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tsuvvy · 4 months

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Reader is injured during a fight with Bane and they refuse to seek medical attention. They hide their wounds from their batfamily and try to heal on their own. However, their condition worsens and they collapse in front of the batfamily. (Reader is the youngest tooo??)

Needing Help Isn’t a Weakness

Pairing: Platonic Batfamily x youngest adopted reader (A little more focus on Damian cause I want to be his little sibling so badly)

Warnings: Mentions of harm, violence, blood, passing out/fainting/collapsing, like one cuss word close to the end

Bane was a nightmare. An idiotic, annoying, nightmare. The guy basically threw you around like a ragdoll. You’d think he had it out for you the way he seemingly targeted specifically you. You’d sustained quite a few injuries by time the fight with the villain was over.

You were leaning over, your hands on your knees to support you. You almost felt what you thought might be your heart seemingly dropping to your stomach at the sight of the gash on your side. You hadn’t even noticed it. You must have been in shock, because the realization of even having it made it start to hurt. You could feel the blood seeping from the wound.

“Hey, are you okay?” Tim asks worriedly, coming to your side after having seen the heavy hits you had been taking in the battle against Bane.

You moved your cape, hiding your side in a way you usually liked to do, even when not injured. “I’m good,” You told him non-chalantly. You were lucky for the habit with the cape, cause Tim might have had a moment of wanting to continue prying on if you were okay, but he left it be.

You’d lied to everyone that asked if you were okay, giving them thumbs ups and ‘I’m okay’s. You rushed to your room, saying you were so tuckered out from the fighting and could do with a good nights rest. You were a little surprised that the family full of masked vigilante detectives didn’t seem to notice anything wrong. But that was until you got to just shy of maybe 7 or 10 steps away from your room.

“What’s your problem?” Damian spoke from behind you, his arms crossed over his chest, his tone accusatory and suspicious. You could almost feel how his gaze narrow on you from behind.

He had seen how you had clutched your side for a moment before letting your arm fall when you heard him.

“Nothing,” You had calmed yourself down, turning your body halfway to look at your older brother. “I don’t have a problem.”

Damian stared at you for a little while. And you stared back. The two of you caught in some kind of staring contest.

“You know you can tell me if you do, right?” Damian asked, his expression softening slightly, “I might be distant, but I’m still your older brother-”

“Adopted. Older brother.” You quickly added on. You had been adopted only recently, not having really taken to the family quite yet. “I don’t need your help or your pity, Damian.” You sighed, turning away.

Damian had stayed in the hallway for a little while, watching you walk into your room. And he heard the lock sound after you closed it.

But he didn’t see how you bit your lip and closed your eyes tight as the pain from the gash on your side radiated throughout your whole body. It was a struggle to get the vigilante uniform off, and even more of a struggled to try and bandage it yourself. You knew the gash needed professional attention, but why do you need anyone else’s help? You didn’t need Tim, Damian, Cassandra, Barbara, Dick, Jason, Bruce, or Alfred’s help.

It made sense why Bruce adopted you. He had a thing for adopting traumatized kids, and you didn’t seem to be any exception to that. You’ve been alone for so long. You’ve fought by yourself, stole by yourself, survived by yourself, and you’ve patched yourself up before by yourself. So why couldn’t you patch this wound?

But you couldn’t deny the flitting moment of thinking to going to any of the bat family for help when you let out mutters of pained whines and cusses as while you sporadically poured the 99% alcohol over it to ‘clean’ it. But that thought was quickly pushed to the side after the alcohol and cleaning part. You messily applied the bandage around the gash. If someone asked if you knew what you were truly doing, you’d be lying if you said yes.

Everything hurt. All of the wounds inflicted by Bane started taking precedence. But the gash most of all over all of them. Your legs and arms were sore, you had a headache, the cuts on your hands and face were stinging. It’s a miracle that you even made it to bed. You somehow got the strength to take a pain pill, and of course, to no surprise, you passed right out.

Luckily your bleeding had stopped not long before you took the pain pill, so you were able to survive the night the best you could with the most amount of sleep you could manage you get. Which was’t a lot..

When you awoke, everything was blurry, and bright, and your headache was back. And your side was just radiating with pain. You let out a whine of pain as you managed to sit up. You really hadn’t thought about how much pain you might be in in the morning.

You pushed yourself out of bed, and basically fell into the door of your room. You moved your hand to the doorknob, unlocking the door and turning the handle. You almost fell when the door you were leaning all of your weight against opened more abruptly than you thought. You managed to catch yourself by grabbing onto the door frame. A silent scream of pain leaving your lips.

Somehow, you also managed to use the wall to walk throughout the house, keeping a hand on the wall while you not even walked. I’d say.. Shuffled or scooted might be a better way to describe how you moved.

You were basically hugging the bannister while you slowly shuffled down the stairs. You could feel the blood soaking the already somewhat soaked bandages. Though you were wearing a thick long sleeved gray sweater with pajama pants.

“Y/n?” Dick questioned, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw you, “You okay?”

You were disoriented. You looked around, but it felt like you weren’t. Everything was a blur, all you heard was static in your ears. Everyone was staring at you with worry. But you couldn’t make that out. All you could make out was how everything began turning on it’s side before everything went black.

“Y/n!” A good majority of people screamed in worry while they watched you fall. Luckily, Jason was close enough to catch you.

You groaned, more of a whine of pain, actually.. It took almost everything out of you to peel your eyelids open. The cieling was weird. The medical equipment next to you was weird. You felt weird. You were in so much pain..

“It’s a miracle she lasted as long as she did with the poor bandaging job they did,” You heard a sigh from nearby. You looked over tiredly to see Barabara was the one that sighed while she had been talking to Dick and Tim.

“Y/n?” Everyone looked towards the opening in the curtain. It was Damian, and he was staring at you. His eyes wide yet worried set on you. “Y/n!” He said, but a bit louder and more enthusiastic in a way. Damian rushed to your side of the medical bed, grabbing your hand with a gentleness that was strange. Barabara, Dick, and Tim had made their way to your other side.

“She’s awake?” Jason questioned as him, Cassandra and Bruce came in as well.

“You are an idiot, l/n,” Damian told you, sending you a glare. But it was different. It looked more emotional. And you guessed it might have been a worried glare considering how his grip on your hand tightened.

“Seriously,” Jason started, he was standing behind Damian, “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you seriously so stubborn you won’t ask anyone for help with something you clearly need help with?”

Honestly, you felt stunned and confused. You looked around at everyone. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You didn’t realize how your grip on Damian’s hand tightened.

“I don’t need help…” Was all you could mutter out, barely above a whisper.

“You’re kidding, right?” Tim deadpanned.

“With all do respect, Ms/Mr/Mx. Y/n,” Alfred appeared in the doorway, bringing little sliders for you to eat. He placed them on a little table next to the medical bed you were laid in. “But you collapsed from severe bloodloss, exhaustion, and because of the pain you were in,” You listened to him intently. Alfred was one of the only family members to be rewarded with such treatment for you, “I’m afraid the gash you had acquired on your side would have killed you if it was left not professionally treated.. And I must also say, dumping 99% alcohol onto a wound is very reckless.” The old man sighed.

You puffed out your cheeks and looked away from him. Your cheeks had colored in embarrassment.

“Y/n,” Barbara took your other hand, “I know it was hard growing up alone, you’ve been conditioned to not accepting other’s help.” She sighed, reaching up to move some of your hair out of your face with a gentle touch. “But needing help isn’t a weakness..”

“She’s right!” Dick spoke up, “It’s actually pretty honorable to know your limits and ask for help.”

“Come on, give them some space!” Bruce spoke up, noticing how everyone seemed to be crowding you. Barbara backed away from your side, your hand falling out of her’s. Damian however stayed at your side, keeping his grip on her hand tight and protective. Damian hadn’t always been the nicest, but he cared for you. Part of him felt the need to protect you. You’re his younger sibling, whether you were adopted or not, it didn’t matter.

“I am proud of you, Y/n,” Bruce patted your head. Your eyes widened, you weren’t sure what to say to such a gesture from the guy. “You need to learn that we all care for you and your wellbeing, we want you safe and happy. So next time you are injured as badly as you were, I do not want to be seeing you collapsing because of your stubborn pride.” He scolded you gently, “That understood?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, “Yes sir..”

“Alright, good.” He smiled gently and subtly.

“This was great and all,” Jason spoke up, “But I gotta get going,” He rested his hand on your head, ruffling your hair gently yet annoyingly, “Be safe, don’t do stupid shit anymore, kay?” He didn’t wait for you to answer before he left. And after him, everyone else started trickling out with their own goodbyes and see you laters. But Damian remained at your side.

The two of you sat in silence. You looked to the open curtain when Titus came into the room and hopped up onto your medical bed. He had rested his hand on your lap, and you began to pet him with the hand Damian hadn’t been holding

“Never again,” You heard Damian say.

“Huh?” You looked at him.

“Never do something stupid like that again..” He sounded angry, but also worried.. You stared at him for a second, your hand on Titus’ head coming to a halt.

“I’m sorry..” You muttered. Damian didn’t respond for a second.

“Don’t apologize, I understand your reasoning behind why you did it. Just don’t do it again.”

“Alright..” You said softly.

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polarspaz · 1 year

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Some KnowingToomuch AU doodles!

Starting upper right: Tim somehow gets into a really nasty entanglement with another eldritch being, and the entity below Arkham forces Jason to change in order to save Tim. It works, but Jason doesn’t take the transformation well.

Tim’s purpose it to foster hope, to keep people resolute and loyal to Gotham, but Jason’s purpose is rebirth. He is the avatar of the endless cycle of death and rebirth that both heroes and villains go through. That means that even if Batman dies, Jason ensures he is brought back to life, but this also means he has to give the same treatment to villains and resurrect them as well.

The knowledge that he is the reason the Joker keeps coming back is enough for Jason to be pushed mentally to the brink and Tim panics. His whole mission was to keep his family from becoming monsters like him, and seeing Jason in agony is enough to spur Tim into a very erratic decision.

He erases Jason’s memory of the experience.

It is not easy, and Tim is stuck in bed for a week with a migraine that exists on multiple realities, but Jason is back to being human, completely unware once more. So Tim should be happy right? Well No, considering the fact he feels incredibly guilty for tampering with Jason’s memory and Jason? Well he’s not an idiot and knows Tim is hiding something from him.

The pic next to that is when Tim loses control of his form in front of the Batfamily for the first time.

It’s been 2 months since Tim changed and he’s been doing a great job at looking and acting completely normal, expect for one tinny, tiny, mistake he makes one night.

He is abruptly awoken from his nap and called down to the Batcave for an emergency. Still half asleep, he gets up and shuffles down there to see Bruce and Duck arguing by the computer. He yawns and stands next to Damian, only to have the younger give him a confused double take before asking. “Who the hell are you?!”

Tim rolls his eyes and goes to say something sarcastic but stops when he notices something, he is standing eye to eye with Damian. He takes a quick glance down at himself and realizes he is 13 years old again.

Dick and Bruce are now looking at him in alarm and Tim unconsciously shifts his form back into his current older self right in front of them. This of course causes things to get even worse and Tim just straight up loses control and shifts into his full eldritch form.

Knowing he can’t tell them the truth, Tim lies and says that his current state is because of a recent scuffle he had with a magic caster. The family buys it at first but as the months creep by and with no cure for Tim’s ‘condition’ in sight they start to get suspicious.

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The bottom left pic, thelittle green monster, is Damian if he ever got an eldritch form. ((Damain is not old enough/entrenched enough to have a purpose bestowed upon him like the rest of the Batfam.))

And next to that is Dick still teasing Tim, even if they are eldritch horror monsters now. ((Dick purpose is to ignite joy and humanity for Gotham. His influence actually helps the rest of the Batfamily retain their human feelings and emotions. And just like Jason, this also benefits the villains too.))

And then next to that is Tim hanging out with Cass. Even with his new body, Cass can still easily read his body language and Tim finds comfort in that.

#knowingtoomuch au #my art #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #dick grayson #cassandra cain #DC comics #monsters #eldrich horror #body horror

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battymommastuff · 11 months

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The Loop [Lighting Strikes Twice]

Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: Okay, what the hell is happening? She was perfectly fine...she was safe

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2

TW: DARK THEMES AND DEATH

Here you were making your delicious birthday breakfast. Here you were making your delicious breakfast...with your entire family watching you. You were glad that the kitchen was big enough to fit so many bodies inside of it. "I really don't need all of you to watch me. I'm sure I'll be perfectly fine cooking the eggs." You said jokingly, obviously unaware of what's been happening to you. After beating the eggs, you turned to grab a knife so you could slice the bacon.

"NO!" Your entire family screamed out, making you nearly drop the sharp blade on your foot. Dick jumped over the counter that separated you from the rest of them, and took the knife from you, "How about you let us make the breakfast. Hell, most of us have watched you do it since we were kids." Dick said and nudged you out of the way.

"Dick I-" You were cut off by Bruce pulling you further away from your oldest son and towards him, "Why don't we take the plane somewhere? FIji? It'll be just the two of us" Bruce asked hoping that you would readily agree. You did. It's been awhile since you had the chance to be alone with your husband.

After he sent you upstairs to pack, he turned to everyone else. "We can't let this happen again." He said instantly switching from happy husband to The Dark Knight. "Both times she's...died, we were in Gotham. Leaving the city has to be the solution. I want everyone on watch. We WILL make it through today." Bruce said and several heads started nodding.

What they didn't know was that you didn't go upstairs. You were leaning against the wall right outside of the kitchen. You knew that your family could act weird at times. They run around kicking crazy villains in the face at night, but this was different. They all looked at you as if you were the one they were trying to stop. As you listened to what Bruce said, your face formed into a frown. Were they talking about you? You didn't die...you were standing right there.

Before you could listen more, Alfred opened another door to exit into the hallway, so you quickly made your way upstairs to pack.

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You gave each member of your family a warm hug before boarding the private jet. Each of them hugged you back as if they would never see you again. It made what you heard even more suspicious. They were keeping something from you, and you were going to find out what it was.

After boarding the plane, you sat down across from your husband who gave you a warm smile. He loved you to pieces...he truly truly did, but that man never smiled. The only time he ever smiled was in front of the press. Normally you would bombard him with questions, but he could still exit the plane if he needed to.

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Now that you were up in the air, you took your seatbelt off to relax. "Bruce, what's going on?" You asked as you crossed your leg over the other. You were dressed in attire for an island and he was too. He wasn't lying about going to Fiji, "Was the fight with the League over me?" You asked your second question before he could answer the first.

"Nothing's going on Y/N. We just wanted to spend a little time with you on your birthday. The trip to Fiji was a last minute thing." Bruce was a good liar. He had to be for what he does with his freetime, but that didn't matter now; You knew something was wrong.

"That's interesting, I'm always able to use a knife to cut food. Today you all lost your mind as soon as I picked it up." A small smirk made its way onto your face. That smirk always appeared when you caught someone in a lie. You could see the confidence start to weaken on Bruce's face after you said that. He knew that they acted out too quickly. They should have kept their composure.

"Also, I happen to overhear your little conversation with our kids after I left the kitchen." Game over. You knew something was up, and Bruce knew he couldn't talk his way out of this one. There was a reason he was trying to get you to leave Gotham, and you had him in the perfect place to figure out what it was.

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"So who's trying to kill me?" You asked after a long pause between the two of you. Bruce tensed up, and you frowned. A death threat or attempt on your life wasn't anything new. You were Bruce Wayne's wife, and Batman's wife. Those who hated the Waynes lashed out at you, and the ones who knew of Batman's identity also lashed out at you.

"We don't know...we've...um..." Bruce's voice started to crack as he struggled to find the words to say. He didn't know how to explain this to you without freaking you out. Everyone loved to say that you were the perfect woman to be Batman's wife. He was known as the World's Greatest Detective, and that skill bled into you as well.

"Bruce?" You said softly after your husband completely broke down. His hands covered his face and he rested his elbows on his knees. This wasn't anything new. He would have moments like this a lot...when he thought about his parent's death. You knew there was magic, and things that couldn't be explained in this world.

"How many times have I died?" You asked, resting your shaky hand on his forearm. While there were magical villains, there were also villains that could manipulate time, "Bruce, please talk to me."

Bruce moved his hands away from his face, and he let you interlace his fingers with yours. Your wedding bands rubbing together in an oddly comforting way to both of you, "Twice...the first was at a party we threw to surprise you...the second...you were stabbed by someone...we still don't know who it is. Then we all wake up, the kids and I. We wake up and it's today all over again."

Any normal person would have quickly dismissed this as a lie, but after seeing the things you've seen? You weren't questioning it at all. "I'm sure we'll figure this out. We're out of Gotham, surely whoever is trying to kill me can't follow us here." You reassured him then climbed into his lap, "Let me distract your mind. Just lean back, and I'll take care of you."

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Bruce rested his head on yours as you slept in the seat next to his. His arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders, and yours were hugging his waist. He looked at the time on his watch, and saw that time had passed, you would have been dead by now. Bruce let out a breath of relief when he saw that.

It seems like he was right, leaving Gotham was the answer. Now he needs to keep you hidden until they find whoever is doing this to you.

Or so he thought...

The weather outside of the plane went from sunny to very cloudy. Those clouds then turned dark as thunder rumbled from all around them. Bruce felt an odd sense of dread fill him as he saw the lighting in the clouds. He didn't see any storms in the forecast before they took flight. That dread soon turned to horror when the lighting hit one of the plane's engines. The explosion startled you awake, and you sat up quickly.

Bruce made his way into the cockpit to find both of his pilots had vanished. There was no way they could have jumped. You both were facing the doorway, you would have seen them leave. He wasted no time in taking control. He could fly the batplane, this was simple work. He would signal the batplane then fly out of the storm. They would make it with one engine, and his plane was very fast.

"Bruce!" You screamed out as you saw another bolt hit the second engine. He saw it as well. He knew what this was. Whatever wanted to kill you had found you. Bruce got up from the pilot's seat, and quickly made his way to you, "There are parachutes, we're going to have to jump. The batplane should be here any second." He then made his way to the bin that held the parachutes.

As if fate was against him, there was only one. The plane was still gliding through the air, but they couldn't wait. Bruce picked up the parachute to try and get you to wear it, but you pushed back towards him, "Bruce no. If this is what you told me, then I'll die..and you'll wake up. In some twisted way, this is the only way we'll both live." You said and forced your husband into the parachute.

"And if it isn't, and this is just fate truly fucking us over...then you still need to survive. The world needs Batman more than it needs Y/N Wayne." That last sentence broke both of your hearts to hear and say. When Bruce refused to move, you were the one who opened the door to the plane.

You braced yourself against the wall, so you didn't go flying out of it, "If you wake up again, save me." You said then pushed Bruce out of the plane before he could do or say anything. You watched as he fell quickly through the air and watched the parachute unfurl.

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Bruce looked up towards the crashing plane, and saw you standing by the doorway. He watched you vanish from the door. You walked back into the plane, and sat down in the nearest seat. You felt tears rushing down your face as you felt the plane start turning down.

The plane would never touch the water below them. The largest bolt of lighting he's ever seen came from the clouds and hit the plane. As if he were watching a movie, the plane exploded. Bruce let out a gut wrenching scream as he watched the explosion fill the sky. Never had he wanted to wake up so badly in his life.

He then saw something slowly falling from the explosion. It was too small to be your body. The batplane flew through the clouds, and Bruce was safe in the pilot's seat. The falling object still fell, and landed gently on the nose of the plane and he felt sick.

Slowly the handle started to spin, and the little clock arms started turning. Despite bullet proof glass separating them, he heard that nursery rhyme that he would grow to hate. Bruce felt his eyes grow heavy and he collapsed back against the seat when sleep took over his body.

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Bruce's eyes opened, and he sat up in his bed. He didn't need to know what the date was or what time it was. He knew the loop had repeated. He knew you were in the bathroom, and he knew that his door was about to open and his family would flood the room with questions. They weren't there this time, and they didn't have to witness what he had to.

On que, the door opened, and everyone made their way into the room. Nothing was said between anyone as they all looked at Bruce, and he looked at them.

You finished up your morning routine, and stepped out of the bathroom. You let out a soft shriek when you saw everyone in your room, "You all scared me. You aren't supposed to be awake yet. I have to make my special birthday breakfast first!"

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ghost-bxrd · 4 months

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Okay so I know this wasn’t the intention, but I read the most recent part of Owl Song and now I can’t stop thinking about Ivy, Jason, and Dick.

Like, in canon she fought both of them as Robin (I think??? I’m pretty sure she was around for Dick’s Robin) and she’s one of the better Rogues in terms of motive and morals. She probably cared for both of them somewhat, so how do you think she (and the other semi-decent rogues) took it when Jason died?

Ah I see how it is, we’re unpacking the good questions now!!!

So at first Ivy probably didn’t notice. Let’s be real, she’s got better things to do then play “keeping up with the batfamily”, and yeah, sure, some of her plants have been getting agitated the more days went by without sightings of either Robin or his loyal shadow (either Batman or Talon/Nightwing), but eh, maybe they’re on vacation or something.

But then Batman is back on the streets and it’s BadTM. Even simple thugs need to be hospitalized, more than one comes close to actually dying (one even flatlines for a moment) and Ivy gets suspicious. Not enough to raise any alarms just yet, still, odd. And still no sight of Robin anywhere.

And then the Joker keeps being found. All over Gotham. Her plants her agitated, they keep whispering about the child-from-the-clocktower and the-one-who-is-cold. And even Ivy can’t keep turning a blind eye.

At first she checks in with Harley, but her girlfriend she doesn’t have any insight either having just returned from a mission with the Birds of Prey (timeline? What timeline). So, dead end. And Crane is a no-go because the Bat hospitalized him with way too many broken bones just the other day.

Two-face it is, but Harvey (both sides of him) are equally as disturbed by the Bat’s sudden volatility as Ivy and he is now on board with trying to find out just what made the Bat snap.

(At this point she’s having a veeery bad feeling about this. Especially because even weeks later Robin is still suspiciously absent from the streets, and there are only whispers of Talon/Nightwing and even her plants can’t seem to pin down either of them.)

Next up is the Riddler, who is already neck-deep into investigation (because how dare Batman not appreciate all his carefully laid riddles and instead punch in faces of low time criminals! And also he may be a teeny-tiny bit worried about the sassy sidekick but SUE him, the kid grows on you like a particularly stubborn case of the pocks ok!?) and immediately agrees to a temporary ceasefire.

So now we have part of the rogue gallery joining forces to find out just wtf is going on, and their next bet is the elusive Catwoman.

And let’s say Selina doesn’t know who Batman is but she’s got soft spot for the big burry anyway so she’s CONCERNED ok? It doesn’t take much persuasion to join forces with the rest of the rag-tag group of high profile rogues to figure this out, and her next proposition is this: grill the Penguin for information.

Oswald Cobblepot is SO not prepared for the joint forces of Catwoman, Two-Face, Riddler, Harley, and Ivy and before long he’s telling them what little he knows about the Joker and his excursion to Ethiopia.

And they all just kinda— freeze. Because— what? No, Robin can’t be dead. Robin is magic. That spunky little kid who’d throw pebbles at Riddler, the one who’d always try to pick-pocket Catwoman, the one urging Harley to leave-the-Joker-he’s-an-ass, the one who always drives Harvey insane with his prime numbers, the one who’d stalked all the way into Robinson park just to ask Ivy how to save the little potted plant he’d been gifted—-

No, no he can’t be dead… right?

But he is. And the talon who’d always kept him safe? That one is gone, too. Nobody knows where he went, but Batman is unspooling, and unspooling fast. And the rogues… well, for once they keep quiet. they don’t give Batman any additional grief (god knows he’s got enough) and instead now make it a point to keep kids out of their business in silent solidarity.

From that day forward any and all people who try to associate themselves with the Joker get taken down by them with extreme prejudice. You think Batman is bad? Try spouting some Joker loving bullshit in front of Ivy. She doesn’t even have to ask her plants to gut you and hang you from the carousel at amusement mile like a Christmas ornament. And god forbid you say anything negative about Robin.

#listening to Batman audio adventures really made me appreciate Harvey #and also Catwoman #and also riddler he’s hilarious #but I have a SOFT SPOT for Ivy #always #the rogues loved Robin in their own way #at least some of them #they also hated his guts #but still #that was THEIR Robin #how dare joker take him away #and where is the talon?#owl song #ghost talks #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #bruce wayne #robin

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natalieh0490 · 11 months

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I have come up with a crossover prompt that is somewhat inspired by someone else’s prompt but I can’t removers who it belongs to specifically

So Danny Fenton, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and Damien Al ghoul are all born as al Ghouls. Marinette and Damien are twins with Danny being the prodigy older brother. Danny should be about 4 years older than the twins. When Marinette is still with the al Ghouls her name is Athanasia al Ghouls

Damien is born to be Danny’s spare just in case and Marinette was an unwelcome surprise for everyone in the League except for Danny. Danny ended up being the best assassin he could be in order to keep his mother and grandfathers attention off of his younger siblings as much as he could, but it didn’t always work. As they all got older Danny and Marinette remained close, but Damien ends up believing the teaching of the League while heartily like in canon. Meanwhile, thanks to their bond with each other Danny and Marinette remain suspicious of the league.

In an attempt to keep his siblings safe and give them a better life Danny tries to run away from the league of assassins with the twins coming along with him. At this point I would say Danny is about ten and the twins are about six. Since Damien is still brainwashed he stabs Danny in a way that all of the siblings believe to be fatal and then gives Marinette a change to return to the league. She refuses, and he returns alone. Since both Danny and Marinette believe Danny is dying, Danny tells Marinette to run and to live a life outside of the Leagues beliefs. She does so and ends up hitch hiking her way to Paris while after avoiding the assassins sent after and ends up being adopted by the Dupain-Cheng. But, before she does so she pushes Danny into a river so the Leafue can’t have his body. Danny ends up surviving all of this but he loses his memories. He is rescued by the Fentons who are in the Middle East on a ghost hunt and ent up adopting Danny.

The person who decides to write with this prompt if anyone ever does can pick how the siblings end up reuniting, but I am going to put an option down her so I can continue.

So the years end up passing and Danny, Marinette, and Damien end up living their canon lives. Then one day the Justice league finally has a break from all of the rouge battles and Alien invasions to go through their inventory of calls together. Then they discover that some of the calls that were ignored absolutely should not have been. One of which was Paris. But not Amity Park, because no one believes ghosts could be real. The person who did the ignoring is forced to answer for it and the Justice league is forced to come up with wats to enter themselves to population that do not want them around in any way, shape, or form. So the Justice league decides that if they can’t get anything done in costume then they will have their civilian identities go into the identified city and help that way.

The problem is that Damien was assigned to Paris, and Marinette still thinks that Danny is dead and at Damien’s hand no less. So there is plenty of angst to get from there. Marinette refuses to have anything to do with the monster that killed her brother even if he was once her brother as well. She refuses to believe that a little time spent with their father could change him that much. Meanwhile, the batfamily wants newly discovered sister to let them help her and her city. Also Adrien is not an an ass in this and is dating Marinette. I do not care about her relationship with the rest of the Akuma class so set it up as you see fit.

Meanwhile, Danny wants to find out about his past. The only reason why he was able to keep up with the remade of fighting ghosts and the GIW was with muscle memory he couldn’t remember getting. He was getting more and more stressed until one day he made a wish when he knew he shouldn’t just to know where he came from because he was so tired of everything. He ends up in Paris where he gets a front row seat to Marinette and Damien arguing about his muder. He also ends up getting a splitting migraine from his memories coming back.

Damien and the bats as well as Marinette are looking forward to reconnecting with Danny. However Danny only wants to reconnect with Marinette due to the aforementioned murder attempt and ignoring.

I do not want an easy reconnection between the estranged members of the Wayne family I have been ranting about here. It is fine if they connect eventually but I want I to take time and effort. Please.

Feel free to take whatever bits and pieces of this print you like to write about if you so wish. However, if you do write something with my monster of a print please provide me with a link in the comments do I can read it.

Thanks

#batfamily #batfam #batman #ras al ghul #talia al ghul #damien wayne #marienette dupain cheng #danny fenton #dc x dp #maribat #crossover

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thealtoduck · 2 years

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Being the son of Superwoman and being moved to another Earth…

Batfamily x Male Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: After defeating the crime syndicate, the justice league is left with a super powered problem…

(A/n: A bit short but i’m happy with it.)

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The Crime Syndicate had fallen, all the members had been defeated. Yet Bruce Wayne couldn’t relax he was stuck on something Superwoman had told him ”You better send someone to care for my son, after all you just took his father from him”. (Spoiler: If you haven’t seen the movie here is some context Batman make Owlman go BOOMBAYAH)

So Bruce returned to the place where Superwoman lived and found a young boy that was somewhat older than Damian. ”You look like my dad” he had told the man dressed like a bat. When he told the boy what had happened to his parents he was suprised and heartbroken to see he looked somewhat relieved. ”But what happens to me?” the young boy then asked a bit scared.

Bruce then took of the Batman cowl and suggested ”You could come with me?”. ”Really?” you asked. ”Really” he confirmed with a small smile. ”What’s your name kid?” Bruce asked. ”Y/n Wayne-Batson but i usually just go by Y/n Batson” you answered.

”Nice to meet you, Y/n, I’m Bruce”.

Later…

Adjusting from one Earth to a another wasn’t as hard as it might sound or well… the person who is your mom on your earth being your age on this earth was a strange thought but… what can you do?

When you were moved into Wayne Manor the reactions were ranged from welcoming, suspicious(Jason, Stephanie, Cassandra and Tim) and full on against it(Damian). Bruce, Alfred, Dick and Barbara were all really welcoming tho.

They warmed up to you soon though cause they realised even though you were raised by two psychos you were still an little angel.

Bruce started doing some simple tests on you to see what powers you had and what limits you had. You had the same powerset as your mother which included super-strength, super-durability, flight, etc…

So after getting a costume you took up the name ”Wonder Boy” to distance yourself slightly from your mother’s name + they already had like one or two Superboy’s so you didn’t wanna create more confusion.

Diana was quite flattered that you picked ”Wonder Boy” and started helping in training you since you had the same powers as her. She’d never tell anyone but she has quite the soft-spot for you.

Once Jason and Damian warmed up to you they became the unofficial Y/n protection squad.

Jason would always pick you up from school before Alfred could get there so he could make sure people were nice to you. But also so that no guy would dare ask you out while your scary looking brother dressed in a leather jacket and smoking a cigarette was there.

Damian would follow you around the hallways in school for the same reason.

#batfam x male reader #batfamily x male reader #batboys x male reader #dc comics x male reader #dc x male reader #batfam x male!reader #x male reader #male reader #x male!reader #x male reader fluff #x male reader headcanons #bruce wayne x son reader #jason todd x brother reader #damian wayne x brother reader #justice league x male reader #jason todd x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader

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inamindfarfaraway · 1 month

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So I saw your post here [https://www.tumblr.com/inamindfarfaraway/690058488775327745/batfamily-fanworks-that-purport-to-be-set-in-the] and oh my gosh YOU ARE SO RIGHT!

As much as I enjoy it, Hush is definitely to blame for this as it is held as THE end-all-be-all of all BatFam stories yet Cass (who an acclaimed ongoing series as Batgirl around the same time) was suspiciously missing from it along with Steph. Yet we only ever get flashbacks to Bab's time as Batgirl so that storyline also ended up cementing Bab's legacy as "the one and only Batgirl". Methinks a certain editor in charge at the time mandated for Cass and Steph to not appear in Hush because they-according to him-"were way too toxic" for said storyline. Because you see, as soon as he became a leading editor, his number one priority was getting rid of Steph and stripping Cass of her Batgirl role.

And so the age of darkness began...

First, there was War Games that solely existed to torture Steph in the most vile, most voyeuristic ways before killing her off. Then there was Robin: One Year Later, one of the worst, horrific character-assassination storylines since Spider-Man's One More Day, where Cass was suddenly turned into an over-the-top Saturday Morning cartoon villain obsessed with killing everyone, giving long-winded "together we can rule the world" speeches and being able to speak and write in fluent Navajo. ONE OF THE MOST DIFFICULT LANGUAGES IN THE WORLD. Then there was Redemption Road which, despite its good moments and happy ending, did even more damage to Cass's character. And finally, we have Battle For The Cowl which ended up pushing Cass and Steph so far into the background, they were basically erased from the BatFamily altogether.

Yet despite Steph's well-received run as Batgirl, DC's poor marketing and the lead up to the New 52 prevented the series from becoming a proper bestseller and it was cancelled without any fanfare whatsoever. Still, all those horrible decisions and storylines (like War Games and Robin: One Year Later) did such massive, long term damage to the characters that, even despite all the small good things (Steph's Batgirl series to the excellent Gates Of Gotham mini-series starring Cass), they were buried from public consciousness. As for Duke (another character, I'm a fan of), I think its just a case of him being a very recent character, a lack of marketing and higher-ups not knowing what to do with him.

As for the asshole editor who everything to burry the Batgirls, he was eventually fired for creating an "unsafe working environment". And yes, his name rhymes with "Ban Video".

As for the people who keep erasing Cass, Steph and Duke from fan works, I know it sounds depressing but hear me out: Fandom, be it comics, video games, films, cartoons, TV shows, ect, has an unconscious bias of white male favouritism. (Yes, I know Dick is Romani, Damien half-Arabic/Asian yet they're still quite white-passing)

YES! THANK YOU! ALL OF THIS!

It is so sad and frustrating that these bias persist even in communities that are meant to be about joy and love; but of course the Batfam fandom has issues with sexism and racism when the canon also has for so long. I'm sure most fans don't try to be prejudiced, but male and white-passing characters are so much more popular than others. The unfair treatment of Steph as Robin and both her and Barbara in making Babs Batgirl again for no reason is one of the things I wrote Robins: The Musical to vent about, and that's only the tip of the iceberg.

Thanks for the explanation! I was already familiar with most of the context you generously provided, but I still really appreciate it as a specific comics shame/recommendation guide and education for others. I wasn't aware of Gates of Gotham and will read it! Black Bat my beloved. Dan Didio when I catch you...

(My original post is here)

#batfam #batfamily #batfam fandom #dc comics #dc #dc fandom #cassandra cain #batgirl #black bat #stephanie brown #spoiler #duke thomas #the signal #comics history

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Once Duke officially joins the batfamily, becomes Signal and starts living at the manor, they decide that he'll be the one going out during the day.

Duke is cool with that. The other members tend to stick to the darkness and don't really venture out into the sun unless it's necessary (he would point out the multiple similarities that they have with vampires but he's still a little intimidated by the mini assassin with a sword). Also his powers are light based so it just makes sense.

However, he does ask that he gets every second Saturday off. No one really questions this. Duke has a life and all and being a vigilante is pretty hard so who cares if he gets the odd day off?

It's not until a while later when Tim actually asks Duke what he does on his Saturdays off and Duke ominously replies " business " that everyone else suddenly realises that they have no clue what he gets up to. It's not worrying or anything, Duke's a good kid but he's also quite open about what he's up to so that's a weird reply for him.

Within an hour everyone else has heard of the weird exchange and they all try their hand at asking him. Dick gets " war " as his response, Jason gets " the fight of my life ", Damian's is " the most stressful thing ever " and Cass just gets " pain "

Needless to say everyone is confused and curious as all heck, so they decide to particularly focus on Duke on his next day off. When it comes everyone is watching Duke like a hawk to see what happens.

He comes down in the morning and the first thing they notice is how quiet he is. He usually chats with Tim or Damian, maybe cracks a bad joke but he's totally quiet, just focused on his cereal. Even them trying to include him in the conversation gets one word answers. He eventually goes back up and they all slowly follow him so as not to alert him.

They watch as he steels himself before entering his room. When he comes back out, he's headed straight to the bathroom with stuff in his arms and looks even more downtrodden. They are definitely concerned now cause Duke is very rarely visibly sad (in private is when he lets himself feel. They get it, no one in their family is that open about their feelings)

Dick decides at that moment that fuck it, he's gonna check on his baby brother, even if he gets told to go fuck himself at least he tried. He marches over to Duke, gently turns his body towards him and " Duke, we all know something's wrong, you can tell us " " Dick it's noth- " " -and don't say it's nothing! If you really want me to go, then I'll go but I just want to make sure you're ok"

Duke just sighs and looks into the concerned eyes of his siblings and puts on a clearly fake smile " guys really everything's fine, I just need to... " They all watch as Duke chokes up a little and Damian can't let himself stay quiet anymore "there is no need for falsities Thomas, you are only among those that.... care " His cheeks have turned an adorable pink and Dick has to stop himself from cooing at the sight. They're all proud of Damian being able to express his affection better.

Duke inhales " thanks Dami but seriously, it's nothing serious, I just need to- " He slowly moves towards the bathroom door and sighs " -I need to wash my hair " he states glumly with his eyes suspiciously wet and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Everyone else is frozen and staring at the bathroom door. Tim's gaping like a fish while Cass just turns and walks away. Jason is the one who voices what they're all thinking "d-did he just say washing his HAIR?? "

#dc #batman #batfamily #duke thomas #dc signal #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #wash day #😔#shout out to all y'all poc with type 4 hair #especially the ppl with 4C 😭 i'm right there with y'all #wash day is a struggle that a lot of ppl don't understand #it drains your mental energy your physical energy just everything

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rawritzrobin · 1 year

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The Waynes (Teaser)

Title: The Waynes

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Fighting. unwanted advances, nothing too crazy for this teaser at least.

Summary: A quick teaser I threw together last night after spending a week thinking about the Batfamily as a rich gangster family who runs Gotham. There is surely more to come.

Masterlist

Introductions

“Do you see the girl sitting at the bar?” Dick said in a hushed whisper.

“Yeah, what about her?”

“That’s Y/N.”

“Wait what?!” Tim said, turning to face the bar.

You could feel a number of eyes on you. You wanted to wait outside, but you knew Jason would be furious if you waited outside by yourself. It was Gotham after all. You shivered slightly when a breeze came through as someone came into the club from the front door. You wrapped your arms around yourself as a man stood next to you. Even without looking at him, you knew he was watching you. You didn’t acknowledge his presence, but the man didn’t seem to care as you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

“Hey beautiful. You new around here? Never seen you before. You want a drink?” He said, leaning closer to you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. This was clearly not the first bar he had been to tonight.

Just as you were about to say no, his arm was yanked off of your waist, and in an instant, the man was on the floor. He was clutching his face as if he was struck by something. You could see the bartender tense as he looked behind you.

“Get him out of here before Jason finds out.” A voice from behind you said.

Before the man even had a chance to get to his feet, a group of men grabbed him by each arm, and practically dragged him out of the club. They stopped as a younger boy, who y/n noticed was standing by the entrance when she got here, raised his hand. The boy glared down at the man, before punching him hard in the face. You could hear the sickening crack echo through the room through the music.

The boy looked down at the now terrified man and said loud enough for you to hear, “You're lucky it was us and not him. Stay out of this neighborhood, or next time you will be leaving in a body bag.” As he finished his sentence, he gave the man another kick in his legs for good measure. You turned away as he looked over in your direction.

As you turned back, another man sat next to you. You noticed the bartender was unfazed by what just happened.

“Sorry about that. People like him normally don’t frequent The Cave.” A voice next to you said.

You turned to see a very handsome man sitting next to you. His hair was slightly long, but it was just long enough to frame his perfect features. His dashing blue eyes looked apologetic. He was wearing a blue tie that was tucked into his gray vest. There was not a wrinkle in sight.

“But don’t worry. We’ll take care of it. You’ll never see him again.” Another voice said from your left this time.

You turned to face a younger man. He was a tad bit shorter than the man on your opposite side, but he was still taller than you were. His hair was even longer, bangs framing his face nicely. He seemed a bit more nervous than the other man. His fit was more formal. He had on a full pinstripe suit with a red, a black striped tie, and a fedora.

You were about to open your mouth, when a woman’s voice broke the silence first.

“Wow, good thing the meeting ran long. Or we would have to close early again.”

“Yeah, if Jason saw that, we would have another mess on our hands.”

You turned around to see three girls behind you. There was a blonde who smiled mischievously at you, a girl with short pixie hair that eyed you suspiciously, and the girl in the middle in a wheelchair who smiled at you like she knew you.

It was at this moment that you realized you were surrounded by a group of people who seemed to know exactly who you were.

The loud slam of a door near the back of the bar brought all of the eyes that were previously on you, to the tall figure who slammed said door. His eyes quickly scanned the room, and his shoulders relaxed when his eyes landed on you.

In a few quick strides, he was next to you. You suddenly realized, the group of young men and women surrounding you were now all sitting together on the opposite side of the room.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” He said, slightly out of breath. Jason’s hair was a tiny bit disheveled and his tie was undone. He looked down at the floor and noticed a few tiny blood spatters on the floor. His gaze floated over to where Damian was standing. Damian scoffed, and walked towards the table with the rest of the gang.

You smiled as you hopped off the barstool. “No, it's fine! I get it. Work stuff.” You said, shaking your head with a laugh.

Jason’s mood instantly shifted as he saw your smile. “You ready?” He asked.

You nodded, and he wrapped his arms around your frame, and started to walk towards the private exit.

As you two made your way out of the club, Jason could feel eyes on him. He turned around to see his siblings all watching him with devious smiles. He merely glared at them, and opened the door for you both.

“She's cute.” Steph said.

“A bit out of his league yeah?” Tim asked.

“Common guys. Let him have this.” Dick said, trying his best to gain the group's attention. He would surely interrogate Jason once he returned home that night.

#jason todd x reader #gangster waynes #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #barbara gordon #Stephanie brown #cassandra cain #damian wayne #but where is bruce?#IDK #I need to sit my ass down and write #The Cave is a cool name for a club

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atiyasnake · 2 years

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Danny phantom dc crossover idea:

Clone at the grave

Idk how but Danny ends up in gotham. Except da boi is a lil messed up. Aspects of his ghost form are peeking through in his human forms.

This inculdes

Green eyes (lowkey glow sometimes)

Some white hair

Some scars he got in Ghost form.

He also has a vivisection scar (could be part of reason he is there). There are also other various scars some that used to only show on his ghost form but are now on his human form, it's overall concerning.

The thing is Danny is also a bit bloody (red blood) and looking like he was in a fight. So he looks for a safe place and what better than to follow some kind ghosts from Gotham's cemetery. He's the King and Gotham (I love sentient ghost/spirit gotham) for some odd reason is like 'I like this kid/king so no spooky shit to hurt him' also in the cemetery I think there is just etiquette for the ghosts to not hurt each other and be respectful seeing as that is their final resting place. Anyways he's led to a grave and to just sit and chill and try to heal or overall not fully die.

Unbeknownst to him, he is sitting on the grave of formally dead Jason Todd. A grave that the bats have some surveillance on cause ya know of course they would have surveillance on an empty grave. So when poor old Danny is chilling there, the bats are made aware. When they look what they see is what honestly looks similar to a dead Jason Todd, albiet a bit smaller and white hair tuft not the exact same. And considering that Jason is very much (sorta) alive and not at the cemetery, they come to the conclusion that 'hey is that a clone?' Which is a very concerning question.

Cue bats taking a trip and coming close to the 'body' cause really it seemed like a dead body. But then Danny moves, opens his eyes and Boom ya got green, eerily close to Lazarus green which only increases their belief that this dude may possibly be some sort of clone.

So we got confused, suspicious, (concerned) bats. And meanwhile Danny is just ??? With seeing these dudes sorta surrounding him in a cemetery where he is still injured.

Now what happens next could go various ways.

They could go on the agressive detain and ask questions later.

There could be a fight.

Danny may use his spooky abilties to disappear.

Danny may simply fall unconscious and leave the bats to deal with him.

Danny could confuse them with sassiness,

OR he could be like 'ayo help would be appreciated'

OR he could be like 'can't a guy chill in a cemetery by himself'.

Overall the possibility of him leaving with the bats or going off by himself is up in the air and really depends on what type of vibes you want in this story.

Some fun things that could be included...

Bats insistent that Danny is a clone while Danny is like 'No'

OR Danny legit going like 'wait really a clone? Tell me more'

Maybe Jason and Danny meet on the street and are just like that Spiderman meme.

OR they meet and are like hey 'dead buddies' type deal

OR they meet and Jason is suspicious and shit

Batfamily members asking why there are two Jasons, wondering why one is smaller and how his hair changes.

Danny hiding from the bats causing confusion and chaos along the way

Hello batfamily adoption, Bruce reputation preceeds him.

Some 👀 when they see the vivisection/autopsy scar (maybe they don't even know its actually a vivisection until later)

Danny's spookiness peaking out more and more

Maybe at some point or something one of the magic users like Zatanna or Constantine encounter Danny and they are def unsettled. Maybe they can't tell he's the ghost king or a halfa but they know something is wrong. Maybe they knew Jason was a bit wonky in the death sense but they are like "this 'clone' is on a whole other level of fucked". This of course makes the bats wanna investigate more about the 'creation' of cloneDanny, wondering what is his purpose and how he came to be Danny and in gotham and why.

Ya know I like to think that Danny never actually tells them he's a halfa. Cause, ya know secrets and also who is he to crush their clone theory dreams.

The thing is, is that they def think Danny is a really spooky and unsettling 'clone'. Seemingly more dead than alive than Jason is. They never have moments where they think Jason is not actually breathing. His eyes seem more glowy green than Jason's and his tuft of hair seems to glow occasionally but so quick that you think it's a trick of the light. He seems so quiet and his 'presence' isn't that of a normal human. Sometimes they forget Danny is close by.

It makes them think of how Jason could have come back.

One thing I think would be present is that Danny is having issues with changing forms which was why they were sorta mixing. So when he finally is able to fully separate and they see his blue eyes, and fully black hair and they turn to Damian and are like 'ya know you two actually look pretty simi-'

So yeah this is an idea I've been in the process of figuring out. Lots of possibilities though, but if anyone also wants to have some fun with this, please do!! Never can have too many cakes after all.

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maccreadysbaby · 6 months

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: dick grayson’s trauma :(

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

⚠️ this chapter centers around the canonical s*xual assault of dick grayson by catalina flores in nightwing (vol. 2) #93. although it incites the hurt/comfort in this chapter, it is not discussed or mentioned because this part revolves around bentley and dick’s relationship, not why dick’s hurting. dick would not discuss the fact that he was s*xually assaulted with a ten year old.

here’s a link to a brief explanation of what happened to dick here, if you don’t know

part eighteen

❝ IF THE ROLES WERE REVERSED (I WOULD HOLD YOU) ❞

WEDNESDAY — 12:55AM — DAY 60

BENTLEY WAS SLACKING AND HE KNEW IT. Sixty days he’d spent in the Wayne house and he hadn’t made an inch of progress regarding his father’s plot. Not a single centimeter. He thought about it a lot — every day, probably, but he always put it off. A hundred days were a lot… but not when you’d already chewed through sixty of them.

That was precisely why he was sitting awake at nearly one in the morning, staring down at his comforter with his lamp on, trying to make a plan.

Jason was suspicious — no, Bentley hadn’t forgotten that incriminating stare from the snow day. Going after him would be futile. Then he’d really know something was up, and he’d really pistol whip Bentley then.

Tim was always an option. Damian wasn’t kidding when he said he had no self-preservation. He walked around looking like he hadn’t slept in months all of the time, and Bentley firmly believed coffee ran in his veins instead of blood. It almost seemed too easy — like kicking someone when they were already down.

Damian was a no-go. While Bentley assumed he’d be moderately easy to unravel up in the head — since he was just eleven — he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to escape the wrath that came afterward with a katana. Steph, Cass, and Duke were options, but he didn’t think they’d have as big of an impact on the family as one of Bruce’s four Robins would.

There was Dick, but the thought of doing that to him made Bentley feel sick. In fact, doing anything to any of the Wayne’s made him all jittery and upset and guilty. They’d been nothing but nice to him the entire time he’d been around, and how was he going to repay them? By trying to hurt them? To weaken them so his father could dig his claws in?

He was going to repay them by destroying them? Destroying Bruce, who’d taken him in “off the street” without a second thought? Who played games with him and spent time with him and held him after nightmares? Or Dick, who literally carried him across town and mended his wounds, who went miles out of his own way to make sure Bentley was safe and happy and comfortable? Jason, who read books to him to distract him from storms, who noticed his injuries and took it upon himself to help? Who may or may not known something wasn’t right but still treated Bentley the same anyways? Tim, who spent the night in Bentley’s room when he didn’t want to be alone, who stayed with him instead of going on patrol? Or Damian, who included Bentley in most things he did, like school projects, or playing with the dogs without complaint? Who worked up the courage to apologize to Bentley for scaring him, who wanted him around in times of stress like taking Titus to the vet?

Not to mention Alfred, who basically kept the house from falling down, and had fed Bentley three times for sixty days without ever expecting anything back. Or Duke, who explained his environmental science homework to Bentley when he was interested (which ended up being nearly every weekday.), who didn’t mind to get left home with him overnight. Or Steph and Cass and Barbara, who he hadn’t spent much time with, but we’re just as important and supporting parts of the family as anyone else.

It was all so utterly wrong that Bentley couldn’t even fathom going through with it.

And that’s why he’d been there for sixty days with no progress. Because everything was so wrong.

He groaned and flopped backwards on his pillow, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. Colorful splotches danced in his vision from the pressure. This was such a disaster. He should just go home now and let his father have his way with him — he was going to get it no matter what.

Maybe if he let his father beat him as much as he wanted, he wouldn’t go after the Waynes.

He glanced at his clock. 12:59AM.

Bentley stared at his comforter for a while more, and glanced at his clock. It was prime vigilante patrolling hours, which meant one unlucky someone was in the Manor with him.

Bentley was finally considering actually going to sleep when he heard something from the hall. They were faint little noises, kind of like the ones Bentley made when he was startled. Whimpers.

His mind flashed back to his dream with all the death, wondering if this was another stupid hyper-realistic dream. He hadn’t fallen asleep tonight, though — he really hadn’t. He could count all his fingers up to ten and read the numbers on the clock — a few tricks Tim taught him to tell when he was awake or not — and he was very much not sleeping. Someone was actually making noises from somewhere, and Bentley was…

…The only other one home.

Yikes.

He laid there for a few moments and hoped they would stop all on their own. Who knows, it could’ve been Titus making some really human-ey noises from Damian’s room. It’d be dumb of him to go check. Right?

But they didn’t stop. In fact, they seemed to be getting a little louder.

Someone always seemed to check on him when he was making noises in the night.

Bentley raked his hands over his face again.

Think logically.

One Wayne was in the house with him. Most likely Duke, but potentially someone else. That someone was probably having a nightmare right that second. That would explain the noises he was hearing. When Bentley had a nightmare, both times, Tim and Bruce had come to his rescue to calm him down and help him go back to sleep. Stayed with him. Held him. Talked to him.

So… he, like, needed to go do that. Right? Was it weird for a kid to do that to someone older than them? It's not like half the people in the house were murder-ey assassins that could each kill him in a fraction of a second or anything.

If life got any more complicated, Bentley’s brain would probably implode.

Right. Stay on track, he told himself. Just go see who was making the noise.

Bentley reluctantly dragged himself out of bed and hoped and prayed it wasn’t Jason or Damian, because he was pretty sure they’d kill him for waking them up. Clad in a Nightwing t-shirt and blue sailboat pajama pants, he slowly inched his socks across the hardwood all the way to his slightly-ajar door.

One second passed. Then two. Then he grabbed the knob and pulled it open, just large enough for him to slide through.

The hallway was long and dark, the only source of light being from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs and Bentley’s lamp, which made him shiver. That’s exactly what the hallway looked like in his dreams.

The sound wasn’t near him — it was coming from the farther, darker end of the hall, which knocked Tim, Damian, and Duke off the list. Jason, Dick, Steph, and Cass’s rooms were down on the other end.

Dick’s bedroom door was open.

Bentley counted his fingers again, just to make sure he wasn’t having a nightmare. He had ten.

Relief surfaced in Bentley’s chest, before being violently swallowed up by a wave of… pity? He pushed himself down the hall without a second thought, and the closer he got to Dick’s door, the louder the whimpers got.

He guessed that answered his question of if Dick had nightmares.

With a quick exhale, he moved forward and peered through the door. The bathroom light was on, dimly illuminating the bedroom. He could faintly see Dick’s sleeping form under the comforter — well, more like cocooned in it. It was obvious that he’d been moving around because his limbs seemed to be tangled up in the thing. Every now and then he jerked or flipped, vocalizing something that sounded vaguely like words but made no real sense.

Bentley idled in the doorway for a long time. Maybe he should just… leave him alone.

Would Bentley want to wake up from a nightmare alone?

He continued to stand there in a mixture of confusion and straight-up windows reboot for a while, trying to work out what exactly he was going to do. Trying to find the sweet spot between annoying kid who’s waking me up in the middle of the night and worried person who wants to help wasn’t very easy, especially since he didn’t actually have experience being either of those things. He finally blinked out of his own head when Dick rolled onto his side and keened, quietly.

Oh God, Bentley realized, watching the lump move around in the bed. He was shaking and his shoulders were shuddering and… Dick was crying in his sleep.

Bentley shook his hands out by his sides, internally kicking himself. Dick would do it for you, he told himself.

Bentley padded across the room and flicked the lamp on before he could convince himself otherwise.

“Dick,” He whispered, padding over to the left side of the bed. Dick was facing away from him, so he pitter-pattered to the other side instead, climbing up on the mattress.

Dick was coiled up in the sheets, black hair frizzy and damp with sweat, as were his pajamas. Tears were rolling down his face and making splotches on the pillowcase even though he was sleeping, emotions contorting his features every new seconds — fear, sadness, anger. He kept jerking and murmuring and shifting around and Bentley wondered if that’s what he looked like during a nightmare.

“Dick,” He tried again, a little louder. “Dick, wake up.”

He didn’t. But he did sob, loud and miserably, and something inside of Bentley writhed with how badly he hated it.

“Dick, please wake up,” He half-begged, hands hovering awkwardly before he decided he shouldn’t touch him. No one had touched Bentley after a nightmare, they always left the contact up to him, so he assumed he should let Dick decide.

“Come on, wake up. Wake up, Dick.”

Tim, wake up! Tim, please wake up!

A surge of (pitiful and unwarranted) panic washed over Bentley when he remembered Tim unresponsive at the bottom of the stairs. “Dick, wake up!”

Dick jumped awake with a gasp, and Bentley nearly flinched himself off the side of the bed. For a short, quiet moment, their heavy breathing was the only noise in the otherwise empty Manor.

Dick looked around for a moment, red-tinged blue eyes pausing on Bentley for a solid ten seconds before he leaned back into his pillow and covered his face with his hands. “Oh, God.”

Bentley didn’t say anything, but took note of how much Dick was shaking. What could scare a superhero so badly?

“I…” He spoke from behind his hands. “I’m sorry I woke you up. I… I’m okay. I’m fine. You can go back to bed.”

Bentley didn’t move. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing actually came out.

“I’m fine,” Dick repeated, in a terribly unconvincing manner. He removed his hands from his face and revealed that he hadn’t actually stopped crying yet. He tugged at the front of his shirt. “I’m fine, Bentley. I’m fine.”

The child drew in a breath. “Dick-“

“I-I’m fine. I’m fine,” He was basically gasping for air in-between nearly muted sobs. “I’m fine.”

Bentley felt his own eyes stinging. “Dick…”

Dick rolled onto his side and pulled his legs up, dissolving into a mess of gaspy cries and tears that tugged at Bentley’s heart. No, not tugged, more like stabbed and twisted repeatedly, over and over.

Oh my God, was all the kid’s mind supplied.

Well, that and the overwhelming urge to start crying with him.

Bentley tried to stutter out his name again, but it died in his throat. What in the world was he supposed to do? He felt so stupid, so useless, so dumb. Why couldn't he move?

Oh God, he thought to himself again.

Just do exactly what Bruce and Tim did. Dick isn’t going to hurt you.

Bentley moved forward on his knees, closer to Dick’s trembling frame. “Dick… can I… touch you?”

Dick, who’s face was halfway buried in the sheets, nodded in a sharp, jerky movement. Bentley did what he’d done to Tim in his nightmare — he reached out with shaking hands toward Dick and pulled his head ever-so-delicately into his lap.

Dick responded by shooting his arms out and drawing Bentley in tighter. He tried to stifle the small gasp that it pulled out of him, but thankfully, it went unnoticed.

There really was one Dick Grayson crying in Bentley’s lap right now. Why couldn’t he think of anything helpful to do? To say?

Words failed him yet again, so he brushed a hand through Dick’s hair just like Dick always did to everybody else and blinked back the sting in his eyes. He desperately wished someone else was home.

He felt Dick ball up the fabric on the back of his t-shirt in his hands, just like Bentley had done before.

He tried so hard to find something to say, but he couldn’t. He decided words were stupid and just kept stroking Dick’s hair for the time being, with a constant stream of oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God running in the back of his head, because, oh my God.

He felt so terribly useless and dumb. He had no idea what to do, no idea how to make this better but sit there and try not to cry himself. Crying wouldn’t do anything but stress Dick out more.

Bentley exhaled shakily and kept untangling the knots in the vigilante’s hair — he didn’t have the heart to leave no matter how badly he wanted someone else, someone better to handle it. Dick was still shaking, and kept jerking with sobs that he tried so desperately to mute. Bentley could feel the tears soaking through his shirt.

Maybe he should use Dick’s phone to call someone. Do superheroes even carry their phones on them? Probably not.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry-“ Dick half-muttered between gasps. “I didn’t- I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” Bentley reassured, having to put in way too much effort to drag the words out of his throat without them sounding strained. He worked his fingers through a pesky knot on the back of Dick’s head. “I have nightmares, too.”

A quiet moment passed, where only Dick’s occasional hiccups were audible. They seemed to be slowing down.

Bentley sucked in a breath. “…Would you have come to my room? Like you did before?”

After a minute, he felt Dick shrug. “Probably.”

Bentley wondered whose room he’d have gone to if everyone else was home.

He sat there for a long time in a comfortable silence, waiting for Dick to stop shuddering. It took a while. Now he understood why the vigilante constantly tried to stroke people’s hair — it was relaxing.

Dick didn’t have a clock, but Bentley knew it was about three in the morning when he heard doors around the house close, signaling the end of patrol. He didn’t move so much as an inch until he was a trillion percent sure Dick was asleep. His breaths had evened out a while ago, and his grip on Bentley had faded, though his arms were still around him. The lamp was on but Bentley couldn’t reach it to turn it off. He didn’t really want to, anyhow.

He wiggled himself around until he was actually laying down, and the covers were just close enough that he was able to pull them up without jostling everything around too much. He settled down on the mattress and closed his eyes. He kept his hand moving through the vigilante’s hair until he couldn’t anymore, until the world around him stilled, and he fell asleep in Dick Grayson’s arms for (at least) the fourth time.

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Fanfiction commentary and recommendations: Lex Luthor´s ascend from supervillainy to fatherhood Part IV (chapters 16 to 20)

The Original story can be found here.

The previous parts of the commentaries can be found here:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

So, the classic silly rambling before the actual commentary part is surprisingly part that´s the hardest to do. Go figure.

Well. At least aside from formatting. I may have found out how to make links into hyperlinks, but I still have a problem with getting the HTML code to do what I want and just center the line break. And I´d also love to do blocktext, so that there are the most even edges of text possible on both sides, but I know the second one just WON´T work because different devices and different formattings so it would just look awful. I could still center. But my brain hates HTML code rn. Why is HTML so much easier on AO3?

But to build anticipation: I know that the next few chapters will be kind of wild. Or. not really 'kind of' but actually a bit wild. As in: The Joker´s involved. I mean, with all of the foreshadowing in the past few chapters I was really not surprised, but damn, do I hate the man.

With the knowledge of not being with that knowledge: back to the regularly scheduled program.

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So? Which topic do you think chapter 16 starts with? Ding ding ding! You´re right! Lazarus Pits! Or rather: the price some people have to pay for the boon. In Jason´s case? His sanity.

And also the helpless feeling of just. Not knowing. Not knowing why or how he was the only one that suffered such harsh side effects when the rest of the family got away more or less scot-free.

I … can´t imagine how hard it must be to know all the darkness that dwells in oneself can just … erupt like some kind of volcano. Even worse if you wake up after such an eruption and just. Don´t remember. It´s frightening. And that Jason has endured that for years now? Oooof. He needs more hugs from his friends and family ASAP. Especially because he seems to feel like such a burden …

But how did we get to such deep introspection from him? Because he finally feels as if he´s getting back from the pits. You remember what I said about Jason feeling a lurch in his chest?

Yeah. It´s still happening, again and again and it´s kind of crawling up his throat.

And as I can´t imagine that feeling all too pleasant - he just kind of. Slowly falls onto the floor. Or. He would have, if Dick hadn´t caught him, good older brother that he is.

It doesn´t help that Danny collapses as well.

And then he throws up something green and goopy and it starts to move towards Danny and ugh. It sounds so digusting and horrifying I kinda had to take a moment to get a drink because god damn, that was not a comfortable experience to read about and any time I reread this for corrections I feel this imagine return to my mind.

Thank god for Alfred saving the day, because as the only one with his faculties intact he just puts a bowl over this … thing. And it helps! Whoooooo!

But now we have an exhausted Jason, a collapsed Danny and a very worried family. And not just any worried family, but a worried batfamily. Good god that can´t end well, can it?

Because of course, after the discussion about his health problems the family gets even more worried when his heartbeat slows further. And since he´s not awake, he can´t even veto going to a hospital. Thank god for Duke though, because he got them to go to Dr Thom(p?)kins instead.

And of course they´re suspicious now. Probably more of Lex than Danny, but still.

Tim, bless his soul, wants to tell Lex what just happened because any parent should know what happened to their child. Especially since there could be allergies or traumata involved.

But no, bruce just wants to get him to a clinic. It will come back to bite him in the ass - that I can promise.

And where does it come back to bite him in the ass? Right at the clinic. Jason may be fine, but Danny? In the eyes of the doc? Fuck no, he´s not. I mean, he never is, but they don´t know that, do they?

And because of all the radioactivity and the health problems and because he´s a sus mf - what does Bruce do? He wants a blood sample.

Now. We know how Danny is about his blood. It´s a dangerous thing. Thank god for Leslie and her ethics though. Because I don´t think neither Danny nor Lex would forgive him for that breach of trust and bodily autonomy.

Bruce and Damian are both deeply suspicious because the matter seems quite close to Lazarus pits and fear that Lex may be experimenting on him … and also Damian kinda lowkey hates Danny because he has hurt his family twice already, however unintentional and who says he won´t hurt even more of them?

And after that whole ordeal? Danny just decided to take his legs into his hands and get the hell out of dodge.

Can´t blame him tbh. Really, really can´t blame him.

So where does the baby boi end up? At a random roof in Gotham where Harley finds him. Predictably she thinks he maybe wants to jump though our Boy quickly reassures her that that´s not the case.

Doesn´t change the fact that he´s still spooked though. Mainly because he thinks he did something wrong and now the Waynes won´t want him as a friend anymore, because why would they? He hurt them and then they even had to get him to a clinic and Harley, please do something about this, it´s just sad to read :')

And now Danny doesn´t even wanna call Lex, because of the situation because he fear he´ll never be allowed to go anywhere again because he was 'right' and just. Danny I understand your fear, but comunication please.

Of course he deflects by asking if the Joker was around, which somehow leads to Harley taking him to her and Ivy´s place? Don´t ask me how it happened, the only I way I can condense it is if I say: they ranted.

This leads to this part of the conversation:

“Really? Then why did… you know,” he said, looking her up and down. “I know it couldn’t have been just the Joker that made you this way. He’s your… origin story, not your love interest.”

And I think that just endeared danny to her forever.

So while Danny cuddles with Bud and Lou on the Couch, the bats are freaking out because they lost Danny. And what do the bats do best when they panic? Suit up and spread out.

Lex is finally being called. Suffice to say the conversation does not go well. At all. And Lex is now on the way. Because of course he is. Especially after Bruce basically insulted him by insinuating he´s a bad parent. Way to put your foot in your mouth, Bruce.

And what else does happen on this lovely day? The Joker gets out, because of course he does. Why not make bad things even worse? That´s what this man does best after all.

Meanwhile Ivy is exasperated at Harley´s antics, seeing as she wants to steal Danny from Lex and yeah. Just a typical start to girl´s night i guess? Catwoman will have fun with this situation, i can already tell xD

Now if only I knew what Damian would want those bolt cutters for?

Selina arrives! And instantly thinks Danny was kidnapped as well.

That topic quickly shifts though. And what does it shift into? Bruce´s batdoption problems. It´s just such a good meme and I´m not even mad about it.

It also seems a put a few things into perspective for Danny since she tells him that some people don´t think Lex to be a good parent. For very good reasons to be honest, but I guess it still stings a bit ...

In the end girl night starts with them just trash talking Bruce and his furry tendencies. As well as his hypocrisy when we consider his dating history. How a man with such a moral compass can deal with dating people such as Talia or Catwoman I will never understand. I know, I know. Sexual Tension. But Sexual Tension does not cause you to conceive a child together (that´s just trash as well. I gotta be solidary xD)

So in the typical girl night fashion, they talk about feelings and who may have a crush on whom and how oblivious some people (*cough* Danny *cough*) are and there´s many an adive to be had. They´re just gal pals having fun :D

Meanwhile Lex is annoyed at the Gotham airspace seeing as he can´t get into the city without changing vehilces because a certain clown blew up some buildings.

Meanwhile girl night changed into poker night and well. I don´t think any of them play fair xD

The conversation that follow are easily put under the "What happens on girls’ night, stays on girls' night" category as Ivy suitably calls it.

The bats and birds still haven´t stopped searching. Joker´s still a crazy piece of work and Danny? Danny is just losing at Uno and living his best live.

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So, I've been trying to identify who would escalate a prank war to Kevin McCallister levels in the batfamily and I've come down to Three (3) options. By all means feel free to have a (fun) debate about it, though. This is just my opinion.

Option one, the most understandable: Damian Wayne

Damian was effectively raised as an only child while also being told to be The Best. Of course he's chronically unable to back down once challenged and so no matter who started this, Damian will attempt to end it. It's an easy way to prove himself their betters while also being super petty. Also, he desperately want's to prove to Jon that he's not a stick in the mud. Also also, his brothers are insane and there's no telling what the next prank will be and who will be caught in the crossfire. Might as well make sure that any revenge is premeditated.

Option two, the wildcard: Cassandra Cain

Cass is also an only child. She was also raised to be The Best and is stubborn as hell so of course she gets involved in what she sees as a fun competition with her family. Her image of retaliation is skewed, though so she always ends up going slightly overboard. Not enough for anyone to get mad, but it's suspicious that it's always enough to make the person ticked off, yet not murderously enraged. She's also a little shit who can get away with anything with Bruce if she looks innocent enough. It drives her brothers up a wall because there's no evidence to prove she DID do it. Cass knows exactly what she's doing and she's not afraid to do it.

Option Three, the Actual Kevin McCallister: Tim Drake

Listen, okay. I had to put him here. On top of being an only child I swear to god this kid was obsessed with Home Alone. He absolutely would take the opportunity to MacGyver some shit to torture his siblings, bonus points if it hits Bruce too. You cannot convince me he didn't booby-trap Drake manor at some point while his parents were globe trotting. He doesn't have any excuse of pride about challenges, he's just a malicious actor here. Tim fears no retribution or god, he's nearly been killed several times and it hasn't stuck so why would it start now. You attack, and he attacks back a thousand times harder. You attack Tim and practically sign a waiver allowing him the freedom to ruin your costume or civilian lifestyle.

Cut here before the explanations of those who don't escalate (Need to emphasize here, they still may participate but they don't make it worse) because this has gotten out of hand

Reasoning for others to not be included:

Duke: He's unhinged yes, but he's not batshit insane. He fully understands that if he escalates, someone is going to make a murder attempt. He doesn't want to be the next Tim, that's not a position he wants to willingly put himself in yet. He'll contribute or join a team, but ultimately Duke can be found in the one Neutral Zone, Alfred's kitchen, watching with bemusement as his siblings attempt to turn the Manor into a war-zone. If pranked, he'll prank back, but not escalate. Also people feel a little like kicking a puppy when they prank him. Duke weaponizes this and uses it to get out of bullshit or pull off bullshit scot-free.

Stephanie: Maybe she's on a team. Maybe she's a free agent. She doesn't want anyone to target her specifically because then she truly has to be paranoid. Instead, she's always helping with pranks, making everyone indebted to her and thus allowing her to be the only safe person other than Alfred.

Barbra: I just. I cannot emphasize how much the family leaves her out of this. She will find a way to get back at you and it will end your idea of pranking her again. Unlike Alfred, who was universally known to be off-limits, she knew that someone would try something because all of that family is made up of little shits. This meant that she has to shut it down once it starts. She is immune. Inevitably someone will push the envelope and Babs will remind them that she control's their tech and information systems. She will however, assist if a prank gets particularly nasty and someone needs to shut the war down. Typically she's recruited by Alfred or Bruce to end the war where it stands once it starts to get to the Property Destruction Level.

Jason: He was asked not to participate by Alfred and Jason willingly obeys only Alfred. This is specifically because of one incident when this happened with Tim, Dick, and him. Back when he and Tim were getting along somewhat and Dick had somehow pissed both of them off, they escalated The War. It ended with three new craters in the warehouse district, The Riddler so traumatized that he completely avoids doing Rouge Activities when Red Robin and Red Hood are on speaking terms, and Dick stuck in a box on his way across the country. Instead, Jason enjoys being on Stephanie's side of aiding whoever is funnier. He is not off limits though. Oh dear god he is not off limits. He is the victim of so many pranks. He just cannot retaliate. In turn, he turns into a snitch for this event, and only this event. Jason will alert Alfred of any destructive pranks. He will let Alfred know of birdies staying up too late, of birdies jumping off buildings because superman will catch them, of birdies doing general dumb ass restricted shit. Jason will make the pranker's life a living hell.

Dick: Dick matches the energy of the prank. He's petty so it will always be perfectly organized so that it causes maximum damage while never managing to be something one can reasonably escalate against. (For example, Tim once hid all of Dicks cereal in increasingly impossible places and swapping the boxes so they were labeled wrong. In retaliation every single one of Tim's coffees became decaf. They're the exact same flavor, but the caffeine content is so low it barely counts as coffee. Tim didn't notice until he went on a case bender and passed out thirty hours in despite drinking eight cups of coffee. This was weeks later after the war ended. There was no retaliation. Tim still has no clue how Dick got in, out, AND made the perfect replica) Damian learned at the feet of the master, but unfortunately has too much localized anger to play it to perfection like Dick can.

Cullen and Harper: They don't live at the Manor. They refuse to participate. They'll help small scale, but they're both sensible enough to know that anymore makes them targets.

Bruce: I don't need to explain this. He's tired. He doesn't want to be here. He never actively participates and yet always ends up in the crossfire. Can people please stop pranking each other on patrol? Must you dye Tim's suit neon pink? It's really not conducive to being the cities silent protectors.

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