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jasontoddsgaythoughts · 1 year

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The BatKids as the Gotham Region Gym Leaders

Gym Leader Number Six: Jason Todd (The Half Fire Half Ghost Type Gym Leader)

Jason as a Gym Leader: Jason as a Gym Leader is more about strength. While other Gym Leaders will test their challengers on more technical skill (Duke their resourcefulness, Steph their cleverness, Tim their strategy, and Cass a trainer’s decision making process), Jason prefers to figure out what the strength of each Trainer and their team is, and how to draw it out of them so they’re better prepared when the battle is over. While Jason could be battled at any point of a Trainer’s journey, he would preferred to be challenged a little past the halfway mark, if not at the end. Most of the Gotham Region’s older residents would describe Jason as a brute, but he has a loyal fan base of usually younger trainers who understand his concerns and intentions.

Gym Set Up: Jason Todd has a flare for dramatics, so his Gym is set in a large abandoned theatre where a trainer is ushered into a large corridor, and waits for a infamous quote from a classic literature novel to be read halfway over the building’s sound system, before being asked to choose a door to a stage room (out of three options) that correctly finishes the quote to continue moving forward. Of course, since it’s Jason and he wants to test a trainer’s strength there will be gym trainers waiting on the stage of each room, reading out the end of the line (one correctly, the other two will improvise), so a battle is unavoidable. Nonetheless this will continue for five more turns, until you reach Jason in the back on the largest stage in the theatre. If you battle Jason early into your journey the Gym Trainer’s team will include Vulpix, Numel, Litwick, and Misdreavus. If you challenge Jason halfway through your journey his Gym Trainer’s teams will be comprised of Banette, Mimikyu, Darmanitan, Salazzle, and Talonflame. If Jason is one of your final opponents, his Gym Trainer’s teams will consist of Volcarona, Chandelure, Arcanine, Aegislash, and Trevenant.

Gym Team Roster (Early Journey Edition): Facing Jason early on your journey will give him a team of Magby, Lampent, and Litten. Magby is masterful at smokescreen so it gives his team an edge at hiding when needed, Lampent is mostly to stick with the Gym theme, and Litten having been Jason’s first Pokémon (not this Litten, the Incineroar version from his final team) is a Pokémon Jason is the most familiar with so he can push out its strength well. If you defeat Jason he will hand you a TM for Will-o-Wisp.

Gym Team Roster (Late Journey Edition): Jason as your final battle, or one of the last, will handle a team of Gengar to take out any early Water or Ground types with Thunderbolt and Giga Drain. Following Gengar is an Alolan Marowak that was given to him by Tim. Third on the team is a Spiritomb for great defense, then followed by a Mega Charizard Y that is a gift from Bruce. His second to last Pokémon is a Dusknoir for great defense and offense, and his final team member is an Incineroar, his long time partner since it was a Litten when Jason lived on the streets of Gotham. If you defeat Jason at this stage he will hand you a TM for Overheat.

Vigilante Team: Jason, out of all the BatKids, has the biggest Pokémon team when it comes to his vigilante team. His team includes Incineroar, a Dragapult for stealth and aquatic assistance, a Salazzle for extra stealth, a Drifblim for aerial assistance, a Rapidash for quick transportation and extra strength, and a Turtonator, because I mean it’s Jason and Turtonator has explosions on its back, and for extra strength.

Civilian Party: Jason’s civilian team rivals Damien’s with a full team of six. His first Pokémon is Incineroar because it’s over protective of Jason. His second is a Houndoom to match Damien’s that was given to him by Talia when he was training with the league. His third is a Phantump that followed him after his resurrection and wouldn’t go away. His fourth member is a Ninetails that he grew fond of, but caught because of its regal appearance when he became a Wayne again. His fifth Pokémon is a Scizor that was a gift from Barbara. His final Pokémon is a Minior that was a gift from Kyle when he came back to Earth (gotta keep the Jaykyle agenda going strong lol).

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Non of the family was really fighting. They were trying to capture Jason. Jason was trying to run away/stall. There are scores of comics where a group tries to capture Jason and he gets away. Leviathan had Bruce and several league members fight Jason and he beat them. All I know is the issue was one of the few moments since UTRH that stressed how good Jason is a strategy and playing people.

Yes! the way I read it, it feels like an ordinary sibling brawl but vigilante standard. I remember back then when I was a kid when my Mom made me jump into the pool, once I get into the pool, I didn't want to stop to the point of my sister had to drag me out of the pool with physical force (we were both kids, nothing serious happen). same thing here.

Also, your examples show that it's USELESS to debate which one is stronger among batkids because almost DC comics are plot-driven, so it really depends on which one is being the main character/main villain in the series.

i feel like in the TFZ, the bat sibling "fight" is written quite fairly. no one really wins here, not even Jason because TFZ managed to escape but barely and they have to deal with being chased in the next volume.

the complaints feel like they just hate Jason can even hold up against batfam, like it's not allowed for Jason to be slightly competent, he must be the dumbest one against their fav and be beaten easily, which you know, is unfair.

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So i got this ask and the more i think about it, you're absolutely absolutely right anon. This must be how this zombie group idea was pitched

And this one is from Rosenberg's interview, about how Task Force Z comic was pitched

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110 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

For people that complaining about Jason won against the Batsibling, especially Cass, did you actually read the whole run or just this panel then got angry out of context?

193 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

So finally catch up with task force Z (the only run that i read that now since I'm still on DC Comic break).

Not really love Jason's describing himself as the same level with Bane (who literally killed Alfred?! and Jason killed him in issue 4 but now Bane's rising again because death really mean NOTHING in this run, like NOTHING NOTHING)

And no one corrects him, which seems that this is also Rosenberg's take on Jason and not just Jason's being self deprecating

Like no Jason, maybe this is just me being a Jason's stan, but no, you're not the same, like why suddenly Jason is really into this team? Maybe because they just saved his ass earlier?

However, love Jason and Batman conversation. like what Jason said to Batman is exactly what i think about their relationship too.

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397 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Lol i just realize that there are Gotham citizens in the background. and they just standing there, watching vigilantes sibling fighting and all, being dramatic af while they just waiting for their train

Just another Tuesday for Gotham citizens.

Also, Jason's face is just open like that in public?

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Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids.

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint?

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower.

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes.

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer.

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest.

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

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Arguably the funniest part of fics where the justice league finds out about the Batfam being connected to Batman (and their secret identities) is the fact that about 7/10 times, the younger heroes connected to the Batkids are already aware of the secret and the connection. The older heroes are the only ones being surprised. And I LOVE it. Wally knows before Barry Bc Dick told him, Roy knows before Ollie Bc of Jay, etc. etc. So all the older heroes are over here having heart attacks, meanwhile the younger heroes are all making plans to prank Bruce at the Manor during the next Sunday dinner and all the Batkids are leading to charge. And the whole time, it’s just like: Bruce didn’t even reveal his identity to the older heroes once like, 5 of their mentees/kids knew. But he just allowed the situation to get so far that JON knows the Bats’ identities before CLARK. He can’t stop his kids from being less paranoid about their secret IDs, so he decides to hold off telling their friends’ mentors until literally the last possible second, AND in the most dramatic way possible. Not only is it a giant prank against the JL by the Bats, but also by basically the entire younger hero community Bc the Batkids make friends and allies every time they lead or join a team lol

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daydreamerhabitz · 2 years

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Batfam and how I would rate them based on how they take a play fight:

(But since they're vigilantes, there is no normal play fight and I wrote this after a anxiety attack at 5 AM, so they're all probably out of character...I just needed something wholesome really.)

Bruce:

There's three ways a play fight will go down with him: 1- He's very tired and will willingly lose the fight. 2- He'll lose the fight on purpose and will make a dramatic scene about it, because he's a dad and wants to have fun with his children. 3- It won't be almost 2 seconds in and he's already won. He's going to laugh about it and most likely there will be a competition amongst the batkids on who can take down the batman when he puts up a fight.

10/10 Because it's my headcanon and in this household Bruce is a good dad.

Dick Grayson:

The perfect person to have a play fight with. It's gonna be fun and no one is going to get actually hurt, because he makes sure of it. The only downside is that sometimes he'll use acrobatics to have an advantage and tease the other person. But it's all in good fun and overall is going to be an almost fair "fight".

10/10 would recommend.

Jason Todd:

A MANACE. It's not going to be a fair fight, but sure as hell it's going to be a fun one. He's going to play dirty and when I say that I mean that he'll tickle the other person and probably lick them too. WILL make sure that he's being annoying but will never take it too far. Will pick the person up if they are shorter than him. Even though he can be an asshole, he's actually very careful and sometimes will lose just like Bruce, because he just wants to have fun really and doesn't want hurt his family even if it is a joke(That's a secret though and I didn't tell you that hehehe).

.... However, most of the time it's game on and will not go down without effort.

9/10 Because tickling is not fair.

Tim Drake:

I feel that play fights with Tim will either turn into a competition really quickly or just end in a spam of seconds. If he's feeling his best, it can drag out for almost hours and he'll not back down. Specially against his siblings, he's going to make sure that it'll be hell trying to win against him. But then there's times that he basically loses in a instant??? Not because he wants to, it's because he doesn't know his body's limits. He'll be running on two hours of sleep and coffee and he'll still try to act like he's got in him to win a fight. The batfam probably started to purposely fight him when he's like this so they could finally get him to be knocked out and sleep.

6/10 He's too stubborn for his own good

Damian Wayne:

Not a good person to have a play fight with because he takes it too seriously and it's quickly going to become a real fight. Swords or any sharp objects need to be seriously out of reach if you're going to play fight him. He'll bite.

4/10 Would not recommend.

Stephanie Brown:

There will be no actual fight because it will be just fun. Sometimes will lose the fight because of external factors aka she gets really clumsy during play fights and has hurt herself on more than on occasion ( She laughs about it though) Another one who doesn't play fair and will tickle whoever she's up against. Good luck if she and Jason decide to team up, you're screwed.

12/10

Cassandra Cain:

At first, I don't think she really cared about play fights? But then she got the gist of it and now she loves it.

After Dick, she's the best person to play fight. The only reason she isn't the best it's because it's almost impossible to win against her. If it weren't for the already existing competition on who can take down Bruce, the bat family would be probably be taking turns on who can beat Cassandra. The only people who have won a fight against Cass have been Bruce, for obvious reasons, and Stephanie....I will not elaborate on that.

9/10

Duke Thomas:

Sweet boy. You know that meme of the guy who walks in with some pizza and everything is on fire? That's Duke. While everyone in the batfam can get really realistic and intense with play fights, with some exceptions here and there, Duke would just standing there just shocked.

He'll never start play fights, but he'll go along with it if he needs too. But he'll constantly mindful not to go overboard, so play fights with Duke are very short. He still has fun though!

8/10

Alfred Pennyworth:

No one dares to go up against Alfred. He's too powerful and any kind of fight with him means getting your ass kicked. But honestly? If anyone had the courage, play fights with Alfred would be really awesome. He would take it as an opportunity to teach you some tricks that could be used in real fights as well. But, of course, there will be no winning against Alfred. That's just impossible.

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Request from @the-ace-of-spades-is-a-queen!! Very funny little drabble about something I thought about a while ago. Enjoy ❤️❤️❤️

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Omega squad has their Friday routine down pat. After the all leaders meeting the day before, Lian and Irey had shown up a little later than they would other weeks. Jon’s already working on dinner for the night, filling the living area with deliciousness, kept company by Milagro as she goes over her Corps files. Colin and Jai jokingly bicker about what the best solution to the movie they’re watching is. Jai looks up as his girlfriend leans over the back of the couch to kiss him.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey. Batface here yet?”

Colin snorts, “No, Li. Damian hasn’t shown up just yet. Mar’i either.”

“Not surprised.” Irey shrugs, sitting next to Milagro at the breakfast bar. “Her dance classes have been going late the last month.”

Lian’s phone blasts Highway to Hell before any of them can say anything else. The archer pulls it from her back pocket and answers without looking at the caller id.

“Harper’s Crematorium. You kill ‘em, we grill ‘em.” She waits a beat, “No, Uncle Jason, I will not change how I answer the phone. What’s up?...Damian and Mar’i? We were just talking about them...They left a while ago? No, we haven’t heard from--”

The twins look up as the tv beeps loudly. Jai frowns reading the alert, “‘Facial recognition in traced transmission?’”

“It’s been a while since we’ve had that.” Irey points out as Jai changes the channel. They’re not sure what they’d expected to see, but definitely not Damian and Mar’i scowling at a camera, rope tied tight around their wrists and a metal collar around Mar’i’s neck. A bit of dried blood on Damian’s scalp should have them worried...If only Damian didn’t look pissed off to all hell.

“Er, Uncle Jason, turn to Gotham News 17. We found them.”

“Attention Bruce Wayne.” The team looks at the discount kidnapper stepping out from the shadows. Even Zachary would have called it over the top. “We have your son and granddaughter. If you want them returned safely, you will listen to our demands.”

Amateurs. That much is clear to see for the team, especially with the generic demands of money and no police involvement. While the kidnapping should still worry them, it doesn’t stop the stifled laughs. Of all them to take, they really picked the worse two.

“Alright, Uncle Jason...No, we’ve got it...Love you too, bye.” Lian hangs up. “Okay, who’s going to pick up Princess and Batface? Apparently the Batkids are under orders if captured by, well, morons just looking for money to sit tight.”

“Oh, I’m sure Damian loves that.” Jon chuckles, lowering the heat on the stove. “Mil, can you make sure no one burns dinner?”

“Of course.”

Irey gets up, stretching her arms, “Mind if I come along?”

“And not give you a chance to hold something over your boyfriend’s head? What kind of a friend do you think I am, Impulse?”

Laughing at the super’s dramatics, Irey heads to the door, “We’ll be back.”

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“Remind me why I can’t break the ropes.” Mar’i grumbles to her uncle. Damian watches the guards step out for another smoke break.

“The same reason I can’t dislocate my thumbs to get out of them.” He murmurs back. “We’re not supposed to be able to.”

“They have kidnapping training for rich kids--”

“And they mainly teach cooperation if escape is unlikely--”

“It’s not like it’s a secret that I have super strength--”

Damian gestures to the metal collar around her neck, “And no one knows meta collars don’t work on Tamaraneans. I’d prefer we keep it that way.”

The princess groans, letting her head fall back against the metal post and leaving a dent, “I hate when you’re right.”

“I’m aware.” He grunts. Neither of them of likes sitting down, other parts of their training kicking in. Eyes track the guards as they pace the room. Noting how long it takes them to a sweep. Which are armed, which is more comfortable. Neither of them react as the door opens and the leader walks toward them.

“You two comfortable?” Neither teen answers. He lifts Mar’i’s head with a finger, “I asked you a question, pretty.”

“Take. Your. Hand. Off. Her.” Damian glares at him.

“Or what?” The man grabs Mar’i’s face, making the princess look directly at him, “What’s stopping me from letting my men at this little slu--”

Mar’i sinks her teeth into his hand, making him howl. Her sharp canines make it harder for him to shake her off and even hitting her in the face just hurts him more. When Mar’i finally lets go, two of his burly henchfolk pulling him back, the three of them falling back. Spitting blood on the ground, Mar’i gives them the charming smile she learned from her father, “I’m what’s stopping you.”

“You little--” The man reaches for the gun only to find it missing. Before he can look at them, a familiar form comes crashing through the ceiling. Mar’i’s eyes brighten at the sight.

“Oooo, Superboytoy.”

“Really, Mar’i?” Damian rolls his eyes.

“Let me have this.” A crack of lightning enters the room, Impulse throwing a henchperson into another. She comes to a stop in front of the two tied up teens.

“You need some help?” Irey asks, not bothering to hide her smile. Jon flies down, catching the leader as he tries to hit Irey from behind. Lifting the man up by his collar, Jon narrows his too blue eyes, letting them grow red.

“Put me down, you fucking freak!”

“Well, if you insist.” Jon throws him into the last two henchpeople by the door, knocking them all out.

“Finally.” Mar’i breaks the ropes with a flick of her wrists. Damian pops his thumbs out of socket, slide the ropes off. Reaching up, Mar’i crushes the collar, tossing it to the side. “That was making me itch.”

“You two okay?” Irey asks, handing Mar’i a bottle of water from her belt, “Not everyday we’ve got two damsels in distress.”

Damian turns red at the comment. Laughing, Irey kisses his cheek, “C’mon. Let’s tie these guys up and get out of here.”

“I’ll call Father. Let him know that we’re safe and they can release a statement in an hour.”

“You all are way too prepared for this.” Jon snorts.

Rinsing the blood from her mouth, Mar’i shrugs, “We’re Bats. Expect the worse, prepare for the worse.”

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Not long later, the team settles at the dinner table, watching the Wayne’s lawyer annoucning Damian and Mar’i’s safe return. That the two are at home with their family, safe and sound. Of course, the two of them are actually at the tower.

“Starshine, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Dad.” Mar’i mills outside the living area, pressing her phone close to her ear. “I already made an appointment with Dinah in the morning.”

“I know, Star.” Her father sighs, “Are you sure you don’t want me to come up tonight?”

“No, I’m okay tonight...but if you want to stop by for lunch or dinner tomorrow, I wouldn’t mind. We could make mici. Maybe make something vegetarian too for Damian?”

She can hear the soft smile in his voice, “I think I can make that happen. Call me before you go to bed, okay, baby?”

“I will...I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you more, Starshine.”

Hanging up, Mar’i walks into the living area. Damian looks about thirty seconds away from murdering most of their teammates.

“So they gassed you and Mar’i, then, because you were an ass, they hit you?” Colin snorts.

“Yes, Wilkes. If you keep this up, I’m happy to give you a demonstration.” Damian grumbles. Mar’i sits between Jon and Lian, accepting a sweet kiss from her boyfriend.

“So,” Lian points her spoon at the two bats, “Can we ask why you’re not allowed to fight your way out with punk kidnappers?”

“Father says we have to maintain reasonable doubt with our civilian personas.”

“So that includes looking like you have rotting food under your nose?” Jai asks with a snort.

“Jai,” Mar’i gives him that charming smile. “Keep this up and I’ll hang you from the ceiling by your underwear. Again.”

#omega squad #Damian Wayne #Irey West #Lian Harper #Jai West #milagro reyes #colin wilkes #Jon Kent #mar'i grayson #dick grayson

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The Bat-dads 1 (Male!Reader x Batfamily)

Being Bruce Wayne’s husband is less difficult than you’d expect.

Gotham’s media loves you; you’re like one of the only people working to improve the city, and you are one half of Gotham’s biggest power couple.

Although, you are often forced into the role of long-suffering spouse to a serial philanderer - Bruce has a reputation to maintain.

Tabloids comment every other week on how “Y/N has had enough - Filing For Divorce???”

Lots of gala dinners and events where you are the host.

Gotham’s high society finds you charming, even though you can’t stand them.

You insist on keeping one of the kids with you at all times at a gala - “I’m not doing this on my own, Bruce. Not again.”

You aren’t a vigilante per se, but you are an important part of the team. You were mission control from practically the beginning, and you’ve been acting medical assistant to Alfred for years.

But your most important role is emotional rock.

These people have issues, and you’ve got to be there to listen.

You quickly become adept at talking down heated situations.

Everyone is more scared of you than Batman, honestly.

Batman and Bat-dad

Even the League comes to you for emotional support.

And their non-super companions.

You have single-handedly saved Barry and Iris’ marriage about... forty times now?

All the Batkids refer to you with some variation of “Dad”

This irks Bruce a bit, since they don’t do the same for them.

But really, it makes sense.

You often represent the boundary between their two lives, and they depend on you for stability.

Seriously. Don’t get sick.

You’ve only been bedridden five times since bringing Dick into your home.

Everyone remembers those dates with startling clarity. It was awful. Not only is everyone super dramatic at the thought of losing you, it also makes them extremely irritable.

Even Damian gets overprotective, but more on that later.

As long as you keep true to yourself, you’ll do fine. But be prepared to deal with some pretty heavy brooding.

You’re able to make every single one of them smile.

The first time Damian did it, everyone kind of freaked out.

Especially Bruce.

He cried a little.

#male reader #dc headcanons #batman headcanons #batdad reader #headcanons #batman x male reader #batfamily x male reader #batparent reader

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Title: Manor-Dad lets me drive the Batmobile Chapter 6 Summary: The Batkids think Bruce is dating Batman ft. Jason being the best big brother ever to Tim AN: BET YOU THOUGHT YOU’D SEEN THE LAST OF ME. Yeah I updated!!!

Jason felt pretty shitty for the first week Tim was staying with them. He knew the sharp claws digging into his throat and head as well as nausea accompanied by them were all symptoms of jealousy trying to establish its place in Jason’s heart. He was sixteen for crying out loud. He should be above feeling jealous of a thirteen-year-old, who, most of the time, wasn’t even trying to get anyone’s attention. It was almost pitiful to witness Tim startling every time some addressed him because he wasn’t expecting anyone to really ask him about his day at dinner.

And yet Jason was hiding away in his room because he couldn’t stand Bruce paying attention to someone else like a spoiled little brat. He would have gone to the Cave, but Alfred had banned all of them from sulking in there. He figured it was only a question of time until Alfred got Batman to switch into civilian clothes and stay in the manor.

Groaning, Jason buried his head in his pillows.

Don’t be jealous of the new kid, don’t be jealous of the new kid, don’t be jealous of-

The door creaked.

“What’s up, Little Wing?”

Dick.

Right, it was Saturday morning. Of course Dick would be here.

“Nothing,” Jason replied, but even to his ears, his voice sounded wobbly.

Dick honored his horrible nickname and took Jason’s annoyance as an invitation. He let himself fall down onto Jason’s bed and stretched like a cat, taking up all the space. He stayed as silent as a bat while he waited for Jason to gather his courage. It was dumb, but when Dick wasn’t being a dick, he had this annoying quality that made you want to talk to him. He was good at giving advice that didn’t boil down to “money” or “batarangs” or random actually helpful bits about social cues. Jason knew he could trust his brother, he had kept his mouth shut about Sheila for months after all.

“I’m jealous,” Jason finally admitted. It was strange to say it out loud

Dick laughed. “Of my charming good looks? Don’t worry, you’ll get there.”

Jason rolled his eyes but cracked a small smile nevertheless.

“Not of that, Dickhead. And I’m already taller than you anyway.”

“Lies! Slander! How could you even just attempt to break my heart like that?”

Dramatically, Dick put his right arm to his forehead and closed his eyes, reminiscent of a shocked Victorian lady.

“Uhu, just consult the measurements on the kitchen entrance door. I’ve officially surpassed you.”

Even if Jason couldn’t really believe it. Leslie had estimated his height when he’d first gotten to the manor and back then it had seemed like he’d be lucky if he ever reached Dick’s height. Personally, Jason was blaming that alien plant fertilizer goo he’d gotten dosed with a couple months ago for his growth spurt, but he sure as hell wasn’t telling anyone that. Except for Alfred, in case he ended up growing flowers instead of hair.

“But no, I’m jealous of the kid.”

“Tim?” Dick asked.

His voice wasn’t judgmental or anything, but Jason still felt like apologizing.

Jason groaned and fell back on his bed. “I know! It’s stupid! But Bruce has been busy with him practically the whole week! I know it’s ‘cause they have to get his guardianship finalized and everything, but still. And he’s so smart too! Even Batman’s noticed! I lived in this house for weeks and I didn’t figure out the big batty secret, but the kid did it from a distance!”

“You know, I was pretty jealous too when you showed up.”

Jason definitely hadn’t known that. Honestly, Dick’s sunny attitude around Jason had almost freaked him out the first times he interacted with Dick.

“What?”

Dick shrugged easily.

“I mean, I wasn’t talking to Batman at all. And then there was you spending so much time down in the Cave with him. Of course, I was jealous. You were all cute and tiny and knew basically everything about Gotham already. I swear, I had to study boring maps for months and you already knew Gotham’s streets.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“I considered your situation and I tried to get to know you. Figure out your interests and stuff.”

Jason frowned.

“Wait. Was that the reason you went everywhere I wanted with me? Passive-aggressive exposure therapy in a mall?”

Dick grinned mischievously. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

Surprisingly, it didn’t take much to get Tim talking about himself. After reassuring him that, yes, Jason didn’t have anything more important to do and no, Bruce really was expecting Tim to decorate his room, Tim could not be stopped.

He talked.

So much.

About skateboarding, how much fun the keyboard was, his more challenging school classes, photography, Pokémon, his favorite comics, exciting facts he learned, the heroes conspiracy blog he was apparently running, and Robin.

Whenever they were alone, Tim would talk about Robin.

The sky was blue, the sun was hot, Timothy Jackson Drake didn’t shut up about Robin.

He got super excited and cheerful then, retelling Jason cases he had actually worked and wondering about how all the cool gadgets worked and just Robin.

Tim’s case of hero worship hadn’t gone unnoticed by the manor’s other residents either, but Jason wasn’t sure if Alfred or Bruce understood the way Tim talked about Robin. Like he was more than just a vigilante, like the role was a symbol.

“Batman needs Robin,” Tim said seriously. “It makes him better. I mean, Batgirl and Nightwing and Magpie, you’re all amazing! But it’s not Gotham without the Bat and his Robin, right?”

Tim looked unsure, but Jason realized the kid understood it.

And then Jason began to think.

Barbara couldn’t believe it took over a month for her to finally get to meet one Timothy Drake in person. She had researched him, even exchanged a few words with him over the comms once, but she had yet to actually meet the kid. Even Dick had met him, and he lived in Blüdhaven.

But Barbara had finally managed to clear enough time in her busy schedule – she was coordinating two vigilante teams and operating as Oracle after all – and driven up to the manor. If she used her time there to update the Bat-Computer as well, then that was only her business. She wasn’t a workaholic and she had a life outside of her duties when they allowed it.

She had the work-life-balance figured out, honestly.

Tim was a cute kid. A bit shy at first, but he warmed up to her quickly enough. Jason must have expected it because he was grinning when Tim started chattering about video games.

“So, what do you think?” Jason asked.

“He’s a good kid.”

“Aaaand?”

“You’re being awfully noisy. What do you want to know?”

“Batman talks to you about my training, doesn’t he? How much longer until I can go solo?”

Barbara leaned forward in her wheelchair. “What do you think?”

Jason deflated. “I don’t know. I feel like I’ve been ready for it for ages. I haven’t needed B’s back up in a long while, but imagining him being halfway across town is… unsettling still.”

Barbara nodded slowly before replying.

“Honestly? You’ve been ready for two months already at least. Batman just has a hard time letting go. He’s never really been without one of us for a very long time.”

“Right,” Jason said. “Which is why we can’t leave him alone.”

“What are you thinking?”

Jason pointed at Timothy, eagerly throwing batarangs at a target.

“He said that Gotham, that Batman, needs Robin. I’m thinking we should take advantage of the kid who already knows our secret and has a hard time falling asleep when we’re out.”

Bruce knew something was up, but he allowed himself to live in blissful ignorance a little longer. He let Dick sneak forensics lessons into Tim’s self-defense classes, allowed Jason to teach Tim about the various gangs ruling Gotham.

It wasn’t like these bits of information weren’t useful, the every-day citizen just didn’t particularly need them.

And Bruce definitely wasn’t thinking about who did need this knowledge and more.

Tim Drake was his ward for as long as his parents weren’t in Gotham. Nothing more and nothing less.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Bruce could see Alfred observing him while the kids (“I’m a twenty-year-old woman, B.” “And I remember babysitting you as a teenager, your point?”) bickered about some movie.

Ignorance was bliss, that was a lesson Bruce had learned early on. And sometimes you were allowed to indulge in it.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Tim asked from where he was sitting on Jason’s bed.

“Absolutely,” Jason replied, grinning way too cheerfully for six in the morning. He’d only gotten back from patrol two hours ago, he shouldn’t be so awake yet, or so Tim thought, yet Jason looked like he could take on the world.

“But we’re breaking one of The Rules.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about it. They’re more like guidelines than rules. Besides, Aunty Diana and Kate already agreed to help us. This is a surefire plan.”

Tim honestly wasn’t so sure about it. He wanted to trust Jason, but what if Bruce and Batman didn’t think it was funny to be tricked into a date?

“But-“

“Jason’s right, Tim,” Barbara’s voice echoed from the laptop sitting on Jason’s desk. “Besides, the worst that will happen is that you get grounded because Bruce and B are caught up in the romantic bliss that was relaxing on Valentine’s Day in Paris.”

“That’s right!” Jason said. “We’re setting up dates for them at least twice a year if we can. It would be suspicious if we didn’t try to get them away.”

Tim pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on them. “If you say so… I still don’t get why we need both of them out of Gotham for so long. Can’t they stay here?”

“I do say so, Timbit. Just you wait, they won’t know what hit them. And if they stay here, they’d just take their paperwork to bed.”

“Eeww.”

Bruce absolutely knew what hit him. Diana and Kate were good actors, they had to be if they even just wanted to operate as vigilantes, but they didn’t even bother to hide it from him.

“It’s cute,” Diana said. “How much they try to make their parents happy.”

“Very funny. What if something actually happens, though?”

“Then your Super-Bro will pick you up from Paris,” Kate replied. “And ten years ago you were working alone. Now you’ve got me and Dick and Jason and Babs to look over Gotham. We got this.”

Her words would have been more encouraging if they weren’t followed up by her narrowly avoiding a brick being thrown at her.

Nevertheless, he still pretended to buy WE having an emergency in their Paris branch and one of Gotham’s smuggler rings operating from Paris as well.

The kids’ happy expressions were worth it.

Dick felt maybe a little guilty for lying to Tim. It was true, they tried to give Bruce and Batman some alone time once in a while and Valentine’s day was perfect for it. This time though, they needed the two men away so they could properly get to Tim.

Truth be told, he’d been skeptical when Barbara and Jason had pitched the idea to him. Training Tim and giving him a home was one thing, bringing him into the active side of the vigilante life a whole other deal.

The longer he watched Tim though, the more could he see it. The teenager was smart, dedicated, skilled and – like Jason had said – he knew what Robin meant.

Though, seeing him be questioned about the law, recent gang activity, weapons, the Justice League, and various Gotham residing companies by Babs all while sparing with Jason, made Dick pity Tim.

Dick’s Robin training had been way more relaxed, but he also hadn’t had three older siblings.

If not for the fact that Jason had made Tim’s favorite smoothie for him, Tim would assume the older boy was trying to murder him. It was day three of their spontaneous ‘sibling-bonding weekend’ and Tim was pretty sure his whole body was dying. He had never had to think or work out this much. He was sore all over. The training mats he was lying on were becoming his favorite spot to be, right after his bathtub and his bed.

“And how do you feel?” Dick asked.

“Like Superman decided I was a threat and went several rounds in the ring with me because I couldn’t recall that the Kryptonite is locked with a special key, and three different locks behind the secret entrance-“

“Woah, woah, Timbit,” Jason interrupted. “That’s enough trivia. Didn’t think you could learn this much in three days.”

“Mhm,” Barbara muttered from the desk of the Bat-Computer. “You own me fifty bucks.”

Tim frowned. “Wait. You bet on this?”

“Oooh, yeah. This has been two months in the making?” Dick glanced at Jason, who nodded in confirmation.

“Yeah, putting together a time table for three days wasn’t fun, I tell you, but the results are pretty amazing.”

Jason smiled and dropped down on the mats right next to Tim to mess up his sweaty hair.

“Urgh, gross,” he cursed and rubbed his hands on his sweat pants.

“But- why did you do this?”

The three heroes in front of Tim shared a look and Tim got the distinct impression that he was missing a big piece labeled ‘context’ in bright neon colors here.

“Your parents will be back in a few hours,” Barbara said.

(Tim wondered what it meant that his first instinct wasn’t to think about his own parents but-)

“I guess that means it’s time,” Dick said and walked over to the display cases in which the various Robin uniforms were kept. From in-between them, he pulled forward a small gift-wrapped box.

“Catch!” He shouted and threw it in Tim’s direction.

Heart beating fast, Tim jumped up to catch it. The package wasn’t bigger than his palm and surrounded by Christmas themed paper.

“Christmas? Really?” Jason snorted, but Dick just shrugged.

“Didn’t have anything better at home. Go on, Tim, open it. If you want it, it’s yours.”

Carefully, Tim unwrapped the gift, revealing a cardboard box. He could feel the others’ stares on him but didn’t dare look up. They had put a lot of thought into this and spend so much time with him. He couldn’t disappoint them.

Tim opened the box and came face to face with a shiny black and gold emblem.

“What…?”

“You said it yourself,” Jason said. “Batman needs a Robin and I’m not putting on the green tights again.”

“What Jason means,” Dick added, “is that we really can’t be responsible for Batman running around without a talented little pipsqueak cracking masterful puns. So if you want to be Robin, you have our blessings. You only need to convince the other two overprotective idiots of this house.”

It took all of Tim’s strength not to burst into tears right then and there. He was thankful though that Jason and Dick dragged him over to Babs for a group hug.

Bruce didn’t even know why he had assumed it would end differently. Tim had been skittish the whole week and Bruce had watched the Cave’s security tapes, just to make sure they hadn’t tried to hide an explosion from him again.

“I‘m fairly skilled in a multitude of martial arts now,“ Tim began his speech.

“No,” Batman replied.

At the other end of the Cave, Nightwing and Magpie were supposed to be sparring, but they couldn’t be listening in more obviously.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

Tim pouted.

“You’re not becoming Robin, Tim.”

Tim crossed his arms and held his chin high. Batman recognized that stance instantly, he did it fairly often himself. Maybe Clark had been right when he said that it was freaky to work alongside his kids because they all had the same body language during missions.

“I already talked to Bruce and he said that Batman needs a Robin.”

Honestly, what was it with his children lying to him?

Nevertheless, Bruce couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Did he really?”

And Tim had the audacity to nod, all serious like he wasn’t lying straight to Bruce’s face. His poker face was pretty already, not too many cracks in the mask. The kids had done an excellent job training and it would be a shame if that training went to waste.

So, Bruce really couldn’t argue against Tim, could he?

#dc #DC comics #bruce wayne #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #dick grayson #barbara gordon #fanfic #manor dad verse

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fyeahbatcat · 5 years

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What do you look for in a Damian/Selina team-up? Or any type of team up with Selina and the batkids?

I kind of look for different things since I think the dynamics are a little bit different for all of the batkids. I think with Dick it should be a little more fun and lots of playful bantering. Since he’s been there since the very beginning he’s gotten to know Selina a little better and I think he sees her closer to the way Bruce sees her.

With Jason, Tim, and Damian there was definitely a transitional period and none of them particularly liked her at first. It was more dramatic with Jason, like soap opera levels of drama. With Tim it was a little more clinical with made for some very funny moments just because of how seriously he took the whole I’m-a-crime-fighter-you’re-a-villain thing. At first Tim sees Selina as just a criminal and treats her as such. I think they actually end up having the most endearing and affectionate relationships.

It wasn’t presented this way but I always saw Damian as being the toughest to get through. I would’ve liked to see a little more conflict. Damian has more personal reasons for not accepting Selina and I would like to see that explored more, but ultimately having them be able to reconcile their differences and bond over their mutual love of cats.

What I like about any of Selina’s interaction with the Bat-ladies, are sparing as they are, is it’s usually a really empowering experience. Especially with Cassandra and Stephanie they were always really supportive of each other. Selina was one of the only people who were sympathetic and didn’t super blame Stephanie over the War Games mess. With Barbara though I think it has to be more adversarial because they are so different. But in those difference they come to an understanding and learn from each other.

Just as a note; it’s not as much fun anymore since the kids are a little older now but, boy did I enjoy the corruption of innocence whenever Selina used to interact with the little ones.

#ask #anonymous #personal note

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cephalog0d · 1 year

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Just the Most Dramatic Dorks, from day 1.

(Source: Batman (1940))

#Okay technically it's day 2 but that doesn't read as well and the point is this is literally their first time working together #Team Most Dramatic Batkids 4 Life #These two dipshits are way more alike than either of them wants to admit #batboys #batbros #dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #robin #comics #comic panels #comics out of context #You're both idiots and I love you

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transvavsquad · 5 years

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anyways under the cut is a whole bunch of fuckin DC bullshit MUH

finn's retirement lasts longer than anyone would like.

leaving and coming back and leaving feels, to most of them, like she's just left, with no interval of action in-between, but, to be fair, it was for less than a year.

and then wally happened, and, well.

nova didn't have a lot to process, but finn grayson needed more time.

the wayne-grayson way of life had turned processing into compartmentalizing into working, and that's what she did. studied abroad, into her doctorate, engineering and inventive sciences, theories on universes, studies on superpowers, and wally west's old experiments in his recreation attempts.

a doctor they needed, and she became one. a year to finish up what had to be done, and then old myths decided a kidnapping was in order of the new young doctor, the previous young vigilante. santa prisca it is.

they cannot make her forget. try as they might, and oh, they try. she grasps at her memories like they're made of molten iron- it hurts, but she makes them solidify. she is made of memory, made to remember, and made, they tell her, to be their judge and jury and executioner. her brother too, but they can't reach him, and in her subdued state she celebrates small success.

the court of owls has been reaching for the grayson twins from their birth. they grabbed one, but they don't understand how to control a 20 year old as well as they would the orphan they could have taken 10 years ago.

as it stands, she buries herself in her memories, and, for the time being, becomes.

she breaks retirement- and vows. tries not to think of bruce's palpable disappointment. meets a familiar boy in the lazarus pits on infinity island and chokes when his empty, wild eyes see her clearly. shakes when she's alone. talon does not know him, never has, but the repressed identity she clings to like a safety blanket cries in relief and in pain and in horror at the sight of her baby brother alive. jason, she mouths beneath her mask. i swear i'll take you home.

the chance comes sooner than she'd hope.

there's a machine they've built- talon is not entirely permitted near it, but when the justice league and their covert team has finally, finally caught wind of where this is happening, people are distracted. the doctor in talon finds her chance. finn is an inventor, and she adores her friends, and she has a chance to fix a three-year old problem in a second.

when the moment comes, someone says her name, and her trance breaks. her stance does not. the steps she takes towards her mentor (father) and equal (brother) are slow, and methodical, measured and easy. thoughtful, careful. the reveal has to be perfect.

god knows finn's always been dramatic.

they're calling for their gray son behind her. yelling, screaming, raging into the night. the team looks vaguely horrified, but finn smiles because she's no son.

when the mask comes off, she's smiling like she hasn't in a long, long time- it's dangerous to smile, when you're a batkid, but they have their own twists on how to do it sincerely. hers has always been what they've said fits her personality- soft, but bright, and utterly kind, a star's first appearance after sunset. dick's smile is a bright and dangerous thing, sharp like knives, but for her it's dulled, and kinder, brittle because what if she's not real?

she doesn't run to him. she refuses to run. she was not made to run.

that's what wallace rudolph west is for.

he is lightning, now, faster, even- he skids uneasily to a stop next to her when she does pause. her old friend looks at her for a long, long time before he sighs. what have you done, his eyes ask, and she shrugs. gestures with a tilt of her head to artemis, and he looks over and forgets to breathe.

finn is back to herself again- the court is angry, and Talon is storming closer. she ignores her old blood and steps closer to her real blood. beside her comes jason, unsure but steady in ways no one else will ever be. when he smiles at her, she sees the child she failed, the kid who stole the tires from the strongest car in gotham, the one who played pokemon on long patrols and called her when his math homework was too much.

jason todd never looked up to finnigan, not quite, but she was still his sister, even in death.

they had always been on even footing with one another. it persists, like everything does. jason, this jason, dysfunctional and lost in lazarus tar as he is, stills finds solace in her judgement over anyone else's. nods to her, as they stop at the ledge. only her, and doesn't turn to- well.

she can't blame him, and now she weaponizes her smile, because it's how she was taught. she turns sharp and grim, and stretches high, and looks, one last time, towards her great-grandfather and all of his rage that will never touch her again.

when she speaks, she is quiet, but the ones who need to hear it, do.

"my name is supernova," she says, and lights herself ablaze.

#speaking #finn #ocs

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Hi! So, i'm gonna do the thing: i'm going to battle through the fog of fear and take on a Jason centric batsemble fic and since your batmfam is my favorite rendition i was hoping you might have some hefty characterization tips for writing the rest of the batkids? Specifically Dick, Damian, Cass & Tim and of course the Batdad. Anything you've got to offer would be greatly appreciated!

Oh my. Well first of all, congrats on your new undertaking! Character interpretations are very subjective, but I’ll tell you some basic points that I personally keep in mind.

Dick: Something fandom often forgets is that Dick is a lot like Bruce. He’s incredibly responsible and very occupied with the Mission. He’s far better adjusted when it comes to his parents’ tragedy, so it’s not so much about fighting back the bad in the world but about protecting the good. Dick is what Bruce is most proud of in his life; he’s canonically Batman’s heir as the world’s second best detective as well as Bruce Wayne’s legal heir for the company.

Fandom often turns him into a goofball or a ditz or someone who is extremely easygoing, and that is inaccurate. Dick’s chatty and tries to pick up Bruce’s slack in terms of emotional labor in the family, but that doesn’t mean he’s not incredibly serious about the work he does. Speaking of emotional labor, he will try to be there for people but does not like it when others try to draw attention to his own insecurities. His temper is cosmic and he will go for the throat if it means getting someone to drop an issue.

Damian: I am perpetually side-eyeing the jerk sue direction DC has started to take Damian in. I’ve made posts about Damian’s character here and here but the gist is that he’s still a kid; he’s in a constant process of learning new things and unlearning old ones. He’s proud but has insecurities, educated beyond his years but not a genius, wants approval but his social skills are incredibly terrible, is a bit spoiled/sheltered but gaining more practical life experience everyday. He shouldn’t be leading his own team imo, but working under a mentor and being guided through all these changes he’s going through.

Cass: Fandom likes to claim that Cass is some pillar of perfection, and it’s so not true. She’s a complex and nuanced character, not this dutiful, loyal, stoic asian daughter archetype. There have been many times she’s chafed under Bruce’s overbearing ways and rebelled/given him grief. She’s far more expressive, emotive and mischievous than fandom gives credit.

Cass makes mistakes. She acts on impulses. She defaults to violence in ways that are very understandable and shouldn’t be erased. She also understandably doesn’t like being controlled or confined. Her ability to read body language does not substitute social skills and she can have a hard time realizing that her loved ones (notably Babs and Bruce) can be wrong - if she reads that Barbara is upset about Dick, then bam that’s all she needs to know and she’ll throw Dick out a window. If she reads that Bruce believes it when he says Jason and Steph were too reckless to be vigilantes, then she can’t discern between truth and Bruce’s truth.

But she also loves hard and works hard and is completely dedicated to helping others. Bruce has pretty much usurped Cain as father figure, and Cass has replaced Cain’s philosophy with Batman’s. But Cass also considers Barbara her mother figure, so Bruce and Babs should be depicted as basically having shared custody of her.

Tim: Ookay so people here know that I am not happy with the way DC handled Tim. His origin is built on classism and victim blaming and I’ve got Opinions on it. But a main thing that I like to emphasize is that Tim is a very hard worker; he’s not a natural athlete but he puts in the time and effort.

A lot of the time Tim seems to be out-of-sync with other people’s social cues or emotions. He also has the tendency to fixate and obsess over specific concepts, and there are many instances of him doing things that are hurtful or cross boundaries, with seemingly no idea he’s doing it or the severity of his actions (cheating on Ariana, trying to clone Kon, the debacle with Tam and her dad, etc).

Tim is not an academic! He hated school and was happy to drop out. He’s a great researcher that is capable of parsing important details from large amounts of information, good at pattern recognition and skilled with technology. He’s like Barbara in that he’s highly valuable to have as mission support, but he’s not going to any fancy universities nor would he want to. He’s also not interested in corporate (he dreaded helping his father with Drake Industries, and his role in Wayne Enterprises was isolated to an offshoot charity project). He’s a nerd and a slob (seriously have you seen how he lives?) who cares most about his vigilante work.

Bruce: The thing about Bruce is that he’s a man of action, not words. Meaning he will show he cares through gestures, but then he won’t explain those gestures, leading to a mess of misunderstanding as people try to figure him out. He often does not do this on purpose. Miscommunication is a driving force behind most of the batfam conflict where he’s concerned.

Ever since Jason died Bruce changed, becoming the paranoid and constantly vigilant mess we know today. Bruce can be an overbearing ‘my way or the highway’ person, to no one’s surprise. He’s always been a control freak, but that took it up to eleven. He loves his family but demands their obedience so that he can eliminate risk factors to their wellbeing. He’s an anxious man with the stubbornness of a thousand mules. His coping skills are terrible and often self-destructive or self-sabotaging in some way.

But he does also have a sense of humor, can be ridiculously dramatic and Extra, and doesn’t take himself totally seriously (he’s dressed like a giant rodent ffs) despite how stoic he is. He goes overboard with his Mission, but family is incredibly important to him - his parents’ deaths are what began his journey, and his kids are a huge part of its continuation. Bruce is just kinda inept at expressing it.

#long post #Anonymous

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fandom-susceptible · 7 years

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Batfam Crossover I desperately want

You know two cross-comic superhero team ups I desperately want?

Iron Man and Batman The Batfam and Wolverine's crew

Let me start with Tony and Bruce. It's obvious right? They're two billionaire superheroes who get their power from tech, we wanna see them face off. But it goes deeper than that for me.

They're both philanthropists who do their best to make up for the damage they do. They both have many many issues with their love lives and then that one woman they keep coming back to who loves them and is willing to put up with all their crap and even help them out. We all know the similarities. But the CONTRASTS.

Bruce has what Tony always wanted. He had a loving family and has built a new one. Tony had a neglectful dad and only gets kids in AUs where grandchildren come back to kill him, or if they're fanfiction. Bruce is gruff and angry but internally soft. He hides his emotions most of the time. Meanwhile, as much as he tries to hide behind sarcasm and jokes, Tony wears his heart on his sleeve. His sarcasm is like his armor. It's near impenetrable, but then once he takes it off, he's scarred and broken inside. Meanwhile, Bruce is scarred and mentally messed up too, but he's older when the crossover happens, he has the batkids, he's actually healed somewhat.

So instead of Bruce and Tony butting heads over their styles and their reputations and rules, can I just have Bruce adopting Tony. Please. Their age difference really isn't that dramatic Tony isn't actually young enough to be his child, but just Bruce and the Batfam showing Tony how to heal. Pepper and the bat ladies all becoming friends.

Plus interactions with Tony and the rest of the Batfam. Because he learned their identities for the mission, Bruce's consent, though he wasn't happy about it. Tony flirted with Selina but broke off the instant he realized Batcat was a thing. Flirted with Kate but she immediately told him she had a girlfriend, and he smoothly switched to "she's a lucky woman, how long have you been together?" small talk. He treats them both as very capable teammates - after all, he works with Black Widow. Maybe he offers to hook Kate or Selina up with Natasha "I think you'd get along." Bantering and making the same jokes as Dick. Being up at 3AM with coffee and energy drinks asking "what is sleep" with Tim. Talking eagerly about computers with Babs. Being absolutely head over heels for Mar'i because he likes to hold babies and little kids when he's feeling anxious and this little girl wants to help him. Being probably a little too tolerant with Steph and Cass because let's be honest he may love kids but who would trust him to take care of one? Fighting with Jason because Jay saw right through the sarcastic defenses and hit a nerve. Becoming one of Damian's favorite adults just because he can't say no to determined little boys.

Just Tony with the batfam okay? And happy! They're united against a common enemy! Is that too much to ask? Can I have this fic? I have no energy to write it right now.

#someone please write this #I am drained I can't #But I want it #I love this so much #gaahh I'm pathetic #Oh well

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frownyalfred · 7 years

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Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen from Arrow (a bitchy comparison)

I recently made it through the first two seasons of Arrow and just wanted to get some shit off of my chest. Some spoilers below, but if you’re like me, you don’t really give a shit. Let’s go.

1. Tragic Backstory

Bruce Wayne: Both parents murdered tragically on a street, was left to cower in the blood, traumatized for life™

Oliver Queen: Mother was really shady, tried to kill his dad (?), Dad almost dies on cruise ship accident and then kills himself so his son lives (??) but he was also really shady and was lying the whole time?

2. Secret Identity

Bruce Wayne: Batfamily, two or three doctors/CIs, the JL and MAYBE a few other people know Bruce’s secret identity. He guards this pretty well, and wears a full cowl/mask most of the time. Pulls off the “Brucie Wayne” character so well, people don’t even question his stupidity.

Oliver Queen: Tells EVERYONE his secret identity ASAP, including people who don’t even need to know, and then fails ridiculously at covering up his extra-curricular activities that, by the end of season 2, the only person who doesn’t really know his identity is his sister (?) and somehow his mom magically knew too?

Also, for most of season 1 and 2 he wore only green face paint under the hood, which meant a lot of strategic turning/talking so they couldn’t see the blond stubble/clearly outlined facial features (wtf ollie?)

3. Skills they learned in the mountains/the island

Bruce Wayne: Trained with Ra’s, ninjas, like 60 different teachers, was gone for more than a decade, came back wise and tall and ready to exact vengeance on his city once he’d learned enough.

Oliver Queen: Got stranded on a desert island/prison, learned archery for a year (?) and some hand-to-hand combat from Slade Wilson, still, his only true skill is pissing off women, was only gone for 5 years?

4. Relationships with Law Enforcement

Bruce Wayne: Jim Gordon is his go-to man, drops off hints/clues, discusses cases on abandoned rooftops, slowly builds a camaraderie

Oliver Queen: Gets Detective Lance fired/demoted/arrested like 12 times, Lance hates his guts whether he’s Oliver or the Hood, really just yells cryptically at him through a voice modulator 80% of the time, 90% of the time is has something to do with Laurel, but he can’t put two and two together.

5. Killing

Bruce Wayne: Absolutely never, not even the Joker, it is his one cardinal rule™, not gonna happen, sorry

Oliver Queen: Killed a fuck-ton of people who were pretty bad, then had a moral crisis and stopped, then decided to start killing again, then had another moral crisis and stopped, then decided it could only be in really necessary situations (read: all) and just ends up doing a lot of pointless pontificating

6. Sidekicks

Bruce Wayne: Adopts like 20 batkids, rolls his eyes but lets them do what they want, gets into arguments but tries his best™, even with Jason. Values them as a team player even when he’s being an asshole. Loves Alfred dearly.

Oliver Queen: Literally shot Roy Harper in the leg because he didn’t want him going to a crime scene alone (and then pulled the arrow out himself while Roy didn’t know his identity and pretended to be all concerned)

Yells at everyone when things go wrong (read: Felicity) but then apologizes later? always 100% wrong, but the second he makes puppy eyes and says “on the island...” all is forgiven

7. Hideouts/Caves

Bruce Wayne: Has a cave, might have real bats in it, lots of computers, a dinosaur (?), a penny, bunch of random scientific shit

Oliver Queen: A...table? lots of tables. Some computers (product placement) and a mannequin with his suit on it (always perfectly on the doll even when he just got back from patrol?) and six arrows (ONLY six) on the table, pointed upwards dramatically like he doesn’t remember his safety training (oh wait, he didn’t get any, thanks Shado)

8. Love interest/Lead Female characters

Bruce Wayne: Likes Selina, nothing serious, treats female characters fairly well. Has meaningless sex all the time, is too serious for a real relationship

Oliver Queen: Supposedly likes Dinah (Laurel) but also cheated on her with her sister (Sarah) and then flipped that, then flipped it again, endlessly flirts with Felicity (who is the real catch here, if we’re being honest), calls Laurel out on her faults but still toys with her affections (and Sarah). Has the BEST idea ever and decides to have sex with Huntress, only for that to MYSTERIOUSLY backfire on him. Chooses Sarah over Shado (who he actually loved? I think?) and is directly responsible for Shado’s death and Slade’s transformation into Deathstroke

HOWEVER

Some similarities:

1. They both love doing pull-ups/shirtless exercises

no really

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