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#batfam birthdays
daydreamerwonderkid · 8 months
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POV: When you try to do a simple Google search for your fave's bday, only to then remember your fave is a DC character and DC would rather chew their own foot off before they'd ever refuse to stop retconning the shit out of everyone and everything.
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I'm having a normal one today, boys.
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mud-muffin · 1 month
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Nightwing missed his own birthday but the good goons of Gotham, made up for it by doing what clowns do best 💗😌
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thy-valhallen · 10 days
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Cass, pointing at Jason: we're twins
Tim:
Jason: *6'3" 200 lbs of Latino rage and muscle*
Cass: *5'1" 120 lbs of Chinese murder and love*
Tim:
Tim: you're just not
Cass, patting his shoulder: it's okay. easy mistake. we're fraternal twins
Jason, holding up a gun: yep. twins.
Tim: ... good for you
Cass: :D
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mammutblog · 8 months
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i didnt get to finish this special birthday boy art in time for his birthday
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sweetlypunk · 9 months
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Happy Birthday to the loml 🫶
first panel by @mumblesplash & Jason with pinched cheeks by @twalxx
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lustwithoutlore · 2 months
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Barbara: What did you get Dick for his birthday?
Jason: I got him a Glutemaster
Barbara: Really? Me too!
Stephanie: I also got him a Glutemaster.
Duke, gesturing to himself and Tim: Looks like we had the same idea.
Jason, sighing: Kill me. Please tell me you didn’t get Dick a Glutemaster as well.
Cass: I got him… a Glutemaster 🥰
Later-
Dick, surrounded by Glutemasters: THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!
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arrowheadedbitch · 5 months
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Tim's Birthday, he's about to open Bruce's gift
Tim, dead stare at Bruce: If there is any form of hologram in here, I am killing everyone in Gotham, including myself
Bruce, terrified: Oh..., uh, well good thing there's not
Tim: Are you sure?
Bruce: Yes
Tim, opening the present: Oh, a new camera. Neat.
Everyone:
Tim:
Everyone:
Jason: Okay, what the fuck was that about
Tim: He knows what he did.
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thequeen-crimson · 1 month
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nachtart · 9 months
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One Last Birthday
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ectonurites · 3 months
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happy birthday to THE girl ever
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incorrectbatfam · 10 months
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Damian: I got you something that will make you happy. I call them "Opposite Tortures."
Tim: You mean presents?
Damian: Yes, that's better, thank you.
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snazzy-snooter · 3 months
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Cowgirl Cass! To go with cowgirl Steph ofc 😘
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I MISSED HER BIRTHDAY BT TWO DAYS RAAA BUT HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO MY GIRLL 🫶🫶🫶🫶
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breawycker · 3 months
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Happy birthday, Cass!
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gotham-daydreams · 2 months
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Birthday
[Yandere Batfam × Gender Neutral! Reader]
[Warnings: Implied-ish Kidnapping, Reader is Restrained, Yandere Implications (?)]
(Happy birthday to me, and whoever reads this too if it's your birthday :]. Something short and sweet for your troubles! Not proofread or really edited.)
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When you finally came to, you couldn't see anything at first. You tried to move, but only found yourself bound to something you couldn’t see. All you could tell was that you were sitting, and that your wrists, along with your ankles, were tied down.
Maybe you’d say something, or even call out to see if anyone was around or could help you, but you didn't. Despite the deafening silence and complete darkness, you could've sworn that there are others in the room with you… wherever you are. Even if you couldn't see them or hear them, and honestly you didn't know if that made things better or worse.
You couldn't say how many of them there are, but it was enough for them to surround you - or maybe it was only one or two people whose presence was enough to make you feel surrounded and suffocating. Though, no matter which turned out to be true, that didn't change the reality of the situation.
You were trapped in a dark room with someone, bound to what felt like a chair, and had no means of escape.
Have you been kidnapped? Or were you still in your apartment, just tied to one of your chairs?
… Again, you didn't know what was worse.
The ropes that held your wrists and ankles burned and dug into your skin when you moved even the slightest bit.
However, you didn't have much of a chance to move anymore before you felt someone place their hands on your shoulders, and slowly pulled you to sit back, as if trying to get you comfortable. Yet it only made you tense and straighten your back, but you didn't dare resist nor look back. Their touch was cold, so much so that you could feel it from under your sweater, but you still tried to not make a peep. 
It was only now did you feel your heart begin to pound against your chest, with sweat beginning to form and slowly roll down from your skull. You could feel what felt like countless eyes on you, and though you couldn't help but shrink under their invisible gaze, you didn't dare move, or even make a sound. You don't think you could bear being the first, especially not with someone's hands still on you.
It was only a moment after, did something break the deafening silence. It sounded like clicking, or a flick of some kind before a small little flame spawn from the darkness, coming from what seemed to be the tip of a long lighter, even if you could barely make it out. 
You watched as the little flame moved, before stopping over what seemed to be the tip of a candle, and stayed there before it lit. Not once did you look away as the little flame jumped from candle to candle, before it was suddenly put out once all the candles were lit. It was only now that you could see that the candles were on top of a cake, one you recognized too well and made your heart drop.
“Happy birthday to you~.” A voice began to sing as the cake was lifted, revealing a sort of blue ‘V’, with the ends almost acting as wings for whatever creature it tried to represent.
The figure began to move, the little flames on the candles revealing more of what laid in the darkness, more things that made the dread inside your chest grow.
“Happy birthday to you~.” The person approached you from the right, revealing four more people as they slowly drew close with each little word and step. Your heart began to race, and your dread only continued to grow. 
The first they passed was someone in a black suit that seemed to hold some kind of silver tray by their side. The only thing you noticed about the second was a brown jacket, and the faintest bit of a red symbol, with the third also wearing a red suit with a cape and black straps along the chest, with some kind of gold symbol with bird where the straps intersected right at the center.
The fourth also had a cape with some red on their own suit, but there was some yellow on the inside of the cape, and you could've sworn you could make out the faintest traces of an ‘R’ patch on the uppermost left area of the chest.
The hands on your shoulders felt heavier somehow as you felt another slow, cold bead of sweat roll down from your head, and trail down to your neck.
“Happy birthday~,” The person holding the cake stepped closer, and you could practically feel them beside you as they placed the cake down right in front of you, their arm nearly brushing against your own.
“Dear~,” Suddenly, a sparkler lit at the end of the table, and it came from the left side this time. Whoever was holding it walked down from the left, and very briefly and faintly could you make out three more people. 
The one holding the sparkler had an outline of a bat along their chest in yellow, with the majority of their suit being covered in black. They passed by someone whose suit was prominently purple, with their cloak covering most of their outfit, and showing they were wearing a hood as well. The last was mostly in yellow, and they seemed to be wearing something more akin to armor, with a reflective bat insignia on their chest as well.
Just how many people were there?
“Y/n~.” The person finally finished, saying your name right in your ear as the sparkler was placed on the cake. The words ‘Happy Birthday, Y/n! Lot's of love, Your Family ♡’ were written in icing on top of the cake, with a bit of smudged icing on top of the words ‘Your Family’, signifying that they had replaced the name that was originally there, and written over it, with little effort put into them even hiding that fact.
“Happy birthday to you~.” They hummed out with a little chuckle, tone happy-go-lucky and much too light for your liking. Especially when you were in a dark room with several people, tied to a chair with your wrists and ankles tightly bound.
Then, you felt someone's breath against your other ear, and when they spoke, their voice was much deeper and gruffer than the person who sung before.
“Go on, make a wish.” 
Chills shot down your spine, and it was only now did you notice the small little blinking red light on the right side of the table, around where the person in the suit stood.
You glanced at the faint lens you could barely make out in the dark, and back at the cake, silently swallowing before you took in a breath, and blew out the candles.
With that, your fate was sealed, and the cake was cut.
Of course, it was your favorite flavor, and made just how you liked it. 
Just like how she always made it.
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Bonus:
One of the candles is a trick candle, and as it relights it sets off a bomb and the room explodes, the end! :]
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bruciemilf · 1 year
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Headcanon that Bruce never celebrates his birthday. He actually constantly forgets when it is. Chances are, whenever he needs to file something up, it's a random date.
Adding that up with the fact that he manages to fluctuate between looking like a 20 and 60 year old, no one actually knows how old he is. Alfred does. He won't say anything thought.
Naturally, when the bat kids throw him parties, because hey, they're glad you're alive BRUCE, the birthdays candles are different. As you can imagine, they handle it their way.
" How the fuck can he be 30?! You know what, Maybe your parents fell on purpose.''
" Jason, you're an English major. Stay out of this.'
" Look at the math. Look at the MATH, STEPHANIE."
" How the fuck did you get 12?!"
Damian's lounging on Bruce's lap, eating spoonfuls of cake, watching them all tear eachother to pieces. He absolutely instigated this.
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fakakta-art · 10 months
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fuck it *blasts your blorbos with the brown eyes beam*
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