind his mask* Best. Decision. Ever.

#dick is bruce's biggest protector #his emotional support human being for a sad pathetic man #every sad man needs a little ray of sunshine with a shield and spear to protect them #dick grayson #robin dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #incorrect batfamily quotes

[nelkcats]

The King's last gift

Danny was tired, tired of being responsible for protecting the world. At first it was just Amity but the ghosts began to explore more and the halfa was exhausted. He was the only hero available and it was taking its toll.

He knew he couldn't go on like this, let alone with his coronation around the corner but he didn't know what else to do. He knew he couldn't interfere with the world after the crown was on his head. The world would fear him (maybe even more than now) and protecting them with so much power in hand could do more harm than good, but if he didn't protect them, who would?

His core ached at the thought of all those people begging for a hero who wouldn't come, so Danny took desperate measures, and cheated a little.

He visited Desiree; she watched him with a raised eyebrow, curious. And Danny did what he forbade long ago, he wished. He wished for the future and for humanity itself, he uttered the words he had wanted to say ever since he knew he would not be able to visit earth for a long time.

"I wish for the world to be safe even when I no longer live in it, I wish for there to be someone who can protect it, even if it's just a human."

Desiree blinked in surprise not expecting the King who had "forbidden" her to do such a thing. She smiled and nodded. Her power grew exponentially but neither she nor Danny said anything about it. The halfa would not undo that wish after all.

In New Jersey, Thomas and Martha Wayne were celebrating the birth of their son. Neither of them noticed the spark of magic entering the baby, nor the boy's unusually blue eyes. Bruce Wayne, the Ghost King's latest gift to mankind, had been born.

And years later, when the Justice League was formed and everyone was talking to each other, John Constantine looked at the dark knight curiously, wondering if he was aware that he was death's favorite.

#dpxdc #ghost king danny #immortal danny #he protected earth for a long time #But Danny knew he couldn't protect them forever #Danny loves humanity but they are not his people #not anymore #his people are the Infinite Realms inhabitants and they would desperately need him after the coronation #especially after the disaster that Pariah Dark left behind #Clockwork warned Danny that he couldn't be the hero anymore #his powers would grow and it would take him a long time to control them #But if he doesn't protect humans then who? #dp x dc #dc x dp #Danny wished for a hero #and Bruce Wayne was born #maybe Danny changed his future and his parents wouldn't have died if the King hadn't wanted something so selfish #but Danny can't help but be selfish #he loves humanity too much despite how much they hate him #John Constantine is wrong though #Bruce is not Death's favorite #he is the King's last hope

[mondays-writing-pit]

falling into a death trap (and climbing out)

(check it out on ao3, especially for the tags)

word count: 1,591

summary:

“Can’t handle a little biting?” Jason wonders, watching with sharp eyes as the guy clutches his arm in disbelief, “I thought that was a part of our scene.”

Jason tunes out the explicit threats of murder when he hears three fast beeps of a door unlocking above him at the same time his new friend scrambles out for medical attention. Jason didn’t turn him but he won’t be able to move for a few days once the venom sets in. It took a lot of nasty training with mice for him to get this far in a year.

orrrr

jason's been a vampire for a year. he gets kidnapped by black mask. he gets rescued too but not by black mask. that would be weird.

Jason’s growing weary of this sudden propensity for needing to be saved. He’s too out of it to keep his thoughts steady but he smirks at the flash idea of getting Roy a leash, not quite sure for which one of them.

…He’s been here for a long time. He’s at the beginning of immortality, so hours chained to a chair still feel too long for him. They were smart to use silver after the sudden surge in vampire sightings.

“What the hell are you smirkin’ for, huh?” Jason’s…handler is some burly dude Black Mask has working under him. He punches him again to get him back to their playground and Jason’s head whips to the side, his nose starting to bleed with blood he’s been so acutely aware isn’t his own. It’s hilarious in his delirium—how much of it is actually more along the lines of this guy’s. Jason’s ears are ringing but it soon stops, just like the sticky red dripping from his nose. He’s never really noticed how fast he heals, mostly because he has Roy around to make sure he never gets hurt. He hears himself laughing at the fact that the silver chains keeping him to the chair aren't high grade enough to stop him completely. It earns him another hit as soon as he finishes sitting back up.

“You’re gonna knock the chair over,” Jason warns, voice raspy from nothing more than the change but he kinda likes the inevitable sound he was gonna get from smoking as much as he did, “what’ll you do if it breaks?”

Jason hasn’t cried out in pain since he’s been here and the blade shoved into his shoulder (where the hell did he just pull that out from?) doesn’t get much of a reaction out of him either. He can’t shrug it off but he doesn’t even hiss, even if the pain is sharp and makes his vision swim. He focuses back on the face of his attacker and grins at him:

“Gimme some more.”

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It wasn’t Bruce who taught Jason to egg people on until they get mad enough to lose focus but it’s a rule Jason abides by. He can only take so many punches and slashes somewhere before he starts to get irritated himself but he only needs two more close ones before he can set his plan into motion.

Jason coughs and looks at the tooth that clatters onto the floor. It’ll be back once he gets out of here. There’s enough metal in him to set off a detector but he can’t focus on anything that hurts right now when his window is just skirting around the corner.

“That all you got, huh?” Jason licks over his teeth just for the taste of some of the blood from his torturer’s knuckles, just because it’s not enough to help him. One more.

It turns out that silver is a slow acting process. He hasn’t healed anything in about twenty minutes and he doesn’t have much strength to do anything but snark. He’ll just have to find some if he wants to get out of here.

The next swing makes Jason jerk his head back for a quarter of a second before he surges forward and latches on. The fangs in his mouth didn’t go anywhere during his time getting the shit beat out of him and he sighs a happy sigh as the taste of blood that’s new to his body floods his mouth. The guy cries out in pain and yanks his arm away but Jason holds on until he manages a second time.

“Can’t handle a little biting?” Jason wonders, watching with sharp eyes as the guy clutches his arm in disbelief, “I thought that was a part of our scene.”

Jason tunes out the explicit threats of murder when he hears three fast beeps of a door unlocking above him at the same time his new friend scrambles out for medical attention. Jason didn’t turn him but he won’t be able to move for a few days once the venom sets in. It took a lot of nasty training with mice for him to get this far in a year.

The beeps, when Jason remembers them, were for the theater door above him. He wasn’t paying much attention because it wasn’t much in there, just more lackeys, but now they’re gone. He hears hushed conversations that he would usually tune into but the pain is really settling in now so he focuses on the humanistic throbbing he hasn’t felt in a while instead.

The window breaks above him and Jason squints at the overhead light that floods the room. “It’s him. He’s a mess.”

It’s Dick. Jason would know it’s him without even hearing him–he smells like cedarwood and Babs, who carries what candle companies think is the scent of pumpkin with her. It’s the last help he could imagine wanting, seeing as he’s been hiding from the already strained relationships with his family.

Dick’s smooth in his motions as he jumps down from the ledge and comes over to him, tapping his cheek to make sure he’s awake because Jason let his head loll forward. Jason responds in kind, catching the side of his hand with his mouth just to bite through the leather of his glove, which earns him a “Hey!” and a disapproving flick to his forehead.

“Tell Roy I’m gonna kill him when I get out of here.” Jason tries to swallow the piece of glove in his mouth just to see what happens but Dick digs it out without a care in the world surrounding his fangs. There’s a part of Jason that tells him to bite down so they can be alive together forever, just to watch Dick like an experiment. It’s the same thing he feels when he looks at Roy for too long but it’s familial here. His idea of biting Roy is so much more…he doesn’t wanna say.

“After saying ‘thank you’ for helping us find your sorry ass and after he kills you first. He told me about what you have going on, so, unfortunately, I had to tell Bruce too.” Dick gives him a once over. “Black Mask?”

“He cornered me,” Jason hisses when Dick starts to pull stuff out of him, “and I really think the holy water might’ve been another helping hand before you say anything along the lines of ‘You still could’ve gotten out of there’. I’m new here. Who’s ‘us’?”

“B and Duke,” Dick answers, working on the chains, “because we figured they would have a bunch of lights on you. Also, Duke’s just helpful and…finally visiting.”

“Huh.” Jason’s finally noticing things again, including the dimness of the room. He’s healing himself already.

“Can you walk?” Dick’s already on him to help him stand and Jason accepts the help just because he offered.

"Where is Roy, by the way?" Jason asks while they find their way out through the basement hallways. They're not actually lost--Duke is feeding Dick instructions through his comm. They're just taking the scenic route. Dick hasn't seen him in a long time so Jason lets him take his time, especially when it comes to rescue missions. He’ll never mind.

"In my apartment," Dick answers while they toddle along, "because you've been gone for a week. He's only slept probably eight hours since you disappeared. Said he can't sleep without something next to him anymore."

"Watch it," Jason hisses because he's not ready for what Dick's implying. He shies away as much as he can and Dick snorts, hugging him close.

"…It has to run in the family."

"Dick fucking Grayson!"

Dick throws his head back with a laugh, rubbing his side to quell the brewing storm over his little brother's head. "Never change."

“I’m hungry,” Jason grumps in response and Dick pats him, heartbeat not jumping for even a second. They both can tell when someone’s just trying to be scary.

“Bruce has premium blood bags in the batmobile for you,” Dick promises, “so hang on for a few more minutes. He’s gonna flip out when he sees all of that blood on your face.”

The closer they get to the exit, the more Jason hears the heartbeats of the two men waiting for them. Duke smells like honey and his heart beats like a hummingbird’s. He’s been the Signal for not so long, so things still make him nervous. He puts up a good front, though, which Jason thinks is commendable. He grins at the younger man once they’re out in the open and Duke gives him a little wave before turning around like there’s something interesting in Gotham’s skyline.

“…Get in. Dick, sit in the back.” No greeting but Bruce is relieved to see him safe, judging by his slow pulse. Jason’s been around Gotham enough for the past year to know it pretty well, knowing his resting rate from just sitting with him somewhere in the manor, and he’s learning everyone else’s too.

“C’mon, Little Wing,” Dick chirps, pulling him into the back, and Jason knows Bruce is about to come right behind them but he stares at him a little longer. It’s been a long time since Bruce has come to his rescue and he’s starstruck.

“Get in the car before somebody sees you,” Bruce grumbles, never nice with his tone, and Jason gives him a numb nod before climbing in behind Dick, who’s waiting with a smug amount of Batman brand wet wipes.

#ao3 works #ao3 writer #fanfic #vampire jason todd #jason todd x roy harper #batfamily #bruce wayne #batman fic #uhhh #human roy harper #human dick grayson #human bruce wayne #duke thomas #my boy!!! #batfamily fic

[frownyalfred]

Clark figures out Bruce's identity by complete accident one day at a gala because someone elbows his kid by accident and Bruce's face becomes the most impenetrable mask of quiet, seething rage for a fraction of a second that Clark only catches because he's Superman, and boom. His brain makes the immediate connection -- that's Batman. It's the same expression.

#bruce wayne #batman #dc #clark kent #superman #dc comics #batfamily #it's too fast to ever be caught on camera #or by human eyes #but clark sees it and goes uh oh

[shit-talker]

The only way I can rationalise people accepting literal children going out and fighting crime as Robin is if they don't think Robin is a real child.

I think it would be fun to see how Bruce would use that to his advantage in protecting his kids. Like, if people think Robin isn't human, if they instead think he's a spirit or a ghost, they are less likely to shoot at him, less likely to try and physically attack Robin because they think it would be no use.

The fun part would be deciding HOW they would do this. I like to think that Robin's domino mask doesn't have a hole for his eyes but instead is glazed over so that he can see out of it, but you can't see in. Maybe they install small lights in it so it looks like his eyes glow in the dark, because can you image how fucking scary it would be to just see these two sentient light-like eyes and just know the Batman must be lurking somewhere close by?

Maybe Bruce installs super strong magnets in their gloves because on the chance that someone does pull a gun on his kid close range, it would be a lot easier for them to grab the gun away if they had the force of magnetism on their side. Also, grabbing onto poles and other metal materials would make all the scaling on tall buildings a little safer. Obviously, they'd need a way to turn it on and off, but still. Can you imagine, you're in a warehouse and there are steel frames fucking everywhere and you look up and suddenly there's a child gripping onto one effortlessly? Horrifying.

Maybe they have a voice box. Want to scare people? Play this really ominous recording of a child's laughter that echoes just a bit too loud to be normal. Play this ominous screaming that seems too silent to be real. Play this ticking that seems to never end that induces stress and increases the chance of them messing up.

What would be even funnier is keeping this act up with the Justice League and other teams.

Batman doesn't bring Robin to these meetings at the beginning because he sees no need to involve a preteen in such matters, but at some point the subject does come up and it's sort of like; So, Bats, what exactly is the kid? Like...is he yours?

And Bruce (paranoid as fuck) doesn't want to admit to these people that yes, Robin is my son because hello? That's gotta be his biggest weakness, he would do anything to keep that kid safe and fuck them if they ever tried to hurt him to get to Bruce.

So, he tells them that he's a spirit sent to haunt him and remind the city of it'd failures and the Justice League just... believe him?? Because this is Batman, and why would Batman ever lie about something so, frankly, strange? And it's not a huge deal, like they're a team comprised of metas and aliens and literal godesses, so what if the one normal human guy has a weird little ghost child? Who cares if he cares about it like it's a real boy? Maybe the baby spirit has rights, too!! They don't know!

So, when the JLA gets more popular and becomes an actual, legal part of the American government, they're required to list all of their members. And they class Batman as a human, because that's obvious but next to Robin, they don't really know what to say or how to ask Batman about it, ao they just put "Unknown Child Spirit - TBD"

And then just... never change it?

So, they don't question why a few years later Robin seems to look entirely different, or why after that he changes again, or why Robin is suddenly a girl for a while before going back to a little boy. That's obviously just some weird spirit thing they don't understand, and it's not like Batman is going to explain it!

#batman #batman and robin #robin #justice league #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #the kids obviously play into this as well making themselves seem not fully human #but also?? #they arent exactly normal anyway so it really doesn't matter #dick joins a team for the 1st time as robin and everyone else is kind of like #“so...do you eat? are you...wanna play video games??” #and dick #who has been raised in a circus before joining a family comprised of batman and alfred has not really played any video games #and obviously there is no way a real human child has not played video games before so everyone never even thinks that MAYBE its not true #shit talker talks

[flamingpudding]

Random futuristic dpxdc idea I am having during work.

Damian took over being Batman when Bruce, stubborn as a bull, finally decided to retire. Of course, any good Batman needs a Robin. And when Damian heard of a teen hero protecting his town all on his own without the help of any adults, he decided he found the perfect candidate to become his Robin to mentor. A traumatized boy who needed a loving, finacial, stable, and protective family he and his siblings could provide with no problem. Even if the kid didn't seem to realize that right now.

Bruce is enjoying his retirement and watching amused Damian's first attempt in adopting his own son that isn't an animal for once.

The bat family are laughing at the irony of Damians attempts in getting his own Robin to Mentor.

And Danny is freaked out at the adult in a Bat suite insisting he becomes Robin when he was already Phantom and was over analyzing his home life.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #crossover #damian wayne #bruce is retired #damian is batman #damian wants to adopt danny as his robin #danny is weirded out and refuses #the batfamily is amused at watching Damians first human adoption attempts #will danny become a robin? #random idea #crack prompt #prompt idea

[hyoninnuri]

When it's painfully obvious how incredibly vulnerable humans are.

#superbat #clark kent #bruce wayne #batman #superman #fanart; #sorry I have been quiet here #I do need to start doing more things lol #pls accept my humble offering of superbat #something about an alien being in love with a human amirite?

[superbat-love]

The cutest

#sunshine alien and emo human #superbat #dc #official #superman x batman #batman x superman #superman/batman #batman/superman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #lego batman