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nyxyooni · 2 years

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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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ashrayus · 2 months

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rough night

#jason todd #dick grayson #jason todd fanart #dick grayson fanart #dc comics #dc #cant even lift his arm up fully iykwim #idk man just give me more h/c fics with them i need to read moree #my art

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frownyalfred · 21 days

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I love all the headcanons about the batkids reaching certain ages and realizing how insane it was that Bruce did (thing) at that age, but I ESPECIALLY love the image of a mid-forties Jason landing a little too hard after his last grappling line and realizing that, holy shit, Bruce’s knees must have been splintering at this point. AND he had a broken back??

#thoughts #treadmill thoughts #that’s a lie tonight I’m on my couch dying but #normally this would be a treadmill thought #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #fic ideas #Jason todd #red hood

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ghostbsuter · 2 months

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He'd been flying above Metropolis.

Like a good ghost! Doing nothing but relax! Enjoying the weather, really.

It was so cool, Superman came up to him, they talked even! Superman was very, very, uncomfortable when Danny mentioned he was kinda dead.

It was really awesome.

Yeah, the keypoint being was.

Now? Now he is in Superman's arms, very much alive after being hit by a stray beam from Lex Luthors newest invention, quite literally hit from the sky when he didn't expect it and out of f reflex turned back human.

"I'm... alive?" He jokes weakly, smiling awkwardly at Superman's stare.

Danny considered this awkward.

Clark was processing the fact Lex Luthor somehow managed to bring back someone from death, his hands now full of said miracle and—

Shit, does the kid even have family left? What's he going to tell Lois!?

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #writing prompt #fic prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #Superman is so flabbergasted #superman has no idea whats going on #superman is just tired man #danny has no idea whats going on #theyre both so shocked #superman is wondering if he just became a father #danny is figuring out how to get out of thia situation #clark: i know this is scary! but now you have a new chance at life! would you like to stay with me and my wife? :')#danny: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

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sully-s · 1 month

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Clark: Why do I always miss the gossip missions?

#Superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent #bruce wayne #Superman #Batman #DC Comics #DCAU #Fanart #My Art #Very Messy Art #Listen it's been awhile sience I drew some blatent Superbats art I was due lol.#Shout out to all those fics where half the league is in love with Bruce.

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lwh-writing · 8 months

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Ghost King Isn't the Only Title Danny Has

Okay, so you how monarchs can have multiple titles? Like how the heir to the English throne is both Prince/Princess and Duke/Duchess of Cornwall? And how monarchs can get titles and epithets that just stack onto their preexisting names/titles? Like "Catherine the Great" or how Daenerys gets her famous list of "Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, etc."?

Well, there are dozens upon dozens of names for the Infinite Realms. The Ghost Zone might be what Amity Park calls it, but there have been hundreds of names for it throughout history. The Afterlife, Sheol, Heaven & Hell, Purgatory & Limbo, Valhalla, and so on and so forth.

So when Danny finally gives in and lets himself be crowned, he doesn't just become the Ghost King. Oh no. He is crowned "King Daniel Fenton, First of His Name, Protector of the Infinite Realms, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Liege of Fright Knight, Ice Mage of the Far Frozen, and Hades of the Underworld."

And then a few months later when Danny inevitably gets summoned and pops up on the Justice League's radar, there's some serious side-eyeing going on because 'Diana, why didn't you mention your uncle looked like a teenager? Why does one of the most powerful gods like to hang out in teenaged form anyway?'

Just... give me an unknowning Danny accidentally inheriting a niece along with the crown, and that niece just so happens to be Wonder Woman.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #danny fenton #ghost king danny #wonder woman #danny accidentally becomes wonder woman's uncle #if anyone can recommend a fic that'd be lovely #i don't want to have to write my own but i will if i have to #writing idea

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regonold · 1 month

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Danny accidentally starts beef with batman over kids

So I'm a sucker for dani and dan being Danny's kids (bonus points if danny gets called mum) and both of them are chaotic

The bat kids (family all of them batman and alfred included) are chaotic as well danny learns this after freshly joining the league as the semi immortal possibly from the start of time phantom and the league are introducing him to everyone and bonding and mentioning some of the wacky how the fuck shit that batman and his kids have done

So danny mentions some of the stuff his kids have done whilst batman is passing by, batman who hasn't had a nap in the past 72 hours and the day before as bruce was dealing with margie on the pta

And he makes a comment just a tiny one about how his kids saved a group from a hostage situation

And thus the rivalry began danny and batman keep bragging to each other about their kids sometimes it's vigilante stuff sometimes it mundane danny brags about how dani is so good with animals batman brags about how his youngest volunteers at the animal shelter

Just give me batman and danny bragging about their children to each other

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #listen there's fucs where batman is a good dad theres fics where he's bad #now gimme the fic of emotionally constipated batman over coming it because he's just so fucking proud and can boast at someone #bonus points if the batfam find out via cameras or even just eavesdropping and hearing batman brag about something they did #is this ooc batman? probably #however i just want the only time batman as batman showing emotions is just yeah my kids fucking rock

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ew-selfish-art · 8 months

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DpxDc AU: What’s an adoption paper or two between bros?

Danny is starting to realize that since Jazz left the house for university, his parents aren’t really good at well, being his parents. They’re obsessed with his alter ego to the point that they ignore his normal ego, and that uh, hurts his feelings. Like, a lot. Meal times have gotten weirder and more inconsistent, and he’s starting to wonder if they suspect what’s really going on with him.

They’ve started to say “You know you can tell us anything” these days when he sees them outside their lab (which isn’t frequent) but the normal amount of ghost hate speech hasn’t changed. If anything it’s gotten worse. Just like everything else.

Danny joined the whole-ass justice league to fill his spare time after high school and his parents are literally none the wiser. Like, he's a part time high-school senior at 17 and a full time international hero. His parents only comment on the fact that the menace Phantom is costing them a lot in airline tickets as they try and apprehend him all over the world. Hell, they caught Ellie for a second when he was in Morrocco and it got ugly fast. She's a junior member now but mostly spends her time with some doofus that has a magic traveling house.

And really, he's fine with his schedule of going to school, going ghost and making a difference, and then returning to a dramatically silent house. Really.

Then one day his new friend and co-team lead Red Robin makes a brief mention about his own childhood of neglect and Danny makes a joke, "What, no adoption papers for the homies?"

He laughs as he says it but something in his leader's eyes looks sharp, and Kon is sighing in the background something that sounds suspiciously like dear Rao you've done it now.

Next time Danny is on the Watchtower, he's brought into a meeting with Red Robin, Batman and various other JL team leaders.

"Adoption papers are very much for the homies. I've also included the option of emancipation, as you'll see in the green folder, but I am one hundred percent serious about adopting you."

"Red, you're like, 3 months younger than me." Danny deadpans.

"Adoption is for the homies and I'm emancipated. And If i'm reading Batman correctly, you're facing three outcomes right now."

"Three?"

"One: I adopt you and you become my legal dependent. Two: Batman adopts you and I become your legal brother. or Three: You emancipate yourself while allowing us to provide for you while your housing situation is sorted out."

"... Uh. Door one?" Danny is having too many feelings. Why does batman look disappointed? What is Jazz going to say? What on earth???

"Welcome to the Drake Family." Red shakes his hand up and down, the grin on his face feral and the plan towards being emancipated from the Fentons and adopted by his boss is a weird one.

But eventually, a few weeks later, he's had a pretty delicious dinner by his new adoptive grandfather-tler and is watching a movie with Tim and Kon on the couch and he's just so happy and comfortable and warm...

"Will this make Kon my dad if you two get married?" Danny laughs and it's the closest he gets to being disowned.

#Jazz dating Jason seriously in the background and looking at her bf like 'wait why is my brother now your nephew??' and jason has to explain #his family is just like that #tim adopts danny au #adoption is for the homies #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc crossover #dp crossover #long post #dc x dp fic

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penny-anna · 1 year

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“Oh, I tell people I’m in the Justice League all the time,” said Billy, breezily adding a troubling amount of jelly to his sandwich.

“Oh yeah?” said Wally, concerned.

“Yeah, I’ll say hey, did you know I’m in the Justice League? And they’ll go what, no you aren’t.” He began to assemble his sandwich. “And then they’ll say which member of the Justice League are you supposed to be and I’ll say I’m Shazam and they’ll be like shut up, and then I’ll go well have you ever seen me and Shazam in the same place at the same time.” He finished up his sandwich and began to eat it off the breadboard. “And then they usually tell me to shut the fuck up,” he added with his mouth full.

Ollie was laughing. Wally was less amused. “Please tell me you don’t actually do that,” he said.

“Flash, no-one is ever gonna believe me,” Billy told him, very seriously.

he does this all the time.

#my dc fic

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nyxyooni · 2 years

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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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ashrayus · 3 months

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the favs ^_^

#jason todd #dick grayson #red hood #nightwing #dc #dc comics #my art #im back to my 2016 obsession LMAOO #been reading fics instead of comics tho its self care

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voiider · 1 month

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I need codependent Danny/Jason as a little treat (for me) and I love the idea of them having some sort of instant connection the moment they meet (bc ghost stuff idk)

Danny who's been dropped in Gotham with no way home (alt universe??) and he's been here for 36 hours and having a Very bad time senses a liminal being and immediately latches onto them heedless of the fact that his new best friend is shooting at some seedy guys in an alley and goes off about how stressed he is and how he can't make it back to the ghost zone and what a bad day he's been having (and it's important to note Danny is a littol ghost boy literally hanging off of Jason's neck as he floats aimlessly) and Jason is like "who are you??" And Danny is like "oh sorry I'm Danny lol" and then just continues lamenting his woes

And honestly ? This might as well happen. Nothing about this Danny guy(is he human?) gives Jason a bad vibe and tbh he's never felt more calm and level headed before so he just keeps up his usual Red Hood patrol and doesn't even think about it when he heads back to a safehouse and feeds Danny dinner (breakfast) before crashing for half the day

The only thing I actually need is Jason meeting up with the bats for some sort of Intel meeting and they're like "uhhh who's that" and Jason is like "that's Danny." And does not elaborate (very ".... What do you have there?" "A smoothie" vibes)

And it takes them a while to realize that these two have known each other for less than 12 hours and are literally attached at the hip

#very remora fish with a shark #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc #this isnt super important but i imagine Danny's ghost form as young and unaged from his death so jason is used to this small whispy kid #who just hangs off him and talks literally all the time #so when something comes up and someone is like 'idk if we can bring danny looking like... that' (glowing and a literal ghost)#danny is like 'oh ok u need a human? ok :)' and transforms #its been WEEKS #jason didn't know he could do that #nobody did #and now theres this 20ish dude standing there #human form danny doesn't talk a lot (anxiety) ghost form danny can't stop talking (anxiety)#could be a ship fic and at this point jason goes from 'where is my little buddy :(' to 👀😳#i imagine theres a sort of feedback loop with them both feeding off of each other's ecto energies and vibes idk #so when danny is human its not as strong #batman is convince this strange entity is like hypnoyizing his son and like hes not WRONG #but it goes both ways #idk #i just need more codependency fics :(#i should go on a bender #ignore my 500 open tabs and go to town

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ghostbsuter · 8 months

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There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)

#dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #cassandra cain is dannys mom #time travel shenanigans lead to conspiracy theories #half of the batclan think jason is the dad #or dick #damian and tim are outruled just bc age and tim denying it with no one protesting #alfred knows #danny moves like cass #he gave them both a cookie in the shadows #danny won him over by calling him great grand bat #he tells him of all the mischief they got up to bc no one would believe the baby had alfie wrapped around his finger like that #theyre just in denial #theyre all wrapped around the finger #danny “i mastered how to wrpaonize my cuteness” cain-wayne

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