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Honey Ties
sooooo this is for @bruciemilf bc every single time they bring up civilian!bruce wayne i feel like going insane. so i hope this is to ur liking!!!
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"At the very least, we get to spend the whole day together," Bruce bounced Damian in his arm, kissing his soft cheek when the baby turned to look at him, "it'll be fun!" Kissing the baby one more time Bruce began making his way downstairs, sure it was far too late for either of them to have barely woken up, especially for Bruce. However, the entire week had been on the busier side, what with a sudden spike of rogue attacks which meant that the ER had been that much more active. Then there had been trouble at the company with some of the WE Board members suddenly deciding to make Tim's company life difficult...
All in all, Bruce was tired and just wanted to get some good sleep, thankfully his kids seemed to have picked up on his desire for rest since the moment he got home from the hospital last night and almost immediately crashed onto his bed not once was he woken up. A miracle considering just how many kids he had and how much they loved his attention but they were good kids so, of course, they would want the best for their dad.
Smiling Bruce turned to look at Damian who turned to look at him at the same time, it was for only a moment that they looked at each other before the baby laughed brightly and rushed to look away as he brought his hands up to his mouth, it was a developing habit of his, covering his mouth whenever he laughed. Bruce found it ever endearing, chuckling he bounced the baby all the while he walked to the dining hall.
"What is it? Hm?" Nuzzling Damian's soft cheek with his nose Bruce asked, "why are you hiding?" His voice was but a whisper and although his eyes still felt heavy and sticky, and there was a certain ache to his muscles that throbbed all the way down to his bones Bruce's hold on his baby was secure and warm. "Baba is the happiest when his sweet baby is," pressing one final kiss onto Damian's cheeks he pulled back.
By now Bruce was basically shuffling through the doors of the dining hall. Adjusting Damian against his ribs he zeroed in on one of the only two places at the large table that had been set up with just the right amount of food.
Making his way over Bruce kissed the top of Damian's head as he lowered him down onto the baby's highchair despite it not being that old it appeared to be in desperate need of repairs. If he had known how excited Damian would get with utensils in his hands then Bruce would've asked for stronger, durable wood but alas...
"I'm not going anywhere..." his voice was soft as he placated the baby when he started to whine, it was always like that when Damian left his arms, "see, I'm right here, sweetheart." Settling in his own chair Bruce smiled fondly at the baby when he noticed tears beginning to gather in his eyes, "it's just until we finish breakfast," barely leaning over he rubbed right under the baby's teary eyes, crooning gently as he did. "There we go..."
"I see that the baby isn't too fussy today," Alfred's voice reached both of their ears at the same time that his footsteps did, "maybe he's finally getting used to eating in the highchair while you're present, Master Bruce." He spoke as he poured the man at the table orange juice, "At least I hope it's that."
Smiling Bruce picked up the glass and drank from it, watching as Alfred poured some watered-down apple juice into Damian's sippy cup so he could emulate his father to his little heart's content.
Smacking his lips softly Bruce set down his glass so he could pick up a small bowl of oatmeal with an even smaller spoon in it, turning to Damian he laughed quietly when he saw the baby's bright expression. Towards the meal rather than his father, surely.
Bruce fed Damian like how he always did, humming loudly while mimicking over-exaggerated eating motions, whenever it came to this there was no shame in Bruce's mind to process, never for his little baby.
"So... did the kids eat breakfast..?" Bruce's words were loose, concentrated on scooping the food that slipped through Damian's lips and down his chin back into his mouth but he still needed to know so he flickered his eyes up to Alfred for a second.
Humming the butler began prepping a plate for Bruce given how the man was far too occupied to even be thinking about himself, "with the exception of Master's Dick and Jason, yes," setting the plate in front of the man Alfred then moved on to pouring more juice in the half empty glass from before, "they had mentioned about being busy with work, at least that was what Master Dick had said, Master Jason, offered no details other than being 'busy.'"
Happy with the amount of oatmeal Damian had eaten Bruce leaned back into his chair before giving the baby a piece of cantaloupe to either eat or play with, turning to look at Alfred, Bruce nodded, "and Duke made it to school on time?" He had learned, much like everyone else that Jason was better left to his own devices, he would come back home no matter what. He always did. He was a good boy.
"Naturally," moving the almost empty bowl of oatmeal aside Alfred waited until Bruce had started eating before he kept going, "Miss Stephanie and Barbara stopped by for breakfast before taking Miss Cassandra out for some fun, they had spoken something about a new mall opening in Metropolis," peeking over at Bruce he was relieved when he saw the man digging into his food, well, Bruce Wayne's version of 'digging in' at the very least. "Master Tim left rather late but I didn't hear about any important meetings today so there's no reason to worry."
With that Bruce was all caught up for today.
Picking up his glass of juice Bruce took slow sips from it while turning to look at Damian who had actually eaten the fruit and was now staring at his father with ever-green eyes. Placing the glass back down Bruce sighed, pouting as he grabbed the cloth off his lap to wipe the baby's cheeks clean, "seems like it's just you and me for the rest of the day," Damian babbled as he smacked his sticky hand onto the highchair table, "that's right, sweetheart, the two of us and Alfred," looking up at the man with a smile he cleaned Damian's hands as best he could before picking him back up.
The sequel of delight Damian let out as he once again returned into his father's arms made both men present laugh, "I'm certain that Young Master Damian will enjoy himself greatly today." Alfred gently nudged the baby's cheeks, a smile playing on his lips.
"Of course, he will! It's not like he can leave," kissing the still a little sticky cheek of the baby, Bruce smiled at Alfred, "thank you for the meal," taking hold of one of Damian's small hands Bruce waved it around as he bounced the baby, "c'mon, sweetheart, let's say thank you to Alfred for the food!"
It was one thirty-six in the afternoon by the time Damian was bathed, squealing and splashing while a drenched Bruce laughed in a bathroom that multiplied the joy by twenty and more and more and a little more.
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"We should attend the next gala with Bruce, all of us," Dick muted the video feed of Bruce bathing Damian to look over at his younger brother who was wiping blood off his knuckles.
Snapping his head up Jason pulled a face of confusion and light disgust, "I'm sorry? What the fuck did you just say?"
Rolling his eyes Dick threw his head to the side, "I said—"
"No, I meant why?" Tossing the dirty, blood-stained rag he had used to clean his hands Jason walked all the way to where Dick was sitting in front of a computer. "We're busy as it is these days with the rogues and these motherfuckers!" Yelling in the direction he had just come from a couple of whimpers rang back, "why do you want to make it worse for us?"
Groaning Dick sprung up from the rickety chair he had been sitting in, not caring about the fact that he had probably broken it given the splintered crack that came from it the moment it hit the floor. "Because! Jason! We haven't spent time with him and he misses us!" Staring at his younger brother Dick tried to lock eyes with him, "everyone knows you miss him."
"Shut up," gritting through his teeth Jason turned all the way around, he knew he should've worn his helmet, "plus! This is something that should be discussed at large, with everyone not just between the two of us—"
"Duke and the girls already agreed," Dick's voice cut through Jason like a hot knife to butter.
Whining, Jason threw his arms out, dropping his shoulders the lowest they could get to all the while he tipped his head back, "but a gala?!" Turning to his brother Jason pulled the most miserable expression he could muster.
All Dick did was hit the mute button on the computer.
"Will you leave me when you get all grown up too?" Bruce's voice filtered through the unfortunately really good speakers of the laptop, he was speaking in the soft little tone that made the edges of his voice crack. "I really hope you don't, my sweet little baby, you won't leave your Baba alone, right?" Dick and Jason stared at each other, an expression of heartbreak slowly making its way onto both of their faces. Damian's excited baby babble made their father laugh, airy and so dear to them, "of course you won't!" After that the tall-tale sound of kisses and baby squealing came through before Dick put the feed on mute again.
Clicking his tongue Jason crossed his arms, "fucking alright! We'll go to the gala tomorrow!" Quickly making his way over to the guy he had been working on just a few minutes ago Jason glared down at him hard. Now that he was pissed and maybe a little embarrassed work would go by a little swifter. "So... you were saying..."
By the time they were done cleaning up the warehouse, leaving it in much the same empty desolate state it had been a couple of days ago it was the sun was low in the sky. Seeing as they were both messes and couldn't just show up to the manor with dried blood speckled here and there they stopped by one of Jason's safe houses to get cleaned up before finally making their way home.
"Is Duke not home?" Flicking through his phone Jason buckled his seat belt while Dick got himself situated in the driver's seat, "doesn't he get out of school around three?"
"There was an attempted bank robbery a couple of blocks from his high school," turning the car on Dick looked back over his seat as he slowly began to pull out of their parking spot, "Cass, Steph and Babs ran into trouble of their own so their date unfortunately lasted a little longer than they thought it would."
Now on the road, it was just a matter of how fast Dick drove and whether Gotham traffic would be on their side or not.
Relaxing in his seat Jason dropped his phone onto his lap, "huh, but didn't they go to Metropolis?"
Nodding Dick flicked his eyes over at him for a second before going back to the road, "they did but it seems like a brand new mall opening is too hard to pass up," back on one of the main roads he settled further into the car seat, "Babs called earlier and said that Superman had taken care of things so they're probably already on their way here."
"And Timmy's busy at the big office..." Turning to look out of his window toward the impressive Wayne Enterprise Tower Jason sighed, today was supposed to be the day where they could all hang out with their father, the girls had even gone out of town to get him a little something but it seemed that nothing went their way. "We really did leave him alone, huh?"
Patting his leg Dick smiled and even with hints of sadness it still managed to be cheerful, "come on Jaylad! He wasn't completely alone, he had Damian and Alfred with him, you know how much he likes spending time with Dami," taking a turn, careful with how close the lanes were on this particular stretch of road Dick leaned forward a little, "plus, you know that everything—"
"—we do is for him. Yeah, I know Dick, but that doesn't mean I can't hate the way he feels so alone when we leave him." Bringing his elbow up to the windowsill of the car door he pressed his mouth into the palm of his hand, staring at the cars going the same speed as them, following the ones going faster until another took their place Jason allowed his body and mind to relax. "I just... I don't want him to miss us..."
"I don't either, none of us do," changing lanes Dick tried not to remember those nights when he was new to the manor, waking up because the memories still weren't memories and finding himself outside of Bruce's room, hearing him crying to people long gone to stay, to please stay! Swallowing quickly boiling emotion he looked over to his younger brother for a second before returning back to the road, "so we have to make it up to him as best we can."
Jason said nothing, merely continued to stare off into the distance out of the car window before he inhaled quietly, "I miss him." His voice was sticky as if his throat had somehow melded together after a while of not talking. "I always miss him..." Quietly he confessed to the slowly fogging glass of the window, away from his brother and even further from his father.
Smiling, Dick kept on driving.
#wrote this bad boy in so little time#fell in love with this actually#civilian!bruce wayne#civilian bruce au#bruce wayne#damian wayne#alfred pennyworth#dick grayson#jason todd#baby damian wayne#dc#might write more of this....#who that fuck am i kidding??? OF COURSE IM GONNA WRITE MORE#civilian bruce#my dc fic#honey ties
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Superman: That is a child *pointing to feral and angry Robin!Dick with wide eyes*
Bruce, tired: ya, and?
Superman: Y-you can let a child fight crime Batman. Come on now.
Bruce, shot gunning a Red Bull: if you think you can talk him out of it, go right ahead
#listen y’all#Bruce doesn’t want his kids fighting crime#in fact#if ANY of them went ‘I’m becoming a civilian’ that would be his new fav#he’d be on the table throwing it back in joy#Batman#Bruce Wayne#Clark kent#Superman#dick Grayson#Robin#batman and robin#Jason Todd#Damian Wayne#Duke Thomas#Tim Drake#cassandra cain
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Secret identity shenanigans
#fanart#batman#batman and superman#superman#superbat#brucie wayne#Bruce Wayne#clark kent#dc#secret identity#they don’t know about each others secret identity#they both like their civilians personas but are just friends as hero’s#I know it doesn’t make sense but just go with it
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was discussing w @bruceyknyght abt civilian bruce getting his shit rocked in a disaster at a gala but his first/only thought is “WHERE ARE MY KIDS ARE MY KIDS OK”
the nice bunch of teenage vigilantes who are totally not his kids see their dad literally bleeding out but still asking after them and combust in protectiveness :)
#hiiiiiiiii#this is messy and not as good as i wanted and not exactly what we talked about but-#pls accept this offering#its been in my brain yELLING#dc#bruce wayne#batfam#terra art#civilian bruce au
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DPxDC prompt/fic idea
Tim didn't end up stealing Jason's suit.
Bruce died, running in solo, angry, impulsive, over his head.
Dick is blaming himself for not being there, Tim is about to implode because he can't tell everyone he knows and that he blames himself that Batman is dead. That he should have done something.
Then Jason comes back, finds out that Bruce is gone and it just about breaks him. Why can he come back but when he's back Bruce isn't?
During his temporary trip to the afterlife, he made fast friends with one Danny Phantom, who owes him a favor.
Danny agrees to bring Bruce back from the afterlife, he hunts him down and he finally finds him, he's a little confused why his friend's dad looks like a bat in the afterlife but ghosts do odd things sometimes. He doesn't question it.
"Are you Bruce? Your son sent me to go get you, come on."
The man blinks in surprise at him, startled out of his brooding session. "... Robin?"
"No? I'm talking about Jason."
"Jason is dead." He bit out.
"And so are you. Do you want to see him or not?"
#the dialouge came to me first#the story around it came after#just danny not knowing that Jason or bruce are heros and very casually calling them by their civilian names#not knowing that he's bruce Wayne#just yhinks he's “some guy”#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover
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Bruce: I am so happy for my son Tim, finally one of my children is dating a baseline civilian, he will have a piece of normality he can go back home to after our work
Bernard climbing a building about to reveal to Batman that he knows his family’s secret just to save his bf from a pain cult he used to be part of: I’m about to ruin this man’s whole career
#bruce wayne#bernard dowd#tim drake#timbern#Tim really went and got himself the most un civilian civilian possible
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Dick and Jason have totally compared notes on pickpocketing, one of them trained in misdirection by one of the circus magicians and the other trained by Gotham’s streets, while Bruce, just pleased they have something to talk about chips in occasionally with things he's observed during his travels.
#Alfred helps out the boys by being their “unsuspecting” civilian target so they can demonstrate#If they mess up he chases them#In a fancy butlerish way#Alfred pennyworth#Bathroom#Dick Grayson#Jason todd#Bruce Wayne#Batman#Batfamily#dc robin#Robin Jason Todd#Nightwing
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Thinking about that one time in JL TAS when Batman thought Wonder Woman was buried under rubble and literally dug through it with his bare hands until she climbed out and then proceeded to hide his hands from her. Thinking about how it took Flash (2) minutes of talking to get him to go to Flash Appreciation Day and drag Orion along with him. Thinking about how Batman, literally he squishiest and most vulnerable member of the team, shot Martian Manhunter and the Flash away from the Watchtower so he could crash it into the enemy’s doomsday weapon, KNOWING he was far more likely to die than those two. Thinking about how on Superman’s birthday he personally delivered cash, knowing it was a shit gift, to him in the Fortress of Solitude because he didn’t know how to give it otherwise. Thinking about how Batman is aware that he probably won’t ever fix Gotham, but still goes out and does it anyway because every life he saves is another life that won’t end up like his. Thinking about how Batman’s greatest strength is not his intelligence, or his skill, or his willpower, but his compassion for life even at its ugliest.
#batman#justice league tas#justice league the animated series#the batman 2004#Justice League Unlimited#jl tas#jl ul tas#jl ul#bruce wayne#superman#clark kent#wonder woman#diana prince#Flash#wally west#martian manhunter#john jones#i forgot how to spell his civilian name#orion#does he have a civilian name#if i see one more 'batman beats up the mentally ill' i will riot#it doesnt matter if ur mentally ill ur trying to kill ppl ur trying to kill ppl#sincerely someone whose mentally ill#jla#justice league#ppl characterize batman right for once challenge (impossible)#justice league of america#the man who has everything lives rent free in my head for many reasons including this one#yet another ad to watch jl tas please its so good
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(2)Honey Ties
hello!! this is like a day and a half later than I had hoped it wouldve been but it is here!!! and since it is incredibly late i will be editing it after i get some sleep into me. enjoy this chapter!!!
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Admittedly, it was harder to notice when someone was staring at another person rather than at you but it was a skill that all seven of them had to learn. Nobody would get away with eyeing their father in even the slightest of disrespectful ways. Yeah, maybe Dick, Jason, and Tim dressed to truly impress whenever they attended events with their father to hopefully get some attention off him. They would do anything as long as it got the attention off their father.
Luckily for them, everyone was much more interested in the allusive Wayne children actually attending a public event than Bruce showing up. Barbara was right but then again when wasn't she? Rich people loved the spectacle of an event rather than the event itself. Naturally, if all the children that Bruce Wayne had, who were near impossible to spot in public, showed their faces in one place for all the upper-class fuck-faces of Gotham to look them over to their heart's content would garner a lot of attention.
If they had to fight back chills from hearing an older woman whisper to her friends about how, 'oh, the Wayne-Drake boy is just about legal, didn't you know,' then it was all worth it to not have those same women try and rub themselves over their father. Tim was raised by Rich Folk so he, unfortunately, knew how to handle these types of situations very well, Jason, on the other hand, was in charge of making sure Cass didn't shred some creeps throat with a fork and vice versa.
However, somewhere along the night, Steph joined the gala and offered an excellent distraction for Cass. With one potential threat neutralized and Dick had finished his rounds, quietly and swiftly stifling any raising suspicions as to why the host of the gala, the one, and only Bruce Wayne wasn't present, he put himself in charge of keeping Jason back.
"Where's Duke?" Sipping on a glass of champagne he swiped off a server on his way to where Jason had made himself comfortable on the shaded side of a column, Dick leaned against the other side of it. The one with proper lighting hitting it.
"Hm? Oh." Jason tightened his crossed arms, "he's with Bab's at the table near the entrance," not moving, voice miffed Jason answered. It was no secret that Jason absolutely despised galas. It wasn't the fact that a large number of strangers milled around a part of the manor, no, it was the fact that there were hardly ever any genuine people attending. Galas were places where rich old men could have their pissing contests, prey on younger women who most of the time were there as eye candy and decoration, and most importantly assholes desperately trying to get into Bruce's bed.
Jason remembered, very vividly, a time when he was brought to a gala where a man who was at least thirty years older than Bruce at the time was trying to get him to leave Jason with, 'some of the pretty girls I have around my house.' The only reason why Jason didn't claw the motherfucker's eyes out was because Bruce had picked him up, held him just a smidge too tight, and damn near snarled that they were leaving.
"That's good, I was worried that Duke would have to go at it solo but seeing as he has Bab's with him then it should all be good," taking another sip from his glass Dick shifted against the column, "leaving him alone would've been like leaving fresh kill out for hungry wolves..."
Groaning, Jason banged his head against the column pretty hard considering that Dick had managed to hear it, "I keep telling you that we should just kill the old hag," Carmila Ellsworth was a woman who had been preying on young boys ever since she turned thirty, she was one of those people who everyone knew belonged in jail but no one would ever see her behind bars. Jason had been crusading for her death ever since he heard her say some nasty shit to Dick while he was still very much underage.
Nodding, Dick sighed, "I want to too but Tim is in the process of swindling all the money he can from her and he can't do that if she's dead." Throwing the last bits of his drink back Dick set his glass on the tray of a server passing by, smiling at the man kindly. "After Tim's done, then you can kill her."
Whatever joy Jason had felt from the news was completely drained out of him when he saw a certain someone walk in the hall and of course, he wasn't the only one because almost immediately the volume of the place increased as people wasted no time.
Dick sucked in air, clicking his tongue when he saw some women practically run over to Bruce, "I hope Damian doesn't get spooked..." and it was a valid concern, the baby was on the sensitive side when it came to strangers. But then on the other hand if Damian started getting angsty then Bruce would have no choice but to leave...
Chewing on his bottom lip Jason couldn't stay still, pushing off the column he took a couple of steps towards where Bruce and Damian were steadily being swarmed but stopped in place. Sure he could go in there and scare all the fuckers away but... how many times had Bruce told him to behave? How many times did Bruce pull ever so slightly on his ear as he gently scolded him, 'Jay, you have to be careful,' as if he was judged for his own behavior and not Bruce.
"Damian looks cute..." Dick had to bite his lip to keep himself from bursting out laughing, it was obvious that Jason was trying to distract himself from all the people swarming their father and potentially stressing their baby brother into a fit. "Since when has he had a suit?" Nodding towards the baby's direction Jason crossed his arms again, "I mean, it's gotta be tailored, right?"
"Yup," walking to stand next to his brother Dick kept carefully trained eyes onto all of the people loitering around Bruce. He may not be as loud as Jason but boy does he have a pair of lungs on him. "Bruce had to it done for him..." tearing his eyes off his father and baby brother Dick found Jason standing so ram-rod straight and stiff that a strong enough breeze could shatter him into a million tiny pieces of spite, disgust and smoking protectiveness. "A while ago..."
"Hm, I see." Jason was practically eating the entirety of the inside of his cheeks. So really, how was Dick not supposed to poke fun at him? Especially when he was glaring with so much heat that his eyes seemed to almost glow red and a steady stream of spoke floated out from his nose.
"You know... it would work a lot better if you stood right next to Bruce—" Dick didn't get to finish whatever he was going to say and considering just how hard Jason had elbowed him, he wasn't going to finish anytime soon. Gasping as quietly as possible so as not to attract the wrong type of attention Dick tried to regulate his breathing, shit, did Jason break one of his fucking ribs?
"Shut up." Jason turned to glare down at him, it would've been very effective if Dick hadn't known him since he was a little kid and grew up with Alfred.
Grinning Dick looked over at Bruce, unlike before there were less people around their father, maybe because he had his baby son with that people became a little less interesting with... socializing with Bruce. A little bit of a shock considering how there was so much buzz about the brand new addition to the Wayne family, sure Bruce could take in disturbed teenagers all he wanted but maybe he shouldn't adopt a baby. Tabloids from just about everywhere kept repeating the same bullshit for almost two months, 'Bruce Wayne is not suitable for raising a baby.'
Yet, even with so much hubbub from the public, there wasn't all too much traffic around Bruce and Damian, great, maybe it was destined to be an uneventful night. Perfect for not only them but also their father, it was also a rare night, no one had hit on Bru—oh no.
Whatever smile was just about to be stamped onto Dick's face disappeared the moment some man leaned into Bruce's personal space, probably whispered some bullshit into their father's ear as he held their baby brother—
"Ja—" It was too late, Dick was still trying to put himself together physically and Jason was already walking toward Bruce and the stranger.
How hard was it to have a decent night in one of the most wicked places in the world.
#*stumbles onto stage with iced coffee in one hand a bag of takis in the other* um. good morning?#i am not okay. but this might be#listened to EAT SPIT! on repeat while i wrote the last 300 words it might not mean anything but it probably does#civilian!bruce wayne#civilian bruce#dick grayson#jason todd#dc#civilian bruce au#my dc fic#honey ties
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DP x DC Prompt #5
Inspired by this Tumblr post:
Danny was getting used to his new role in the Wayne family, especially as another meta in Gotham (if being dead counted, that is). It was taking even more adjustment to be a part of the Justice League.
It’s why he was a lil surprised when, before his First Official JL Meeting ™️ some of the heroes decided to pass time with a game. Fuck, Marry, Kill. He didn’t know how to answer when his partner’s civilian identity was brought up as one of the options
#dp x dc#finemeal prompt#dpxdc#danny fenton#ambiguous wayne romantic partner#is it bruce?#is it dick?#is it someone else?#who knows!#batfam#batman#fuck marry kill#justice league#don’t worry danny just don’t blow your civilian identity#or your partner’s#they’re definitely not secretly laughing as this game goes on#don’t be silly#have to start numbering these prompts cuz my notifs sre getting confusing
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There’s something about morally grey Tim Drake. I am so attached to the idea that Tim just says fuck it to the no killing rule. I so see him favour blowing whole ass warehouses up. He wouldn’t go out of his way to just be murderous and he wouldn’t do it to like your everyday thug but a serial killer here, a trafficker there, so what if his punches are a little harder… if anyone has any fic recs this is my official request
#I know I know he’s Bruce’s guiding light and all but…#you can’t tell me he wasnt aware there were people at those bases#headcanon#if it’s civilians it’s different#but if it’s not#it’s just like not super important to him#especially if you consider it after the joker junior#he so would have been make to kill then and those are the ones he really mourns#jason todd#batfam#tim drake wayne#morally grey tim drake#tim drake#batman#dcu#dc batman#dc comics#bruce wayne#the no killing rule
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more from this civilian bruce au where bruce decided to become skilled at healing and is a volunteer doctor at every hospital ever but has a particular inexplicable worry for his city's group of teenaged vigilante protectors <3
#like he's just 'please i worry about you guys :(' cause these crime fighters are obviously so young and hes seeing their injuries up close#but his kids are all just like 'damN IT DAD HOW are you guilt tripping us in AND out of uniform????'#he just. cares for them sm#any way please feel ffree to talk to me abt this au#im living#terra art#bruce wayne#batfam#civilian bruce au#dc
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FOR REAL
#they gave those two some civilian boring twinks even though they had a bromance going on with other characters#cough cough timkon#ghostmaker#batman#johnathan kent#jon kent#Superboy#tim drake#red robin#fuck if I know the twinks names#Bernard something something and pink haired guy#i like fanfic where Bernard does shit crazy theories#but I will probably never ship him and tim#bruce Wayne#ghostbat#minhkhoa khan
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when you save a random civilian and he ends up being the weirdest guy of all time.
#batlantern#batman#green lantern#bruce wayne#hal jordan#hero x civilian#thank u to the anon for suggesting the auuuu#i still think hal wouldnt know who the fuck bruce wayne is#hal is “who the fuck is steve jobs”#d-art
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Batman, not Bruce, regularly takes his Robins to space museums
#batman#robin#nightwing#batfam#bruce wayne#dick grayson#tim drake#ik that this is probably just the rule about not using civilian names while on duty#but I like my version better
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You know what I need? I need Batman to be minding his own business, y'know just taking part in a league meeting or being forced to (urgh) socialize.
And just in the corner of his eye see one of the batkids start doing something they know they shouldn't, presumably something incredibly dangerous seeing as he gave up on stopping them from hanging from chandeliers and going out as vigilante children. .
And I need him to just suddenly having the thickest new jersey accent the other heroes have ever heard as he fusses over them when they do get hurt.
#batman#dc#bruce wayne#dcu#robin#batkids#batdad#we need to use the fact that gotham is in new jersey more#batfamily#let characters have their local accents dangit#but also let them use it for shenanigans#Dick purposely gets a thick romanian accent whenever someone is being an ass while he's civilian and pretends he doesn't speak english#even though everyone knows he can and has seen proof of it#Also let Bruce get a british accent when he scolds someone thanks to being raised by Alfred#Do you see my vision#do you#batman au#or is it headcanon
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