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redsray · 2 months
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Batkids playing any kind of board game but make it extra competitive because whoever wins gets to choose what Bruce wears for the next gala.
Bruce, in a sparkly top and skinny jeans:
Reporter: Ah, who chose your outfit tonight, Brucie?
Bruce: That'd be my eldest, dear!
Dick, behind him, full into the gala persona: Flattering, isn't it? He should wear it more often, don't you think, sweetheart?
Reporter, flushed: Oh, absolutely.
Bruce (to Dick): Get a new fashion style. Please.
Dick: Never.
Reporter: Who would be responsible for your wardrobe tonight, Brucie? It's certainly a statement.
Bruce, head to toe in a pink suit and Hello Kitty accessories: Gorgeous, isn't it? All the credit will have to be given to Jason, though, I'm afraid.
Reporter: Your second son, if I'm not mistaken?
Bruce: The very one.
Jason from across the gala hall, trying to not cough up his drink with laughter:
Tim, next to him: He's pulling it off, though. Little spins and everything.
Jason: Still ridiculous. That's Batman right there, Timbo.
Tim, snickering: The Dark Knight, huh?
Bruce, dressed in a collared white shirt, sweater and skirt, looking like he just came out of a light academia novel:
Reporter: Wow, Brucie. Who do we thank for that wonderful outfit choice?
Bruce: Ah, flattering, is it not? Tim's choices when it comes to fashion are wonderful, if not a bit simple.
Tim, nodding from behind him: Only the finest satin skirts. Charming, right?
Tim, to Bruce: Don't call my style simple, Mr. all I wear is black.
[Jason handing Dick $10 in the background because Bruce does, in fact, pull off a skirt.]
Reporter: Oh lord, what a gown! Who influenced your fashion choice tonight, Brucie?
Bruce, in a long green and black gown with gold accessories, nothing short of royal-looking: I fear only one person I know could choose an outfit as gorgeous as this one.
Damian, proudly next to him, in a smaller, matching gown: Only the most exquisite. You lot in this flimsy country cannot compare.
Bruce: Yes, Damian has a fine taste in fashion. He gets it from his mother.
Damian, quieter: Well certainly not from you.
Bruce, dressed in an elegant white dress shirt, long black pants and a corset with red accessories, a fan in his right hand:
Reporter: What an entrance! Anyone to give credit to for the wardrobe, Brucie?
Bruce: That'd be my daughter, she certainly shines with her choice of clothing.
Cass, grinning with a matching fan: Very pretty.
Bruce: Thank you, Cass.
Reporter: Woah, that's certainly new. Any reason for this choice of clothes, Brucie, dear?
Bruce, in a snapback cap, loose jeans and a band t-shirt, complete with rings and a chain around his neck: Well, all of my children are creative, but... Duke might just take the cake for this one, love.
Duke, losing his absolute shit next to Jason, Dick and Tim: You look great, B.
Steph doesn't usually go to galas, but she participates in the game nevertheless. If she wins, god help Bruce, because it's a gamble with her. He either ends up wearing a gorgeous outfit with eccentric and trend-setting accessories or literal checkered pyjamas. Worst yet, he has to say he picked it himself, since he can't directly blame Steph.
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vivianthepigeon · 2 months
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Batfam as quotes from my life (with little to no context) pt 10
Kate: “Screw women”
Bruce: “You want to.”
Jason: “Sorry I made that uncomfortable. It’s one of my many talents”
Steph: “That’s hot.”
Tim: “THATS MY GRANDPA”
Steph: *face goes red and hides himself*
Tim: “HES DEAD-“
Dick: “Yk I told dad once, Dad just so you know, I am so grateful for you and I love you so much and he just kept on walking”
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jasontoddsgaythoughts · 10 months
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I wanna see the batkids dancing as a group. I feel like the only ones who will kill it are Duke and Cass. Steph and Tim will fall behind the choreo, but they’re the ones who’s complaints and yells can be heard over the music. Damian is doing it all right but with the meanest glare directed straight at the camera. Dick is the opposite, his moves are all out of order, with really lose limbs, but his face is full on grinning. Meanwhile Jason is keeping up and doing it right, but he’s stiffer than his tombstone.
Bruce recorded it with an angle only a middle aged mother can find, but the video still went viral.
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fact-dogsarehappiness · 2 months
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Another reason why I’m a firm believer in letting Bruce get old is because the idea of him looking and his dark haired children without his glasses on and genuinely not being able to tell them apart is unparalleled
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ashoss · 4 months
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bruce and some little birds
part 2
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“Bruce Wayne is actually a really good father and all his children are just like that” is actually my favorite flavor of batfam
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clarisse-doodles · 2 months
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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is
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Drabblecember 16: Scrapbooking
(so I'm writing a couple of these out of order, and I said something about an upcoming one I already wrote being a palate cleanser of angst? well it seems like i may be all fluffed out tonight. choo-choo all aboard the unsettling implication train!!)
Word Count: 500
Universe: GCPS
Warnings: mood warning, I guess? nothing explicit. just family weirdness I'm feeling out for these guys. general sublimated grief. also, intentional self-indulgent tense changes.
When the world split into gemstone flats, you reached for Carrie's arm. You knew it was coming, and you still reached for her arm.
Walking was a little bit tricky. Gordon hadn't been able to explain to you exactly what dipping into someone's psyche would look like, but the way she was talking, she made it sound like it would be a physical environment that you could explore– and it kind of was. But there was also something distinctly non–physical about it, and trying to move your legs was a little like trying to wiggle your ears– your brain couldn't find the right muscles, couldn't connect the wires.
And then you realized it's because Carrie wasn't trying to move. "Yo," you said. "Wonderkid, you good?"
Carrie's goggles reflected the scenery. She looked like a fly. "Yeah," she said, soft. She peeked into one of the facets, looked away fast, peeked into another. This one, she reached out to touch; you let her.
Her fingers met the smooth surface of the memory with the sound like the ringing of a bell, like jewelry bumping against a crystal glass. You peered into the memory with her. You felt like you should hold your breath.
A little boy with big glasses sits in the middle of a palatial parlor, a massive fire crackling behind him. Photographs cover the mantle of the fireplace, the walls, the soft carpet surrounding him. The boy looks up, grinning with a brace-filled mouth. The light catches on his glasses oddly– you can't see his eyes.
"I'm scrapbooking, Padre!"
You still clung Carrie's arm. You hoped she didn't mind. "Who..." you began to ask, even knowing the answer. "What's he doing?"
"-apbooking, Padre!"
"–g, Padre!"
"–g, Padre!" The scene looped. The audio was just a bit too loud.
"He's scrapbooking, apparently," Carrie murmured in a voice that didn't sound like her own.
"I got them all printed! Look, here's our first selfie together!" The boy fixes his glasses. His voice takes on a softer tone, less buoyant. "It's little messed up. But it's special to me!"
Something in the soundscape shifts that you couldn't quite pinpoint. It felt like something dripping. You wanted to pull your head back behind the curtain and found that you can't. Couldn't. "Can you make it go forwards?"
Carrie shot you a look. "Can you?"
You didn't look at her. You were stuck on the boy's face. You were trying to see past his glasses, into his eyes. The sound bytes continue, out of sync with the movement of his lips, just a little louder than before.
"–re's our first– messed– special to me!"
"What's wrong with him?" you whispered.
Carrie didn't respond. You stole a glance at her– you're so good at doing that– and could see the way her eyebrows pinched under her goggles.
"–r first– special to me!"
“–messed up–"
"–messed up–"
"–messed up–"
"our fir–"
"special to me!"
You grabbed Carrie's arm. "Robin. Hey. Let's move."
"–messed up–"
"Yeah."
"firs–"
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ikiprian · 1 month
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ugh i know bruce probably has some lame ass ubiquitous american broadcast voice, but SO BADLY i want him to have just. the world’s THICKEST jersey accent
“jason peetah, swear ta god, i’m gonna cawl alfred and get ‘im to tawk some sense into ya. do you want him to know what you been up to? yeah no. yeah no! ‘swhat i thought! yeh breakin ya butler’s heart!!”
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hehether · 4 months
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Batboys with their sometimes-disappeared in Speedforce/ blown up at Sanctuary/ died after beating the shit out of Superboy-Prime/ imprisoned by a twisted version of his dad/ killed after losing a fcking global vote-besties
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p1nkshield · 1 year
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Reporter: Tell us Bruce, why have you recently decided to work out more? Do you just want to compete with our Clark? Or is it-
Bruce: My kids.
Reporter: I’m sorry what?
Bruce: I work out so I can still lift them.
Reporter: …
Bruce: if you have nothing else to ask I’m going to leave now. Let’s go Jaylad.
Bruce just picks up Jason and leaves.
Jason looks like a large dog that clearly isn’t used to being in the air.
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Like this.
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redsray · 2 months
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the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?
Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??
Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.
Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.
Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.
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vivianthepigeon · 1 month
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Batfam as quotes from my life (with little to no context) pt 11
I will never stop making these
Steph: “The issue is I’m pretty but off-putting”
Dick: “You can be weird just don’t be weird about it.”
Steph: “You dance like a white girl”
Tim: “I’m just trying to be myself…”
Cass: “MAKE OUT WITH MEAN 😡🤜🏻”
(She meant HANG out)
Jason: “I don’t do can openers, they creep me out.”
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nerdpoe · 11 days
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Danny is about to be kidnapped in Gotham This is not a good time.
He's studying for the SAT, he's already been kidnapped by Vlad like, four times that week and it was a fucking Tuesday, he forgot his wallet at his new apartment, locked himself out of said new apartment (he could phase through the door but that wasn't the point), he's just been informed that the grant he applied for was denied so he needs to ask his mom and dad for college funds when he'd already told them he had it covered, and just...it was shit.
It had been shit. The entire week had been awful and annoying and he was ready to either murder everyone on the planet or go find a corner to cry in for the next three days.
So when the band of wild goons working for whatever villain of the week pulled up and tried to kidnap him, he snapped.
He used them to vent.
Shouted about how terrible his day had been, how terrible his week had been, how he'd already been kidnapped by his creepy godfather who was way too into him, how college funding was shit and the grant system was rigged, and how he'd have to call a locksmith or break down the door to his own apartment if he wanted to go to bed-all of it. He unloaded all of his frustration.
The goons actually backed off.
One of them gave him an awkward side hug and told him it'd get better.
Danny wasn't paying attention to his surrounding. He doesn't realize that the whole thing was livestreamed.
So when he gets home to his apartment later that day, his door is opened for him by the vigilante Spoiler before he can even turn intangible.
She brought over BatBurger and kidnapped Bruce Wayne, Gotham's bumbling Prince, to talk about college grants.
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spicy-apple-pie · 4 days
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Jay is not the best babysitter...
I fucking love these fics where all the batkids are all pretty small and they just get up to kid shenanigans while Bruce is sprouting gray hairs.
Commission Info / Kofi
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ashoss · 3 months
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the brothers ever
or i saw this post and i blanked out to this being done
w/o text under the cut :)
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