#wayne is the best grandpa

[gloomysoup]

since i haven't written in a few days (work is shit) here have some more of whatever tf this fic is becoming :D (it has not been edited at all whatsoever so deal w it)

“He never mentioned that.”

Steve just shrugged. He did that thing again; the thing Eddie knows he does when there's something he's not saying. Something he's leaving out. Joyce came back outside with Gracie toddling beside her, a sippy cup in hand. She ran over to Steve, attaching herself to his leg and pointing excitedly toward Wayne. Steve smiled softly and picked her up. He just gave Eddie a small nod before walking away, carrying her over to Wayne. Eddie watched, dumbfounded, as Wayne happily greeted Steve and took Gracie in his other arm. He looked so comfortable holding them, even though Eddie thought it couldn't be easy to hold both toddlers at once. Joyce stopped beside him, but it took her speaking a few moments later for Eddie to register that she was there.

“He's happy, Eddie,” she said softly. The alpha looked over, frowning.

“I know. I can see it.”

She shook her head, just a little bit. A minute movement. “He didn't used to be.” Eddie's frown deepened.

Joyce wasn't looking at him. She was watching Steve, and Wayne, and Robin, and the pups. Steve’s laughter rang out through the air. It made Eddie’s heart squeeze. He had never heard Steve laugh like that. It was such a gorgeous sound. A laugh brought on by parenthood. A laugh he only had because of his pups, whom he so clearly loved with every fiber of his being. Steve was made to be a parent. It was a simple fact. Everyone knew it. Eddie just wished it was with him. He would give anything to have been the one there, holding Steve’s hand through everything. Every up and down of pregnancy, of parenthood. He wanted to be there for all of it. He wanted to be the first to have heard that laugh. But he wasn't. It wasn't his moment to share.

Joyce’s voice brought him back. “He's had a hard time, Eddie. It wasn't easy. It still isn't. And you know we all care about you, so much, but….”

“But what?”

Joyce sighed. Her hand came to rest on his arm. “You being here is hard. For everyone. It's been such a long time. So much has changed. You have to understand that.”

“I know.”

Her head shook again. “I don't think you really do.”

#wayne is the best grandpa #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #omegaverse steddie #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #eventual steddie #steddie fic #steddie fics #steddie au #steddie dads #steddie angst #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington angst #steve stranger things #steve harrington fic #steve and dustin #steve and robin #eddie stranger things #wayne munson #the party stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things omegaverse #stranger things fanfiction

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Bruce sends birthday gifts to all his grandchildren Jason's goons.

Love this. A couple possible scenarios popped into my head and I can’t decide which is funniest:

1) Red Hood guilt trips Batman in public while accompanied by his four goons with the best sad puppy dog eyes. Bruce caves immediately.

2) Bruce does this as a way of making sure everyone knows Red Hood is Batman’s kid. Not Wonder Woman’s. If claiming Red Hood’s goons is what it takes for Jason to acknowledge Bruce as his dad he’ll take it. Gladly.

3) Bruce does this as a way of making sure everyone knows Red Hood is Bruce’s kid. That’s right. Brucie Wayne, Gotham’s favorite himbo, emotionally adopted the infamous Red Hood. (Everyone is too scared to ask about legally.) If Jason won’t acknowledge his relation to Bruce then he’ll have to get creative. Adopting a crime lord is far from the worst thing the press has supposedly caught him doing, and the look on Jim Gordon’s face at the Mayor’s Ball was an added bonus that he will cherish forever.

#is red hood Bruce Wayne’s kid #this is an as of yet unexplored HC for me that I feel has great potential #unleash the #himbo Bruce Wayne #jason todd #bruce wayne #batman #red hood #red hood and his adopted goons #best boss red hood #best grandpa batman #batfam #fueled by pettiness and spite

[ijustthinkhesneat]

I’m an Alfred/Martha/Thomas truther. Like Alfred is a baddie in his 80s you all know he must have been a slice back in the day. And it is canon Martha and Thomas were smoke shows.

Like let hot people get it. Let hot men kiss while their wife turns mobsters kneecaps into flour with a baseball bat.

#I feel like with all those portraits in the manor teenage Bruce must have had that weird moment when he was like #‘why were my parents hotter than me at 16?’ #y’all know what I mean you find a photo of like your grandparents when they were young and you have to know why your so crusty #but like nope apparently grandpa was an absolute chad #Bruce Wayne #Martha Wayne #Thomas Wayne #alfred pennyworth #I bet Martha was dog walking those men #her British Twink and Italian Bodybuilder #batman #batfam #like and imagine the kids reaction #they find a candid shot of young Alfred making out with Grandpa Tom? #they can’t handle the idea of Alfred getting so much play #rip to Martha and Thomas they are eating ass and smoking grass with the angels now #it’s for the best #the Gotham rogues would be found scalped if they were still kicking #gotham #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #dc batman

[lucreziaborgiagf]

i have a very serious headcanon that bruce’s various emotionally adopted children get him a world’s best dad mug (and assorted variations, including “world’s worst dad” (jason), “world’s okayest dad” (also jason) and “certainly a dad” (also also jason)) for father’s day every year, however they don’t know that the others all also get him one. bruce just has a room filled with mugs from his kids because he doesn’t want them to stop giving them to him.

#it’s right next to alfred’s worlds best grandpa mug room #cass gets b a mug that says ‘my daughter’s a ballerina: what’s your superpower?’ one year and he almost bursts into tears #bruce wayne #batfamily #dc comics #batman

[lilpomelito]

girldads Steve and Eddie. their oldest looooves sports and she's crazy good at soccer (making auntie Robin proud). everyone would assume Steve would be her biggest fan (and he is!) but it's actually Eddie the one who's getting into loud arguments and even fights with all the other soccer moms. yes Jennifer your brat just kicked my baby on fucking purpose she has to get a red card this is so unfair and Steve has to drag him away to stop him from strangling another kid's parent. their girl loves the drama, she's kind of a queen bee who lives for her dad's crazy sense of theatrics.

and then their youngest wants to learn music and she starts with guitar because that's what's at home and Eddie is so proud of how quickly his baby is learning, then Steve teaches her what he remembers from his piano lessons. but she wants more, so she asks robin for trumpet lessons. but that's not enough she seems to be some kind of music savant and plays the violin next, and then the drums when she convinces Garreth to teach her. then she begs for oboe lessons. she's a little rascal stealing instruments from the school's music classroom. and you'll find Steve loudly arguing with the principal when she gets caught again, no I won't stop her, yes she has ten instruments at home but she wants to learn more, what kind of institution is determined to stagnate a kid's learning development? and Eddie has to rescue them both before his husband gets their child expelled from the expensive fancy school for gifted kids

#just Steve and Eddie very aggressively supporting their girls interests #because they know how awful it feels when your own parents don't give a shit about you #grandpa Wayne remains the best tho #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #girldads steddie #mine

[tiger-inthelake]

5 minutes into Batman the animated series and I’m already loving Alfred.

#batman #dc universe #dc #alfred the immortal #alfred pennyworth #alfred is the best #we hate the joker #sassy Alfred #bruce wayne #batman the animated series #the dark knight #why am i like this #seriously how is Alfred so cool #grandpa with a shotgun #yassssssssssssss

[daughterofnyks2003]

Headcanon #3

Jason and Roy definitely got married on their mission in Vegas. They got drunk and one of them (they're still not sure which one) got an excellent idea "let's piss off Bruce and Oliver".

And now they can't get a divorce because Steph and Mia threatened, blackmailed, or bribed everyone willing to give it to them.

#jason todd #dc comics #dc #red hood #stephanie brown #jayroy #roy harper #arsenal #spoiler #mia queen #and now Bruce and Oliver fight over the title of Lian's best grandpa #batman #oliver queen #bruce wayne #green arrow

[hopefulstarfire]

"Your Grandpa loved you more than we did" sounds like a horrible thing to say to a person growing up, but for me and my family this is an absolute joke and we know it.

For context, my Grandpa and I were best friends. We did everything together and he always watched over me like a hawk. And he loved all of us kids and grandkids dearly, tried to do everything he could to help us and provide for us.

He grew up on a homestead in the 40s and 50s in South Dakota. He went to school in a one room school house and, at one point, got snowed in for like either a month or 3 months, something to that effect, as it has been told to me. They lived off of tomato soup and peanut butter during that time and, from that point on, those are the only two foods in the world he would not eat ever again.

This is important to know.

Fast forward several decades. I'm about 4 or 5 years old. Grandpa's babysitting me while Mom and Grandma went out shopping. I, wanting to be a self sufficient and helpful kid, ask him, "Grandpa, are you hungry?"

He said yes, and that was a mistake.

Because, like most 4/5 year olds, my idea of making food was...creative to say the least. And I'm not talking about taking blades of grass and putting it in water to make soup. I'm talking like, I once made my Mom breakfast that consisted of vanilla pudding, frootloops, carrots and something else I don't remember. I was trying to make a smiley face, like how Mushu did on Mulan, and that was what I had I guess.

I was also the kid that was notorious for climbing to get up to anything that should have been out of my reach (good tactics to have, considering I ended up being short as fuck and still have to do so).

So I make him what I can only loosely define as a sandwich, but was actually more like some kind of war crime. Sure, it had bread and turkey and cheese and ham...but it also had froot loops, oreos, candy bars; literally, if it was in the house and I could get my tiny goblin hands on it, it went on that sandwich.

This man ate every last bite of that abomination. And when my rightfully horrified mom and grandma asked "Why?", he just shrugged and said "It all goes down the same place anyways."

Every time we reminiscenced about it, my Mom would tell me "Your Grandpa loved you more than we did." Because none of them would have eaten it and I don't blame them one bit, my Grandpa was just a different breed of man entirely. And Grandma and I still laugh about it because, yeah, no, he really had to have.

#kenz musings #text posts #story time #i have literally so many things i could say about my grandpa but i had to share this one bc its funny #he was literally one of the most amazing people to ever exist i miss him a lot even 8 years #i got so many more stories. about him and his side of the family. #AT SOME POINT I GOTTA TELL YOU ABOUT AUNT SALLY AND THE TEA BW HER AND HER SIL #found the letter in a tub in the closet that were things from my great grandmas house and ohmygod it was insane #i found out so much family tea that day #but nah i got more grandpa stories too #and he was just. the best person. #theres a reason why wayne in astrarium is heavily based off of him

[flamingpudding]

His son's children

When Alfred looked into the security video of the front gates, he froze for a moment. Taking in the image of the two children there. One was a tall, red haired girl with a teal headband, confident but with a look of wary in her eyes. Behind the girl was a younger boy, black haired and wearing a NASA shirt, appearing to be reluctant like what they were doing was a bad idea. Alfred's stomach dropped just a little when he saw the boy and his familiar features.

A second later worry flitted accross his face, but still, because of protocol, he asked them for their reason for this surprise visit. No one expected any visitors this late, and Alfred knew if he looked over his shoulder, he would find one of the children snooping, trying to find out who their visitor could be.

Yet when he heard the girls request to see him, not Bruce Wayne, but him, Alfred Pennyworth, his stomach dropped even more. Knowing now for sure that he hadn't seen wrong with the boy's features. He buzzed them in, while his mind remembered old cherished memories of two you black haired toddlers playing together, growing up together until that one day. When he chose to stay and his significant other chose to leave. Sometimes, he wondered if Bruce still remembered the one that could have been a brother to him if things had gone different.

He doesn't regret his decision, but when he looked at the two worn-out children, no his own grandchildren, before him he mourned the fact that he had let his own son become astranged from him and Bruce. Having believed it to be the best with what Bruce had started to get up to.

But maybe it wasn't to late to make amends he thought as the young girl, clearly of the same vibes as Richard, like someone who had grown up to fast and taking on responsibilities that shouldn't be theirs, tried to explain that they won't call him grandpa if it made him uncomfortable and that they would only need a place to stay for a couple of days before they could move on.

Alfred's heart broke for them as he listened to the girls, Jasmine's hurried explanation.

During her explanation, he studied them more closely. Marveling at how much the boy, Daniel, looked like him when he had been younger. But also noticing the clear signs of injury he was trying to hide. He suppressed a huff, years of taking care of his reckless charges and other grandchildren, and their wounds had made him an expert in spotting these things. But it also gave him a sickening feeling. The injuries Daniel tried to hide did not appear like your average kind of injuries.

They were going to stay, Alfred would make sure of it and he would also let Bruce know of his findings. There was clearly more to his grandchildren sudden appearance than Jasmin was willing to explain.

Whatever endangered his grandchildren from his own estranged son. He would ensure that nothing would hurt them ever again.

His granddaughter did not need to list reasons to convince him to let them stay for a couple of days. And his grandson did not need to look this cautious and wary of him like someone was going to attack him any second.

Alfred was going to give them a home if his son couldn't. And if Bruce had a problem with it, he could take it up with his children. Clearly, if he looked over his shoulder at the noisy little ones, all of his other grandchildren could see that these two before him needed a home to stay.

Besides from the looks of it, they would fit right in with this family.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #crossover #dcxdp #alfred pennyworth #jazz fenton #the fentons are about to expirence tha familial love the batfam shares with Alfred #jazz and Danny are Alfreds actual grandchildren #jack is alfreds son who went estranged #the fenton siblings needed help #and a place to temporarily stay #jazz found information on their grandfather #danny still things thats a bad idea #well alfred was not about to let his grandchildren go now that they sought him out #prompt idea #random early morning thoughts #feel free to use

[emdeerm]

I'm a Grandpa? Again?!

My brain got away from me. srry

This might be a horrible, horrible idea that will have so many butterfly and directs effects on the DC canon that I know nothing about but...

Consider this: Bruce is Danny's clone/test-tube baby.

Danny has lived for many, many years and somewhere along the lines, he got his DNA stolen again (in his human form mind you) by someone and they made a clone/baby (most likely cause the child would destabilise without more DNA. Human Danny is just 1/3 of the DNA he has). Maybe the League and Ra's is responsible. Maybe some other party I have no knowledge about. Maybe it was GIW. But it happens.

Anyway, whoever succeeded, had some intentions with the clone if it had powers. He did not. Was a failure and was dumped as a 3yo in Gotham. Tom and Martha Wayne found him and adopted the child.

Now, Danny doesn't know it. He just goes around, living his best life with his partner/(s), works somewhere new every 5-6 years or so, trying out new professions when he wants. When his DNA got yonked, he was a practicing cook. By the time Batman is old enough with all his kids he is a doctor or something.

Let's throw in the Ghost King for fun. Love the trope. Could be just him being a super strong and respected Ghost in the Realms who helps himself to Pariah's treasury. Not like the guy needed it anyway.

So, YEARS pass. All parties are unaware. Meta human protection happens. Ecto Acts get ruled out automatically by the Government somewhere in a list of all stuff that change. The Ghosts haven't been sighted for over 30 years. The Government disbanded GIW wven esrlier just cause they were a moneh draining leach. The JL didn't even pay that much attention honestly (let's say Batman wasn't there for some reason to check the final copy), just one more thing that changed for the better in their eyes.

So, Danny and his kind are now legally in the clear. Does he so something with it? Well, not much. Just uses his powers more freely. His rogues don't find the Living Realm all that interesting now and just come to Phantom to play. Except Sculker. That ass is still unbearable.

...

I got sidetracked from my original idea. Anyway-

...

Damian in school has to do the ancestory assignment. And finds out that he has a weird relation to this Random DudeTM. (Maybe Tom's and Martha's DNA was indeed used in the process of creation. Who knows, maybe it was their doing all along in the name of Doctor Science. Idk. All options are fun) Came out of nowhere. The relation is unclear too.

That gets brought up to Father. Father is surprised. Investigation happens.

The Bats are flabbergasted by the results.

Danny gets the news that he is a surprise Granpa again (Dani was the first one to come with a grandchild out of nowhere. Adopted. You know what? Let it be Cass. Let her have a traveling super mom).

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Bruce is Danny's clone/baby #he was unaware #Gasp #Batman and Robin will be limknal to hell for sure now #sure #the human half has been used but human Fenton isn't normal either #....we have potential Baby halfas everyone #maybe THATS how they find Danny #the Bat and the baby bird just one day started to feel a bond to somebody they never met but miss #(ghoost cores started to develope perhaps?) #JASON :0 #GETS ADOPTED BY GHOST VIBES AND IS NOW A FULLY BRUCE'S CHILD #so #yeah #:D

[ghostbsuter]

Batclan and Catband (part 1)

> next part

.・゜-: ✧ :-

"I can't believe this." Are the first words out of his mouth once he arrives at their usual breakfast spot.

Elle is still sleeping, head laying on his shoulder and dozing.

Selina, obviously amused, cradles her coffee cup instead of answering.

"Marrying behind my back!" Danny continues, stopping for a moment to give her a look. "Am I invited?"

"Kitten, of course you are." She laughs, making grabby hands to the toddler.

Grumbling, he hands the little star over, leaning back into his seat now with the weight gone.

His mother figure, now with toddler in arms, positively purrs at having her grandchild.

"You do realise you will have to meet your new siblings?"

"Shit. Does Bruce even know I exist??"

At the vague answer and shrug, Danny curses once more.

They have their breakfast in peace after, with lots of questioning and coos once Elle woke up. In the end, Danny leaves with a few phone numbers and a new goal.

He gets to give THE Bruce Wayne the shovel talk.

—

Unknown Number joined the Chat

Danny: hey

So

Who wants to twll the big ol' bat hes a grandpa now

Multiple people are typing. . .

Tim: Whomst the hell

Steph: what

WHAT

Danny: >;)

Tim: what does that mean

—

Anticipation rang high as dinner time rolled around

Bruce had no idea what was going on.

The confusion only grew when Alfred looked at him with a certain twinkle, the one where he knows of something.

In fact, he is only slightly baffled when his fiance strolls in with a teen in arms.

Of course he picked up the signs, the hints and vague wording. Selina wasn't very much hiding the toddler toys or the fact she had a room always closed, and when asked, gave the strangest words and explained nothing after.

At least he now meets one of two mysteries.

"Bruce Wayne," the teen says, grin forming. "I'm gonna give you the biggest and best shovel talk in the world."

It broke the ice and some of his kids arr cackling, definitely gleeful.

Damn, selina's kid is gonna fit right in.

#dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #suprise son #SUPRISE GRANDDAUGTER #part 1 #part 2 will have more moments and elle appearance!

[luveline]

What about if in Eddie and Roan, Eddie and Reader' are both occupied with wedding stuff or smth else and they left Roan with either Wayne or Steve and Robin, and it's just fluffy fluff about them being the best uncles/grandpa ever?

Roan wraps her arms around his neck. “Why can’t I come?” 

Her dad has pretty much always felt like an extension of her. He’s dad. So when she doesn’t get to go places with him that aren't work or school, it doesn’t make sense. She’d care less if Uncle Wayne wasn’t too tired for a slumber party, because her Uncle Wayne is the best uncle ever. 

“Baby,” Eddie says, in that soft sweet voice that means she’s being let down easy, “you can’t come because it’s a lot to do in one day, okay?” He encourages her face back. He’s on his knees to be her height, but he’s still taller. “I know you want to come, but it won’t be any fun at all. We have to go argue with people all day. Y/N’s gonna put on her scary mommy pants and I’m gonna have to back her up because she’s my girl.” 

Roan just looks at him. Eddie grins. 

“Okay, but will you bring me something?” she asks in a whisper. 

You laugh where you’re standing in the doorway behind him. 

“What do you want?” he asks. 

She leans in to whisper in his ear. When she pulls away, he’s squaring his expression into something quite fierce. She’s confident she’ll have what she asks for as soon as he’s home. 

You and Eddie kiss her goodbye, hands quick to intertwine as you walk down the driveway, though you take your hand back to wave at her with both hands when you realise she’s waiting on the porch for you to go. 

Steve holds her shoulder. “Should we go back inside?” 

Roan tips her head back. “Steve…” 

“What, babe?” 

“Can we get ice cream?” 

He holds her gaze. “Maybe. Depends.” 

“On what?” 

“We have dinner first, and you have to eat two vegetables. Because last time your dad said I’m terrible at looking after you.” 

“You’re not terrible,” Roan says, shaking her head vehemently. 

Roan offers him her arms and he picks her up. When she was a baby Steve and Robin used to call her Princess Ro on account of her never being put down, but that was usually because she’d been traded from arm to arm rather than her being demanding. She was demanding, of course, she was a baby. 

“Thank you, Roan. I know I’m not terrible, your dad just loves giving me a hard time.” 

“He does that to me too.” 

“He does not,” Steve chastises, “your dad is a great dad. Just don’t tell him I said that.” 

“Me and dad don’t have secrets,” she says. 

“I know, that’s why he’s a good dad.” Steve sighs forlornly. “Ew. Let’s be less sincere from now on. What movie do you wanna watch?” 

“You have The Little Mermaid?” 

Obviously Steve has The Little Mermaid. He plops Roan down on the couch and she balls herself up tightly. Steve thinks she might be a bit grouchy today, but it’s hard to say yet. He tries to nip it in the bud before it can start, wrapping her in the blanket she likes with the soft ends and cutting her a boat load of apples for peanut butter. “Thanks, Uncle Steve,” she says, stretching her legs out over his thigh. Steve squeezes one of her feet until she grumbles and pulls it away. “I forgot you do that.” 

Steve laughs loudly. “Do what, babe?” 

“You’re like dad. You aga-vate.” 

“I do, huh?” he asks, patting her leg. “Sorry. Just teasing.” 

“Mom says teasing is okay if it doesn’t hurt your feelings.” 

“Did I hurt your feelings?” 

“You hurt my foot.” 

“I’m sorry,” he says, laughing, because he knows it didn’t hurt too much. 

“It’s okay. I don’t want feet, I want a fish tail.” 

“You do not,” Steve says, squeezing under her knee. She grumbles more and kicks at him, a few of her apple slices sliding off of her plate and onto the blanket. She doesn’t notice. 

Robin lets herself in not long after. She’s in sweatpants with her hair up, arms laden with soda and bags of chips. “Hey, Ro,” she says. Even when Roan was a baby, Robin has talked to her like she’s an adult. “You look comfortable. Did you miss me?” 

Roan seems to have missed Robin lots —Robin sits down and within twenty minutes has Roan snuggled under her arm, another twenty and she’s giggling sleepily at the murderous chef trying to cook the Little Mermaid’s crab friend. 

Steve and Robin are best friends, and great watchers, though it’s much easier to look after a kid when you’re allowed to spoil them. They feed Roan chips and soda (though they aren’t animals, the soda is limited to one small cup, and the chips are before a dinner that includes three different vegetables), and they let her jump on the couch and climb up on the kitchen counter to play with the soap dispenser. 

Pick up time comes and passes. Roan sits kicking her feet on the kitchen table, her coat unzippered and her wellies hitting the chair. “Are they late?” she asks. 

Steve offers her a slice of orange. “Yeah, babe, it looks like it.” 

“Are they gonna never come back?” 

“Of course they’re coming back,” Robin says, “your dad has no personality outside of you. He needs you to be happy.” 

Roan smiles to herself. “Yes,” she agrees, taking a bite of her orange. 

Steve kneels in front of her and pulls the two sides of her jacket together. “Your teeth are orange.” 

Roan accidentally drops the orange rind out of her teeth. It rolls down her legs and hits him in the shirt, leaving a greeny tinged stain on his blue polo. “Oh, I’m sorry.” 

“That’s okay,” he says, zipping her coat to the collar and brushing her hair back away from her sticky cheeks gently, “I’ll just charge your dad extra.” 

“You’re the best, Uncle Steve,” Roan decides. 

He strokes her hair behind her ears. “You are the best, Roan. My favourite Munson ever.” 

Her eyes light with joy. “Really?” 

“Really truly.” 

“That’s a bit controversial,” Robin says, clipping Roan’s backpack shut to house what was left of her chips. 

“I don’t like Eddie and Wayne doesn’t tell me good job when I wash my hands.” Steve shrugs. “No competition.” 

The phone rings. When Robin picks up, she says that it’s Eddie, and Eddie needs to talk to Steve, who, after a short conversation, passes the phone to Roan. 

“Dad?”

“Hey, baby! Sorry we’re not there, we went to the wrong place for mom’s hair stuff and it was a disaster, we won’t be home for another hour, I’m sorry. Are you really mad?” 

“I'm not really mad.” 

“I’m bringing you a present, remember? So can you keep being a good girl for Uncle Steve? No shouting?” 

Roan decides this is alright. Eddie tells her he loves her about six times and Roan hands the phone back up because she can’t reach the receiver, letting Steve hang up. She frowns at the floor, her head hanging, dark hair curling in front of her eyes.

“How about we make use of your shoes and coat and go get that ice cream I promised?” he suggests. “Anything you want. You did eat all your vegetables.” 

Robin rolls her eyes. Roan slouches sadly into his legs, the beginnings of a smile on her lips when she looks up at him and asks, “Hot fudge?” 

“As much hot fudge as you want,” he promises. 

#eddie and roan

[weebsinstash]

something that I think would be, truly one of the worst things about the yandere Batfamily really truly is their power to make any and every problem you've ever had completely go away in no time at all

it can be such an awful feeling to see that you struggled in vain with something that was nothing at all to someone else. You could have significant issues that have followed you all your life and have had traumatic impacting effects on you and these people could come in and sweep that all away. Student loans you've been paying off for years, if not a fraction of your lifespan, still burying you in debt? We are talking fucking decimal points on the scale of Bruce Wayne's wealth. That bad leg from an old work injury? Let's grab you one of the best doctors in Gotham, if not the entire world, fuck, we may even get you a doctor or medicine that isn't even human-made! Y'all want a magic leg? We know this chick who can speak backwards, you want a magically healed leg?

Crippling loneliness? Eternal sunshine and objectively best Robin Dick Grayson is here to brighten your entire world since he knows what it can feel like to be hurting and alone and he's literally like the heart and soul of the entire manor besides Alfred

Chronic pain, an undiagnosed disability, or maybe you're not confident in your fitness? Jason has extensive knowledge of injury recovery, physical therapy, and overall knowledge about human biology and musculature and how everything correlates

Family issues? Daddy issues? Let Resident Troubled Kid Expert Alfred Pennyworth be your new grandpa. He's dealt with more than one temperamental snappy individual, and he'll use his patience, experience, and wit to wear down all your stress and hostility. It's hard to keep being cruel to someone who's nothing but kind to you, and he has plenty of patience and delicious baked treats to hold out until you give in

Honestly just the fact most of them are so fucking young would get under my skin. You could be approaching your 30s and be sitting here at the Wayne family dinner table as their weird sister/mom/girlfriend/whatever and being all "I've just always had these struggles my entire life, I dont know what's wrong with me, I feel like I can't control how I act or feel and I hate it" and someone like Tim who depending on the source material and where you are on the timeline is a literal teenager with extensive knowledge of criminals and psychology is just over here, "oh, that? You have chronic childhood trauma, recurring resurfacing conflict related ptsd, severe abandonment issues, emotional regulation problems that are probably biological, and also you probably have autism, and there's nothing wrong with any of that :)" and then he turns to Bruce and starts talking about how his school is taking a trip abroad to Greece while you sit there processing that everyone around the table has extensively psychologically evaluated you and you probably have your own file on the Batcomputer (you do. It's excessive.)

It's just. The psychology of having all these problems you've struggled with be wiped away by someone else like it's nothing and how, that can result in making someone feel all the more worthless and helpless. Oh, Bruce was able to just make all your problems disappear? Clearly YOU weren't trying hard enough. Tim is able to suss out what's wrong with you? Well YOU'RE the dysfunctional idiot who was born wrong, and YOU were the one choosing the wrong doctors. You're watching all these young teenagers or young adults be vigilantes and travel the world and learn multiple languages and you're like. Normal guy Steve from the grocery store. You know? They take control of your life and make you feel like a side character in it, because everything you do is now attached to them, and all of them and all of their adventures are so... spectacular

And really, someone with a meaner heart, and maybe someone more blunt like, say, Damian, could perhaps come in and make some comment, "see? This is why you needed our assistance in caring for you" and what are you gonna do, NOT act like they basically fixed your entire life in less than a year's time, with the one objection of kidnapping and imprisonment? You're just over here, "um yeah, actually, I'm an adult and I can take care of myself, you don't need to TAKE CARE OF ME???" meanwhile Bruce and Alfred are exchanging knowing looks while you speak as if the old butler hadn't needed to help you call your doctor and other important urgent matters because being on the phone with strangers gave you such intense anxiety. Ok yes sure honey you are a lovely functional adult and your brain is big and beautiful and perfect 🥰 now shut up about going to live back home on your own, go play Xbox with your new brothers or go bake something with Grandpa while the world's greatest detective sits down in the Batcave using the Batcomputer to track down and "have a friendly chat" with that one childhood teacher that gave you that one really specific trauma-

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[queenimmadolla]

I imagine eddie would have a little family time kid friendly valentines with the reader on one day and an adults only, ship the kids off somewhere valentines another day

What gifts or things do you think would happen on that day

Id imagine reader would wake up eddie by dressing the kids up as cherubs and attacking him with rubber sucker arrows to shoot at him

🦊

Family friendly Valentine’s Day is in the morning, After Hours (bow chicka bow wow) Valentine’s Day is from the evening and all through the night 😏 while the kids are sleeping over with grandpa Wayne and Maude.

I like the way you think and that’s very cute, reader buying the kids pairs of wings to wear and those annoying ass toy Cupid bow and arrows and then releases them into the bedroom to assault Eddie. It makes for a really good home movie and pictures for the family album.

Eddie OF COURSE was prepared and had to hide all of the gifts he got in the van because not a single person in the house, including reader, can be trusted not to go snooping. Eddie gets the girls and Wayne (his little Ferdinand 🥺) flowers, called into a floral shop weeks in advance to place the order and while reader absolutely loves her roses, seeing penny and wayne’s reaction to getting them is like the best thing in the world. They get all shy and happy about having received something so special, and their bouqets are significantly smaller than reader’s but it doesn’t matter; Wayne’s got his nose in his daisies, sniffing away for the rest of the day, and Penny lets reader help make hers into a flower crown, so she can wear it the entire day. They also gorge themselves on chocolate and candy, which reader isn’t happy about but Eddie couldn’t not buy some for them! Besides, the inevitable sugar high will be big Wayne’s problem.

Penny and Wayne will have made homemade Valentine’s cards that say something along the lines of “congraz” (Wayne, still says ‘happy birthday’ for most holiday greetings and gets confused with them all so it’s a congratulations from him this time). And Penny’s are just amusing (‘Happy Valentine’s Day, daddy! I gots no monies so this is what you get, i love you ps get me flowers and member i dont like white choclet’ and ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, mommy! You are my valentine now, not daddys but you can kiss daddy on the lips, but i saw hims eat some onions one time and they are stinky good luck”)

BUT, Eddie has plans for him and Reader, so the kids are pawned off to Wayne and Maude, reader is whisked away to a romantic dinner and then brought home for some very much needed alone time. They share a couple of joints on the porch, he gives her a foot massage because her feet ache a little from the heels she wore to dinner, they talk about their life; where they are in it, what they thought they’d be doing by then and how happy they are regardless, then they move things into the bedroom. Put those cuffs, Eddie now has to hide, to good use. Spend the rest of the night fucking like rabbits well into early morning, nearly depleting the box of condoms in the night stand. In between rounds, Eddie and reader finish off the leftovers from their dinner in bed when the munchies kick in, sharing a bottle of water, lounging around naked, talking about everything under the sun—weed induced peculiar thoughts, of course—and enjoying each other’s company. It’s reminiscent of the early days of their relationship, before the jobs, before the kids, before any of the responsibilities, when they were just teenagers.

Come morning light, you’ll have to go get your kids and slip back into the roles of mom and dad, which the two of you are more than happy to do, but it’s also nice to play a little pretend for the night.

Happy belated Valentine’s Day! 🩷

(P.s. part of the Pennyverse for any new readers ♡)

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[harrywavycurly]

I know Wayne is the best grandpa so can we maybe see some conversations he has with Dotty?🥹🥹

Hiii lovey!! Oh yes he is the best and I’ll gladly give you some little convos he has with his mini bestie! I hope you enjoy💖

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“Now don’t tell your dad I’m feedin you this okay? You know how he is about healthy shit.” “Shit.” “No don’t go sayin that doll that’s a bad word.” “Bad word.” “Yes now how many donuts do you want? Hmmm?” “Donut!” “Here….take one and go sit in the living room okay? I’ll be right there with your milk.” “Milk! Dotty want milk.” “And Dorothy will get her milk now go sit on the couch okay?” “Kay…donut?” “Yes you can take another donut.” “Kay…lobe you!” “Love you too.”

“Your mom has a birthday coming up so let’s make her some cookies okay?” “Cookies for mommy?” “Yes cookies for mommy…wanna help me make them?” “No.” “At least you’re honest…wanna sit on the counter and watch?” “Yes…oh pinkles!” “Sprinkles doll…these are called sprinkles.” “Sprinkles.” “Good job now…watch your granddad work his magic.” “Grandaddy magic.” “You got that right I’m magic and don’t let that father of yours tell you any different.” “Ohhh yummy cookies!” “Yeah these will be very yummy…let me get them in the oven…don’t you move while I open the oven it’s hot and very dangerous.” “Danger…daddy says no danger.” “Yeah yeah your daddy thinks everything is dangerous for you but just don’t move okay?” “Okay.” “Now…here we go in the oven…they’ll cook in there for a few minutes then we will have cookies for mommy.” “Cookies for mommy!….park now?” “Let’s get these done then we can go to the park.”

“Oh you too grown to hold your granddaddy’s hand huh?” “Hold hands?” “How am I supposed to know where we are going if you don’t hold my hand and lead?” “Sorry…hand…better?” “Much better…now where are we headed?” “Walking grandaddy home.” “You’re walking me home? Trying to get rid of me?” “No…walking dotty home.” “Oh we are going to your house huh? That’s an awful long walk doll…” “park?” “Yeah let’s just walk to the park.” “Slide! Swings!” “Yes we can do the slides and the swings.”

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[trashmouth-richie]

Hi! What about a blurb on Eddie taking care of Tooty post Partum

i love this, hope you enjoy it anon

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a small kiss sweeps against your neck, soft and sweet, followed by a sleepy little moan.

“good morning, baby.”

you roll over and face him, still adjusting to the pull of the stitches in your abdomen wincing as it feels like your muscles are literally being ripped in half.

you grumble and yawn, “no way the sun is out right now, i just laid her back down.”

he loves your sleepy voice, loves the way your hair is tangled into a mess on top of your head, the way your sleep shirt is twisted under you.

motherhood was his favorite look on you. it fit you perfectly and you wore it well. whenever Eddie seemed to be losing his mind not knowing what was going on when both the babies were crying, you were gentle in explaining to him what they needed.

he chuckles into your neck and you find his lips with eyes still closed, kissing him deep, sighing into his open mouth when his fingers cup your cheek.

Six weeks of late nights and spit up stained shirts— you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Eddie had morphed into the biggest softie, nearly crying himself when you trimmed the babies finger nails, never wanting to lay them down when they were sleeping. Wayne was right, he was the best dad.

“you’re so beautiful,” eddie whispers running his thumb over your cheek bone, “my sweet tooty.”

the butterflies for eddie never stopped fluttering and you never wanted them to, he was perfect. you open your eyes and smile up at him.

he’s completely dressed, keys stuffed into his pocket.

“going to the shop this morning?”

“ ‘m taking the babies to go see grandpa and grandma—” you sit up but large hands put pressure on your arms and lay you back down, “nah uh sweetheart, this is daddy’s day out, you just stay put, rest.”

tears well in your eyes and you aren’t sure if it’s from being so tired and drained from lack of sleep or from pure happiness and the thought of sleeping uninterrupted.

“wh—what if they n-need me?” you sob, tears rolling down your cheeks in an uncontrollable flood.

Eddie’s calm voice shushes you, “baby, I packed everything we might need—bottles, formula, diapers, wipes, socks, extra onesies, burp rags.. we will be more than fine.”

you didn’t think they wouldn’t be, but you sobbed even harder. “—i’m go, ugh Eddie! i’m gonna m-miss them.”

the bed dips where eddie sits next to you, rubbing your back, kissing your temple, “you need sleep, honey. it’s the only way you’ll heal.”

it took some more convincing from eddie, but when the front door shut and tires crunched on the gravel, your tears dried, and you hiccuped yourself to sleep— waking in the late afternoon to the smell of fried food and the smoky scent of eddie’s cologne.

“brought some food home,” he said kissing your lips and holding two large drinks and a bag of food in his arms, “wayne and karen wanted to watch the kids for the night…said I looked like hell and should go home and sleep— can you believe that?”

you smirk and his dimples display in his shit eating grin, “diet coke for the lady, and a regular coke for daddy.”

eddie unravels the slick wrappers from each hamburger, handing you a carton of fries as you sit up in bed, joining you with a burger in his mouth like a dog holding its favorite toy.

“regular coke, huh?” you say taking a small bite from your burger, “damn livin’ life on the edge.”

eddie snorts and swallows his food, “right, might even get real crazy and finish the whole thing.”

“eddie the freak munson still has it, ladies and gentleman.”

Eddie’s eyes cloud dark, a smirk on his lips as he walks his fingers under the sheets, towards your inner thigh— knowing full well that you slept in just panties and that oversized shirt these days.

your breath shifts and you swallow hard when his finger tips graze over your clit, a small little hitch catches in your throat and he grins devilishly, leaning down into you, eyes ripping holes into you, swallowing your bated breath as he moves his fingers underneath your panties, and you welcome him with knees pulled apart.

“oh baby… i never lost it.”

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