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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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It’s a running joke in the manor that Tim’s kid was like a cat

And he would never admit that he could kind of see it himself.

The climbing, the ability to go from zero to a hundred in energy, and unfortunate ability to be too cute to actually get mad at him for anything he does.

Finding said son running out and about when there was breakout was pushing through.

“Hi Dad!!”

“Danny! What are you doing out here?!it’s still lockdown chickadee!”

Danny looked down at the ground and scuffed one of his shoe against the pavement.

“I know… but you’ve been gone so long and I’ve been worried!”

Tim sighed and tapped his comm,

“Oracle, please keep lookout for the next couple minutes.”

And crouched down in front of his son,

“You haven’t been home in a while and I missed you..”

Tim sighed as he wiped a tear from Danny’s face.

It was almost unfortunate how much the kid took after him.

“Kiddo I’m sorry, that’s my fault, I know we haven’t been able to hang out for the past week-“

Danny stomped a foot in frustration,

“No you don’t understand! You forget to sleep when you don’t come home ‘n’ great grandpa Alffie said we got to sleep because it’s good for you ‘n’ that when you don’t you are more likely to get hurt! I don’t want you hurt!”

Tim wanted to argue, and say that he was fine. He’s been taking cat naps between searching and the fights. If it was anyone else in his family he would’ve done so.

But this was his son, his little chickadee who loves so much and worries about himself so little.

He needs to set an precedent before bad habits emerge.

Picking Danny up, Tim set him down onto his hip and stuck his chin on his head.

“You’re right, I guess I haven’t been being nice to myself like I’m supposed to. How about we go back home and I’ll lay down with you for a couple hours?”

Danny peered up with glassy eyes,

“Can you stay for breakfast?”

And didn’t that just hurt to hear? Faded memories of asking that same question only to be given this almost pitying look danced in the back his mind.

“Sorry kiddo, but we just don’t have enough time before our flight but don’t worry when we get back we’ll have a family day, just the three of us!”

Clearing his throat Tim met his son’s eyes.

“Sure champ, and when we finally get joker back in Arkham we can ask everyone to have a family day, how does that sound?”

Stars almost seemed to take over Danny’s eyes as he let out a little gasp.

“Really?!”

“I promise.”

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Yes, many of Danny’s mannerisms were reminiscent of a cat, but this was new.

Tim pinched his eyebrow in exasperation as he looked at his siblings.

He wished he never got up this morning.

“And how exactly did Danny somehow get a crowbar?”

The kid in question just happily swung his legs as he sat on the bench unaware that he himself was going to be getting a far longer conversation as soon as they got back to the manor.

“To be honest.. in hindsight, not my brightest moment.”

“WHY IN GODS NAME A CROWBAR?!”

“He said he needed something to help take care of the trash! I thought he would use it like a knapsack or something!”

Jason Thew his hands in the air, and Dick let out a snort while he nudged the mess of a clown next to him.

“Well he very much did use it for something.”

“Nightwing! I’m just as mad at you for somehow loosing the kid this badly to begin with!! You. Are. Not. Helping.”

“I know but I’m just saying, he gets his dramaticism from you.”

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At the end of the day, Joker ended up paralyzed from the neck down.

Jason and Dick were both no longer allowed to babysit Danny alone.

And one little munchkin was, though very much grounded, hailed a hero by all of Gotham for the actions that were live-streamed by onlookers.

And once he was no longer grounded, he did get his family day.

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impyssadobsessions · 19 days

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Excerpts from my WIPS ;3 Guess Which story and when- or if its a story even up. If ya want.

----DPxDC

“Keep communication lines on, we'll be moving towards your location.” Batman had replied, which made Nightwing clicked his teeth. “How much should I bet you're not going to do that?” Dick turned to ask Jason as both of them hopped off the bike. “Do what? I didn't hear anything.” “Okay, so a hundred at least.” Nightwing hummed, as he followed Red-Hood back towards the abandon lab.

----DPxDC

"-One time she sent DASH! To babysit ME! I'm older than both of them now. Y'know how awkward that was? Though the look on Dash's face was hilarious.” Dick smirked, raising a brow. “The guy that bullied you? Why did she ask him?” “Ah, probably because he's a puppy that'll do whatever my sister asks. She knows it too.” Danny clicked his tongue as his face grimaced at the implications of it. “I may or may not have... scared him a few times. I do like a disappearing act.” Dick grinned as he could imagine what Danny meant. He did seem to take any form of “keeping tabs” on him as a challenge. Danny smirked back, a mischievous glint in his eye, before dropping his face. “Jazz was REALLY upset about it. I had assumed this was her being overbearing and protective like usual-I didn't realize how hard this was on her.” The guilt thick in his throat. “She broke down crying and.. I promised her I'll stay out of the house when she's not home. 'Cause I didn't know what to do.. or say. I just..” “Thought of the easiest solution?” “Yeah... I guess.” Danny shrugged, defeated.

---------DPxDC

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shouldn't you be resting, sir?” Alfred scolded. A small amused smirk on his lips as he carried lunch on a tray. Bruce just made a grunt. His eyes glued to the screen of the laptop. Images, news articles, videos. Whatever he could find was displayed on the screen, while he bit at the end of his pencil. A notepad next to him. “Ah yes, very informative answer, Master Bruce.” Alfred set down the tray on the nightstand beside his bed. There was more than just lunch on the tray as it carried a medical kit. Bruce sighed. He shoved the laptop to the side and struggled to sit up more so Alfred could replace his dressing. “This whole situation just crawls under my skin.” “I say it does, sir.” Alfred's hands move quickly to help replace the doctor's handy work. “Secret government organization, children in peril, and the boarder between life and death getting thinner by the day. Certainly sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

---------BULLY

Pete glanced back up at Mr. Smith. The man was eyeing him carefully, waiting for a reply. He must care about Gary in some way to go through this much trouble, right? And... it would be easier to contact Gary's grandfather than dealing with the headmaster. Pete bit his lip as he thought. “Um, Okay. S-sure.” “Atta boy! Hahaha!” Allen laughed as he smacked his hand on Pete's shoulder, making him stumble. Pete really needed to work on not being pushed around so easily. “Though, if you can mange to keep little Garreth in line, I'll add in a little bonus for your trouble. Since you're doing more than half what I was paying this damn school to do.” “That's not-” “Some good advice. Never work for free, Pete. Consider it a token of gratitude. After all, I think we both know watching my grandson isn't an easy task.” Allen winked.

--------DPXDC

Tim had no idea how he was going to pull this off. His eyes glancing from the Fenton parents to the boy he met yesterday, Danny Fenton. He knew he was dead. At least, was ghostly in some way. Danny didn't act or looked how Greta did, but Greta was visible as Deadman wasn't. So perhaps ghosts varied drastically? Either way, Danny being dead wasn't even the part that was bothering him. It was knowing he had to pretend he didn't know- while Danny sat right next to his oblivious killers. Well, the word killer might be too harsh. Tim theorized it was an accident regarding with a portal that opened on top of Danny. Which might also explain Danny's unique qualities.

---------DPxDC

“...Danny has traces of... Lazarus pit... stronger than yours.” Tim answered, with a concerned tone. They were afraid of how Jason would take it. And Jason was not taking it well, as he felt cold rage deep in his veins. The icy chill as he acknowledged that not only was Danny his blood... he shared the worse part of his blood. The reminder that they... Had died. Those scars... that was how Danny died and so far knowing their luck, he doubted it was painless. “Little Wing? Jay bird? You there, I'm almost at your location. How's Danny?” Dick called on the comms. Jason pulled the boy more into his jacket, giving him the best attempt of a hug he could. “Better than the fuckers who did this to him will be.”

------DPXDC

Danny had made an unfortunate discovery. His powers, like all ghosts, were based on emotion. Other's emotions. Even worse, the strongest one was fear. Fear fed on itself and grew stronger and stronger. And what made him discover this, made his heart sink with dread. He was stuck powerless in Gotham as his friends were laughing themselves to death along with other hostages in the room. Danny cursed at himself for listening to Sam. He should have phased them out of there, regardless of Batman's no meta rule. Now the only fear emitting into the room was his own. They were too far from others for him to feed off of, and ectoplasm was low. No.. more like the ectoplasm was being pulled away from the ground of Gotham and seeping into some other being that was far too greedy. “Well, well, well~ Look what we have here? A little party pooper!” A man with green hair and clown painted face cackled, as he waltz his way over to Danny. The black-hair teen ripped his eyes from his friends, glaring at the man. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, while he stayed knelt over his friends. “Funny, most parties I've seen at least has music.” Danny was feeling sweat dripping off his face. He needed to do something fast, but if he couldn't transform.. then he wasn't sure what else he isn't able to do. Not like this man looked fit, but... Danny knew danger when he sees it. “Ah, but this is music! To my ears at least, ehehehehe!”

----------CAMP CAMP

“Ah. Smell that, Gwen?” “Smell what.” “That fresh breeze! We had gone a full twenty-four hours without a single camp activity catching on fire.” “Huh, I guess you're right! This camp only smells half as shitty-” “Where's Max?” Both Gwen and David utter out in realization as it had dawn that neither of them had seen the troublesome trio since breakfast. --- “Don't worry Max! We'll save you once I finish chewing off my leg-” “Nikki! DON'T!” “Well... I'm fucked.”

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002yb · 6 months

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how abt an au where the villains of the month steal dickjay's dna and make a clonebaby :O

Okay, but what if it's a scenario where the Superfam and Batfam come together on some mission. They save the day, but in the wreckage of everything is this dark haired, bright eyed clone baby and all of them just stare because two of them are daddies but they don't know who.

So they all take turns caring for the baby until they can figure out what to do; whoever's DNA was used will have ultimate say, but they need to consider risks and the liability of it and-

SuperBat

Clark understanding where Bruce's concerns are coming from, but getting prickly regardless because Bruce is treating this clone baby like a threat. Clark has one clone son and he's perfect; they would be so lucky to have another. )<

To which Bruce shuts himself up because he's 1) not fool enough not to recognize that Clark will throw hands and Bruce is woefully under prepared for such a fight and 2) per his therapist, Bruce needs to make active efforts to 'be more sensitive to others.' This is a prime opportunity.

Also, Kon overhearing Clark being protective over him and getting all timid over it. Just scuffing his boot over the ground and acting like he doesn't care but really he's feeling so warm and loved and Tim rolls his eyes before bumping his shoulder against his friend and offering him an assuring and soft smile and ahhhhhh

Anyway, Clark and Bruce taking first watch of the child

And Clark isn't surprised by it; he's seen how Bruce is with kids of all species/creeds, but it still takes him by surprise to see how good Bruce is to this baby

He might be endeared, too. Because there's something really sweet about catching Bruce sat back in a chair, baby on his chest as he works, hand large enough that it spreads to support the babe's back and head - a protective stance

Or rather, Clark is definitely endeared. Because when Clark offers to tend to the baby, he only gets as far as reaching out to take them before Bruce is shuffling away, grunting as he goes to do the task himself because the old bat is attached after no time at all.

Clark does eventually get to hold the baby (which he loves; he gets all nostalgic about back when Jon was this small and how children grow up too fast, which Bruce can only grunt in agreement to because they really do).

But anyway, Clark gets to hold the baby and it's sweet. He supports them, holding them close to his chest and bouncing as he walks around, turning his head to smell the top of their heads and smiling at the baby smell

Bruce might feel just the slightest endeared by the sight, even if Clark being gentle and kind is nothing new.

Dickjay

Reluctant caretakers!dickjay, but only because Batman looks especially grim as he hands the baby off to Dick. Like this man is not keen on letting this child go

There's nothing to be done for it though. There are JL matters at hand and Superman and Batman can't skirt their responsibilities for too long at a time, so.

Even still, Bruce lingering in the shadows and being this foreboding presence in the background for a time while Dick and Jason take their turn with babysitting.

Things only settle once Superman herds Batman away. A comical sight that helps break some of the tension once Dick and Jason are alone.

Maybe they aren't anything to each other in this AU yet, either. Not really friends, hardly brothers. And it's not that they're estranged, but they don't seek one another out, either. Not unless it's for work.

Which is why babysitting together is weird.

Something something where Dick encounters the same problem as Clark had with Bruce, because while Dick tends to the baby, Jason keeps a distance and just sort of looms in the shadows. Wandering to the fringes of Dick's peripheral before pacing back away, arms crossed tight and scowl looking very much like a pout.

Because Dick is capable of watching a baby on his own and takes on the responsibility because Jason didn't/hasn't/has never seemed keen about kids in this way. Making sure they're safe? Of course. Having them drool and snot and vomit all over you? Not so much.

But the more Dick watches Jason and how fidgety he is, the more Dick realizes that it seems like Jason really wants to hold this kid.

So Dick asks Jason if he'd like to [hold the baby]. And of course because Jason is Jason, he won't admit outright that he wants to. It's clear with how his eyes light up, how he has to bite back a smile, that Jason is so eager though.

It's unexpected, to say the least.

What's more surprising is Dick's introduction to caretaker!Jason and how much of a mother Jason is.

It takes him out at the knees.

It's all Dick can do to stare in awe and wonder as he watches after Jason and the baby. Because Jason is so soft and gentle and sweet with them. The baby cuts through Jason's prickly exterior and on so many occasions Dick catches sight of the most devastating smiles.

And Dick has something of a domesticity kink always and forever so at some point he starts to get flustered by Jason being all kind and caring and delicate. Which Dick knew Jason always was, but to be confronted by it in such a darling way? Fuck.

But Dick tempers himself because it's still Jason.

So they go about their time babysitting.

Something something Dick playing with the baby a lot and keeping them engaged. Jason happening upon them because he hears baby laughs. So he wanders out from wherever he'd gone to find Dick and baby playing peekaboo. And the baby is thrilled by it. Their titters are so sweet that even Dick smiles - more wide and genuine (biting, Jason recognizes) than he's allowed in a long time and ahhhhhh.

And something to take Jason out at the knees: coming home from running errands or working a case to find Dick reading to the baby. Not even a baby book. Just straight up case notes and censoring the graphic bits as he goes and Jason is so damn endeared.

That feeling only gets worse when he comes back from showering and finds the both of them napping.

Jason gets a blanket over them and starts dinner. And when Dick wakes up to the noise, he flusters worse than ever before because Jason. Apron. Cooking for the family them.

Something something they're working on the couch together. Jason's got the baby cradled to his chest. Dick looks over occasionally because it's cute. But between one glance and the next Jason fusses and Dick looks over and oh.

The baby tries to nurse off of Jason through Jason's shirt and Jason tuts at them and Dick just stares because omfg. Jason scowling and Dick being genuinely flustered although he still laughs because it's funny and cute.

He still goes to get the baby's bottle though.

And when he comes back Jason jokes about how Dick would be surprised how often that's happened.

Which. What? <- an internal thought with an envy that rears itself in a startling way.

Externally though, Dick plays it cool.

'You've done this before?'

'With Damian.' What? 'He'd always bite, too.' What? 'Hah, he didn't change.'

Which leads into a conversation about how Jason cared for Damian way back when. And grumbles about how he should have stayed longer if only to have raised the brat with some proper humility and manners.

Dick minding his tongue over how Damian might have internalized plenty of Jason's ornery qualities, but a lot of his best qualities, too.

It becomes very clear how Jason missed out on being there for Damian growing up. So Dick fills him in starting from the point where Damian came to him, at least, and what an ornery punkass brat he was and how Dick loves him anyway

And from there they just talk. And they laugh. They taunt and challenge and jibe and get recklessly close to flirting as they exist in this domestic bubble with one another.

Oh. Something with Dick taking the baby to shower. And he has a towel around his waist but he's very much a wet and glistening dream as he pokes himself part way through the bathroom door to hand the baby off to Jason and Jason just about combusts because he was wholly unprepared.

Anyway, Jason's had a crush since forever and Dick falls in love over the span of their babysitting duties.

So when it's time for Conner and Tim to take over, Jason is more intense than Bruce ever was because no. Fuck off, losers. The baby is theirs. His. Uh.

The baby is eventually coaxed from them (despite Jason's snarls and scowls; despite even Dick's disappointment) though because vigilantism doesn't lend itself to this sort of normalcy, this form of goodness

But Dick tries anyway by at least holding on to Jason. And asking him out on a date and moving in together getting married having a circus trope of kids and-

KonTim

For flavor and funnies: Tim and Kon struggling to babysit the baby. They've overcome any number of hardships together, but child care might be their undoing.

Just two very young adults with no aspiration for having a family being confronted with family life and not jiving with it in the least. Like they're absolutely the sort that hold this baby beneath their arms and at arm's length as there's a two v one stare down because like...what now?

Spoilers: chaos.

But before that, Kon and Tim jinxing themselves because for a while the baby is just chill and not doing anything and just...it's so boring? They honestly don't understand baby fever or the hype of new parents; this is miserably dull.

Famous last words between them, because right after it's all crying and hiccups and blowouts and just all the nasty things those who aren't ready for parenthood tend to fixate on hahaha.

Like, one of them absolutely gets peed on while trying to change a diaper. And they screech about it while the other laughs. But it's okay because karma exists so the other party definitely gets puked on after changing their shirt for the third time.

Tim develops some sort of system for troubleshooting baby problems; manic first parent energy dialed up to 1000

And by the end of the day they're both exhausted and they just got the baby down and they're ready to sleep, but then there's more crying and they just smack at each other because, 'it's your turn.'

But it's Tim and Kon, so of course they get into a routine and get everything sorted.

Anyway, abrupt cut to:

Where Tim is working and has the baby in one arm against his shoulder while he types away with the other. Just patting the baby's back to burp them since they just ate while attempting to catch up on a case he's fallen behind on.

Tim distractedly grabbing the baby's bottle instead of his coffee cup. And when he goes to drink it, the rubber nipple pokes him and he scowls because ugh, come on.

Meanwhile Kon is just there, staring intensely and being wildly jealous because it's been days of nothing. So Kon makes a dramatic gesture to his chest/nips and Tim cackles because omfg, shut up stop.

Which only makes Kon snicker and smirk and take the challenge for what it is.

Basically everything devolves into Kon trying to seduce Tim

Another abrupt cut:

Where Tim is debriefing with Batman over something and Bruce hears the baby crying in the background and visibly straightens and leans forward, shifting left and right to try and get a better view while asking after the baby and Tim is just ._. because the baby is fine, no they don't need help and Bruce don't you dare zeta over-

DamiJon

Damian standing there with hands out ready to receive the child into his care, only Bruce is being stubborn about it again.

Bruce making all manner of excuses for how Damian doesn't need to babysit and that Bruce can cancel his plans and-

But Damian is a dutiful son through and through and is wildly obtuse so he misses the obvious with Bruce wanting more time with the baby and insists that his father resume his duties and responsibilities because Damian can be trusted with this mission

And Bruce is just a big sad boy about it because baby

Meanwhile Clark is just fond as he looks after his partner before turning back to Jon to assure him that Jon can call for him if anything happens.

Which Jon rolls his eyes at because it's just for a few hours; they'll be fine. And then a little hair ruffle moment because yes, they will be fine they've both grown so much proud dad feels ;3;

But also they'll be fine because DamiJon spend their babysitting time on the farm with the grandma and grandpa Kent supervising lol

Anyway, Damian holding the baby and being so calm that the baby is just zen af, dozing and drooling on Damian's shoulder.

Damian swatting at Jon's hand when Jon goes to poke the squishy baby cheeks

So Jon smirks and pokes at Damian's cheeks, too. Because they're still round with youth.

Damian retaliates by pinching Jon's cheek. Doesn't matter if Jon is grown now; Damian can fuck him up - watch it. )<

Since it's only a few hours of babysitting, they'd pass the time wandering the farm. Introducing the baby to all the farm animals.

Just baby pats for the cows and sheep and Damian mindfully taking the baby's hand when Jon brings them a chicken because he's not risking any bird pecking at the babe.

The chickens pecking at Jon instead lol

The baby being snuffled at by a horse and the sound/feel of it making the baby laugh and Jon beams about it because this baby is a Kent through and through; a total farm baby.

Damian commenting on how that might be. Because the baby has Jon's nose. Which makes Jon fluster a bit because what? Really?

Jon scuffing his foot over the dirt and mumbling about how maybe the baby is theirs, after all? They have Damian's eyes.

Damian refusing this, because it's clearly his father's eyes.

And Jon just about gags because no, nope. Damian or nothing.

But anyway, an easy day spent babysitting on the farm.

Jon being surprised by Damian's grace with looking after babies. And Damian gets to share some of the experiences he remembers with the nanny that looked after him. It left such a lasting impression on Damian and it's so clear that he's fond and tender towards the memories and Jon is both glad and jealous because it's nice to know that Damian had some kinder childhood memories, too (even if Jon wasn't a part of them).

Martha showing them both how to properly feed a baby and burp and change and bathe them.

Come the end of the night, they're all tuckered out. Jon and Damian passed out on the couches in the living room. And the baby nestled up with grandma Kent who is so happy to have another grandbaby. Great grandbaby? Doesn't matter.

And then of course there's a clamor (or as much of a clamor as Bruce makes) as Bruce charges up to the house to fetch his clone baby because Bruce is always and forever an intense father

Bruce taking the baby but forgetting Damian at the farm

The way this man reverses the car all the way from the main road back to the farm ahahahaha

And Clark is there with Damian passed out in his arms and Bruce is so flushed with embarrassment because 'not a word, Clark.'

#superbat #dickjay #jaydick #timkon #damijon #jondami #kontim

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syresdcthings · 1 year

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BRUCE IS RESPONSIBLE

Short batfam thing

Dick: As you all know, Alfred Is out on a trip for 1 week and Bruce will be in charge of all you youngens.

Damian: Urgh... Why couldn't you have taken responsibility Grayson? I don't want to eat fathers cooking all week...

Stephanie: Yeah man, or Alfred could've asked me

Dick: Excellent question Damian! I'm too busy these days to stay here and babysit, as much as I'd like to.

Tim: It's not babysitting. Me, Cassanadra, Duke and Damian just can't cook.

Dick: AS for Stephanie, I think you were one of the people Alfred wanted babysat.

Stephanie: HEYYY? I 'ONT EVEN LIVE HERE 😡

Jason: Heh punks. Have fun with Bruce all week.

Dick: oh, little wing... B man actually has to keep a closer look on you since Alfred's leaving.

Jason: WHAT?

Dick: so, without further ado, go and wreak havoc!

...

Tim: what.

Dick: Alfred paid me to make Bruce have as difficult a time possible dealing with you all. If you guys do what I deem a disastrous amount of damage without having the Manor fall to pieces, I'll split the money.

Jason: You do realise who you're asking to do this Dick.

Dick: I do. I give you all my complete permission. And if B gives you any trouble, tell him I put you up to it. You will only gain from this.

Damian: oh please Dick, out of all of us I thought of you as the most responsible. This is just childish.

Dick: 21,000$. That's 3000$ each.

Damian: Where does father keep the hammers?

Jason: I call dibs on smashing all the windows.

Stephanie: YO HOW MANY STATUES ARE IN THIS PLACE?

Tim: Atleast 16? Anyway, I'm gonna throw all the Antique China at a wall.

Cassandra: The plates :(

Duke: Guys don't you think this is a bit much..? I think I might sit this one out. One of you guys can have my thousand.

Dick swinging his arm around Dukes shoudler: Haha, listen Duke. You're pretty new around here, I get it! You don't feel as comfortable destroying the place as the rest of us but ... it's family tradition. Okay? Aren't you part of the family Duke?

*everybody gives him a stare*

Duke, tearing up: ... The chandeliers... I'll- I'll break the chandeliers...

Dick: PERFECT! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!

*Cuts to Bruce running around for all the Batkids, catching things, stopping Jason from breaking his cars, the oven exploding because Damian left it on "accidentally", the bathroom overflowing with bubbles (a Tim and Stephanie special), Cassandra using the paintings as fresh canvases for an "art experiment", Duke sobbing whilst he smashes the walls with a bat and through it all Dick is sat comfortably in a Sun Lounger that he pulled from outside while drinking a wine glass full of Pepsi.*

#dc #batman #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #damian wayne #stephanie brown #duke thomas #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #they are so silly #duke didnt get in trouble

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ynbabe · 1 year

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Batfam x male reader

Jason: How did you know there would be an extra uniform in the bag?

Tim: Everyone knows flight attendants are required to carry extra uniforms, in case they get called to work unexpectedly.

Dick: Or if something happens to the one they're already wearing.

Tim: Everyone does not know that. How did you both know that?

Roy (yes he’s a bat now, no idgaf abt queen): Worked airport security.

Jason and Y/n: *Simultaneously* Slept with a flight attendant.

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Jason: *sighs* I have no friends...

Y/n:

Y/n: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

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Tim: I can’t go, Dick’s mad at me

Y/n: Why?

Tim: Well there was too many people watching on the Netflix account so I texted him and told him to check the news ‘cause Batman was dead and when he saw I was lying he couldn’t get back onto the Netflix because I had taken his spot

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Jason: [on the phone] Hey do you remember when I said that me and Y/n were gonna have a calm night out?

Steph: Yes?

Jason: How much bail money do you have?

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Jason: [takes off his shirt and jumps into a fighting stance] Fight me you bitch

Y/n: [picks up Harley’s shirt and puts it on] What’s your next move?

Jason: Wait what-? Gimme my shirt back

Y/n: No you’ve made your decision

Jason: L/n I’m cold

Y/n: Should’ve worn a shirt then

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Dick: Damian loves the outdoors

Dick: That time we went camping he was like Mowgli running around those woods

Dick: I swear Y/n, he was that happy that I honestly thought about just leaving him there

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Y/n: Are you all caught up on homework?

Tim: I have a project due on Tuesday and I’m not saying I haven’t started but if you ask to see what I’ve done so far there wouldn’t be anything

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Y/n: Pete, why did you put syrup on the shopping list?

Steph: Cause I like syrup

Y/n: Yes but now it’s all sticky

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Y/n, serious: Don't go falling in love with me

Jason, also serious: Yeah, that's not a problem

*A few days later*

Jason: *yelling as he runs to Dick's room* DICK, I HAVE A PROBLEM

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Dick: Do NOT drink the night before the awards ceremony

Jason: Yeah yeah, be on time, don’t mess things up

Dick: NO. Alfred’s booked a bagpipe choir. You do NOT want to be hungover for a bagpipe choir

Y/n: Oh fuck

Dick: We’ll go out AFTER the ceremony

Dick: When the bagpipe choir has left the premises

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Y/n: Tim got so drunk last night he puked all over my living room

Tim: It was the laughing! You made me laugh and I threw up!

Jason: Yeah it wasn’t the nine vodka sodas, it was the laughing

Y/n: “Oh my god! I drank so much laughter before this!”

Tim:

Jason: You owe us a new rug

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Y/n: [climbing down the side of the building]

Tim: Y/n!

Tim: Y/n come back! You’re gonna miss your cocoa!

Y/n: [in the distance] I know!

Tim: Well can I have it then?

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Jason, after getting Tim duty: Horror movies don’t scare Tim

Dick: But Chuckie is so creepy though

Tim, spending wayyy to much time on Y/n with this: If I had to fight Chuckie I’d stand in an open field and kick him like a soccer ball every time he came towards me

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Y/n: We need to find Dami, do you have a picture of him?

Tim: No but I can draw him from memory

Tim: How tall is he? Like 2 feet?

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Y/n: Have fun at your party

Tim: Thanks

Y/n: You know what they say: “Liquor before beer, never fear. Don’t do heroin”

Tim: It’s a parent-controlled sociale for rich kids in Gotham I’ll be back before 9

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Y/n: Fuck sake Bruce you said I had to babysit one kid

[Dick, Jason, Steph, Cass, Tim, Duke and Damian waving]

Bruce: They don’t exactly come separately... and you only need to look after Damian

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Y/n: [waking up from a near death injury] You were scared

Jason: Nah, I was waiting to inherit your millions

Y/n: Let me know where you find them, huh?

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Bruce: Can’t you leave Damian alone?

Tim: I got all the Justice league, young justice, teen titans, titans, everyone at WE and a bunch of interns to sign this notebook I had and then I wrote “Sign here if you think Damian is stupid” on the cover

Tim: He almost cried

Tim: It was great

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Dick: Kid, could I have a moment in private with Y/n?

Tim: Sure, I’ll just plug my ears and sing an old sea shanty

Dick: Wait-

Tim: There once was a ship that went to sea-

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Tim, crushing on Y/n: Can I just say that I’d love to listen to you talk about Hell all afternoon Y/n

Jason, dating y/n and having met in hell: And can I just say that if I had my guns right now I’d shoot myself

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Y/n: Uhhh

Damian: *scoffs*

Y/n: You want a beer?

Dick: He's ten!

Y/n: I don't know, what am I supposed to do with him!?

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Damian: I wanna ride a horse

Y/n: Alright sweetie here’s the horse

Damian: That’s a horse?

Damian: [picks up book] I thought this was a horse?

Y/n: Damian that’s a cow

Damian: I wanna ride that

Steph: Me moo

Y/n: You’re not helping

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Tim, clearly drunk: I don’t even know how to drink! I’ve never had one! Like what do you even mix vodka with?

Y/n: A straw

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Y/n, at a PTM meeting: Wait- that guy is the bullying you?

Cass, under strict orders from Bruce not to fight: Hmm

Y/n, knowing Bruce can’t say shit to him: [powering up] Not my first human, doubt it will be my last

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jonmyblaze · 10 months

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" children scare the living shit out of me" au(or how fab five kids defended their babysitter Tim)

Jason easily infiltrated Titans Tower pretty easily, He had his old passcode.

Expecting to scare the living shit out of his replacement, so that he would never be Boy Wonder again.It was petty yeah but that was Jason's plan.

He did not expect replacement to have in his hands little girl with black hair in a little Robin outfit and bright green terrifying eyes. Now the replacement just going to die on principal.

One second later

Okay the green-eyed girl threw a fucking energy bolts at him! What the fuck? And he knew he wasn't tripping acid

Because of the multiple scorch marks on the wall!

Jason was on the run, inside the tower.(it was rather big New York paid a lot to keep it up)

he was still in his custom-made Robin outfit that he bought, (with the benefit of pants thank you very much)

Then he found a redhead kid, at first he didn't think much of it as he charged past him.

But then the flying girl with scary green eyes and black hair shouted to get after him.

Why the fuck was that boy with a flaming sword ready to cut him? Why the fuck does he look like Donna Troy?

And he flies too! Did he have a lasso ?

(one ass kicking later)

It took only 3 minutes of running and zigzagging through hallways before he found another kid,

or a blue haired archer girl , her bow drawn at him

Wait He thought she looks familiar

Lian?

(, multiple arrows drawn and fired Plus several boxing glove arrows later (

Shit multiple arrows were on him no where deadly but they were fucking uncomfortable barely penetrating the suit

Oh look is that kid a water bender? Oh fuck that's a water bender!

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Jason felt like his head received a swearly. he was still trying to get the water out of it

Then he felt to breezes in the wind

Or more accurately.

Or the two speedsters. That barely looked like they were five..

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Timothy Drake was lucky, today was the day that he was babysitting the Titans children, along with friends

Mari, Cerdian, Robbie, Jai, Iray and the eldest lian

He's still wonder who tried to break into the Titans Tower hey it was a perfect test run for the titans of tomorrow

Jason had to drag his bloody body out. God damn it he hated kids. You know what back to the drawing board

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verymuchimmortalcat · 2 years

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Consequences

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 3: Meeting the JL and Day 6: The JL Babysitting ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

When Marinette offered to be the one to try if the space power ups she’d made for the kwamis worked she’d never really expected this. She’d just been floating around in space, making sure her suit was fully functional in peace except she’s definitely been cursed at birth to never have a peaceful life and the watchtower was close enough that they’d spotted her and sent Martian Manhunter to bring her back to the watch tower.

They’re currently waiting at one of the entrances. She doesn’t know why and the superhero beside her hasn’t been particularly forthcoming with information. A few minutes later a few heroes appear at the end of the hallway. She relaxes in relief when she spots Red Robin’s god-awful costume. Tim can just explain things and she can go back to the bakery and sleep for the rest of the day.

Tim does not do that.

Apparently, he’s still mad at her for dumping a large amount of glitter in his room. In her defence, she had been bored and the glitter was biodegradable. Not that it was any less annoying.

She glares at Tim as Aquaman and Green Arrow have a hushed discussion with Red Robin's occasional extremely unwanted input. In the end, she’s taken to a meeting room and what feels like most of the Justice League is gathered there.

This is not how she imagined her first meeting with the JL would go.

As she explains the Paris situation to the heroes, Marinette considers the pros and cons of fratricide. Currently, there are more pros and every dumb question directed at her is not doing Tim a favour.

No, she is not the only Parisian hero. Yes, she has a partner. Yes, she’s had prior training. No, she doesn’t have a mentor (which is technically true, it’s not like she can say, “Actually, I’m Batman’s daughter.”) Yes, they’re handling it. No, the JL doesn’t need to intervene and so on and so forth until Marinette is one step away from yelling at all of them.

As they continue to bombard her with questions Marinette wonders how Timothy Jackson Drake, he died as he lived: being a fucking idiot would look on a headstone.

And then Flash asks, “Wait how old are you? You don’t look old enough to be one of two heroes responsible for a whole city. You don’t even have any other support!”

Tim snorts but he hides it with a cough. Marinette would like to exchange her brother for a pet, maybe a dog. Damian would agree with her.

She breathes in deeply, trying to calm down before she replies. Not that she gets the chance to. The rest of the members start to speak over one another and she gives up. Maybe she’ll sneak out once she’s sure they definitely won’t notice assuming Tim doesn’t tell on her, of course.

As the justice league continues to fuss around her, she works out her escape plan. Next time she should let Adrien be the one to test the power ups. He probably wouldn’t mind this.

She hears Green Arrow say, “We should probably call her parents, right?”

“Do you really think she’d tell us how to contact her parents?” Green Lantern shoots back. Tim is no longer trying to hide his amusement but no one notices, too busy trying to figure out what to do with her to question Red Robin’s odd behaviour. Asshole. She’s dumping more glitter in his room the next time she visits.

“We can just ask Bats to look into it.”

“Ask me to look into what?” The whole room quietens at the sight of Batman and Superman.

Marinette grins. Finally! She can leave. She stands, smiling, “the Justice League is apparently interested in babysitting random teenagers they find in space.” Her dad stares at her for a moment before sighing.

The whole Justice League is staring at the scene before them in confusion. Except for Tim and Uncle Clark. The two of them are trying very hard not to laugh.

“Ladybug, you’re too old to require a babysitter.” Marinette has never heard her father sound so done with their shenanigans that she grins, behind her Tim is openly laughing.

She struggles to answer in a way that doesn’t give up her identity. Fuck it. It’s not like the league isn’t trustworthy when it comes to secret identities and nor do they live in Paris.

“I’m aware but your lovely co-workers are treating me like a baby and my asshole of a brother isn’t helping the situation at all.”

“I’m not sorry,” Tim says unabashedly and Marinette knows even without looking at him that he’s smirking.

Turning, she glares at him, “Nor am I. I hope the glitter never gets out of your clothes. And if somehow it does, I’ll add more.”

He narrows his eyes at her. “You wouldn’t dare. Alfred would be so mad.”

“I’ll enchant the glitter to stick to you and only you.”

“You can’t actually do that.”

She frowns, “You don’t know that.” Tim does in fact know that. She spent an hour complaining to him about how hard magic was just last week but she’d rather die than lose an argument with her siblings.

B interrupts before Tim can reply, “Please stop. You’re terrifying the others.” He’s right, she realises as she looks at the faces around her. Not that she cares. Though he probably wishes she would. But he’s one step ahead of her and before she can continue her argument her father says, “I’ll let you two drive the Batmobile.”

“For the whole of next month?” her brother replies.

“Next week.”

“Three weeks,” she tries.

He sighs again, “Two weeks.”

“For each of us.”

“… fine.”

She glances at Tim questioningly. He nods. She beams, “Okay!”

“Now please go home.”

She grumbles before grinning and waving at the league members. “Bye! It was nice to meet you!”

She breaks into laughter at their gobsmacked expressions. Her father just sighs. Uncle Clark is the one in the end to get rid of the two of them. Gently steering them towards the exit and telling them he looks forward to seeing them on Sunday for dinner before closing the doors in their faces. She wishes she could stay back longer and make the members of the Justice League question their life decisions a bit more but oh well. At least she gets to drive the Batmobile. She can’t wait to go home and tell the others about it.

#maribat #my writing #bio dad bruce wayne #mbdbwm2022

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celaenaeiln · 1 year

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Dick knowing Jason is alive and caring about him in his own raised by Batman way.

So Dick comes back from space trip with the titans and-holy fuck Batman-his baby brother is dead?? He’s in complete shock, grief, and rage because Bruce did not tell him that and he had to find out through a newspaper that Jason Todd is gone. He rushes out to find Bruce and they have the massive fight where Bruce shoved him into Jason’s case and blames Dick for his death.

Dick, in his typical self-blaming way, is devastated. Bruce tells him nothing. However Dick is a detective and one of the best at that. Driven by sorrow, he throws himself into investigating Jason’s death, the circumstances, the end, and is wrecked by the result. One day on his periodic visits to Jason’s grave with a bouquet of Stargazer Lilies, he finds that the dirt has been slightly overturned. To the common eye, it’s unnoticeable but Dick has been trained by the best since he was 8. He knows what overturned dirt means especially since he was buried alive once. He charms the grave keeper and uses his newly acquired shovel to dig up the coffin and lo and behold, it’s empty!

Dick can’t just let this go. He feels the tendrils of hope rising in his chest. But instead of ruthlessly squashing it, he clings to it. He puts his Donna tracking skills to use and finds a clandestine trail leading to Nanda Parbat of all places. Well. It’s not like he can’t just barge in there. But he does know someone who can. You see, one of the greatest benefits in living outside of Gotham is that you don’t have a massive, hulking bat hunching over your shoulder. During one of his monthly fights with Deathstroke, he trades in a Nightwing favor for information on current happenings in Nanda Parbat. Not that he would ever show it but Deathstroke is surprised and intrigued. But there’s no way the older man is passing up this easy opportunity.

Deathstroke goes to the League of Assassins under the guise of training the Bat’s secret child. Talia is completely used to this behavior and suspects nothing. While there he recognizes a semi comatose man who looks vaguely familiar. Upon closer inspection he realized that this is the previously dead Robin. He, himself, has never had any interaction with him which is why it takes him a while to understand who he’s looking at. You know what? Now he knows why the Kid went so far as to trading in a personal favor for this. Obviously he isn’t going take the resurrected man out of here because it’s more trouble than it’s worth, and it’s not in his job description. Deathstroke goes back and hints at seeing Jason Todd to Dick who immediately picks up on it.

Dick is mind-blown. He had hoped but never believed this outcome. It was too unexpected! As he’s furiously debating ways of storming the assassins’ stronghold, a young boy comes knocking on his door. The boy insists that Dick return to Gotham and become Robin again because Batman is getting out of control without a Robin to hold him back from his edge. Dick immediately refuses. He’s had his time as Robin and has a new, loved identity. The people of Gotham’s darker sister city need him like Gotham needs Batman. Also Robin was passed down to his baby brother. He can’t take it back no matter how mad he is at Bruce for stealing his identity. So no. Not happening.

4 months after this conversation with the weird kid, he reads in the paper that Robin has resurfaced again. What? The picture looks too small to be Jason. Seriously, Bruce? Again? Dick speeds over to the cave and finds the kid that had stalked him for the last months standing in Robin’s colors. After a tense conversation with Bruce, he comes to find out that his cute, little stalker had blackmailed The Batman into becoming Robin. The Audacity! The balls! Batman’s face! On a darker note, he also comes to realize that Tim Drake, the baby he used to babysit - god why did it take so long for him to remember that - as a kid was being neglected at home and by Batman. Rage rushes through him in a heartbeat. This little sweetheart who used to follow him around with big, sparkling eyes was being neglected? Absolutely not. Dick vows to be a better brother than he was for Jason. He couldn’t save him the first time and he will not be repeating the same mistake a second time.

Dick trains the kid, takes him to different places, drives him in the Batmobile, takes him train hopping and gives him all kinds of advice. Aside from his personal struggles, Dick shares everything with him from his experiences with romantic partners to how to fold laundry. Tim adores him for it. This is the big brother he had always wanted since he was 5 (not that Dick knows). While Tim and Dick are bonding, Dick still struggles with his emotional guilt. These are things he could’ve done with Jason had he not been so hurt and aching because of Bruce. He wishes he had more time with his brother. He wishes he had gone through with his adopting Jason before Bruce beat him to it first. He wishes they had more than a mere 2 years of love and caring before his sweet, prideful brother was gone.

As he’s pondering on a Bludhaven rooftop, a muscled man in a brilliant scarlet hood suddenly attacks him. The mystery man is undoubtedly well trained. His bullets are annoying to dodge and his punches are heavy. But Dick wasn’t trained by Batman, Shrike, Deathstroke, and wanted by several skilled villains as an apprentice for nothing. As he fights the man to a standstill, there’s something tickling in the back of his brain. There’s just something familiar about this man that he can’t quite put his finger on. The man eventually runs away and Dick is left with a persistent feeling of curiosity. While speaking to Tim a few weeks later Tim complains to him that there’s a new vigilante in town driving Batman crazy. He’s going around in a leather jacket with a Bat emblazed on his chest and killing mobsters and stuffing their heads into a duffle bag to tease Batman. While the image of Bruce gritting his teeth to dust is amusing, the bat shaped sign on his chest is worrisome. After all the Bat has a no kill reputation! If his self-proclaimed associate started killing people in his name the consequences would be devastating! Who in the world-?! Wait. WAIT.

Dick rushes back home and starts investigating again. He had stopped tracking Talia’s movements after Tim had settled into Robin but what if! Reading reports from his universal spies friends on Talia’s movements made everything make sense! His theory turned out to be correct! His! Baby! Brother! Was back!!!! Now the question was whether to tell Bruce or not.

As he thought about this, a slow, devious smirk spread on his face. This was the perfect opportunity to get back at Bruce. If Dick kept his mouth shut about Jason’s identity, Bruce would be forced to find out himself. He would be shocked and horrified at what had become of the 15 yr old. At the same time, Jason could still continue enacting his revenge. Both on Bruce for not coming to save him in time and on Gotham for being the way it is. Of course Dick could never condone the killing Jason had set his mind to but, perhaps, maybe. He could just look the other way this time. It’s not like Jason was the only person in the vigilante society who used killing as a way to fight criminals. And when you’re the heir to the Justice League and have led every team in existence, you come to know many, many different kinds of people.

Between telling Bruce sooner and taking revenge on him for emotionally manipulating Dick while simultaneously letting Jason have his fun, the choice wasn’t hard at all. So Dick keeps quiet. A born performer, he goes through the motions like he’s in a play. He beautifully plays his role of being the naive older brother who’s appalled by his suddenly revived younger brother’s actions when the truth comes out. He pretends to be upset at Jason’s killings when they clash again. Which actually isn’t too hard because he is partly upset at the deaths but still somewhat used to it because of his associates. The thrill of delight at seeing the range of uncontrollable emotions Bruce experiences is kept well hidden.

A large portion of him aches at seeing his beloved father in pain though. No matter what Bruce did when Dick was 18 still doesn’t compare to the utter love, affection, and adoration he showed him since he was 8. They were each other’s firsts for everything. Bruce was all of Dick’s childhood and adolescence while Dick was all of Bruce’s 20’s. Bruce was Dick’s brother, father, and partner. When Bruce took dick in at 22 he was far too young to be a parent of a 8yr old. He could barely take care of himself. As a child, Dick would force Bruce to stop working and go to sleep. They would make meals together and get scolded by Alfred. Bruce took Dick places and did things with him that he never did with any other batkid. Their bond is the deepest and most unique. If Bruce was darkness then Dick was his light. No matter what happened, that Bruce will always stay with Dick. But. That doesn’t mean Dick can’t be upset at Bruce for hitting Dick in his own grief and self-disappointment. Dick was merely giving what he was due.

After that things went worse than originally planned. He never expected Bruce to throw Jason in Arkham and he never expected Jason to leave. Yet every cloud has a silver lining. Bruce eventually grew more accepting of Jason’s wild habits and mellowed down. Jason found friendship and familial love in Roy and Kori. It warmed Dick’s heart when Kori told him while lazing in bed together how Jason was slowly healing. Roy would be a good model for how to grow into your own identity and live outside your parent’s expectations of you. Tim had also found another family in the new titans. Dick knew Tim would never be the same after Dick fired him from Robin but there was just no easy way of doing it. Their relationship was slowly patching up and soon they would become extremely close again. It was time for Tim to grow into himself and stop living under another’s shadow. After all. There was a new baby who needed the protection of Robin. And Dick would give everything to see him thrive.

#canon divergent #mostly canon #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #bruce wayne #batman #damian wayne #robin #robin jason todd #koriand'r #starfire #roy harper #arsenal #dickkory

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wonderinglullaby · 2 years

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hi !! if you had time for it, cld you do some caregiver!bruce wayne/batman hcs? any iteration is okay !!

🧸 : MY TIME HAS COME YES! one of my favorites! I have many hcs for this!! A request finally gets me a chance to write them out >:]

I usually do general hcs for caregivers but there’s a lot of mentions of the batfamily too - most of my hcs for cg Bruce have to do with them. so. hope that’s alright!

🖤 CG! BRUCE WAYNE

• Caregiving is extremely important to Bruce. He is already a father, he knows how important it is to look after little ones. Although he knows not all regressors need carers, he thinks it’s important that soon all find someone to help them and support their regression.

• He loves babysitting too. His own littles are his main priority, but he loves helping kiddos without a caregiver. He wants to help anyone explore their regression if they’re having some trouble. He tries to be that one with good advice and always super loving - just to bring someone some comfort.

• Learning about age regression officially for him came from a couple sources. First, Steph discovered it online and asked if he would be her caregiver. Although Bruce has heard about age regression before, he never found a reason to really explore the concept. He decided to give it a shot, because he really wanted to help Steph - soon enough, he discovered he really like doing it.

• After Steph came Tim, then Jason - and it started a chain events where all the batfamily were more open about agere and how it helped each of them. Honestly, they probably wouldn’t have tried if it wasn’t for Bruce’s help and support. There is just pure comfort radiating off Bruce when he’s in his carer-space.

• Bruce does a lot of experience with caring for different ages, since the batfamily regress to different ones - he’s got a lot of knowledge, but he’s always doing research about age regression and learning more. He always wants to be helpful.

• Through all this, he’s just so happy his kids found a good way to cope with trauma. Throughout the years he’s seen them go through method after method and none of them worked. He’s just happy they’re happy - which is probably why he loves caregiving so much.

• Being a caregiver is honestly a fantastic way for him to cope as well. Because of his job, Batman & Bruce Wayne can overlap sometimes, causing some guilt. He often feels like he can’t ever be a more gentle person. Caregiving can remind him he’s not all mean and tough.

• He also loves getting to be with his kids while they’re little. He hadn’t adopted them near their little ages, he really gets to connect with them - it’s like creating memories they weren’t able to have.

• He remembers stuffie’s names and offhand things littles say so well. Little Steph and Dick have a tendency to name random things, and he remembers them. Steph named this one table “bob” and thats what Bruce calls it now.

• Oh you bet this man has such a baby voice talking to his littles. Is he embrassed by the baby voice? yes. He always stops it when Alfred walks. But it’s not like he can hide anything from Alfred - and frankly, Alfred finds it very sweet.

• He always makes sure to come up with some cute nickname for little ones and sticks with it. It’s usually a cute variation of the little’s name!

• Other then that, he’ll pick through the classic nicknames like ”baby”, ”kiddo” etc. But it’s only whatever one his little is most comfortable with. He always lets them pick first.

• He basically spoils his little ones - not with gifts, but with so much love and affection. Always a soft “love you” reminder and open to cuddles. He gives very good hugs since he’s got a very protective grip. He’s also very strong so he can hold two kiddos at once, easily.

• This being said.. he still kinda does spoil them with stuff. In the sense where if anyone mentions “I want this,” or “I might try this,” offhandedly he’ll get it the next day. He’s rich, he’ll buy whatever he wants. and he wants all littles to get the opportunity to try new gear & toys.

• Despite his close involvement, he’s never overbearing. Although he often worries that he is. That’s the one thing about being a caregiver he’s insecure about. Just what if he’s too much? He never mentions this to his kids, but does share his doubts with Alfred. He’s quick to reassure Bruce he’s doing his best, and he’s proud of him for wanting to help others cope so much.

• Steph pestered Bruce a few times about getting involved in the online community of agere, since that space is pretty important to her too. He eventually decided it might be fun - so he’s got a blog thing where he gives advice and talks about being a caregiver. Steph basically runs it though since he always forgets about it. She just asks him about stuff and writes it down.

• Overall, he’s trying his best. He loves caregiving and tries to make regression the best possible experience.

#had trouble writing these for some reason #couldn’t remember all the hcs #oh well #age regression #agere #fandom agere #dc comics agere #dc agere #agere headcanons #caregiver headcanons #fandom age regression #cg batman #🪁 requests!

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moonlitdesertdreams · 2 years

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It's only sixteen hours...

A/N: This is just a little piece that I found in my drafts from a while ago. If there's interest, I'll definitely start on a part two for you guys :)

Tags: Jason Todd x f!reader, Jason Todd x you, Jason Todd x Reader, Jason Todd, Red Hood, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Batfam, Batfamily, DC Imagines, Red Hood x f!reader, Red Hood x you, Red Hood x Reader, The Joker, Death in the Family, Lazarus Pits, Nightwing, Robin, Damian Wayne, Richard Grayson, Dick Grayson, Batfamily fluff, deaging, deaged jason todd

WARNINGS: None :)

Summary: Two Robins stopping by your apartment is never a good sign. Especially when they have a very small, very familiar kid in tow.

Word Count: 1.1k+

**gif does not belong to me**

“Just a minute! Christ, these pizza guys get more impatient by the day.”

The woman stalks from her frankly understocked bathroom, hair half-dry and blowdryer still hot on the counter. She snatches a beat-up leather wallet on her way to the door, kicking discarded boots out of the way.

“What’s the damage?” She calls, likely loud enough to irritate her upstairs neighbor.

“Oh, you’ll see.” The voice is familiar. Very familiar.

Hand on the doorknob, she halts and huffs a sigh. “Go away, Tim. Jason isn’t even here.”

“Listen, it’s important-”

He starts off with her real name, which gives her pause, as Tim Drake- and all of the Waynes- have been calling her Bug for as long as she’s known them. There’s only two situations she can fathom where Tim would dare use her real name; the first possibility was he had a death wish, and the second was that something was wrong. Horribly wrong.

Bug grinds her teeth before cracking the apartment door and nudging Jason’s pile of miscellaneous weapons to the side. To her surprise, it’s Damian’s face that greets her, complete with a domino mask and sweaty hair. A hood conceals the rest of his face, which connects to a baggy sweatshirt and blue jeans he’s somehow managed to slide over his costume.

“Damian? Why are you here?” She demands, leaning against the doorframe.

Damian, uncharacteristically silent, shifts awkwardly and points to his left, just out of Bug’s line of sight. She pokes her head into the hallway and observes a similarly dressed Tim Drake, face ducked into his hood while he holds a small, sleeping child in his arms that appears to be wrapped in Damian’s cape.

“Can we come in? Not exactly inconspicuous out here.”

Bug is not a fan of young children, and she loathes babysitting, but there is something in Tim’s voice making her stomach twist. His usual robotic tone and calculated movements are absent, and his brow is creased deeply enough that it looks like it hurts.

“Make it fast.” She permisses, stepping to the side.

The child in Tim’s arms shifts, but remains with its head tucked into his shoulder. Both boys shuffle inside, Damian making himself at home on her couch while Tim lingers near the kitchen.

“So, we were fighting this…” Tim scratches his head, careful not to jostle the child, “Wizard.”

Lifting a brow, Bug smirks. “Let me guess. Bruce is adopting another kid that needs a checkup?”

Being associated with the Bat-family and holding a medical degree often resulted in Bug playing pro-bono street doctor. That is, until she nags Bruce about the cost of supplies and he gives an excessive amount of money to continue the care for his ragged group of vigilantes.

“Not exactly. I mean, Jas- er, he does need a checkup.” Tim stammers, “He was caught up in the fight with the wizard.”

Bug’s tongue slides over her teeth and she crosses her arms. “Wanna try that again, Drake?”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be pissed, and you’re scary when you’re pissed.”

She growls. “Timothy.”

Damian shoots up from the couch, face twisted in irritation. “This immaturity is outrageous.”

He stomps into the kitchen, taking a fierce stance in front of Bug, hands on his hips.

“Todd appeared in the middle of our fight, which had apparently crossed into his ‘territory’.” Damian begins, and Bug feels her stomach begin to drop. “He refused to let those educated in the art of magic continue the battle, and insisted on joining. While failing to properly gauge his enemy’s attacks, he was struck by a spell.”

Yep, that sounded like her Jason. Bug chews on the inside of her cheeks, attempting to read Damian’s face through the domino. “What kind of spell?”

A breathy laugh slips out of Tim’s mouth, and you look to the older Robin. “The kind that, uh, makesyouintoachildtemporarily.”

Bug blinks. “...Makes you into a child?”

Damian motions to the child in Tim’s hold who is now beginning to shift, small hands clutching fistfuls of his sweatshirt.

“Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Bug snaps, imitating Damian’s regal accent and posture. “Shut it, hellspawn. Like someone getting fucking de-aged is obvious.”

“Tt. With your level of education, it should be obvious at this point.” Damian shoots back.

Bug opens her mouth to return his attitude, when a small voice beats her.

“Leave her alone, Demon brat.”

She looks towards the source, finding familiar teal eyes staring at her. He looks similar enough, Bug thinks, with the piercing eyes and white streak tangled in with black bangs. Though he can’t be made to look older than five or six, something on his face tells her the memories didn’t fade like his age. Bug smiles in his direction, unsure how to approach the situation.

“He remembers everything, but as far as Zatanna could tell, he has the emotional processing of a child. So, it’s a lot. A lot for his brain right now.” Tim murmurs.

Tiny Jason twists to look at his younger but bigger brother. “I might be pint-sized, but I can still kick your ass, Replacement.”

Bug bursts out laughing at the nickname. Hearing such a small person speak with such animosity is hilarious, no matter the situation.

“Doubt it, Todd.”

Jason seems to consider Bug’s reaction and Tim’s words a moment. At first his face grows frustrated, and then begins to redden. Bug tilts her head to the side. “Jason, honey, are you alright?”

Those familiar eyes track to her face again, but this time they’re brimming with tears. A pang of guilt slams into Bug’s gut, and she immediately feels guilty. Tim has just told her he was emotionally vulnerable.

“I’m f-fine.” He starts, “This is all just s-stupid.”

Bug feels a tug on her heart, reaching a hand to brush it over Jason’s unruly hair. “I know it’s all really hard right now.”

Blustery eyes focus on Bug just as his hands reach out, and she doesn’t hesitate to extract him from Tim’s hold. It seems his clothes have been shrunk with him, and if he wasn’t a sniffling mess, Bug would tease him for how adorable his Red Hood armor was.

“Shh, Jason. It’s alright.” She soothes.”

And just like that, Damian and Tim are strolling towards the door, Tim with your abandoned mug of coffee in one hand. “Thanks, Bug!”

“Um, excuse me?” Her tone stops both Robins in their tracks. “I have questions, Tim.”

Jason continues his soft whimpering, face hidden in Bug’s shoulder.

Tim drains her coffee mug despite its lukewarm state. “Zatanna said it should wear off shortly, within uh… what’d she say again Damian?”

“Sixteen hours.”

“...Sixteen hours, yes. Have fun!”

Before Bug can argue, the door slams.

“Well Jason, I guess it’s you and me.”

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bluboothalassophile · 2 years

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jayrae as a married couple with kids ? yk living their type of normal as a request

Hello,

How about hunting for a babysitter?

Death or the Devil?

“Bruce is not babysitting her, just no, Zatanna interfered, and no, Jay,” she shook her head.

“We didn’t know she could do magic like that,” Jason reasoned as they both went through the list of family members to babysit for their date night. No way they could hire some poor, unsuspecting babysitter to babysit their child. They’d seen the Incredibles Jack-Jack adventures which had pretty much summed up their child.

“I know, but Zataras are… untrustworthy, and your family trusts them too much,” she explained.

“What about Dick? He raised Mar'i,” Jason pointed out.

“And he hasn’t passed a sobriety test in three months,” she countered.

“Fuck, why’d he have to fall off the wagon,” Jason groaned as he rubbed his brow.

“What about Mazekeen?”

“Your step-grandmother’s affinity for weapons…”

“Tinuviel is part demon,” Raven reasoned.

“And part archangel, celestial, Endless, witch, mortal, god… Jesus… Rae…” he groaned as he listed off her heritage.

“She is not related to Jesus!” Raven strangled out.

“God is your great-grandfather,” Jason countered.

“So? We are not trusting God to babysit Tinuviel,” Raven muttered. “And Maze can babysit when Tinuviel can actually hold a weapon and not hurt herself. What about Luci?”

“You want Lucifer, the devil to babysit her?” Jason reasoned.

“He’d give her too many ponies…” she muttered as they both looked at their daughter.

“What about Alfred?”

“He’s got the night with his daughter Julia, otherwise, I’d say yes. What about Constantine?”

“I don’t think that’s wise,” he grimaced. “She might have her first drag in his custody, and I’d really like for my daughter not to have my bad habits.”

“Harley and Ivy could babysit?” Raven offered.

“Harley had our daughter help her rob a bank last time.”

“Shit.”

“What about Tim?”

“Zataras!” she quipped. “Or Fate. Dr. Fate does like Tim, so that would be so much worse…”

“Fuck.”

“Victor?”

“Remember when Tiny accidently summoned Darkseid in challenge?”

“Oh right, Vic did say he’d BOOMTube Apokolips to Hell if that happened again, but I don’t think it’d be a bad thing?” she reasoned.

“New Genesis threatened war if he did that,” Jason sighed.

“Why would they care? They’re always at war with Apokolips,” she muttered sourly. “What about Dream or Destiny?”

“No! You uncles would never return her if they got a hold of her, and then they’d pull the, she’s an Endless crap and we’d have to fight the Endless to get her back.”

“Dream is unusually fond of her,” Raven muttered in agreement.

“What about Roy? He raised Lian, and is sober,” Jason pointed out.

“He’s on mission with the Arrows, remember.”

“Artemis?”

“She’d take Tiny to Themyscira and then we’ll never get her back,” Raven sighed. “Also, Donna and Diana think she need training.”

“She’s a year old!”

“I know. What about Death.”

“I want you to think about what you just said, little bird.” Jason waited and then his wife groaned as her head fell forward.

“I really suggested that?” she grimaced.

“Death is lovely, and I like your grandmother, but I don’t think we should entrust our daughter to her just yet, or ever, you know, implications and all.”

“Why is it so hard to just find a babysitter?” Raven demanded.

“Duke?”

“Midterms,” she countered.

“Kents?”

“Again, Zataras.”

“Fuck the Zataras, fucking goodie-two shoe, problematic assholes,” he grumbled.

“So just to clarify, we can’t leave Tiny with my dad, my brothers, Kents because of Zataras, we can’t leave her with Arty because of the Amazons, we can’t leave her with your moms because she’ll be an alibi, we can’t leave her with Roy because he’s busy with the Arrows right now, can’t leave her with my grandfather because he’s having a night with his daughter, we can’t leave her with your grandfather because he’s the Devil, can’t leave her with your grandmother or her brothers because we’d have to break reality to get her back, can’t leave her with your brother because he threatened to have intergalactic war break out because of the lengths he’d go to defend her, can’t even leave her unsupervised because everyone wants to kidnap her, so what are we supposed to do?”

“Luci is looking like our best option,” she sighed sourly.

“I like Luci, but we’ll have to barter him not creating a universe for her,” Jason sighed.

“Well, the only unasked guardian is my great-grandfather and he is a big fat NO,” Raven muttered.

“What about Arella’s family?”

“Alice?”

“She’s raising a set of Charmed Ones,” he pointed out.

“Charmed Ones are not Tiny,” she countered. “Also, I think if anything it’d be more of a beacon for people to come after them.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Jesse, Jared, Jacob, Jack, James, and Jude are on the loose, and demons always like to challenge people for power, Tiny is very powerful, and that is the challenge.”

“So… Maze and Luci are the best options for us to have a date night?”

“How is it the Devil and his Consort are the best options!?”

“It’s them or Death.”

“I’ll call Luci,” she sighed. “I’ll have to get his word not to give her a universe.”

“You are a very difficult child for being an easy-going baby,” Jason informed his daughter who was sucking on her elephant pacifier. She blinked her big blue-green eyes at him and he smiled softly as he ran his hand over her black curls. Tinuviel was a very easy, quiet baby, she just liked being held, and she had a surplus of family always wanting to hold her, between his family and Raven’s family, it was nearly impossible for her to put down. But a year of antics from outside forces trying to snatch her or steal her, it was enough to have them wary about who they left her with. They were always careful, but goddamn it, they needed a date night.

“I was summoned, now I want to see my favorite great-grandchild! Have a lovely date night, I want another great-grandchild, call sometime tomorrow or the day after,” Luci appeared and smiled as he snatched up Tiny and disappeared.

Jason was left sitting there bewildered.

Raven stood there equally bewildered as they looked at one another.

#bluboothalassophile #dc fanfic #jason todd #raven roth #raven #jayrae #redrae #raex #lucifer moriningstar

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safyresky · 1 year

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If your Christmas prompts are still open, I wanna request #22. Holiday lights BUT! It has to involve Lucy in it. She is my girl :)

(25 Days of Christmas Prompts) (which yes, now that I got this one out I am STILL DOING! send them in if ur vibin!)

Lucy? LUCY? HELL YEAH. I stole ur blorbo too btws, I hope that's okay given the uh, joint custody. IT'S MY WEEK NOW (/jk). I just think he neat 🥺🥺. Also this is why this took so long. I was so nervous about the blorbo, then i went into OVERTHINK M O D E like 'oh god but now there's not enough LUCY?!?! It was an experience. But then I realized THREE THINGS: A) Jacqueline ships BlackIce SO HARD, B) so does Lucy in my head at least, and C) if there were any two people to bully Jack into letting someone help, it'd be Jacquie and Killian lmao. I HOPE I DID THE BLORBO JUSTICE. ENJOY!

Holiday Lights

"Are you sure you don't want me to call someone?" Lucy asked, frowning.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm positive! I've got it under control," Jack said, dangling from the eavestrough. "This is all part of the process!"

Lucy strongly disagreed.

It had been very nice for Jack to offer to help her put up lights at her new place. Really nice! It was just. He wasn't someone she'd have asked, personally. Her Dad would've helped! But he was very busy during the holiday season, which was totally fine. Lucy got it. Holidays made people come face to face with a lot of issues so, you know, therapy.

Uncle Scott would've been happy to help, too, but it was literally his busy season and she hadn't wanted to add more to his list.

Charlie was on a hiking trip with Danielle for the next two weeks, and even though he'd have been able to just snap his fingers and poof! Lucy's new place would be lit up (perks to being a Legate), the weather wasn't going to stay this mild forever (Jack had assured her that snow was coming). She was a HOMEOWNER now, and she was determined to make it look just as cozy for the holidays as everyone else did on her street, before everything got all icy and cold.

And unfortunately for her, Jack was determined to help. Mainly out of spite, since when he had offered Uncle Scott had scoffed and that had started a whole. THING.

Lucy huffed, an errant lock of hair floating up, then down. "I can see if any of the neighbours have a ladder!"

"I don't need a ladder," Jack insisted, swinging his legs back and forth. "I just need to get back on solid ground and it'll be fine."

"I don't think you should be swinging like that—"

A sharp, metal screech rang through the air. The section of gutter Jack was holding onto had bent forward mid-swing, pushing him farther away from the solid ground he needed.

"—because of that," Lucy said with a sigh.

"This is fine," Jack said, even though it was most decidedly not fine. He was even farther from the roof now, and the actual ground was. A little bit of a long way down. "This is exactly what I wanted to do."

"Yeah, no. I'm calling backup."

"Please, Luce. There's really no need! I just need to," he trailed off with a frown, looking down at the ground. "Ah. Right. No snow. Well, if I just..." he lifted a leg; the gutter groaned, sinking lower.

Lucy sighed, puling out her phone and scrolling through her contacts. "Unbelievable," she said, swiping right when she saw Jacqueline's contact on her recent list.

It rang twice before the younger, not-as-stubborn winter sprite picked up.

"Yellow!"

"Hi Jacquie!"

"Oh, hey Lucy! What's up?"

"You're brother's doing some dumb shit and refusing to let me help him not be dumb, can you—"

"Girl. You had me at dumb shit. I'll be right over! I'm just in line at Timmies."

"Timmies?"

"Yeah, you know. Timmy hoe's? Tim's? Tim Horton's? Canadian institution? I'm in Saskatchewan. Huge polar vortex on the go and I'm babysitting it. Want anything?"

"Oh! Tim Horton's! Can you get me that smoothie thing? The pink one?"

"Sure! Does Jack want anything?"

Lucy looked up at the Legend. She almost asked; almost. But then she remembered that his hands were otherwise occupied hanging off of her eavestrough, and decided that stubborn Legendary Figures who refused help to prove a point to a fellow Legend who wasn't even HERE didn't deserve mediocre treats from Canadian institutions.

"He's good," Lucy said. "See you soon?"

"Yep, see you soon, Luce. Hi there! could I please get—" the line clicked dead.

"You did NOT just call Jacqueline."

"I did!" Lucy shouted back up, chipper. "You're hanging off of the gutters on the second floor of my house, Jack! And you're being really persnickety about getting help, so who better to convince you than your younger sister? Younger sisters can be very convincing. I would know, I am one."

Jack groaned, throwing his head back. The eavestrough copied him.

A few errant snowflakes breezed by, Jacqueline turning the corner around the garage in her work clothes, slurping an icy, chocolatey looking drink, large aviators on her face. She stopped beside Lucy, passing her a pink smoothie and looking up at Jack with a snort.

"You didn't get me anything?" Jack shouted down.

"Lucy said you were good, and she had a point! Your hands look a little full right now," Jacqueline shouted back up with a shrug, Lucy laughing around her straw. "So anyway. What the fuck are you doing?" Jacqueline asked. "Lady above, I sure do love being in the human world," she added as an aside, Lucy laughing in response.

"My best! Which, need I remind you, Mom says is good enough!" Jack said, once more swinging himself back and forth.

"Are you sure that's wise?" Jacqueline asked.

"Well," Jack began, a bit gruffly. "There's no snow on the ground and my hands are a bit preoccupied right now. I can't quite hop down to the roof from here. If I keep doing this though, it should swing back enough for me to hop back onto the roof, and get that last corner."

"He sounds very sure of himself," Lucy said.

"That's the scary part," Jacqueline replied. She took another long, obnoxious, slurp. "I can just make a snow ramp for you! Or like, send you a wind!"

"I don't need help, Jacqueline!"

She slurped again. "Lady of the Springs, he is being stubborn."

"I know!" Lucy said, throwing her hands up, exasperated.

"How did he even end up. Well. Like THAT?"

Lucy sighed. "I don't have a ladder. He said he didn't need one and walked up the side of the house. He was trying to get that last corner, but we got rain overnight so it was all wet and yucky, so he froze it and—"

Jacqueline choked. "HE SLIPPED ON ICE?!?!?!?" She turned to the now very grumpy Jack, hanging away on the gutter. "YOU, JACK FUCKING FROST, SLIPPED ON ICE?! YOUR OWN ICE? THAT YOU MADE?!?!?!?"

"YOU ARE MY LEAST FAVOURITE SISTER," he shouted back, the eavestrough groaning.

"YOU KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT!"

"He needs help, Jacquie. And he's being so stubborn about it I called reinforcements. So what should we do?"

"He's being such a wooden spoon," Jacqueline scoffed in agreement. She slurped once more, sticking out a glowing hand. A steady stream of snow blasted forward, layering itself up and up and up, twisting and turning until it stopped just below Jack, glittering in the sun.

"JUST SLIDE DOWN IT!"

"I DON'T NEED OR WANT YOUR HELP, JACQUELINE," Jack shouted back. He kicked his foot forward. The ramp fractured. The fracture grew bigger, cracking all the way down, smaller cracks shooting out to the sides, fern like fractals spreading out from the little cracks. The main crack hit the bottom, and with a loud POOF, the snowy ramp dissipated into a rather large snow bank.

"What is WRONG WITH YOU?!" Jacqueline demanded.

"What part of I don't need or want your help did you NOT understand?!"

The eavestrough groaned once more, dipping down even farther. Jack's hands slipped down a bit; he grimaced.

"Jack you are HANGING from a GUTTER," Lucy said, hands on her hips. "I know you really wanna prove Uncle Scott wrong but don't you think this is a little much?"

"No," Jack said, the same time Jacqueline said "He definitely does not."

Lucy sighed, shaking her head. "We've gotta get him down from there. Being nice isn't working."

"I hate that Jack and Santa are trapped in like, this eternal pissing contest where they just have to one up each other every time," Jacqueline huffed.

"We've gotta like, one up the both of them. Or like, maybe try a different approach? We could embarrass him, maybe? Roast him? Annoy him until he accepts our help? Maybe even be mean?"

Jacqueline's face lit up. "I have an idea," she said. She leant in close, whispering into Lucy's ear.

The redhead's face lit up now, too. "Do it," she said.

"I don't like your tone," Jack said from the roof, trying to slowly climb his way up the eavestrough now. "What are you two doing?!"

"Oh, nothing!" Jacqueline said sweetly, pulling her phone out of her pouch pocket. She popped the pop socket out, twirling it between her fingers before unlocking the phone, and scrolling through her contacts. The metallic blue back of her phone sparkled in the sunlight, the reflection nearly blinding Jack.

"That doesn't look like nothing, Jacqueline!"

She slurped in response, scrolling through her phone until she found who she was looking for. She smirked, straw still in her mouth, and clicked call.

"Oh my god, Hi Kills! You would not BELIEVE what dumb shit Jack is doing," she said, walking away, as Jack felt the colour in his face drain as fast as the crap that had been caught in the gutter had sloshed on him when he grabbed it to keep from falling in the first place.

"She's not actually calling him, is she, Luce?"

"Sorry Jack, you forced our hands," Lucy said, shaking her head sadly and trying very hard to hold back a smile in favour of a more serious facade.

"You're not sorry at all," he said, somehow managing to succeed in sliding up the gutter more.

Lucy covered her laugh with her hand, Jacqueline joining her side once more. "I know I'm not," she sassed with a smirk, Lucy having to physically turn away to hide her laughter, busying herself with a very long pull of her smoothie.

"Of course you aren't," Jack said, flushing as he heard the familiar sound of someone stepping out of the shadows.

And sighing, annoyed, when this was followed by a very loud bout of laughter.

"Jack, you know, I'm all for your crazy shenanigans, but this one? You're gonna have to walk me through it," Killian, the Boogeyman himself, taunted, stopping beside Jacqueline, his hands in his pockets, an amused look on his face.

"Nice to see you too, Killian," Jack said, with a resolute sigh.

"Kills. It is so important to me that you ask me how he got there."

"Jacqueline, how on earth did he get there?" Killian asked, heavy on the sarcasm.

"HE SLIPPED ON ICE!"

Now all three of them were laughing. Jack was sure that if his face turned any redder, his hair would combust and turn to fire.

"The only thing that would make this funnier," Killian said, wiping away a tear, "Is if it was his own ice."

"Oh well I am about to MAKE your DAY—"

"JACQUELINE DO NOT—"

"IT WAS," Jacqueline shouted over Jack, with an absolutely FERAL grin.

The laughter started up again. Jack felt himself sliding back down, the little progress he had made reversing in an instant.

"Sure you still don't want any help?" Lucy asked.

"I'm sure he's fine," Killian said with a smirk. "It looks like he's just hanging out."

Lucy laughed; Jacqueline snorted. "That was bad."

"So bad it was good," Killian replied. "Seriously though, Jack. What is all this?"

"Santa doesn't think that I can put up Christmas lights," Jack began. "I'm merely proving him wrong."

"Wrong?" Killian asked. "That doesn't look," he held back a laugh. "Are you sure you know the meaning of the word?"

"He absolutely does not," Jacqueline said, giving her icy confection a stir.

"I do so!"

"Do not!"

"Do so! This is all going as planned—"

"It is not," Killian said. "How is this part of the plan, snowman?"

"You rat bastard, I'll have you know that I got a whole side of the house done! See? Look at them! They're sticking to the house better than the eavestrough is!"

"And where do you fall on that scale?" Killian asked, eyebrow raised.

Jack slid down the eaves some more.

"Better than the eaves, but worse than the lights," Jacqueline said thoughtfully, Lucy snorting.

Killian smirked. "I actually think the eaves are doing better than him."

Jack gasped indignantly.

Both girls were doubled over in laughter at this point; Jacqueline was leaning on Lucy's back, the young adult holding her knees as she wheezed.

"Oh, what would you know about eaves?" Jack snapped.

"More then you, apparently, since I wouldn't have grabbed them to stop a fall in the first place!"

"I'm not going to fall!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not! I told you, everything is under control—" the eaves bent even more, cutting Jack off.

"There's no way they can keep supporting you, especially with how close to the edge you are. Why are you being so stubborn?!" Killian demanded.

"BeCAUSE," Jack replied, "Scott was way jerkier than usual about it! He is not aging with grace and it shows."

"That's actually very true," Jacqueline said, Lucy nodding in agreement.

"See? Anyway, it's a matter of pride, Kills!"

"When isn't it with you?"

"I—okay fine, that's fair. You got me there," Jack conceded, Killian crossing his arms with a satisfied smile.

"If you're not gonna let any of us help, the least you can do is a flip on your way down," Kills said.

"That's so mean!"

"Let him have this, Jack!" Jacqueline said. "You broke the guy's heart! I think he deserves to see you flip on your way down!"

"Thank you, Jacqueline." Killian said, dryly. "That's very sweet in a very. You way."

"I try," she said with a shrug, her ponytail happily bouncing, any double meaning flying right over her head. Lucy rolled her eyes.

"You know, Scott's not even here! How would he know if you got help?"

"That whole, creepy, he sees you when you're sleeping? Knows when you're awake?"

"No he doesn't."

"Yes he does!"

"No, he doesn't!"

"Yes, he DOES!"

"Our powers don't work on each other, Jack! He can't see you!"

Jack blinked slowly, realization hitting. "Our powers don't work on other Legendary—oh, shit. You are so r—"

But before Jack could finish, the eavestrough finally gave out. With one last groan, it snapped, and Jack went flying.

Lucy gasped, stepping forward then stopping, unsure how to help. Jacqueline and Killian lunged forwards at the same time.

The snow bank beneath Jack swirled up, meeting him halfway and sliding him forwards. He flipped through the air, a pair of shadowy arms reaching out and grabbing him before he could hit the ground.

He landed, bridal style, right into Killian's arms. He blinked up at the man.

Killian blinked back.

Jack blushed.

Killian smirked.

"Sorry, you were going to say something?"

"No I wasn't."

"Yes you were. I think it was something about me being right?"

"That doesn't sound right."

"No you definitely were," Jacqueline said.

"And you were ALSO going to say that not asking for help is stupid and competing against Uncle Scott is stupid and that this whole thing you two do all the time is stupid," Lucy said, ticking each item off her fingers, Jacqueline nodding and slurping in agreement.

"Well how do I know you guys won't tell?" Jack said, crossing his arms in a huff (still being held by Killian).

"I'll make sure that Uncle Scott knows you did an amazing job with no help at all," Lucy said, sweetly. "I promise."

"I'm no snitch," Jacqueline said.

"That's a lie," Jack said.

"No it's not!" Jacqueline said, aghast.

"And if she does tattle," Killian said, turning his head almost completely around to face her, exorcism style. "I'll eat her toes."

"THAT doesn't work on me anymore," Jacqueline said. "You're not going to eat my toes."

"Yes he will," Jack said. "Fingers AND toes!"

"I don't believe that for a second, but I am very fond of those appendages so you have my word, I will NOT tattle, Sprite's honour, I swear. Please stop looking at me like that, Killian, it's making my neck hurt for you."

Satisfied with the sprite's promise, Killian turned back to Jack. "You'll let us help now?"

"Yeah, sure," Jack said.

"Good. I'm going to put you down now."

"And I was just getting comfortable," Jack replied.

Now it was his turn to blush. The boogeyman frowned, looking away and dropping Jack into the snow pile below him. The sprite landed with an oof, the snow poofing up around him.

Both Legendary figures completely missed the look Lucy and Jacqueline shared, and the subsequent fist bump of a job well done.

#dani answers #alpharra #dani writes #prompts #the santa clause #the santa clause 2 #the santa clause 3 #lucy #jack frost #jacqueline frost #killian/boogeyman #crystal springs #cs au #tho admittedly killian is canon to me ;)#based on L's summary from the last fanart dump! this is somewhere post redemption. pre them getting back together #i went a little crazy (in my defence you said i could) and this happened?#anyway. i'm fond of it! lucy and jacquie shipping blackice gives me life!#and i got to dig into victorian slang while writing this (wooden spoon) >:)#AND AGAIN. SORRY FOR THE WAIT! I HAD A CASE OF THE BLORBO WORRIES. AND THEN DID AN OVERTHINK. AND THEN WENT. WELL. FUCK IT!#AND IF I DID NOT DO THE BLORBO JUSTICE. T E L L ME #bc i love him with my whole heart and would hate to see him ooc as much as i'd hate to see any of my ocs ooc #anyway i had to spend the last 48 hours fiercely battling the urge to play hades so i could get this done. i failed.#BUT TODAY IS A NEW DAY AND HERE IT IS #BUT I GOT IT DONE EVENTUALLY! it was such a doozy lmao i've never been so nervous to write someone else's oc in my LIFE #i was POURING OVER killian nuggets we've gotten #like a monk pouring over an old tome #anyway. I HAD FUN WRITING THIS ONE LMAO #jacqueline's such an ass. i love her #really wanted to make her say YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THE FLIP but could not fit it in #ANYWAY. I HAVE STARED FOR TOO LONG. LET'S POST THIS MOFO AND THEN GO DIE ABOUT IT

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missyourflight · 1 year

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when i was on livejournal i used to review, like, everything i watched or read (bc i did not have a job). i kind of miss that so here are some notes about some of the things i read/watched in january!

the hour (s1 - rewatch): i feel like unless you were In It you can't understand the hold the hour had over us when it was airing. whishaw! romola! dominic west as a rake who wants to Learn! the looks! the fonts! jamie parker and anna chancellor and andrew scott and joshua mcguire!! the mechanics of how we bear witness!!!! nobody not even the rain has such small hands!!!! jesus christ. anyway here's 1k of space stuff from yuletide 2012

justified (s1&2 - rewatch): inspired by @love-leah's vital boyd/raylan fanfictions honestly, this whole show should be about boyd/raylan. i remember first time around i was very into the tim stuff because we were living that hbo war miniseries life and honestly the episode where he has to babysit raylan is still very good.

eyes wide shut: for some reason i watched this like new year's morning?? anyway i had fun with that one nicole kidman monologue and the like gaping chasm of blank panic under tom cruise's good guy mask. if you have seen barry lyndon should i watch barry lyndon?

mr malcolm's list: zawe ashton forever obviously!! very sweet for oliver jackson-cohen to be allowed to be funny for once, sope disiru can do literally anything. i rented this on amazon and i wish i had just bought it lol

white noise: obviously the supermarket dance sequence is the best part. idk i feel weird about don delillo ever since i had to read out a fisting scene from cosmopolis as a 17 year old virgin in english extension class 🙃

evil under the sun: my first ustinov poirot, worth the price of admission for the incredible diana rigg and maggie smith bitchfight energy (including an amazingly agressive performance of you're the top). i would like to go to an island please

emma (2020) (rewatch): i love it So much!! everything i said in this deranged letterboxd review still stands!!

aftersun: mescal and corio both wonderful, i can't get over calum's despair developing like a polaroid

the sting: good old-fashioned homoerotic fun etc. paul newman's eyes are So blue

best in show: i watched the christopher guest mockumentary trilogy thing with my sister and this was our favourite. the dogs!!! also there's a thing catherine o'hara does with her knee that killed me

babylon: i loved the parts that were about making films and didn't care for most of the rest of it! could really have done with less of a lecture about why cinema is important

the fabelmans: by contrast i loved the stuff here about why this one specific person is drawn to make films! paul dano has my heart forever and michelle williams' performance did not really work for me whoops

kate beaton, ducks: two years in the oil sands: hark a vagrant was such a touchstone for me, i read this all in one sitting and immediately wanted to give it to three of my friends - her anger is so palpable

#sophposting #monthly media #talk to me about any of this or anything you have enjoyed this month!

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I wonder what all the younger heroes plan to do career-wise once they're older. What do you think? I can't really see Bart becoming a scientist like Barry or Wally, or a reporter like Iris, so he's a mystery. Maybe a counselor like Ed? Helping kids with traumatic backgrounds? Does Jaime want to be a dentist like in the comics? What about Cassie? She doesn't wear a mask or anything, so is she a public hero now? And Virgil? Even Tim and the other Batkids? Sorry for the overload, just curious!

Sooo... for reasons I cannot explain, I am terrible at thinking these sorts of things up (seriously I can even do it for my own life) hence why it has taken me SO LONG to come up with any of this (very sorry about that)... anyway, here goes...

Careers…

(there is absolutely no logic or reasoning behind most of these - I just wrote down the first thing I thought of… and I have no wider DC canon knowledge either...)

Ed - (who is probably the easiest one) would be some kind of counsellor… maybe if we ever see the sanctuary thing Dinah mentioned in the last episode we could see Ed actually working there as a counsellor (I presume there’d be councillors there) - the MHYC certainly doesn’t seem to have much happening there anymore - so maybe that’s his next step?

Bart - definitely something with kids - I imagine he loves babysitting and being around kids who are bursting with energy all the time - he’s good at keeping up with them - so something that involves taking care of them.

Jaime - an engineer… i can see him studying in something technical but I definitely cannot see YJs jaime being a dentist… but who knows maybe he is - Greg and Brandon do like keeping in obscure comic details - like Dinah being a florist.

Traci - something with animals… I can imagine her working/volunteering in an animal shelter and having a strong connection with all the animals

Cassie - a writer...

And Virgil - something artistic... illustrator or photographer maybe...

Again, there’s no actual reasoning behind these two, I’ve just got this image of Cassie shadowing Clark at work and cassie not shying away from going straight into a difficult story and Clark being impressed and a really great mentor - those two bonding would be so fun to see (honestly, after s4, I just want more Clark interacting with the youngsters - it'd be cool)… Then maybe Virgil could be like the jimmy Olsen to Cassie's Clark Kent - they have such a strong friendship, and I like the idea of them teaming up outside of the hero game - it doesn't have to be in journalism, but whatever it is, she writes and he illustrates to create something truly epic!

Raquel - I have no clue and can't even think of something random...

same goes for kaldur - though i feel like for him, up until the end of his arc in s4, his life was being Aquaman or serving the king/council in some way and nothing else... so yeah, no other clues on him.

then, Dick - a detective, but in his off time he goes back to his acrobatics...

and Zatanna is a stage magician.

And that’s all I got for potential professions. In terms of secret id’s, I will say i have always been confused on what the situation is with those who don't where masks who are public heroes - Ed, Virgil, Cassie - i presume they're just out and, given nothing has ever been said otherwise, I guess they don’t get too much trouble from it. I don’t know but I would really like to see what everyday life is like for those who don’t wear masks - I imagine there’s the odd selfie request… and now I have the image of Ed and Bart walking down the street when they’re stopped by someone asking if they can have a picture with Ed the Outsiders, the kid gives Bart the camera and he and Ed just share a knowing look at each other before taking the picture, the kid thanks them both and goes merrily on his way while bart and Ed playfully tease each other for the rest of the day.

Thanks for the messages anons - I hope this answered at least some of your questions…

#thanks anon!#ask box #my response #young justice #yj #my random thoughts #bart allen #eduardo dorado jr #cassie sandsmark #virgil hawkins #jaime reyes #traci thurston #clark kent #tackling the backlog

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