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tiredofsatansbullshit · 1 year

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AO3 Fic Rec List 2 - DC - Batfam

This one is only Jason and Damian met in the League of Assassins fics because I like them so much. (there probably will be more of this)

It's Just Me and Your Ghost by dancingsweetheart129

He never wanted to be in this position, standing on a roof top, helmet on, facing his father.

But desperate times called for desperate measures, and no matter how invulnerable he thought he was, if he couldn’t get through Sionis’ warehouse, Damian would die. And he was not taking that chance.

“You wanted to talk, Red Hood?” Batman asked, and the Robin beside him tilted his head. Jason had seen the kid work, he was like a computer. He was an expert and standing to the side and taking in enough information to solve a problem, better than Bruce ever had. If anyone had a chance of figuring out who he was, it was Robin.

“I need your help.” Jason finally admitted, his voice distorted through his helmet. “I know you and I aren’t exactly friends, but my hands are tied.”

“What do you need?” Batman asked, voice even and careful. He wasn’t a fan of the Red Hood, not with his guns and general stance on killing and violence. Jason wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in someone’s head if they deserved it.

“Black Mask ambushed me yesterday,” Jason admitted. “He took my kid, and I need to get him back.”

Jason raises Damian in Gotham, but when Black Mask kidnaps the kid to get back at the Red Hood, Jason has no choice but to ask the Bats (who don't know who he really is) for help.

1 Chapter, 3 692 Words, Complete.

The Bond of Blood is Nothing Compared To Love by Sleepypapaya

What if Jason and Damian met in the League? What if they were brothers?

A series showing a world where Jason and Damian first met in the League. When they are both in Gotham, they don't tell any of the Bats about the fact that they know each other quite well.

4 Works, 9 812 Words, Incomplete.

the truth more first than sun by Ellergrine

Life gave Jason Todd a second chance, let him come back from the dead, and made him an older brother in the process. He’s not going to waste the opportunity.

A little girl stops Red Hood on patrol and asks for his help, she has to do an English assignment on her hero and wants to ask him some questions.

1 Chapter, 2 204 Words, Complete.

Nothing in This World Can Change by RandomReader13

Damian's being picked on at school. Jason calls in the big guns.

Jason calls Talia in to deal with the fact that Damian is getting picked on at school. After, the three of them get lunch together.

1 Chapter, 2 151 Words, Complete.

Catch Up by DragonflyxParodies

Dick has an epiphany.

Dick realizes that Jason and Damian knew each other before Damian arrived in Gotham.

1 Chapter, 308 Words, Complete.

She Had Me at Damian by sahlo_folina

Jason and Damian after the Batman: Death in The Family movie. (I know it's not meeting in the LOA but still)

1 Chapter, 1 029 Words, Complete.

I Saw You In A Dream by sleepypapaya

Damian hurts. Every inch of his skin burning, and someone is yelling, and then—

And then it's all calm. Strong arms surround him. A voice hums against his hair. He is safe. He is safe, but there is blood. The humming stops, and Damian looks into once-green eyes, vacant in death. The arms are locked around him, and they are cold, but he can't escape.

His protector is dead.

He wakes up crying

Damian is hit with fear toxin and remembers that he and Jason knew each other before.

1 Chapter, 1 177 Words, Complete.

Estranged by Perhappiness

They never talk about it. The first time they met, Jason was a shell of a person and Damian was too young to comprehend what was being shown to him. The real, first time they met, the age had already been beaten into Damian and Jason was a bitter version of himself. The first time they really saw each other was amongst an ocean of shame and regret. After that they kept their distance. There’s no repairing what never existed

Damian's and Jason's relationship across the years.

1 Chapter, 2 686 Words, Complete.

I'm a Sinner, I'm a Saint by dancingsweetheart129

“Robin, what happened?” “He shot himself,” Damian choked out, finally managing to find his breath. “Are you hurt?” Damian bit his lip and shook his head, but he couldn’t speak. Not without bursting into tears. He had been trying so hard, he was good now. He didn’t kill, he did the right thing- “I’m taking him back to my place, he’s fine, just needs some space,” Jason said, his hands grasping Damian by the shoulders and hauling him to his wobbly legs. “Robin, can you walk?” And Damian was loath to admit it, but no, he didn’t think he could. His whole body was shaking, and he felt like a weight about to drop. He shook his head. “Okay, Bud, let’s get you home,” Jason sighed, hefting Damian up into his arms instead. “I’m not far from here.”

Ooc for Damian but I love it. Shows more of Damian being a kid and having to deal with the bad side of being a vigilante.

1 Chapter, 1 150 Words, Complete.

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kaidaimaou · 1 year

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batlantern my beloved

#hal jordan #brue wayne #batman #green lantern #dc comcis #batlantern #delusion artist

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skullofmagic16 · 1 year

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New icon cards are out

P.S that kousetu card is a SBC 5 ⭐️ SM and 4 ⭐️ WF Must do

#batman #brue wayne #wonder woman #young justice outsiders #young justice phantoms #kim possible #tokyo goul #kaneki tokyo ghoul #Spotify #shinobi no ittoki #kosetsu #bleach #bleach yoruichi

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wordsimnormalabt · 1 year

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“Bruce Wayne is released a half hour later without charges into the custody of his butler. He pouts as he is released, and pauses his march toward the door to accuse the desk officer of stealing his cocaine to resell.

Despite the likely truth of such accusations, the butler shushes his ward, crushing him into a hug that he returns with equal vigor.

“How was it, darling?” Pennyworth asks, pulling back. He bleeds relief into the air around them. The precinct settles.

Wayne considers this. He makes a so-so motion.

“They said they were charging me with third degree assault,” he says, a whine. “But I broke his nose. I deserved second degree, at least.”

“Shh,” Pennyworth says, comfortingly, “There’s always another time.”

The lawyer watches the two of them with half-concealed curiosity. The desk officers are openly staring.

Better Wayne than Pennyworth, at least. A spoiled, if polite, brat was far preferable to the enigma of a warrior-butler.

“Can we get McDonalds?” the mostly-sober Wayne heir asks, his earlier displeasure now forgotten.

Pennyworth goes still. Like prey, the nearby officers freeze as well, watching the butler with wide eyes.

Wayne is immune to such fear responses, and smiles down at his adoptive father.

“Please?” he asks, eyes impossibly wide. He is covered in red lipstick. Cocaine powders the corner of his shirt collar. His hair is mussed from sweat, hanging across bloodshot eyes.

Pennyworth folds.

“Of course, dear boy,” he says, turning on his heel and waving off the lawyer. “To the car, if you would.”

The lawyer marches toward the exit with great enthusiasm. Wayne trails after Pennyworth, blowing a kiss toward the drunk tank.

“I’ll be back,” he says, with great, boyish charm.”

-His name was king-

The Resurrectionist

#fanfic quotes #fanfic #dcu #batfam #bruce wayne #batman #alfred pennyworth #be gay do crimes #doing illegal shit to hide the illegal shit ur doing #I’ll be back brue Wayne my beloved #brucie wayne

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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This Bruce Wayne

Val! Bruce Wayne x Reader

Gender neutral reader

Requested by @potashiuhm

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Living in Gotham, you were used to all sorts of characters. Gotham was full of interesting and unusual people. Gotham was known for it.

Gotham was also known for Wayne Enterprises. Bruce Wayne is the richest man in the city. Everyone knows who he is, so when he walks into the room, all attention is on him.

Like now, as you stand to the side at one of his company’s galas, he has arrived and without introduction to anyone people gather to greet him. You watch from the other side of the room as he smiles at people and shakes their hands.

You’re here to write an article about his company, but you would rather be writing about the things happening in Gotham that some people seem to forget. The people who live here, but are struggling, all the while Brue Wayne is throwing a huge party for his company wearing a suit that probably costs more than your apartment.

Any story would be more appealing to you than Bruce Wayne.

You turn back to the gathering crowds in the room and ignore him. You had no reason to actually talk to him, just to report on his party. You don’t quite understand why there was a need for an article, other than just to make him look good to people. You roll your eyes at the thought.

Turning your back in his direction, you go to get yourself another drink and perhaps take a peek at the food being served. Maybe you can make a comment about that in the article.

Standing over the table filled with lots of wonderful looking treats, you think about what you’re actually going to say in your article. You have to pretend to actually like the man for it to be convincing. Your boss knew about your disdain for the man, but at the same time would remind you that you don’t actually know Bruce Wayne. You would just reply with ‘I don’t have to know him to not like him,’ and then just walk away.

The billionaire just caused you to have such a burning rage for him, even though he hadn’t actually done anything to spark this hatred. He just... existed.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the very man you were thinking about approaching you.

Bruce Wayne knows you. He reads your articles often. Mostly, they are about him. You have a way with words that certainly captivate your audience, and for that he finds your articles fascinating. However, within your words he finds some... resentment. Though you try to disguise it, he can’t help thinking you don’t like him for some reason. Your words come off as strained to him sometimes.

So, seeing you here, he had to approach you.

A tap to your shoulder has you turning around and coming face to face with Bruce Wayne. Shock immediately sets in. During all these parties you’ve ever come to in order to write an article, you have never come face to face with Wayne ever.

This was a new development; one you can’t say you were too pleased about.

“Mr Wayne,” you say, finding your voice.

He smiles. It’s polite and his eyes seem to light up slightly. This smile was genuine, and you began to wonder where this was going.

“An honour to have you here,” he says.

You look around you briefly, wondering if he was actually talking to you or not.

“Me? Shouldn’t people be telling you that it’s an honour to meet you?”

Bruce laughs. You grow all the more confused.

“I suppose I do hear that often enough. Still, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he says, holding out his hand.

You glance at it before reaching for it.

“You know who I am?” You ask him.

His smile seems all the more cheerful. “I do.”

You lower your hand after shaking his and stand awkwardly in front of him. He doesn’t seem to mind though.

“I read your articles,” he admits.

“Oh. I see.”

“Fascinating work,” he says.

“You think it’s fascinating? My works are mostly about you, why would that fascinate you? I’m pretty sure you’re aware about what happens at your events.”

He chuckles. You have a bite to you, and he likes that.

“Almost aware of everything. This is the first time I’ve actually taken notice of you being at one at these.”

You grin. “I prefer it when you don’t know I’m here.”

Bruce laughs again.

“You don’t like me very much, do you?”

“What gave it away?” You ask, dropping your smile. You might as well be honest with him since he seems to know already.

“Your words. Though you say such wonderful things about me and my company, I can’t help picking up your spite for me. Have I done something to offend you?” He asks.

You stare at him.

The way he is looking at you seems a little... sorrowful. He seems bothered by your lack of interest in him.

“I... uh... Well, I...” You can’t seem to think of what to say. It’s only then you perhaps realise what it is you hate about him. “It’s not exactly your fault...”

“I don’t understand,” he says.

You look around you. People are looking.

“Forget it. It was.... nice meeting you. I’ll be on my way now. I have all I need.”

You go to walk past him, but he reaches out, lightly brushing his hand with yours before pulling it back again. You stop as you glance at him, seeing his eyes shift to the floor before looking back up at you again. He hides his hands behind his back as if to stop himself from reaching out again.

“Don’t go,” he says.

You glance around you again. People are still looking.

“I have to, I’m sorry.”

You bow out, leaving as quickly as possible. Bruce wants to go after you and pick up where you left off, but his attention is soon stolen away by some other guests. However, as they talk to him, he can’t help but look up at the doors you just disappeared through.

A few days later you’re sitting at your desk. You had written the article from the gala that night and it had been published yesterday. You were currently gathering information for your next one. As you were scrolling through the web, your mail for the day gets dropped off at your desk. You stop your scrolling to pick it up and go through it.

The first couple envelopes were some potential story leads for your next one, which you would have to run by your boss. Though you know he’ll say know because he just wants to write about Wayne.

The last one was different. You stare at the envelope. Your name was written in neat penmanship on the front. You flip it over and open it, taking out the note inside. The writing on it was the same neat handwriting from the envelope, and you just knew who it was from.

The note was an invitation to Wayne manor.

You scrunch it up and toss it into the waste basket by your foot. You were not going to walk into that.

As you throw the note out, your boss walks by.

“What is that?”

“Nothing, just rubbish,” you say, turning back to your computer.

Your boss doesn’t believe you and bends down to fetch it out of the basket. You groan as they open it and read it.

“An invitation to Wayne manor? And you’re throwing it out?”

“Yes.”

“Go.”

You look up at your boss.

“What? No! I already attend his parties for you, I am not going to his house.”

“You are. We’ll need another story to tell, so why not tell one from inside his home. Give his fans and admirers something new to think about,” your boss says.

“No.”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”

You glare at them. They glare back at you.

“Bruce Wayne has invited you to his home. It has your name on it and everything. You will go to his house. You will get another story. You will do it because I am telling you to do it.”

You sit back in your chair in defeat.

“Fine.”

Your boss smiles at you and leaves the note on your desk. You glare at it.

Damn him.

As the evening rolls in, you find yourself outside of his home. You’re buzzed through the gates and told to wait by the door. You sigh as you look around. The door opens and you turn to find yourself with someone you don’t know.

“Oh, um, hello,” you say.

“Mr Wayne is this way,” the man says, gesturing for you to follow him. You step inside and wait for him to close the door before following him in to the house.

You gather this is probably Wayne’s butler, because of course he has a butler.

You’re led into a nice open room where Bruce is standing by a fireplace, waiting for you. He seems pleased to see you.

“Thank you, Alfred,” he says. The man beside you bows his head and leaves. “You came,” he smiles.

“You invited me...”

Bruce’s smile falls.

“You don’t want to be here,” he says.

“My boss told me to come, otherwise no, I wouldn’t be here.”

Bruce gestures to the sofa in front of him. You sigh softly and sit down, looking around the room a little. It seems nice in here, though a little cold. You get the feeling he doesn’t spend much time in here.

“Why don’t you like me?” He asks.

“Is that why you invited me here?” You ask in return, turning to him.

“No... well, actually, yes.”

“You invited me to your home because you’re so bothered about one person not liking you?” You clarify.

“Not just one person. You.”

“This is a waste of time. I’ll write something lovely about your home, but I think I’m done here,” you get up ready to leave, but Bruce steps forward. His hand rises from his side, but he lowers it again. He’s restraining himself from stopping you.

“Please don’t leave again,” he pleads.

“What is it with you?” You ask him.

“I want to know why you don’t like me so much. I’ve never been bothered by this before, but now I’ve met you; I want to know.” He knits his eyebrows together and his lips pull into a frown.

You can’t help thinking he would look far more handsome with his smile.

“It’s not you. It’s the fact I have to write about you,” you say, sighing softly.

“I don’t understand,” he says.

“Look, I don’t have anything against you. I just didn’t want my career to be just writing everything about you and your company, and your galas, and the girls you take home. So many things happen in Gotham, but no one knows about them because all Gotham wants to hear about is who Batman is chasing away at night, and what Bruce Wayne is up to.

“I’m sure you are lovely underneath that public appearance, and I’m sure Batman is a swell guy, but I wanted to be a reporter when I was little. I wanted to report on the little things and make them more important than they are now. People forget half of Gotham struggles to pay their bills and feed their families. I could be making a difference in the world, but my boss sends me off to your parties only to get an article about the exact same stuff I saw last time.”

Bruce stands there listening to you.

“I don’t hate you. I hate that I have to write about you every single week while people struggle to live,” you confess.

Bruce bows his head down in silent thought. You watch him quietly, wondering what’s going on in that mind of his.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“Sorry? For what?”

“For your boss thinking I’m more important than the people of Gotham. Perhaps I can help in some way.”

You shake your head.

“You don’t have to. Thank you for inviting me here, but I’ve got all I need now.”

Bruce steps forward again.

“Please stop trying to leave,” he smiles softly. “I would very much like to help you.”

“How?”

Bruce smiles at you.

A week later and you’re awaiting the responses from your article. Bruce and you had sat down and come up with a plan. Bruce threw a charity gala to raise funds for the poorer side of Gotham. You felt like he was just doing this because he wanted you to stay longer, but two days after that chat, Bruce threw the event and went off without a hitch. You attended as his guest of honour and spoke to some of his acquaintances.

Not only did he put in a large donation himself, but he raised quite a bit of money from his guests. At the end of the night, he went with you in person to donate the money. A day later you heard back from the charity thanking you for what you did. They were going to put those funds toward helping people.

You wrote all about it.

The responses were overwhelming. You had written about Bruce in a different light to your usual articles and people loved it. Your boss was over the moon as they patted you on the back and celebrated with the office.

As you were leaving work, you saw a sleek black car waiting outside of the building. Standing by it was Alfred. You walk over to it and watch him open the door for you. You climb inside and find Bruce smiling at you.

“I liked your article,” he grins.

You chuckle softly.

“You helped me write it.”

He smiles even brighter.

“Your boss just has you write about all the friends I have, and all the money I put into parties, all the girls I’m seen with. You don’t get to write about this Bruce Wayne, the one sitting here with you. I do what I can for Gotham, more than you know, but people don’t get a chance to see it often. You helped me.”

You look at him in silence.

His hand gently covers yours on the seat between you. Your eyes glance down at them and then back at him.

“Bruce....”

“Maybe you could write more about this Bruce,” he suggests.

“I would like that,” you smile.

He smiles softly too, his eyes bright. You like this Bruce.

“It’s a date then.”

Maybe there was still hope or Gotham after all.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #val bruce wayne #val kilmer bruce wayne #batman #batman forever #val bruce wayne x reader #val kilmer #val kilmer x reader #request

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the-broken-truth · 1 year

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Broken-Style Remix: Platonic Yandere Bruce Wayne + Bat-Family & Dakota Blake (Part 3-2)

SUBTITLE: DAKOTA'S DAY OFF [PART TWO OF TWO]

Summary: Dakota goes to the aquarium to blow off some in order to forget about her encounter with Damian Wayne, Her Younger Half-Brother who can't seem to take a hint. While Dakota is enjoying the wildlife of the deep blue, another unwanted guest triggers Dakota's anger again.

[Around 2:45 P.M. - Gotham City Aquarium]

Dakota's blue eyes looked upon the heavy glass as she watched the lionfish swim along the weak current of the water that contained the artificial habitat that was constructed for it and the other organisms that resided in the giant glass tank. Dakota inhaled and exhaled with a smile on her face as she looked at the water - something about water made her calm down from her fits of rage - and coming to the aquarium made all the anger and rage melt away; good thing she made sure she had some pocket money with her before she left the house or else she would have had to go to the beach which was further away. Dakota wasn't much of a traveling kind of girl.

Dakota sat there and watched the fish swim and interact with each other when she suddenly got a chill down her spine, she looked around and her eyes widened and her eyebrows raised in a confused manner when he realized she was alone in the corridor.

'Where did everyone go? I know there were other people in this place before I even sat down. How long have I been sitting here?' Dakota thought as she reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone and used her thumb to press the home button to turn the phone on to check the time.

3:15

'It's only 3:15? It's still rather early...where is everyone? Something isn't right.' Dakota's eyes narrowed as she glared at her phone when her ears suddenly picked up on the sound of shoes walking along the tile floor of the aquarium corridor. Dakota rose to her feet and looked in the direction the sound was coming from and her eyes narrowed even more when she came face to face with the man who started all the drama in her life. Standing at least 10 feet away from her, with his hands in the pockets of his business suit, was Bruce Wayne. The darkness of the corridor was illuminated by the light coming from the tank - almost making the blue eyes of Father and Daughter glow.

"Bruce," Dakota said as she looked behind him to see some people standing there - some standing in the middle of the doorway with their phones out recording. "Now, I see why the people aren't in the corridor anymore. You must have paid them off or something."

"There was no need for that. I contribute a grand sum of funds to this Aquarium and all I needed to do was make a request to have you left alone in this corridor. I needed a word alone with my daughter." Bruce said as he walked over to Dakota, who stood her ground and glared up into her father's eyes. "What's more - you shouldn't call your father by his first name."

"I don't have a father, Bruce, I was raised by my mother and uncles, along with my aunts and grandparents. I don't care that you found out I have a blood link with you but I don't want anything to do with you or your family. How long is it going to take for you to understand that?" Dakota asked as she folded her arms but Bruce just shook his head and glared into Dakota's eyes before placing a hand on his daughter's shoulder, Dakota moved away to make Bruce's hand fall off his shoulder.

"Dakota, I know that you are upset that I wasn't there for you but you need to understand that I didn't even know you existed. Your mother kept you from me, she robbed you of the rightful life you were meant to have. If you're going to be angry with someone, let it be Marissa." Brue said with venom in his voice but Dakota's sudden raise in her voice caused him to take a step back.

"Keep my mother's name out of your mouth, Wayne! She has done nothing wrong to you!" Dakota growled but Bruce growled back.

"She kept you away from me, Dakota. She robbed me of my daughter's life and she robbed you of the life of an heiress that you were supposed to have. You were meant to be the Daughter of Bruce Wayne. You were meant to be Dakota Wayne and I am going to make sure you are going to take my name. We are going to Wayne Manor, I already have a room ready for you to move into and a new wardrobe. Let's go." Bruce said as he reached for Dakota's hand before she moved away from him, "Dakota."

"I am not going anywhere with you, Wayne. I'm warning you now and for the last time - Leave me the hell alone and stop trying to make me join your family when you have more than enough children." Dakota warned him as she walked away from him, walking through the crowd of people as they recorded her and asked her questions about her lineage to Bruce but the Blake Girl didn't answer any questions as she walked out of the Aquarium with her hands in her pockets before she booked it down the street to head to her uncle's gun range. She needed another way to blow off some steam as Bruce ruined her favorite place. Bruce walked his daughter running down the street as he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Alfred. Send me the address for Marissa Blake. I'm going to cut the head right off the Hydra." Bruce said as he walked over to the Limo.

"You are aware that if you cut the head off a Hydra, two more heads take its place, Master Bruce." Alfred sad.

"Not in this case." Bruce said as the limo drove down the street.

#dakota blake #platonic yandere #bruce wayne

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gangrenados · 2 years

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Dick Grayson masterlist II

Masterlist I

This contains mature content, minors DIN.

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Headcanons

Period pains (ft. Jason Todd)

Holding you in your sleep (ft. Jason Todd and Bruce Wayne)

Daddy: two times you called Dick "daddy"

Nicknames (ft. Jason Todd and Tim Drake)

Watching horror movies togheter (ft. Harley Quinn)

Possesed! Dick Grayson headcanons

Talon!Dick Grayson headcanons

Vampire au

°Vampire alphabet

°Sangría (ft. Jason Todd): You're the last standing hero, too bad that the clan has caught you.

°New blood: As a king, Dick's duty is to keep the vampire legacy alive and look for an heir.

Yandere au:

°Yandere! Dick Grayson headcanos

°letters: I and Z; C,D,F AND H;

°Amarre (ft. Jason Todd)

°someone making fun of you (ft. Jason Todd)

One-shot/ blurbs

Early morning: After a night of patrolling, Dick finally comes home you and finds himself to be in awe by the sight in front of him.

Talking in his sleep: Dick has an odd habit.

The morning after: all titans are curious to know who was making so much noise the night before.

Visiting grandpa: After years of no interaction, Dick decides that perhaps it's time for Brue to meet his family.

Storms: Cuddling during a storm might be the only solution to keep nightmares away.

Smut

Who's your daddy?: you gotta remind Dick who he belongs to.

Kinks (ft. Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd): some of their kinks.

After a long day: Bad luck has you watered down, maybe some comfort would be good in this occasion.

Caught: When the bat goes out the birds party, too bad the time wasn't enough.

The night shift: being the man behind the computer sounds like a boring task, good thing Dick has someone to keep him company.

Upside down: boredom has made Dick of new ways to please you.

Moby Dick: the great white whale: Roleplay has took your mind to new and weird territories, Dick doesn't know what to do.

No disturb: Dick should learn how to lock the door.

Threesome (ft. Jason Todd)

misc: leg humping; breeding kink I

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#dick grayson masterlist #masterlist #dick grayson x reader

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arionwind · 2 years

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So I've been critical of Billionaire Bruce Wayne a lot in the past, but I am increasingly coming around. I think I've talked before about Mackenzee Scott and the difficulties with trying to give away that amount of money fast enough to outpace the interest and dividends and other ways it balloons on itself, but just in case, the gist of it is that there's a limit to what an individual can give to charity or gift to friends before taxes start mounting ever higher. At which point, yes you theoretically could give 18 billion or whatever to the federal government, if you were okay with most of that going to defense contractors and making the world a worse place. I am going to assume most of us are not.

Bruce Wayne has it worse though. Assuming roughly equivalent taxation schemes, his overtaxed charitable givings would likely still go to defense contractors. But it's DC. You can't convince me that, if you trace it back, most of them are owned by LexCorp. I cannot blame Brue for not wanting to fund Lex's latest plan to villify him, kill his boyfriend, and blow up South Dakota or whatever. So giving money beyond the legal to charity is out - Lex and the corrupt feds will have to do without his billions.

Now in the real world there's foreign tax dodges and money laundering schemes that one could maybe use to filter money to charities without the tax problem coming up. It's exhausting, suspicious, and not without its own notable overhead, and the people in charge of it who would profit are also not nice, but it exists, sort of. In the DC universe though? There's no way Penguin, the League of Assassins, Vandal Savage, or some other world-spanning sinister figure doesn't skim off the top of criminal funding methods like that. Not only would trying taint the reputation of Billionaire himbo Brue Wayne, it would go right back to funding Batman's enemies, just like the tax thing.

Which is why he keeps adopting new kids. And why Dick and all the rest have not stopped hearing him asking why he doesn't have great-grandkids yet. Do they have kids yet? No? Gotta get on that so Bruce can have great-grandkids. Just hear me out.

Individual giving limits are just that - by individual. Bruce Wayne can only give so much to charity each year before it starts going to Lex or the League too. But Dick Grayson can give just as much. So can Jason Todd. So can literally every other kid Gotham's Favourite Himbo has ever adopted . . . once they have it in their name.

Because that's the problem, see. He can't just gift that much to each of them to pass on in turn. As mentioned above, there's annual gift-giving limits on things like that he wants to avoid. So the solution is to set up a trust for each of his kids, using planned tax dodges the wealthy have encoded into the laws to keep their children solvent. After enough time, that trust can be made to just become theirs, free and clear, with minimal if any taxation, depending on how it is set up, and then the kid is a second front in Brucie's war on his own wealth.

Thing is, this process is slow and can only increase the giving by a factor of as many kids as he has. Hence the comical rate of adoption. Every single Batkid has a fancy trust designed to siphon money to where it needs to go and out of Bruce Wayne's funds, but you need way more kids than even he has to make that happen fast enough to make a dent in billions.

So he needs more kids. More adoptions. Adult adoptions. Grandkids. Great-grandkids. I guarantee at least once he has asked Clark to "feud" with Lois, break up with her, marry him long enough to get him and his line entrusted, then go back. Clark was not up for it. Barry was not up for it. Ollie thought it would be good for a laugh, but even Bruce isn't foolish enough to tie his fortunes to Queen's.

People think it's a joke when their "Welcome to the Justice League" info pamphlet warns them not be alarmed if Batman proposes to them - he isn't trying to seduce them, he just wants their kids for his collection. It isn't a joke. Batman wants your kids. No not that way, it's a tax dodge. No, not that kind of tax dodge, the good kind. It's okay to turn him down, though. He won't take it personally.

#dc #batman #essay #been a while since i used that tag

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Cassiopea and Orion

Ellie had a plan. She promised she had one. This wasn't like when Clocky would sent her off on a mission through time with nothing more but a little note with a cryptic message on what to do.

Danny had given her clear instruction. Before one of her many travels to see the world, Danny, in his mid twenties and she in her late teens, had taken her aside once. Telling her about specific instruction she should follow, should she ever find herself in a moment of need, and Danny wasn't able to help her.

Well, now she was in that kind of situation. Amity Park was destroyed with no survivors. Vlads castle was no more. Both Dan and her got deaged, but Dan had to be put in a frozen state when he started to destabilize. And Danny, he had gotten captured by the GIW shoving her out of harms way and telling her to remember what he told her before.

Ellie was pretty sure Danny was telling her to follow the emergency instructions.

So here she was now. In Gotham. Keeping to the shadows and trying to find her way around.

No one ever bothered to tell her how hard it was to navigate through a city like Gotham. You would think it would be easy to find some guy running around at night in an armored spandex furry costume.

But no, here she was, in a random alley. In a city, Danny had specifically told her to avoid it unless the emergency instruction came into play. Maybe she should just steal a map.

She was contemplatingly staring at a gas station for that until she noticed a shadow jumping over the roof tops. It took her only a second to decide on her next action. Ellie was pressed on time after all.

"Hey you!" She shouted loudly flying up to follow that shadow. "Wait up!"

Thankfully, the shadow listened and stopped on the next rooftop toward her. She insanity noticed it tensing. Now, she noticed that the shadow was a kid. He looked small, and Ellie figured he was probably around 11 or 12.

"You are one of the Bees and Birds, right?" She questioned once she floated a bit closer. Also the kid tensed up.

"You mean Bats and Birds." The kid clicked his tongue at her, crossing their arms.

"Bees, Bats, who cares. My question is you know the big bad bee, right?" She waved the kid of, she had more pressing matter than getting their animals right. "I need to get a message to him."

The kid clicked their tongue once more, huffing and muttering something she couldn't hear. Probably talking to someone on a com. Either way, Ellie took his silence as a form of telling her to continue.

"Can you tell the big bad bee-" "Bat" "-the following?" She ignored the kid cutting in trying to get her message across and follow Danny's instructions to a T.

"Cassiopea is calling out to Orions Nursery before Rho dies to help her youngest."

There was long, drawn-out silence, and the kid was hissing something into coms. Ellie fidget with her finger nervously. Going through Danny's emergency instructions through her mind again until she hear a thud close to her and wirled around.

With wide blue glowing eyes, she looked up at the man dressed like a bat for a couple of seconds before taking on a defensive position. Eyes now narrowed at the man that was clearly studying her.

"I was under the impression that Phantom's youngest child was older. You appear to be no older than five."

"Yea well shit happened!" She shot back, still unsure if she could trust the man even if he mentioned Danny's hero alias. Her hands started to glow slightly as she prepared to attack in case things went back. But the man didn't appear to be phased by it. Not like the kid that was tensing up.

"You will be safe with us. But what happened to Phantom?"

Ellie eyes flicked over to the other kid that had now come closer to stand next to the bat guy before looking back to the big guy. She did not drop her stance yet. Still unsure of how much trust she can put here despite what Danny had told her, she had not yet heard the right response.

The man appeared to sense her distrust, as he kneeled to be on eye level with her. "Jupiter and Rho Cas will not be harmed. Orion gave Cassiopea his word."

Finally, Ellie relaxed, dropping her defensive stance but still watching the man with narrowed eyes. She hesitated a short moment before carefully saying her next words, hoping the man knew enough to k ow the grave meaning behind them.

"Phantom lost his haunt."

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Oh my HEART!!!!! Alfred being the most wholesome grandad in the whole world, you have broken me! I am bits!!! Smol bits!

Could... we maybe have more Grandad Alfred?

Alfred checked his watch and nodded to himself as he smiled down at a freshly fed and changed Emma, tapping her nose with his index finger, "Your mummy must be completely exhausted," he hummed picking her up, "So I say we let her sleep a while longer, hm?"

There's no response from Emma but, that hardly matters. He was having a lovely time- it had been nearly 30 years since there had been a baby in the manor. And Emma was still small, and he hoped, had inherited your sweet, easy-going disposition. Aside from breaks to be fed or changed, she slept. And carrying her about while he did other things gave him someone to talk to. So he picked her up and took her with him to the kitchen. "Let's see if we can't coax mummy into eating a good dinner," he mused.

If he didn't know you better, he'd have probably assumed your anxiety about your daughter was just a by product of being a new mother. But he knew you. And he knew that you were terrified of not being able to love her enough- that there was something broken inside of you. He held Emma and kissed her head- Even right now he knew that wasn't, and could never be true- You could have hired a nanny and no one would have thought twice about it. But the one time it had been brought up, you'd shut it down so vehemently they'd all been a little surprised. It was not up for debate- and even though he'd had reservations, Alfred couldn't deny that he was wrong.

A small stifled yawn made him look up to see you rubbing your eyes in the door way and he smiled, "Emma and I were hoping you'd be awake in time for dinner."

"I didn't mean to just drop her on you," you mumble, still getting your bearings as you reach for the baby so Alfred can use both hands.

"Nonsense," he huffed, smiling a little. "We had a very nice afternoon. I introduced Emma to some of the greatest stories ever told, we polished the silver, and I was just explaining to her the best way to prepare Macaroni and cheese. It just so happened to give you time for a nice nap." Though you looked a little groggy and not quite awake, you did look better. Less like a zombie.

"Thank you," you murmur, taking her and snuggling her, going to curl up in a chair, "I thought dinner tonight was supposed to be-"

"I changed my mind," he shrugged, turning to start boiling water for tea. "Macaroni and cheese just fit the day better." And, he thought to himself, it was a comfort meal for you. For the past few days he'd not seen you eat more than a few bites at any given meal. A sure sign that you were stressed and anxious.

He crossed behind your chair and squeezed your shoulder, watching you fuss over your baby, and smiled to himself. "It smells good," you tell him, stifling a yawn. "I just feel bad sleeping so long I didn't mean to-"

"Young lady," Alfred sighed, "You need rest to recover- it's all well and good that you don't want to just hand her to a nanny but it's hardly abandonment to fall asleep on the couch for a few hours." He shook his head, passing by with a container of cookies and set them on the table. "I assure you, I do not mind in the least."

He set down a cup of tea and chucked you under the chin gently, something he'd not done since you were a very little girl, pleased with the gesture made your eyes lighten a little. "Sweet girl," he tutted, "I don't doubt that all of your anxieties are amplified. I also don't envy you having to deal with them. But they're unfounded. You're not your mother. You took a nap. And it had the happy coincidence of giving me time with Emma all to myself."

You lean against his side, and exhale slowly, nodding. "Further," he continued, "If I hadn't wanted to do it I would have told you." He snorted and put a cookie on a plate for you, pressing you to eat.

Bruce walked into the kitchen with Dick, putting the conversation to an end. But Alfred gave you a meaningful look, and he's pleased when you nod again before looking up at Bruce to accept a kiss hello. And the Butler melts when you let Bruce take the baby to hold so you can drink your tea and finish getting your bearings. "How was your day?" Bruce asked generally, pulling your chair closer to him so you could lean on him if you wanted.

"Miss Emma and I had a lovely time watching our stories," Alfred said lightly sliding a pan into the oven.

"What they did after that I have no idea- I was out cold," you add yawning. "Though I suspect they spent a chunk of the day plotting."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Alfred said loftily, winking at you where no one else can see.

You hum, hiding your smile behind a cup of tea for a moment before turning to take Dick's homework folder from him to look at.

#Brue Wayne #Bruce wayne x reader #Bff!reader #anon ask #ask answered #minors dni

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dynastymuses · 5 months

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@evilbastards

send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse {{&&bruce&selina}}

bruce was shocked selina showed up. ever since she found out he was bruce wayne, they... things had been intense. after all they shouldn't even been together. they were on opposite sides, and they always would be. still, was this her attempt in reaching out? he walked up to her and gently pulled her off to the side ❝what are you doing here?❞ but before he could get an answer, some drunk person at the party shouted ❝oh.. mistletoe!❞ brue looked up and saw it. suddenly all he could think about was kissing her...❝we don't have to..❞ but he couldn't hide how badly he wanted to feel her lips against his again. even if it was one more time. the power this one women had over him..

#ignore the mask #wanted a intense stare haha #evilbastards #&&bruce wayne:gifchats:selina #&&bruce wayne:interctions

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isagi101 · 2 years

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Bruce’s Choice

I wrote this a while ago and just had this sitting in my drafts so I thought I'd finally put it out there.

So I've been thinking of the ultimate delima Jason tried to make Bruce choose between him or the Joker, the Iconic batarang to the throat and left for dead scene. I’ve seen a lot of people, mostly Jason fans, discuss how Bruce should’ve killed him or how any other parent would have. I think that the comparison to a hero parent and any other parent is going to be different. As a regular 9 to 5 parent you don’t have the world and countless victims on your back if you don’t do this or if you take a day off or whatever. Do I think Joker should be dead yeah of course, but I find it more easier to kinda compare this to some superman scenes.

So I think a prequel before the Jon we know was officially there was a Jon White basically this Jon is a bit cruder and curses and just overall a jaded child. He doesn’t know that his dad is superman but has his suspicions. Lois and Jon get captured and thrown into a burning building where they are going to die. Superman is coming to save them but then a missile comes towards the city so he stops and flies towards that instead. He’s not fast enough to stop the missile and save his family. Lucky Jon kryptonian powers kick in and he’s able to open the door and everything is fine.

The whole point is that superheroes are supposed to put the people they protect above their family. Like Clark was late to Jon's literal birth because he wanted to make sure everything was okay during an alien invasion. Even in circumstances like injustice or something when there is one specific person responsible for ruining superman life they paint him killing him as him cracking as this is the event that breaks him. Not as justice despite the fact that you know he did deserve it.

I also just think that Killing the Joker wouldn’t really solve anything. Like sure it would at that moment make Jason happy that he picked him but there still Tim, Brue would then have to explain why, sure Jason would be more willing to listen now that the joker is dead but this would also ruin any reputation Batman had for the city. And if we want to think cannonly which why would we but Bruce end up killing lots more people or something.

I think that killing the Joker is a band-aid fix for Jason. It is super obvious that what Jason truly just wants is for Bruce to tell him he didn’t die in vain and that he didn’t replace him. That he loves him and wants him around. I think the ultimatum is very childish. I think Jason is allowed to be childish as he didn’t have a childhood. But if Jason truthfully came back to rid the monsters from the world then Jason would have off Joker himself. Jason's first attempt wouldn’t have been to try to kill Bruce. Because Batman does save people. Jason wanted his dad to kill the monster under the bed but I feel like he wasn’t explaining it in more details why the monster was scary. Maybe because the monster was saying things that Jason couldn’t prove were false. The only way he believed he could in some way prove that “hey Bruce does love me” is if he’s dead.

But that doesn’t stop the nightmares or the PTSD he may have from it. It makes him feel easier about Arkham breakouts but it’s not a one thing to fix all. Now on the other hand if Bruce Wayne went off to murder the clown who not killed robin but his son that would have been a different story. I thought about this for a while too if Bruce doing so would be unfair in some way. Like he’s hiding the fact that Batman is the one who’s actually still killing the man.

But overall I don’t think so. I don’t think that would be wrong because Bruce isn’t hiding behind his mask. Maybe something would come up if the press finds out he’s Batman but till now Bruce Wayne would be in the right by the public eye. Because Bruce Wayne is the 9 to 5 parent here. I can see someone like “But technically Batman is still killing” Which is fair either way Batman would be killing. Which is the whole point.

Batman never needed to kill the joker just let Jason know that he mattered enough. That he mattered more than the Joker. Which are the similarities that keep reappearing this is why Jason was upset about the batarang he chose the Joker. With the ethiopian thing in new 52 he chose Damian over him and lastly he chose a villain over Jason in rebirth. The biggest blowouts with Jason and Bruce all come back down to… Does Jason matter enough to Bruce and if he does why does in every important instance he chooses someone else. Anyway that's what I think.

#batman #Under The Red Hood #jaosn todd #red hood #BatFam #DC comics #character analysis #bruce wayne #damian wayne #joker

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