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justkiddingguys · 2 months

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Batboys Tickle Headcanons

A/N: FORGIVE ME BUT I’M GOING INSANE OVER THESE MFS JUST LET ME RANT IM SO NEW TO THE FANDOM THEYRE SO CUTESY LMAO. Again, this is purely on vibes, im so new to this fandom. Also it’s 1 am this may or may not be coherent.

Warnings: Tickling (duh) but all SFW, cursing ig

Including: Damian, Tim, Jason, Dick, Bruce

Damian:

Youngest first lol

Lee:

Okay, so this kid hadn’t been tickled in his LIFE until coming to live with Bruce right

And I like to think the first time Bruce does it they’re already decently comfortable with eachother, yknow??

And Damian is BAFFLED cause WTF is this??

He tries to fight his way out of it for sure

But when he can’t it’s one of the few times anyone gets to see him ACTUALLY acting like a kid

He’s throwing out threats left and right

ANGRYY lee. He doesn’t really mind it but his pride cannot handle it lmao

I’d say his worst spots are his armpits and sides. Little scratches on his neck get him FLUSTERED though cause he has to scrunch up his neck and make a face and agghh

Overall very angry

He can get away from it most times (baby assassin)

He might allow Bruce or Dick to get him on occasion though :3

Ler:

Okay so obviously he doesn’t have the size advantage

But he enjoys getting one in on his siblings

When he can he’s a little shit

During training?

Nonchalant teaser

“How unfortunate, you’ve lost. Why are you smiling about that?” (Completely kneading his opponent’s nearest un-coverable spot)

“Pff- Damian stahp-“

“Stop what? I’m not hurting you”

Not something seen often, but it is mean

And embarrassing, cause you’re getting overpowered by a child bro 💀💀

Tim

Lee

Another neglected child smh

He’s not as foreign to it as Damian, but it’s still prominent lmao

He’s been tickled briefly before once or twice sure

But longer than a few seconds??

He doesn’t know what to do with himself

Snorts

Craves affection, so he definitely brats his way into tickles often

If you tease him about that though he will die

He’s super duper sensitive, so if he’s wrecked he’s WRECKED, but light tickles make him flustered beyond belief

T-word teases also fuck him up

Has been tickled to sleep out of necessity because omg he NEEDS it

Also cheer up tickles cause he gets in his headddd

His laugh is so cute, it sounds like he’s trying not to laugh even when he’s cackling

Is not above begging. Begs often.

His worst spots are his knees and ribs

AGSHSHSH Dick has done the rib counting thing on him

“Come on, count with me. You’re a genius, Timmy, can’t you count?”

“BFFFAHAHA sHIT Dihick-“ (more concerned with covering his face than anything at this point)

“No no, that’s not a number, let’s start over. One rib…”

Ler

Another one who I can’t think of many scenarios he’d actually end up in that position

But I picture him as such a cute ler

He’s teasing, don’t get me wrong

But it’s so soft, yknow?

Like sure, he’ll wreck your shit

He’s AMAZING at figuring out bad spots

But his teases are like

“Aw, that tickles? Does it really? Hm. That’s sad.”

“Stop? Why? I haven’t seen you smile this much in forever!”

AND IT IS SOFT WITH MALICIOUS INTENT

BUT IT IS SOFT

Jason Todd

Lee

ANOTHERRR ANGRY LEE

Not necessarily as irrational due to obvious slight maturity level differences between him and Damian

IF YOU CAN PIN THIS MAN DOWN

The curses are worth it

Pretends he HATESS it

But he does not :3

He’s too pussy to brat his way into tickles

But if he’s in a mood he’ll sit annoyingly close and just… stretch his arms up. Ever so subtly.

He’ll deny his intentions to the second grave though

He’s a kicker

Gets pissed off at regular/mean teasing but

“Awww Jason, your laugh is so cute”

“Cmon, let’s see that smile”

Any soft cooing and he is GONE

Yeah he’s still throwing fuck you’s around like rice at a wedding

But he’s covering his red ass face too

Worst spots are his hips and stomach and that PISSES HIM OFF

Using words like belly or tummy to tease have him utterly broken

Ler

Mean mean mean mean

Mean ler

Instigator

Absolute little shit

Oh my god he’s so teasy

No boundaries

“Wow, you’re REALLY ticklish, huh? Especially right here in this spot, here. Mhm. Yeah, you are, look. Stop? No? Awww come on. We both know you wanted this”

Will not be soft unless he’s doing it for a purpose

Enjoy’s wrecking Tim’s shit regularly

I cannot emphasize this enough: MEAN

He will not stop digging his fingers into the utter WORST spot until he’s satisfied that his victim is about to die :3

And he’ll tease them about it for WEEKS

Dick

Lee

TEEHEE TEEHEE

He’s the only mf on this list not embarrassed as fuck about tickling

He gets in a lee mood and EVERYONE knows

Giggly little bitch is silently begging for it

And he doesn’t even ask the ler to stop, he just lets it happen 💀

Like he’s just laying there, no shame

He has to have a bad spot on his legs, specifically thighs

Honestly I think the only way he’s blushing about it is if you tease him for NOT blushing about it

“Awww, you love this, huh? Look at that grin. Maybe I’ll just keep tickling forever, since you’re enjoying yourself so much”

Ler

Big Brother Ler ™️

Designated cheer-up tickler

He’s definitely the softest teaser

All compliments and coochie coos

Unless you’ve fuckin crossed him.

Cause he CAN get mean

Sweet tickles: “Hmm, I love that smile. You’re so cute when you giggle like that. Yeah I know it tickles”

Revenge tickles: “So what was it you were saying earlier? No say it. Go on.” (going insane on the WORST spot imaginable) “What? Sorry I can’t hear over all the laughing. Damn you’re ticklish. Oh you don’t like that word? Hm. Tickle, tickle tickle…”

His fingers are so fast and he IS more flexible than ANYONE and there’s no escaping, no moving. Just a big Dick Grayson Grin in your face.

#batfam tickle #batfamily #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #tickle #ticklish #tickling #batboys

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calicocatsarecute · 1 year

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Hello,Welcome to my blog! I’m Lizzy, and this is a Tk blog, so if you don’t like that type of stuff please keep going. I’m pretty new and this is my first ever post! Please give e ideas for fics I can write.

Fandoms I’ll write for:

Demon Slayer

Mha

Sk8

Wonder Egg Priority

Pokémon (All Games)

Digimon

HxH

Genshin Impact

Cookie Run Kingdom/ Ovenbreak

Rascal Does Not Dream Of Bunny Girl Senpai

Danganronpa

Animal crossing

Studio Ghibli films

Yokai Watch

Wednesday

South Park

Tlou

Elemental

Fairy Tail

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Batfam/DC

If I get more familiar with more fandoms I’ll add them in.

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fluffyweeby · 7 months

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Tickletober day 5 - “I’m Not Ticklish”

Prompts by @tickletober

I’m not late you are 😶😳🫥 I’m a bit behind but promise to catch up over the weekend 🫡🙏

Another one of the ✨bat boys✨! (Read the WEBTOON 🤜🔪)

As always happy tktober everyone! Drink some tea ☕️ 💜

#augtickletober2023 #tickle art #tickletober #tickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #tickle fanart #tickle fluff #batman tickles #batfam #batboys #lee!damian #ler!jason #lee!robin #ler!redhood #batman wayne family adventures #batman

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toki-macross · 1 year

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This is the finished first page of my Batblobs! As well as a smol page of the bittybatblobs. So they got put all together for the little ones. This was super fun, and I will probably fill more pages another time.

#batblob #batman #DC #Bittybatblobs #Batfam #this was fun #I'm tickled pink with the positive reblobs of the batblobs thank you!#creacher #bruce wayne #which is your favorite

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13phantom13angel13 · 4 months

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What Big Brother’s Are For

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A/N: To the anon who requested brotherly love tickles for Jason and Dick, here you are!

Content warning: there’s a bit of angst in the beginning. So beware!

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Dick could tell Jason was having a hard time. He seemed to be a bit down in the dumps recently. But, Dick knew the stubborn man wouldn’t willingly talk about his feelings. So the most he could do was show Jason he was there for him if he ever wanted to talk.

That day came unexpectedly during a heavy storm while they were sitting in Jason’s apartment. Lightning illuminated the living room as a loud clap of thunder followed. Dick saw Jason visibly jump at the sound, his entire body going rigid. The worry from his older brother became palpable to Jason as he turned to look at him. Dick was staring at him in thinly veiled concern. Jason sighed heavily, looking down at his hands.

“I guess you never really get over the fear…”

Dick stayed quiet, but continued to look at Jason; a silent indication that he was still listening if he chose to continue. Jason scrubbed a hand down his face as he leaned forward to rest his arms on his knees.

“It just reminds me of that night, you know?” Jason’s voice quieted a bit as he continued, “It sounds like an explosion sometimes…”

Dick’s eyes saddened upon hearing that. He never thought that the sound of thunder could remind Jason of the night that Joker took his life. Took him from the people who loved him the most.

Without saying a word, Dick scooted over next to Jason and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. To his surprise, Jason didn’t pull away. In fact, he hesitantly returned the hug, clinging to Dick’s shirt with trembling hands. Dick hated that his brother had to go through that; hated that he had to continue dealing with the after effects of that night. It broke his heart to see Jason so downtrodden.

“You’re home now and you’re safe. Nothing will ever take you away from us again, Jay. Nothing will ever take you away from me. I’ll protect you.” Dick rubbed his back soothingly as he whispered to him. Jason nodded, resting his head on Dick’s shoulder.

Dick continued to rub his back for a bit, until Jason started to tense up. Dick had started to stray a little too close to the back of his ribs, a secret weak spot that no one knew about. Except Roy. Dick lifted his head to look down at Jason, noticing his cheeks starting to flush as a smile fought to come to the surface.

A delighted smile came across Dick’s lips.

“Oh…what’s this, Jaybird?” Dick asked as he wiggled his fingers into the back of Jason’s ribs.

Jason’s back arched as a surprised squeal ripped out of his throat. He quickly grabbed ahold of Dick’s arms to try to pry them away as his back arched to get away. That proved to have the opposite effect of what he wanted. He arched right into Dick’s embrace, furthering his entrapment. Dick continued to tickle him in the same spot.

“I didn’t know you were ticklish here!” He exclaimed, wiggling his fingers faster. By this point, giggles had began to bubble up out of Jason against his will. No amount of squirming was going to get him out of this.

“Dihihick! Plehehehehease! Dohohohon’t tihihihickle!” Jason begged.

“Why not? It’s so cute that you’re so ticklish.” Dick chuckled fiendishly as his tickling fingers moved lower down on his ribs. Jason’s giggling started to border on actual laughter as he continued to squirm as best he could in his brother’s arms.

“Nohohohoho! Please nohohoho!” Even with just the smallest amount of tickling, Jason was weakened. If Dick continued his assault downwards towards his sides, it would be over.

And what did Dick do? Yep. He went lower. His fingers now traced silly patterns on the lowest part of his ribs, right around his kidneys. That was it. Jason exploded into hysterical laughter as his back arched as far as it could go in his position.

“FUHUHUHUHCK! DIHIHICK STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IT!”

Dick was surprised by his reaction. He thought his hips were the only spot that gave such a strong reaction. Dick was starting to have a hard time keeping Jason in his arms as he flopped backwards. He dug in a little harder.

If Jason thought he was done for before, he truly was now. His laughter went silent as he toppled backwards on to the couch, dragging Dick along with him. With him now flat on his back, Dick moved his fingers to his stomach.

“Wow. That’s a nice little goldmine there,” he chuckled. “That seems like a close second to your hips.” He remarked.

“Ihihihit tihihihihickles sohohoho bahahad there! Now cuhuhut it out! I gihihihive!” Jason tapped Dick’s arm in a sign of surrender. Dick chuckled, stilling his tickling fingers as he sat back up.

“Feel better now?” Jason nodded as he caught his breath, also sitting up.

“Yeah, I do…” he admitted a bit shyly. He leaned against Dick, closing his eyes. “Thank you, Dickiebird. For always being there when I need you and putting up with my shit.”

Dick smiled fondly as he wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulder.

“Any time, little wing. That’s what big brother’s are for.”

#nightwing #red hood #jason Todd #dick grayson #batfam tickle fic #ticklish jason todd #ticklish red hood #a wee bit of angst

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not-another-robin · 1 year

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Stupid headcanon of the day: Bruce had a one day downward spiral about male pattern baldness. He started finding more hair in the shower and, because he is a vain creature at heart, started panicking about how he's already losing hair and he'll be bald by 45 and blah blah blah, all until Alfred had to very gently but sternly explain to him no, Master Bruce, you do not struggle with male pattern baldness, because your father did not have it, and I cannot pass it down to you because you are not biologically related to me

#i just think their stupid sometimes. it tickles me #narsposting #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam

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kourtniwritesagain · 9 months

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Say it with Me Now...Sleep!

A/N: I wrote a similar story years ago, but I seriously can’t find it ANYWHERE. This is my attempt at not exactly rewriting it but doing something equally as fun. So, enjoy sleep-deprived Timmy Drake-Wayne.

Listen, Tim is well aware that he is not exactly the most forthcoming when it comes to information about his general well-being. He knows that he's technically lying. However, everyone lies, right? Like, Dick lies about having free time so he can help whoever needs it when his shoulders can't possibly hold any more weight. Jason lies about hating everyone when he loves the hardest. Damian lies about never caring about feelings when he feels the most. Duke lies about not feeling like an outsider even though everyone knows he still hasn't accepted his position in the family. Cass lies about… okay, well, Cass doesn't lie. But Bruce! Bruce lies about freaking everything. So…Tim lying about sicknesses, injuries, and sleep isn't like…out of the ordinary in Tim's family. So he doesn't really feel bad about lying to Alfred about getting a full night's sleep the previous night.

Well, he doesn't feel too bad.

Tim had, at one point in his life, gotten a full night's sleep. It just wasn't last night. Or the night before that…and so on and so forth. Now that Tim was thinking about it, he'd been up for a full three days. Not his longest record, but the longest in at least six months. Tim is currently working on three cases for Batman Inc., multiple marketing packages for Wayne Enterprises, and two school reports. The cases are what's taking most of his time.

The first case has to do with Scarecrow. Tim believes Crane is working with a new supplier, someone outside of Gotham. He hasn't been able to find out who it is, but he's at least narrowed it down to either Star City or Metropolis. The second case concerns Ivy, which really sucks because she's been relatively quiet ever since she and Harley got together. Honestly, Tim isn't really sure it is Ivy, but it's got to do with these weird plants popping up around the city that shoot some kind of ichor at anyone who gets near. It wouldn't be that big of a deal if it weren't for the fact that the ichor causes blindness for up to two weeks. Tim's been working on a cure, but so far, he hasn't had much luck. Hence, he really needs to talk to Ivy. The third case deals with Victor Zsasz…or, at least, Tim thinks it does. There's been a string of near murders of sex workers in Crime Alley. Jason has been working on it for two weeks, but he's never caught anyone in the action. Jason came to Tim four nights ago to ask for help, which is very usual for Jason. Usually, he sends files and assumes Tim will help. Jason's case is Tim's number one priority. Zsasz is toying with people at the moment. It's only a matter of time before it turns into actual murder.

So, that is why he's currently working on his third night of no sleep. The importance of these cases, Jason's in particular, is also why Tim just lied (again) to Alfred and Bruce about his overall well-being. Again, Tim's not stupid. He knows Alfred and Bruce can see the bags under his eyes, the slump in his shoulders, and the copious amounts of empty energy drink cans and coffee mugs that littered his room. They didn't call him out on it, so they must believe it's not as bad as it really is. Alfred and Bruce leave the Cave, and Tim continues his work on the Batcomputer.

"Hey, any news on my case?"

Tim looks up and sees Jason sauntering in, his hood under his arm.

"Not much. I have some hunches," says Tim. "But nothing concrete yet."

Jason sighs.

"I'm trying, Jay." Tim mutters, feeling guilty.

Jason rolls his eyes. "I'm not mad at you, Timberly. The sigh is in general of the fucking suckiness of the situation, not directed at you."

"Still…I can't seem to crack this the way I want."

"Welcome to my world. Why do you think I asked for your help? You look like shit by the way."

Tim flips him off and then yawns, large and long.

"The fuck was that?" Jason asks.

Tim rolls his eyes. "A yawn, Jason. Surely you've experienced one."

Jason walks to Tim and smacks the back of his head. "Ass."

"You're the ass…ass." Tim replies.

"Now I know you're outta sorts. That was the lamest comeback." Jason says. "When's the last time you slept?"

"Yesterday." Tim lies.

Jason squints at him. "Yeah…and Alfred is the Queen of England."

"I'm fine."

Jason snorts and places his hand on Tim's forehead.

"I don't have a fever, Jason." says Tim, swatting at Jason's hands. Jason reaches down and tweaks Tim's left side. Tim immediately folds inward with a laugh.

"Too easy." Jason smirks as he continues scribbling his fingers along Tim's ribs and sides.

"Screw youhu!" Tim laughs, trying to catch Jason's hands as he squirms in the seat.

"I dunno, this seems like a good way to tire you out."

"Plehehease!" Tim is defenseless when it comes to tickling. It's like his brain decides to stop working, and all he can do is curl up and beg for mercy.

Jason spends a few more seconds poking and prodding along Tim's ribcage before he finally ceases his attack.

"I swear, you're the most ticklish person on the fuckin' planet." Jason is grinning smugly.

Tim knows he's got a goofy grin on his face, but he musters up a scowl regardless. "And I swear you're the biggest prick on the planet."

"Go to sleep, Tim. I know you're on at least day two of no sleep."

"As soon as I get some solid info on your case and finish my crap from WE, I will."

Jason squints at him. Tim thinks for a moment that his older brother is going to argue with him more. However, Jason shrugs his shoulders, waves a dismissive hand toward Tim, and then walks out of the Cave. Tim sighs in relief and turns back to the computer. He knows he's close to proving it's Zsasz behind the attacks. He'll definitely sleep once he proves it.

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Tim proves it's Zsasz, but he does not sleep. There's no time. Bruce will be the one to help Jason with the takedown of Zsasz because he's a Tier-One Villain, and Batman isn't going to allow Red Hood to do it on his own nor allow Red Robin to be Hood's only backup. Tim put up a fight, arguing that he could at least help, especially considering it was Tim that figured it all out. He’s overruled by a simple ‘Hn’ from Bruce and a smirk from Jason. Tim spends the next day tracking down Ivy. Turns out, she was working the case as well. Tim corners her at a greenhouse in downtown Gotham.

"Of course, you're the one working this." Pamela says without taking her eyes off the plant, she's currently cultivating.

"Should I be offended by that statement?" Tim asks. Tim thinks that, although he's had a direct hand in a few of her arrests, they've at least worked together a few times in the past year to develop a good rapport.

Pam turns to look at him and rolls her eyes. "No. I was just hoping that perhaps the Bat would be here instead."

"He's finishing up with that Zsasz situation." Tim tells her. "So, you're stuck with me."

"Any leads?" She asks.

That's confirmation for Tim that Ivy isn't behind the plants.

"None." Tim replies.

Ivy hums in response.

"It's not any plant I've seen. I don't think it's even from Earth."

"Fan-freaking-tastic…" Tim sighs. This is just what he needs, a freaking alien plant. "Should probably get the Justice League on this if you think it's extraterrestrial."

Ivy doesn't look convinced. "Must we?"

"I think it's best, Dr. Isley. They're better equipped to find its origin and an antidote. I've been trying to make one myself, but it hasn't been as effective as I want."

Ivy sighs. "Fine. Can I ask you to keep me posted on how this shakes up? I've had a few too many dirty looks in my direction."

Tim nods. "Of course."

"Thanks, Little Bird."

Tom rolls his eyes. "I'm 17 now, you know."

Pam smiles at him with a bit of fondness in her eyes and walks away. "Yes, but you'll always be a Little Bird to me."

"Dr. Isley!" Tim calls. Pam halts and turns to look at him. "Don't let anyone look down on you, okay? Gothamites don't have the moral high ground most of the time."

Ivy simply smiles softly at him and leaves.

"Time to get a sample to JL." Tim mutters to himself as he harvests a few of the plants.

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It's day six of less than four hours of sleep total, and it's actually starting to bother Tim. He's still so busy, though. The Justice League is taking care of the plant situation, Zsasz is in Arkham (with Jason nursing three broken ribs and a sprained wrist), and two of the three WE marketing packages are complete. However, not a single one of Tim's assignments is done, and Tim has two more cases to add to his workload. He's slumping over the desk in Bruce's office. He was kicked out of the Cave about an hour ago by Bruce, who apparently needed to have a meeting with Superman and Flash. Tim hopes it's about the plants, but he's unable to spy as he really needs to finish his schoolwork so he can start writing the reports from his previous cases. He's still trying to find the supplier for Cane, too. He’s minutes away from a full-blown migraine and typing mindlessly on the computer when he hears a knock on the door.

"Tim? You in there?" Dick's voice comes from the other side of the door.

Tim grunts in response.

Dick opens the door. "What're you doing in Bruce's office?"

"M'workin'." Tim winces at how slurred his speech is.

"On what?" Dick asks; he's behind Tim now, leaning over him and staring at the computer Tim's working on.

"School crap, some WE stuff, and a case or two."

"How’s it going?"

Tim shrugs.

"So, I’ve heard from a few birds you’re not sleeping much."

Tim lets his head fall to the desk as he groans. "Tell Jason to mind his own business."

Tim can hear the soft smile on Dick’s face. "It wasn’t just Jason."

Tim looks up at his older brother. "M’fine. I’ve gotten a few hours here and there."

Dick smiles that sad smile of his, which makes Tim feel like absolute shit.

"I’m fine Dick; I promise."

"I wish I could believe you," says Dick. "But you’ve got the worst truth-telling record in this family."

"What?! No way! Bruce holds that title, c’mon!" Tim practically shouts.

Dick seems to consider what Tim says. "Okay, second worst."

Tim scowls at him.

"Grayson, I--oh." Damian is suddenly in the room, scowling at Tim immediately. "Drake, you look terrible."

"No one asked for your opinion, Demon Brat." Tim responds, barely stopping himself from sticking his tongue out.

"Tt. Drake, this isn’t an insult. I do truly mean that you look terrible. When was the last time you slept? Also, are you ill?"

"You’re sick?" Dick’s voice is even more full of concern now.

"I’m not sick! I’m just a little tired." Tim sighs, rubbing his temples. The headache he’s been trying to stave off the last three days is significantly closer than just a few minutes ago.

"Headache, too?" Dick asks kindly.

"Yes, because you and the Baby Assassin are bothering me." Tim mumbles. There’s no real heat behind it.

"I loathe that name." Damian says.

Dick ruffles his hair, garnering a squawk from Damian. "It’s a term of endearment Dee. It means Timmy loves you."

Both Tim and Damian snort at the same time.

"Can I please finish my work?" Tim asks tiredly. He can feel a full-blown migraine coming on, and he thinks that he may be overdoing it somewhat.

"Uh…Tim? You’re not exactly making sense with your…work." Dick winces as he shows Tim the computer screen.

"Oh."

On the screen are just a bunch of letters and numbers all over the place.

Okay…maybe he really has pushed it too far.

"Will you please go to sleep?" Dick asks. He bends down in front of Tim, making himself eye level. Dick places a hand on Tim’s forehead, checking for a fever.

"I will as soon as I finish my school assignments." Tim semi-promises. Sleep doesn’t come as easy to Tim as it does to most people, especially once he’s this far gone.

Dick sighs, but stands and motions for Damian to follow him out.

"Drake…honestly." Damian sighs as he takes a look at Tim.

"Damian, I’m okay."

"Tt."

The door closes and Tim grabs another energy drink from the minifridge and downs it. With a shake of his aching head, Tim focuses on the work in front of him.

Three hours later, Tim’s completely engrossed on the last page of his paper for his English class when Bruce comes in. He looks surprised to see Tim.

"Oh, hey Tim. I didn’t know you were in here." Bruce says.

"You kicked me outta the Cave," Tim replies. "And I wanted to use your two monitors. I can leave if you need me to." Tim is rising as he says this, he stumbles a bit and Bruce is by his side with Tim’s elbow in his hand.

"Easy there, kiddo." Bruce soothes, helping Tim to sit back down. "I don’t mind you using my office. It’s free for you to use when you want. However, I do mind you almost falling for simply standing up. Are you injured?"

"No…I-I’m fine. Just been up a little longer than I should’ve, probably."

"He’s been up for six days." A, quite frankly, livid, voice says from the doorway. Tim’s head whips up and he sees Damian standing there, hands clenched into tight fists, and one of the angriest expressions Tim has ever seen gracing his face. Dick is behind him, and so is Jason, both looking angry and sad and exasperated all at the same time. Bruce looks shocked, which is saying something. He turns to look down at Tim.

"Is this true?"

Tim gulps, but isn’t able to say anything because Damian cuts across him. "Do not even attempt to lie. I looked at the security footage. You haven’t spent more than two hours at a time in any one room in this house, excluding the Cave. However, you haven’t slept there either because the Cave security footage hasn’t shown you sleeping at any point!"

"Damian…I-"

Damian raises a hand to stop Tim. "I don’t want to hear it. You may have no forethought to your health and wellbeing, but others do. And if you are going to insist on attempting to take yourself away from us earlier than what is the normal lifespan of an adult male in America, then you’re going to do so fighting me. And with the current state you’re in, it’d be an even more pathetic fight than when you’re in full form."

Jason places a hand on Damian’s shoulder, which Tim expects him to throw off. However, Damian doesn’t. In fact, it looks like it anchors their youngest sibling.

"Honestly Tim, six days? Even for you that’s excessive." Jason says.

"Bed." Bruce demands. It’s not his Batman voice. It’s not even his angry voice. It’s the voice he uses when he won’t budge. It’s the voice he uses when he’s in meetings and flexing his full CEO authority. It’s the voice he learned from Alfred. It’s the voice he uses when there’s no room for argument.

Tim tries anyway, though, because he has no sense of self-preservation. "Bruce I need to finish my homework, I--"

"You have a death wish, Timmy." Dick sighs.

"You can go to sleep on your own, or I can administer something to help. That is the only choice you’re going to receive for the next several days." Bruce states. Now he sounds (and looks) angry. Tim knows he’s pushing it…has pushed it. He does. He just…there’s so much he needs to do. And Bruce can’t seriously be trying to ground him.

"You can’t ground me, Bruce, I’m 17-"

"You can go to sleep on your own or I can administer something to help." Bruce says it quietly, but Tim hears and sees the fury simmering there.

Tim swallows again; he looks to his two older siblings and knows there will be no help. Jason looks exasperated beyond all reason. Dick looks like Tim just kicked his dog and then set his house on fire. He doesn’t have to look at Damian to know he looks exactly like Bruce.

He’s lost. He knows he’s lost.

"I…I may need some help." Tim admits quietly, feeling his face heat up extensively.

Bruce’s fury melts a bit at that. "I’ll have Alfred make the tea."

"He’s got a headache, too. Add some acetaminophen. We’ll get him to bed, Bruce." Dick says. He reaches for Tim and helps steer him out of the room and to the stairs. Jason and Damian follow.

"You don’t have to follow me; I’m seriously going to go to my room." Tim tells them.

"Tt. Your word on this matter means very little."

"Sorry, Baby Bird. I agree with Baby Bat." Jason tells Tim. "You’ve seriously crossed the line this time."

Tim hangs his head in shame.

"Not now guys." Dick retorts rather sharply. Tim doesn’t deserve Dick’s kindness.

"M’sorry." Tim tells them as they reach his room. "I didn’t mean for it to go on this long. Honestly."

Dick shushes him as he looks for some pajamas.

"No. Seriously. I didn’t…I don’t mean to…" Tim can feel the tears welling in his eyes. It’s frustrating beyond reason.

"Get dressed, and get in bed, Timmers." Dick presses a kiss to the top of his head as he and the others walk out.

Tim does as he’s told. The tears spill onto his cheeks. He knows he’s truly screwed everything up. Everyone is furious with him. He can only imagine the lecture he’s going to get from Alfred. He’s not just going to be grounded; he’s going to be benched permanently. If he can’t be trusted to sleep like a normal human being, he definitely can’t be trusted out in the field. His head starts pounding even harder, and he stumbles into his bed with his knees curled into his stomach.

"Tim?" Bruce is walking in, but Tim is trying really hard to get air into his lungs. He feels Bruce grab his shoulders and set him into a sitting position. One of Bruce’s hands grabs his and places it on the older man’s chest, right over his heart. The other hand grabs the back of Tim’s neck, resting there lightly.

"Breathe with me, kiddo."

Tim tries his hardest to focus on the beating of Bruce’s heart, of the movement of his chest rising and falling. Bruce squeezes his hand very exhale, trying to anchor him, Tim assumes. It takes some time, but eventually Tim’s breathing slows and returns to normal. It has been almost a year since Tim last had a panic attack. He forgot how much they suck.

"Whatever you’re thinking," says Bruce. "I promise isn’t true. No one is going to kick you out, no one is going to fire you, and no one hates you or is mad at you."

"Damian is both of those last things. And you’re all mad. I get it." Tim replies.

Bruce hands him the steaming mug of drugged tea. If Tim knows Alfred as well as he thinks he does, there’s definitely a high dose of sleeping aid in the tea. Tim sips it at first, but downs it quickly, feeling it burn his throat.

"Slow down there, Tim." Bruce chastises. "You don’t need to punish yourself."

"I just wanna go to bed." Tim tells his adopted father. Bruce looks at him with those sad eyes of his, making Tim feel a million times worse, which is really saying something because he feels like dog shit.

"Sweetheart, c’mere." Bruce climbs into the bed and lifts up his arm, offering Tim to snuggle in, which the boy does. "We’re mad, yes. We’re mad that you seem to be unable to take care of yourself properly. We’re mad that you always push yourself too far. We’re mad that we don’t catch it quick enough to help. But we’re not mad at you in the sense that is going through your head. We all love you."

Tim wants to believe it.

"Not even Damian doesn’t hate you."

Tim snorts.

"He doesn’t." Bruce insists, digging his fingers into Tim’s ribs. Tim gasps and laughs as Bruce doesn’t let up.

"Stahap!" Tim begs. Tim is seriously ticklish on his ribs; it’s one of his worst spots, and Bruce knows it.

Bruce chuckles fondly as he brings both hands to Tim’s ribcage. Tim is letting out some serious giggles now. He’s trying to fight against Bruce, but the tea is setting in, and Tim’s not the most coordinated person when tickled.

"Promise to sleep and not stay up for six days straight ever again?" Bruce asks, not ceasing his tickle attack. He digs his fingers in between the bones of Tim’s ribs.

"Yehehes! I-I prohohomise!" Tim gets out, squirming madly. It tickles so damn much!

Bruce finally stops tickling. Tim sags into Bruce’s side while he rubs his ribs to get rid of the residual tickly feelings.

"You’re too good at that." Tim tells him.

Bruce kisses the top of his head. "You’re too easy. I think you may be more ticklish than Damian."

Now that was interesting information.

"Damian is ticklish?!"

Bruce winces. "I don’t think I was supposed to mention that."

"Oh th-thaaaat--" Tim cuts himself off with a loud yawn.

"Bed." Bruce says, pressing another kiss against the top of Tim’s head. "No worrying either, we can talk tomorrow about better ways to keep yourself healthy."

"G’night, dad." Tim whispers, already falling asleep.

"Good night, son."

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When Tim wakes up, he’s dazed and confused. The sun is gone and his clock tells him it’s nine at night.

"It’s been 18 hours, Drake."

Tim whips his head and sees Damian sketching in the armchair next to his bed.

"What?"

"You slept for 18 hours," Damian repeats, sounding thoroughly annoyed. "Pennyworth has a plate of dinner waiting for you when you are ready to eat."

Tim scrubs a hand down his face. "Eighteen hours, huh?"

"With the amount of stress you put on your body, I am shocked you didn’t sleep longer."

"Yeah…wasn’t my best plan I guess."

"Tt. Consider it your worst. That is saying something, too, as you usually have terrible plans." There’s no real heat behind Damian’s words. The two of them have grown a lot since Damian first came. They respect one another now. They work pretty well together, too. Their form of communication may look especially harsh to an outsider, but to them, it’s brotherly banter.

Tim rolls his eyes. "Pretty sure I was the one who took down Zsasz earlier this week."

Damian looks at him. "Father and Todd took him down."

"Physically, maybe. But it was me who found out everything. So, if you think about it, it was all of my plans that took him down."

"Tt. In your dreams, Drake."

Tim moves to sit on the side of his bed. "Hey."

Damian looks at him once more. "What?"

"I’m sorry for scaring you," Tim apologizes. "I didn’t mean to."

Damian replies stiffly, "I was not scared. I was mad at your stupidity."

"I’m sorry for making you mad, then."

Damian scowls deeply at him. "Do you realize the stress you put on others when you pull these types of stunts? We have enough stress without others adding to it with idiotic decisions. You need to better care for yourself. You aren’t a machine, Drake, and you’re not alone. There are others in this family that could’ve taken a case or two. Furthermore, you hate school, so I do not understand your need to finish assignments you don’t care about."

Tim feels really bad.

"I didn’t do it on purpose, if that helps." Tim tells his little brother. "I get…focused, I guess. I know you guys can help me, I just…I dunno. I feel like I can do it better, I suppose. That’s really narcissistic of me, I know."

Damian only scowls further. "You aren’t a narcissist; you’re an idiot. There’s a difference."

"How many more times are you going to call me an idiot?" Tim asks, a wry smile on his face.

"As many times as it takes." Damian smirks.

Tim rolls his eyes this time. He stands and squats in front of the chair so he’s eye level with Damian. "I won’t do it again."

"Tt."

Tim places a hand on Damian’s shoulder. "I promise, Damian."

Damian looks at Tim now. "You…you are important to this family."

"Does that include you?" Tim teases.

Damian shoves Tim’s hand off his shoulders. "Ugh. I’m finished with this sappy moment. I’m leaving."

Domain tries to stand to leave, but Tim is feeling much better after his sleep, and he’s in a mischievous mood, so he grabs Damian around the waist and pulls him into a hug.

"Drake! Unhand me!"

"We have to hug, Demon," says Tim. "Dickie will be upset if we don’t."

Damian is squirming furiously as he attempts to free himself from Tim’s grip. "Grayson isn’t even here!"

"He could walk in any minute, though. I wanna make sure we do him proud!" Tim squeezes tighter, causing Damian to yelp. It reminds Tim of what Bruce told him before he fell asleep.

Tim smiles deviously. "I heard some interesting information about you from Bruce." Tim places his hands on Damian’s sides with his fingers curled in, an evil grin growing as he feels Damian instantly still.

"Drake…" It’s a warning, but Tim isn’t concerned.

"Damian."

"Whatever Father told you, h-he was clearly lying!" Damian still doesn’t move, and Tim knows it’s because every movement would tickle with the way Tim’s hands are positioned.

"Bruce lies at times," Tim concedes. "But I don’t think he was lying about this. Tell me, Dee, are you ticklish?"

Damian’s eyes go wide. "N-No! Of c-course not!"

"Bruce said you were."

"He lied!"

Tim shrugs his shoulders, pretending to give up. However, the moment Damian relaxes, Tim tosses the smaller boy on the bed and pounces, immediately tickling Damian’s stomach.

"DRAKE!" Damian absolutely screeches. Tim knows he’s going to die after this, but he’s okay with it. Damian succumbs to laughter rather quickly. He has such a cute laugh, sounding and looking like the 12-year-old he is.

"Bruce was right!" Tim crows. He scrabbles all 10 of his fingers all around Damian’s belly. The closer he gets to Damian’s sides and ribs, the louder his laughter gets, and the more he squirms. Damian seems to be like Tim, though, and super uncoordinated when tickled because Tim is still alive and breathing. Damian is swearing like a sailor at him, but that’s about it.

"What the fuck is going on in--oh…now this is good."

Tim looks at the doorway, not pausing his tickly assault on Damian’s torso, and sees Jason with the biggest grin on his face that Tim’s ever seen.

"T-Tohohodd! I r-require assISTANCE!" Damian squeals out the last part of the word as Tim shoots his arms to Damian’s underarms.

"I think Timmy requires my assistance," Jason’s grin turns more shark-like. "How did I not know you were ticklish, Baby Bat?"

Damian doesn’t answer. He’s too busy holding his middle as best he can, laughter pouring out of his mouth. His heels are drumming against the bed, and Tim is grinning widely himself. He’s never heard Damian laugh like this before.

"Are you guys killing Damian?" Dick enters the room next. "Oh…you’re just tickling him. Try his neck next, Timmy. That’s his death spot."

"GRAYHAYSON!" Damian shrieks as Tim lightly pinches at the back of Damian’s neck. Damian’s laughter goes high pitched. "T-TIM, pleheHEASE!"

It went on for two more minutes before Dick rescues Damian by telling Tim to stop. Tim moves off Damian and grins down at the panting boy. "You called me by my name."

Damian pants for another few seconds, a silly grin on his face. It doesn’t last long, though, because he soon scowls fiercer than Tim’s ever seen and then jumps at Tim. Dick catches him around the middle and holds Damian away from Tim.

"Let me go, Grayson! I will have my revenge!"

"Sorry Dames, but Tim needs to eat. He needs to sleep after that, again--don’t look at me like that, Tim--and you need to get ready for patrol."

Damian flips Tim off but stops struggling against Dick’s hold. Dick sets him down and grins. "Everyone’s ticklish, Damian. If you can imagine it, Tim’s probably more ticklish than you."

"Dick!" Tim throws his oldest brother a betrayed look.

"Oh definitely. The kid’s ribs are like a 10 on the Richter scale," Jason adds. "One poke to his ribs has him swearing his first born to you. He’s deathly ticklish on his ribs."

"Jason!" Tim throws the same betrayed look to his immediate older brother.

"Sorry, little brother. It’s true." Dick laughs.

Tim looks at Damian and gulps. Damian looks smug. No, he looks worse than smug. He looks like he’s plotting.

"Damian…I-I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again!" Tim has his hands up.

"Oh, I know it won’t. I’ll ensure the lesson you learn will keep you from making that mistake ever again."

"Oh! Are we going to tickle Tim next?" Dick asks. "It’s been a while!"

"You asshats are gonna leave me alone!" Tim warns. "Remember, I have lots of pictures that I can release on the internet at a moment’s notice."

"He’s bluffing." Jason snorts. "He won’t post them on the internet, Bruce would kill him."

Damian’s smirk grows.

"I’m totally in on this plan, though," Jason continues. "Tickling Tim till he forgets his own damn name sounds like fun."

Tim feels his stomach flip flop with excitement and trepidation. He’s never been teamed up against like that and has no clue what it’ll feel like, but he has a feeling he’s about to find out.

"What about you, Grayon? Will you join in my revenge?" Damian asks.

Tim sends a pleading look to Dick.

"Well…he really needs to eat." Dick says. Tim sighs in relief. "But I suppose he can wait another half hour or so."

"Half hour?! The fu-NO! Nohoho!"

Tim doesn’t do much more than laugh for quite some time.

#kourtni writes things #tim drake #ticklish!tim #jason todd #damian wayne #dick grayson #ticklish!damian #batman #batfam #batman fic #batfamily fic #tickling

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titters-and-tingles · 4 months

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Hello @fluffyweeby and, happy holidays I believe? I don't celebrate Christmas but I looked it up and apparently it's from December 25th all the way til January 5th! You learn something new every day.

Here's your gift for the @squealing-santa !!

Last Cookie

Fandom- Batman: Wayne Family Adventures

It's a tickle fight between Jason and Dick ^-^!

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When Jason gets back from patrol, all he wants is a sweet treat to take the edge off. The cookie jar had been full this morning, so it was reasonable to assume that there would be some for him now.

No such luck. The jar is sitting out on the table, empty. Beside it is Dick.

He's caught dead, a cookie halfway to his mouth.

They make eye contact.

Dick smiles a disarming smile. "Hey Jason."

Jason smiles back, all teeth. "Dick." He steps forward. "That's the last cookie."

"Sure is. First come, first serve."

"Not when you already ate the whole jar by yourself."

A guilty look crosses Dick's face. And then he stuffs the cookie into his mouth.

Jason raises a single eyebrow.

"Whoops?"

And Jason is pushing up his sleeves and advancing on him. "You're gonna regret that." He gives his fingers a little wiggle for emphasis.

"Don't you even think about it." Dick's backing away, arms raised.

A grin finds its way onto Jason's face. "Ohh, you'd better watch it dickwing."

And the chase is on, Dick darting around the corridors, Jason in quick pursuit.

They pass Alfred, dusting the corner of a large bookshelf, who says: "No running in the halls."

They don't falter.

Dick's making a beeline for the batcave, and Jason is picking up pace. He tackles him down the stairs, and they land in an awkward pile in the ground.

Jason's fingers bury themselves in Dick's sides and he shrieks. "Get ahahaoff of mehehe you maniahac!" He kicks his legs, like he's still trying to run away.

"Should've kept your hands off the cookies, Dick." One of Jason's hands has wiggled its way to Dick's belly, and he lets out startled squeak.

"Weehehehell YOU shohuhuhuld learn tohohoho share!" He says between his giggles.

"Share? Share?" One of the hands jumps into Dick's armpit and he let's out a 'nohohoho' of protest. "You finished them, Dick. You must've eaten like twenty cookies."

"IDIHEEHEDN'T," He bangs his fist against the ground in protest. "IhahahadlikeTWO!"

"Sure," And fingers are wiggling against his neck. Dick scrunches it, to no avail. "Two too many."

Dick yelps out a laugh at the sentence, and then at the way both of Jason's hands are back to kneading at his sides. "C'hohohomohohon!"

Dick's hand latches onto Jason's ankle, and he gives it a sharp yank, knocking him over. As soon as he's free, he scribbles his fingers on Jason's calve.

Jason shouts and tries to kick Dick in the face. Dick ducks it, snickering. "That all you got?"

"Gehehet off of me Dihihihick!" And Jason flips himself over, wiggling his fingers against Dick's neck, who's still clinging to Jason's calve.

"Lehehet gohoho!" Dick squeaks, trying to squirm away but also not let go at the same time.

Jason's face scrunches as he fights back laughter. "Y-hehe-you first!"

"What are you two doing?"

They both glance up to see that Tim was in the entrance of the hall, apparently trying to get past them.

"Dihihick ate ahahahall thehehehe cookies!" Jason tries to kick his leg out of Dick's grip.

"Nohoho I didn't!"

Tim looks between them, before swiftly hiding something behind his back, taking a smooth step backwards. "Can't believe he'd do that, well! I have to go, good luck settling this."

Dick and Jason exchange a look. "What's behind your back, Tim?"

Tim looks between the two of them, makes a split second decision, sticking the thing behind his back into his mouth and bolting.

Quickly, Dick and Jason shove each other off to chase after Tim, shouting after him.

As they pass Alfred, who is still dusting, he says: "No running in the hallways."

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Hope you like it!

#squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #batfam #batman: wayne family adventures #lee!dick grayson #ler!jason todd #tickle fight

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theritingraven · 1 year

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I was looking at Arkham Night character designs, why does everyone but Damian have cool tech ultra speed idk costumes and then Damian looks like he’s wearing a poncho 🤨

#damian wayne #arkham nights #non tickles #batfam

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project-zorthania · 11 months

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What's your ranking of all the robins from favorite to least favorite?

waattt, I love all of them equally!! How could I possibly rank my bubus from favourite to least favourite??? I definitely like to water and feed them all an equal amount *COUGH*ᶦᵗ'ˢᵈᶦᶜᵏ*COUGH* They're all such special and beautiful birbs!

Only Alfred Pennyworth type answers here today hahaha.

#i love dick grayson #it's no secret to anyone that's followed me here for a while now tho <3 #i do mean it when i say i love them all tho #they're all my blorbos #i just love how they all rile up bruce in their own special unique way #dicks relationship with bruce has always felt more on equal footing tho <3 and that's something that really tickles me #he's his moral compass #his greatest success #the most human touch to the batfamily #he's the first to have warmed bruce's heart after the death of his parents #the start of their found family #i love him #thanks for the ask!#mwah!#batfam #my asks

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anissapierce · 1 year

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Funny jay todd n Jefferson pierce thought after the jefferson lives at the wayne manor au i have in my head * and jason after coming back from death complaining that he should've asked that jefferson adopt him n so he could have cool siblings like Anissa and Jennifer and bc anissa hates dick and hates bruce the moment she heard about this (from grace who heard from roy who heard from dick) she relishes bringing it up on the rare occasion she sees bruce or dick. She nvr runs into jay but tells grace to pass it along next time she seems him that shed still gladly welcome him as her brother

(which of course just becomes a snowballing affair and jeff tries to jump in n say that its not nice to joke about and though he cared about jason as a child he doesnt condone his actions now but that if jason wanted to discuss with him like an adult hed be willing to do so because he does want to thank him for helping get him out of his jail but whnvr he calls jason picks up but doesnt answer)

*(jeff has recovered his powers bc of the first outsiders mission this was after bruce revealed his identity to the team but it doesnt have to be bc i can see Jeff knowing but pretending not to know when the team was around idk its an au. Also jason is adopted which imo fits the timeline i think bc if he showed in titans #18 and terra died in #44 and terras death was right before batman revealed his identity. But jeff doesnt want to return to his home bc outsiders stuff and also being worried about his powers and hurting his daughters ex wife or students.

Bruce suggests that as a trial run he can stay at his home already booby trapped with failsafes and help him Jasond social integration (an idea of alfreds) so jason can have someone around who might understand and help that transition to being around rich people at home and at school. Bc just plopping a kid in that kind of environment without the social structure to support them isn't good for the kid even if theyre getting good grades like jason is bc hes smart )

#i think my favorite idea thats tickled me since i was like sixteen is different heroes just posching bruces kids #just showing up once n being a better parent than bruce ever was and thr kids imprinting like baby ducks #w dick is superman that's obvious but w jay i rlly do think it's jefferson #n the one scrap i hold onto is jason helping w jeffersons wrong conviction #btw cass ... gets poached by babs she shouldve won custody but w dinah #batfam talk tag

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therandomfandomme · 2 months

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I know it's not really canon bc Alfred is seemingly ageless, but I like the idea that he was like 30-ish when Bruce was orphaned. Like Martha Wayne was like 20 when she had Bruce and 28 when she died with Thomas being 23 at Bruce's birth and 31 at the time of the shooting, while the butler they hired was around their age too (Alfred x Martha x Thomas rights), but Bruce never realized bc Alfred goes gray early and is, again, ageless. So, he is like panicking at 21 having acquired a nine year old and he's like 34 when Damian comes in his life and by the time the batfam has settled he's nearly forty and he asks Alfred how the fuck he kept up with him before he calmed down a bit as a teen bc he had a purpose and then fucked off to go train and Alfred just goes "I was ten years younger than you're now, sir, I also don't know how you do it. Have you looked into the Batman retirement plans more?" and it's only then that Bruce learns Alfred also had not fucking clue what he was doing and was pretty young (though way more reasonable than Bruce with Dick's adoption) to have a whole ass child as a responsiblity. Just the idea that they're closer in age tickles me

#rrrambles #dc #batman #dc comics #detective comics #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #batfam headcanons #batfam #batfamily #dc headcanon #alfred pennyworth x thomas wayhe x marth wayne #martha wayne #thomas wayne #good parent bruce wayne #tired dad bruce wayne

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blughxreader · 4 months

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funny idea on how you meet platonic yandere batfam…

Billion/millionaires don’t go to the movies like the average person, right? They go to exclusive screenings and have contracts with movie licensers to screen the shows at their home cinema.

I’m not sure about how it’s actually done, but wouldn’t it be funny if the Wayne Manor legally had a cinema franchise instead of a regular movie room? They just have “Malco” branding everywhere and contract all the latest movies like a regular cinema.

Enter you, who found the Wayne’s Malco on the official website but didn’t realize it was INSIDE their fucking house, so you stroll up to the door and are greeted by Alfred.

And the Waynes, with a long history of humoring guests, actually let you inside.

It tickles Bruce to much that he actually takes a break from work to watch a movie with you, and Damian curiously sits in as well.

Cue the start of their obsession with you.

#yandere batfam #platonic yandere #platonic yandere batfam #yandere x reader #yandere dc #yandere batman #platonic yandere batman #platonic yandere batfamily #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios

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fluffyweeby · 7 months

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Tickletober day 9 - Lie

Prompts by @tickletober

That’s part 2 to Tickletober day 8!

#tickle art #augtickletober2023 #tickletober #batman tickles #batboys #batfam #ler!bruce #ler!batman #lee!cass #lee!jason #tickle fluff #tickle fanart #tickle comic #at this point it’s more like a quick sketch but I wanted to post it and I’m already late so don’t eat me pls 🥹

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jasmines-library · 1 month

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I know i’ve already sent in a lot of requests, i practically live in your inbox(not sorry), but i just wanted to know if you could whip up some really angsty stuff?

Maybe something with reader being on patrol and she just randomly passes out and just won’t wake up again?

idk, i’m just craving your content😞🙏

Veins

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Note: Anything for you my love. Dont feel bad for sending them in, i smile everytime your name is in my inbox. sorry for the wait. :))

Warnings: Poison/drugging, passing out, needles, ivs but non graphic

Word Count: 1.3k

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There it was again. That funny feeling. You couldn’t quite place it, but it tickled the back of your mind. Physically, you felt fine. There was just something off about the whole night. Tim was running alongside you, the soles of his boots making little to no noise as he weaved nimbly down the street. Dick was slightly ahead; you were watching his six.The three of you were currently pursuing Poison Ivy, who royally pissed off, was threatening to release a batch of poisons into the water supply; naturally, it was your job to try and stop her before she could actually get there. Batman was also in pursuit, but he was coming from the other side of the city which meant that the chances of you and your brothers stopping Ivy before she got there were pretty high.

You had almost caught up with Ivy when it happened. You could see her ahead, her torn clothes flapping against the winds that whipped between the skyscrapers and whistled down the alleyways. You pushed yourself to run faster, feeling the burn in your calves as you raced towards her auburn figure. You would have caught her if you didn’t catch a glimpse of one of her goons perched on a window ledge. It was dark, but you could practically see his crooked grin as he leered down at the three unsuspecting vigilantes. By the time you had realised what was actually happening, it was too late.

The needle dug deep into your neck, with such a blunt force that you would have yelped if you didn’t have the sense to plaster your hand over your lips. It stung and would most certainly leave a bruise later. But what worried you was not, the soon to be bruise, but the groggy sensation that began to settle over you.

Blindly reaching for the syringe, you pulled it from your neck with a grunt. It clattered to the floor. Everything seemed to swim before you in a mix of colours. It made you feel sick. And suddenly your body felt numb, stubborn limbs refusing to move how they normally would. You lurched forward stumbling and trying to grip onto the wall to keep yourself upright. It was hardly any use though; whatever they had stuck you with made it nearly impossible to tell which way was up as your world span. You had fallen behind, moving without a coherent thought as you tried to keep up with the speck that you thought was Tim. Everything was too loud, but you could make out no sounds, just a piercing ringing.

“R’vn…” Someone was talking to you. You weren’t even aware you had stopped and hands swam in front of your face. Touching. Someone was touching you; their hands were against your shoulders trying to keep you upright. But who…

There was no face in front of you. Only a mangled mess of colours and an echo of your code name frantically falling from their lips. They were trying to get you to respond, to say anything but your eyes and glassed over and your limbs had fallen limp in against the stone wall you had been stumbling against.

And then your body gave up completely.

Tim had to scramble to catch your body as you keeled over, ragdolling into his arms with limbs splayed out in each direction. He cursed, panicked and settled you down on the ground to stand over you. Wide eyed, he pressed the emergency signal on his coms, praying that Dick would get to you quickly and that Batman was close enough to catch Ivy.

He tried your name again, shaking you by the shoulders. There was no response; your head just lolled to the side. It was then that he realised your body was hot. Far too hot. He struggled to get off his glove before pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You didn’t even stir.

“Son of a bitch.” Dick skidded to a stop beside his brother, palling at the sight of you on the ground. “What happened?”

“I-i don’t know. She was fine one minute and the next she practically collapsed against the wall-” Tim stuttered, unable to keep his composure. Usually, he was the one with the steady hand they could all rely on, but now he was completely short circuiting.

With a curt nod, Dick tried to shake you awake, calling your name.

“I tried that.” Tim stated.

Dick nearly snapped at his brother for making an irritating statement when he saw the lines spider-webbing up your neck. They were thin and black, spindling out like branches of a tree devoid of its leaves. Twisting your head gently to the side, Dick revealed it to Tim who swallowed thickly.

“Drugged?” He asked meekly.

Dick shook his head. “Poisoned.”

Tim shifted his vision anxiously between Dick and you. His head perked up when something clattered off to their right. Dick was up in an instant, standing over you with his escrima sticks flickering with their angry blue charge. Tim reddied his bo staff.

“Go find them.” Nightwing ordered, standing over you protectively. “I’ll watch her.”

Tim darted off for a moment as the older boy watched you with shifty eyes, hardly relaxing when he returned a few moments later. By that time you had begun sweating and your skin had grown clammy and gaunt .When he looked at him with optimistic eyes, the younger boy shook his head.

“Nothing. But I did find this.” He produced a small syringe filled with a dark green liquid. The one you had pulled frantically from your neck.

“Good! That's good.” Dick exclaimed, taking a shaky breath. “We need to get her back to the cave. Page Alfred. Get him to prepare the infirmary.”

“On it.”

Sliding his hands under your body, he scooped up your limbs with ease. “Hang in there, kiddo.”

“Get her on the bed, quick.”

Alfred was on the two boys as soon as he heard the cave entrance fling open. Dick was sling clinging to you as he bustled through the door, hot on Tim’s heels who forced everyone out of the way. They all watched you with worried creases etched onto their complexions.

Dick lay you down on the bed. As soon as he was out of the way Alfred was replacing the empty space beside you, inspecting the spread of the poison. It had now begun to crawl down your arms and up the side of your face. Your features seemed sunken and your heart rate was dangerously slow.

He reached for a needle of his own, sliding it into your skin before hooking you up to an IV.

“What’s that?” Tim asked. His voice wavered.

“Hopefully an antidote and some fluids to flush it out of her system. Babs managed to analyse the sample you sent over. The poison is lethal, but because she managed to pull it out before the whole thing entered her system, we think this should help.”

“And if it doesn't?” Jason’s voice asked from where he had been lingering in the doorway.

“Let's hope it does.”

It took much longer than they had hoped for you to wake up, but nevertheless you did. Slowly but surely you cracked open your eyes and blinked at them groggily. It seemed that Alfred and Babs had been spot on; the antidote worked, but it made everyone nervous to think that if you hadn’t pulled out the toxin when you had, the situation could have been very different. Damian cringed at the thought.

They had all been there when you woke up. They had been taking it in turns to watch you because they couldn;t bear the thought of you waking up alone, but when Jason called out that you were stirring they all rushed to your side to sit with you.

It was nice to wake up with the all beside you, despite the fact that you felt like death. Probably because you had been so close to it.

Ivy was arrested and sent to Arkham without much of a second thought.Batman had caught her before she managed to release the rest of her poisons. She had made an attempt on your life. It was safe to say that she deserved jail time for that, though there was no saying how long she was actually going to stay there for.

The air was much lighter in the manor now that you were awake. You were still on bed rest for a short while, much to your protests and grumbling. But, luckily for you you were surrounded by a whole handful of people that wanted to do things for you that you didn’t even need help with. Not that you minded too much… Either way, they were there for you completely throughout your recovery, glad that you were going to be just fine.

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