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notalwaysdead · 3 years

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The storyline I need from DC:

Jason to adopt Tyler.

He sorts out a civilian identity and go to college because he needs to be a good role model to Tyler, and Red Hood is not it. No kids of his is going to be running about Gotham roof tops getting murdered.

Next is a job at the campus library/local bookstore so that he has a legitimate income and can get a nice apartment.

Somehow he needs to be roped into weekly dinners by Dick (probably through heavy use of Its what Alfred would have wanted!)

Eventually dinner includes Bruce...who just melts when he meets Tyler. Like, he ADORES him.

Every good part of his relationships with the kids gets brought out. He loves being a grandad.

One night, Jason gets back to the house where Tyler is staying with Bruce, and he is supposed to be in bed, but he had a nightmare. So he is on the sofa, wrapped up an a blanket and Bruce’s arms, and B is quietly singing.

Also, being Roy and Jason having playdates and venting about single parenthood over pizza.

#jason todd #batdad #batgrandad #Bruce and ollie getting distracted by talking about their grandkids in league meetings #Them all trying to keep the family business secret from Tyler #Tyler keeping Red Hood a 'secret' from the rest of the family.#Tyler telling Bruce he loves him every time he says goodbye #and getting upset when Bruce doesn't say it back #then bruce says it EVERY.SINGLE.TIME.

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galahadwilder · 6 years

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Please Imagine:

Thomas Wayne Batman meets Red Hood Jason Todd.

I foresee two reactions from my dear Todd-ling: first, immediately going to Bruce and screaming, "Your DAD uses guns, why can't I?"

Second, Jason slaps the guns out of Thomas's hands, chanting "No Guns! No Guns! No Guns!" in as aggravating an impression of Bruce as he can manage

Either way, I foresee a very confused Batgrandad thinking "what the hell kind of family is my son raising"

#batfam #batfamily #batfam headcanons #thomas wayne #batman #flashpoint!batman #earth 2 #jason todd #the red hood #thomas wayne!batman #batgrandad

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squiddybeifong · 5 years

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The Hunt

Wayne Manor was a fucking madhouse.

It usually was, of course. But especially today.

Raven crouched down behind a pair of topiaries, blinking incredulously as she watched Tim jump out of the fountain to side-tackle Jason in an attempt to knock the basket out of his hand. A few choice words escaped the man as he lost his balance, sending chocolate pieces and pastel shells flying. Dick scampered out of hiding, propelling down and cackling like a maniac as he hid the free eggs in his shirt.

The acrobat sprinted off again, blowing a kiss to Babs as he just barely dodged a trap, only losing one egg in his flip. One of Damian’s shurikens stole a square of chocolate, followed by a chorus of “No weapons!” from the rest of the (still expertly hidden) family.

The mystic clutched her basket tight to her chest, jumping as Steph silently snuck up next to her. The blonde was practically vibrating in excitement, “Heya, Babe.”

She pecked the empath’s cheek and sat down next to her, quickly counting all the brightly dyed eggs that were stacked in her basket. She raised a brow as her girlfriend bemoaned, “What chaos did you bring me to?”

Steph couldn’t hide her laugh but she tried to muffle it, lest one of the Bats figure out their spot. Shaking her head, she raised a candy egg as if it were obvious (which it was), shifting the real dyed ones into her lap, “Easter egg hunt.”

Raven let out a sigh and let her head fall back. She bit back a smile as she felt the spike of Steph’s emotions as the blonde watched her swallow the air in her throat. Amethyst eyes flicked to the Manor, “Batfam style?”

“Yep!” The blonde popped her ‘P’ and leaned back, taking a bite of the chocolate egg. She tilted her head when Raven bit the inside of her cheek and handed her one of the foil-wrapped candies that were intermingled with her eggs.

“I didn’t even think you guys celebrated Easter.”

“Eh, we’re sorta hodgepodge when it comes to the holidays. But egg hunts mean prizes and cheap chocolate is the beeeest so,” Steph giggled, resting her head on the ex-Titan’s shoulder. She raised her hand, unwrapping one of the big chocolate rabbits. Its eyes weren’t properly molded and the scent of chocolate filled the air between them, “You want any?”

Raven sniffed the candy but shook her head. She poked her girlfriend’s hand away and pressed a peck to her temple, “I’m honored, but no.”

Steph snickered and Raven shifted closer, a soft “Shut up” escaping as she rested her chin on top of blonde strands. Her Bat raised her head and Raven’s nose scrunched up a half second before Duke and Tim practically pounced on each other, scrambling for a half-buried nest balanced in a statue’s frozen arms.

A particularly dangerous looking flip make the demoness hum. She wondered if she’d need to heal anyone before the night was over and asked, “Do you guys really do this every year?”

“Yep! Alfred hides all the eggs and whoever ends up with the most gets his prize of the year.”

She paused and peeked past the hedge, silently looking for all of her kinda-siblings’ hiding spots. A snort escaped her at the sight of Bruce, who had elected to stuff himself with candy on the balcony as he watched the anarchy that was his children competing against themselves. Alfred rung out a bell, calling out “Ten minutes left!!”

Navy eyes narrowed as she realized who was missing. Steph licked her lips, her grip tightening on her basket as she revealed, “Cass is the reigning champ, obviously. I haven’t seen her yet.”

A sound escaped her girlfriend and she turned, watching as Raven’s brows furrowed as she finally thought about where the dancer was. “I… I can’t even feel her aura.” Rubbing at her temples, the healer let out an exasperated sigh as an explosion rocked the grounds, filling the air with bright confetti and more curses as someone lost a few eggs, “What is going on?”

They both pointedly ignored Damian’s screech of “Get back here, Gordon!” and the sound of Babs’ giddy laughter, accompanied by the skip of her wheels on the brickway.

Snickering as she watched them go (and happily noting that her stash alone was larger than the others), Steph kissed the mystic’s shoulder. “Pfft, you’re basically a Bat now, Rae,” Steph’s smile was bright as she winked at her girlfriend, grabbing her hand and savoring the flush that curled up the empath’s pale cheeks. “I figured you already knew that chaos is a normal thing around here.”

A hum escaped the Azarathian and she couldn’t help but ask, “Are kisses normal too?”

“Asking to make out in the middle of the egg hunt? Oh, how scandalous,” Steph purred out, her lopsided smile and future teases quickly covered by her love’s lips. Raven let go of her basket to pull the Bat closer, a soft groan escaping as Steph’s hands slid down to tug at her jean’s belt loops. Chuckling as their movements made the leaves rustle behind them, the demoness softly pulled away.

She licked her lips, softly tracing a scar that followed the curve of Steph’s jaw, “You taste like cheap chocolate.”

The blonde pecked her once, twice, her teeth softly sinking into Raven’s lower lip, “Tastes good, right?”

Raven chuckled and leaned in for another kiss, letting out a breathless squawk as a shadow flew over them and Cass appeared out of nowhere, snatching her basket and handspringing away in less than a second.

Violet eyes wide, Raven could only gape at her, her fingers going slack as they rested in blonde hair. Steph’s reaction was less calm, an indignant “CASS!!!” roaring out of her as she jumped to her feet.

She pushed her basket into the mage’s hands and took off after the now-cackling Bat, shouting out over her shoulder, “We’re winning this one, Babe! I promise!”

Raven blinked as she turned her gaze away from her lover’s retreating back, noting how all of the other Bats were now staring at her spot against the topiaries. Their curiosity and competitiveness hit her empathy all at once and Raven ran a tongue over her teeth at the stares directed at her.

Well not at her, but at the very full basket of eggs in her arms. Dick poked his head out from a bush and singsonged out a “No powers, Rae!” the same time Damian and Tim suddenly appeared at the ends of the hedges.

“Clever bats…” She grumbled, pulling her arms around the basket as she prepared to fight them off. The two robins shifted as Alfred’s bell rang out again, “Five minutes left!!”

Just great.

#stephrae #stephanie brown #raven #batfam #my writing #g o d i haven't had a good egg hunt in /years/ im feeling nostalgic #this is like the one holiday tradition where everyone can reasonably not pull back any punches so yknow #that's batfam and especially batgrandad certified (tm)#with a heaping helping of stephrae bc im love them #gosh i need some cheap chocolate kisses (n im not talking about hersheys)

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davidmann95 · 7 years

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Should Bruce consider Alfred his father?

It certainly makes sense for him to - Alfred essentially raised him, alongside his parents and then alone once they were gone. He was trusted enough in that regard that Thomas and Martha left Bruce to him, rather than Thomas’ parents or Martha’s brother. And he supports Bruce’s mission in a way that goes far beyond a manservant, even if he’s a close lifelong friend who’s at least conditionally onboard with the idea of cleaning up Gotham by wearing a fright mask to beat up Oswald Cobblepot. At almost 75 years in, it’s absolutely fair at this point to call his dedication the loyalty and love of a father towards his son, even when it’s not said outright.

At the same time, it doesn’t seem as if Bruce always thought of him that way: yes, it’s clear he’s always considered Alfred family ever since Year One reimagined him as having been there since Bruce’s childhood rather than being hired by him in adulthood, but he’s been pretty consistent in that his motivation was “My parents are dead”, rather than “two of the three are dead, Alfred’s all I have left”. There’s at least some kind of relative distance in play at first, probably not helped by Bruce leaving home shortly thereafter to spend twenty years learning seven working defenses from this position, one of which hurts. And while that gap is bridged over the years with what they go through together, Bruce Wayne isn’t exactly known for letting people in easily, so it’s not something he can probably easily acknowledge, especially in those rough-and-tumble pre-Robin days when he was punching S.W.A.T. cops through walls and fighting vampire-werewolves. By the time Bruce gets emotionally mature enough to acknowledge what’s going on there, they’ve already settled into the whole “Master Bruce”/patching up his wounds/giving each other shit routine. Don’t get me wrong, there’s few easier ways for a Batman book to get the waterworks going than for Bruce to call him “dad”, but I also get why that’s not a regular occurrence between the two of them. They’ve settled into a routine.

One thing that interests me in that regard though, is that for all he would like nothing more than for his boy to lay down his mantle and lead the contented life he deserves, he’s not Bruce’s father-figure in the same way as Thomas and Martha were.

He’s Batman’s.

Let’s see the rundown: Nazi-fightin’ soldier, SAS secret agent, acclaimed Shakespearean actor, expert combat medic, mechanic capable of helping patch together the Batcomputer and all of Bruce’s other vehicles, amateur detective, and an ineffable air of cool. If he wasn’t being Bruce Wayne’s butler, he’d be James Bond. Hell, Beware the Batman just straight-up made him Jason Statham. He’s exactly the kind of guy you’d expect to be the secret ace-in-the-hole of the greatest crimefighter of all time, and after that decades-long interlude of Bruce’s journeys, that’s where their relationship really begins in earnest. His advice for Bruce the billionaire playboy philanthropist is always in terms of how best to keep up the act - it’s Batman he gives his real care and wisdom, Batman he sews together and puts back on track when he loses his way, Batman’s cave where he most likely spends the bulk of his day cleaning bat-shit off the dinosaur. He knew Bruce, he remembers Bruce, but it’s Batman whose life he had the most impact on, and likely in large part inspired. So while Bruce may be the Batdad, I think it’s perfectly fair to declare Alfred the Batgrandad.

#Alfred #Batman #Opinion

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