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The club, expectedly, is loud. Obnoxious. Strobes of neon and technicolor flash and pulse, make his headache worse and worse with every cycle. Too many bodies too close together, too loud, the scent of alcohol and sweat and sick hitting him all at once. Reminding him why he doesn’t do this, reminding him why, exactly, he thinks people are mad for enjoying it.

When Naima parts the crowd like a scowling angel of mercy, eyes locked to his and making a can you fucking believe the audacity face, Benji perks up immediately.

Fucking hell, he shakes his head, silent communication passing between them as she’s (accidentally) shoved aside by a jumping dancer.

She says something to them as she approaches the edge of the crowd, plum-painted lips moving wordless and glossy under the dance floor’s lights. The stranger turns to her, sweaty face a mask of barely-stifled rage. It looks, for a moment, as if she’s about to start something then and there — but then the dancer sees who she’s moving towards, their shoulders turn in. They slink away.

Benji watches them go over the rim of his glass. With his chin tilted, eyes scary and dark, he knows exactly how don’t fuck with me he looks. Not, he knows, exactly the energy he’s meant to be giving off. His companion must agree. She’s giving him one of her patented eldest sibling glares as she approaches.

“I am not,” Naima shouts over the music, smacking her fist into her palm for emphasis, “Gonna be cutting it up with you if you’re on some sad, gay ass shit all night. You hear me?” She bends forward and smacks him in the bicep. “Well?”

Benji rolls his eyes and tilts his chin towards the bar. The willowy redhead has disappeared, and judging from her lack of presence beside Naima —

“Not with her either, though, huh?”

She glares at him, pursing her lips in a mullish, annoyed pout. “Sullivan’s stick is up her bony ass, which means I only get thirteen hours free from work. Not gonna spend a single one of those on a girl who says, ‘eh, on and off’ when I ask her if she got somebody.”

Her voice goes funny and high, losing its twang of a drawl, when she imitates the potential hook up’s cadence. It sounds ridiculous on her, so Benji snorts.

“Maybe you oughta spend it sleepin’ instead of striking out?”

“Wouldn’t be,” she lifts her slim brown fingers in air quotes, “‘striking out’ if I didn’t have a fucking storm cloud following me around.”

Now, Benji gets his excuse to glare. “M’not following you around, one. Told you we’d have more luck at someplace like —“

Naima dances to the side to avoid a pair of bodies spinning drunkenly together. They cackle as they disappear back into the crowd. “I already told you I’m not going to some goth club that plays beatless 80s shit.” She taps a finger to her temple. “It fucks your brain, man. Makes you buy gift cards to Hot Topic.”

“It’s not a goth club, it’s —“

She throws her hands in the air, finally giving up and sliding into the stool opposite Benji when she realizes he won’t be moving any time soon. “Post punk industrial hardcore grunge metal neothrash! What the fuck ever. It’s white people shit, is what it is.”

Benji bristles with a little scowl. “Punk is —“

“Don’t care.”

“But it’s —“

“I.” Naima repeats, pointing two fingers to her own eyes and then at Benji. “Look at me. I do not care. Thirteen hours, Benji. Thirteen. Personally I’m gonna put some effort into making at least two of those pulling — and ideally fucking — some stranger. Little stress relief, you know what I’m saying?”

She stands from the stool then, wobbling a bit for balance because the scalloped edge of her black crocheted vest snags on the edge. She glares at it, tugs until it rips, then points at Benji. His eyebrows stay furrowed, lids thin with barely sustainable annoyance. She looks cute trying to maintain her own. They both start to smile at the same moment, hands coming up to cover their mouths in a mirror.

“This your fault too,” she accuses, barely audible from behind her palm and the loud thrum of music. She shakes the edge of her vest at him with a flourish. There’s no way she can see how his mouth opens to talk back, but the timing of her hand in the air between their faces to silence him is perfect.

“Turn your location on and share it with me.” She demands, flicking her long, bubble braid ponytail over her shoulder. “Share it with me. Set some money aside for an Uber of your own, and then go find somebody to set you straight.”

There’s a beat of silence between them, and then she snorts out a little laugh that makes Benji kick off, too.

“Or whatever. Shut up, man. Shut up.”

“You —“

Naima grabs his cheeks and plants a loud, smacking kiss on his forehead. Then she turns and cups around her mouth to shout into the crowd.

“Y’all, my friend over here needs some company! He lifts like two-something and plays the drums!”

With that, Naima melts into the throng of bodies with a departing wink. Benji feels his face go warm, then hot, then flaming when multiple pairs of eyes turn in his direction and linger. He looks quickly away, then puts his head in his clammy palm and tries his best to melt out of sight, too.

He ends up outside, as he always does, fighting his lighter, as he always does. He needs a new one. Needs to stop smoking, first off, but needs a new one right now. Although Naima had meant it in a wingman sort of way, the attention her tease had gotten him had been largely unwanted. At one point, Benji had found it necessary to approach the bartender and plead for them to stop making drinks to send over — he wasn’t going to touch them, and felt bad for the labor.

That had felt sticky and wrong to do. Made him guilty, like he was being egotistical about the attention and pointing it out. And from there the spiral had been slippery and immediate. Worried about presentation, about the way he sat, the line of his shoulders, if he looked unapproachable or too approachable. If the lingering glances and brushes against him were on purpose. If there was anything he could do to stop them; if there was anything he could do to stop himself from kind of enjoying it all. That felt oily.

And at the bottom of the spiral, his chest had started to feel tight. It wasn’t often he went out, and that was for this particular reason. He’d rather be at home watching some shit movie, tapping at his phone to Saha, headphones on (and volume cranked much too high) to block out the eternally noisy sounds of the city.

Benji settles for the back door. He’s so in his head that he doesn’t think about the force he puts behind his shoulder. The door slams open with an incredible bang, hinges protesting with a whining squeak and then a snap. The bottom bends completely off, leaving the door hanging at an angle — with a massive, shoulder-shaped dent in the center.

Benji swears as his eyes pinch closed, blindly tucking a cigarette between his lips as he stumbles towards the end of the alley towards the sidewalk.

He gets himself into a semi-comfortable lean against the crumbling brick wall before he realizes there’s another occupant.

“Fuck!”

Benji backs up a step as the other man jumps, shoulders tight up to his neck. He raises both hands in an apologetic gesture, but the corner of his mouth lifts a little at the theatrics of the reaction.

“Sorry, mate. Thought maybe you heard the door.” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder. “Wasn’t quiet about it.”

The other club-escapee, Benji assumes from the anxiety pouring off him and the half-finished cigarette in his adrenaline trembling hand, sighs.

“No worries. I should have heard it, but like — ” he holds up his phone, which gleams bright blue between them. “I was looking at my bank account, so.”

The phone illuminates his face in a wash of light. The man is already pale, but it doesn’t make him look ghostly or strange. Benji thinks it rather compliments him; the soft curve of his jaw, a nicely shaped mouth, and intelligently gleaming eyes.

He shouldn’t have had that last anxious pint, probably. He’s feeling a bit too sappy to responsibly handle a handsome stranger.

Heh, his brain offers in syrupy amusement. Handle.

“Understood,” Benji says after clearing his throat, nodding sympathetically. “Never recommend doing that, personally.”

He grins. “Right. Like, if God want me to have a nickel, I should probably just accept that and not keep reminding myself.”

Benji whistles, brows shooting up in surprised admiration. “A nickel. Two ramen noodles there, pal. You’re kinda livin’ it up.”

Benji watches the stranger pull off his fraying beanie, scrub a hand through auburn hair. His stomach flips and he stomps that feeling down, ignores Naima’s teasing voice in his ear. She’d be too pleased to watch his location travel across the city to some shit overpriced flat in Brooklyn, where this guy no doubt lives.

I’m not gonna fuck you on principle, Benji thinks as the man tucks the beanie into his back pocket. My friend would be too happy about it. Wait, that sounds fucking weird—

“Oh,” he says, brows raising in delighted shock. Gets that look about him all Americans do, once they realize the accent isn’t put on or anything. As if he’s just noticed it, a smile: “Where’s that from?”

“Accent?”

He nods. Benji glances away. Trying, for some reason, not to smile and drop his cigarette.

“Texas.” He deadpans a little meanly. When their eyes catch again, the stranger doesn’t look put-upon or annoyed. So Benji offers: “But I’m from Liverpool.”

He has a really nice laugh. Sort of classically charming kind, much like his semi-shy body language and big grin. Benji looks away again, finding it difficult to think of all that and look at it at the same time.

“Boston.” He says, and straightens up from his lean on the wall.

Benji’s tongue touches against his molars, bitten down to stop himself from saying anything as he keeps going. Fucking tall, this one.

“Yeah?” Benji offers a teasing, sneering smile.

“Wanna guess my name?”

Benji pretends to debate for a moment, tapping his thumb to his chin. The cigarette makes his eyes sting, but he ignores it. “Hm. Mike.”

The stranger’s toothy grin falls somewhat. “Come on.”

“Pete.”

“Dude.”

“Greg. Jeremy. Roger.”

The stranger tosses his head back and laughs again. It’s loud enough to wake a dog a few stories up, who sets to barking an irritating echo down the street.

“Oh, man. You’re an asshole. You are an asshole…—“ A deliberate, suggestive pause. Benji shakes his head, unable to stop a huffing laugh of his own from escaping. That grin returns, mega-watt bright. A big, freckled palm raises to press over his chest — Benji wonders, before he can stop the thought, if that’s freckled too.

“Xavier, Boston.”

He rolls his eyes and flicks the cigarette away, thumbnail over his tongue to brush off spare bits. “Benji.”

“Liverpool,” Xavier finishes cheerfully, and steps close enough to Benji to nudge their shoulders together.

Benji lets him.

“He was well fit.”

Benji sucks in a breath and jerks in shock, stepping forward and away from the voice over his shoulder. Naima stands behind him, staring down her nose with one eyebrow up. Her mouth is similarly crooked.

“Don’t start that mocking shit.” Benji grumbles, giving her a gentle shoulder check as he goes to retriever the lighter that he flung out of his hand. She’s lucky Xavier is far enough in the opposite direction to not hear their exchange, or he’d be much more pissed. “You fuckin’ yeehaw dickhead.”

When he begins to make his way down the street, tilting his face up at the cool, crisp autumn air, Naima’s laugh trails slightly behind him. Her trainers start an arrhythmic pattern on the sidewalk as she avoids cracks and crevices and puddles from the earlier evening’s rain. The concrete steams, smoking the edge of the city. Reminds him of dry ice in a music video.

“You get his number or what?”

“Aw.” A click of his tongue, fake-sympathy and sarcasm dripping thick like honey. “Didn’t find anybody to fill your thirteen hours?”

“Fill your ass,” Naima shoots back childishly, slinging an arm around his shoulders. They swing-step in tandem until Benji shoves her away. He’s careful not to tear the rip in her vest wider. “I can’t wait to write a Twitlonger about you. Wait until everybody finds out Spider-Man’s fucking canceled for — hm. What should it be? What’s the most work for Dr. S., you think?“

“You are so funny.” Benji crows, chasing after her in a half-jog when she darts away out of his grasp. They get rowdy down the street for the next block, right up until they land, gasping and clutching at each other, in the threshold of the cornerstore. Only place in their neighborhood that’s open this late, and they love the owner for it.

They’re still shoving at each other and snarking breathlessly as Benji offers a two-finger salute to the man in question behind the counter. He’s reading a month old celebrity gossip magazine. Naima stops to ask after his parents, caught up in a detailed, grateful review of a blanket she’d knit for them last winter while Benji grabs their snacks of choice.

Back on the sidewalk, he watches her crack open the iced tea can with a judgmental grimace. Naima takes a purposefully loud sip, drowning out whatever his lips had parted to say.

“Need I remind you when you talk shit on iced tea, you’re talking shit on the entirety of the south?” She points out primly, tucking her spare hand into the pocket of her baggy green cargo pants. With her thumb poked out, she does a little two-step square dance move that is so strangely graceful Benji can’t help but let loose an appreciative whistle.

“You will never get me drinkin’ that. S’piss, mate. Dunno how you manage it.”

“Dunno how you manage to be so motherfucking grumpy all the time.” Naima mocks back, popping an L of her fingers to her forehead. “Oh, wait. I do. Your shit’s gonna shrivel and die if you don’t exercise it once in awhile, man.”

“Naima, you’re a fuckin’ riot when you’re acting like a human being, you know that? Real fun, yeah. I really prefer this you. The you when you’re too busy to open your mouth? That’s my least favorite Naima. Swear. My least favorite.”

Benji fights their building’s lock as he speaks, ignoring her prodding fingers to his shoulders and side. She dances in place behind him, a bundle of barely-condensed energy that makes bitter sadness wash through him for a hinting second. He thinks of Maran for the length of it, then shakes the melancholy and imagines it shooting out of his ear like an ugly little clump of sooty tissue.

He won’t admit it, but she’s right. He needs to relax. He needs to have some fun. But he hasn’t entirely convinced that her suggested method will do the trick. His luck with hook-ups tends to be a drag out casual thing that leaves him more bruised than anything else. But he also can’t pencil in free time to give someone deserved focus.

Naima isn’t the only busy one.

“I want you to know that I see how pathetic you are.” Bunny says a week later. She slides a particular file across her shiny glass desk towards him. One black-painted nail taps the manila folder. “I see this. I see all, Palanivel.”

Benji glares at her, although the fierceness of it is largely lost in the slight shift of the mask’s LED display. He’s got a particular setting for her, the program picking up when it’s Bunny in front of him, when it’s Bunny being a cunt — means the display is usually stuck in that middle-finger emoji as long as they’re around each other. Because if a second passes where she’s not being one, it’s a second Bunny counts a failure.

Still, she huffs a laugh every time the emoji flashes.

“Fuck off,” he says sweetly, dumping most of the contents of the file onto her desk. The important sheet, the first page, he carefully folds with a crisp swipe of his thumb to tuck into the inner pocket of his jacket.

“And die?”

He points at his nose, then at her. “You got it, boss.”

She waits until he’s half out of her office door to open her mouth again, clearly eager to have the last word. Benji lets her, because otherwise he’d bet she chases him out into the lobby with those quick, intimidating strides to needle at him some more.

“Thought you only took the itty bitty neighborhood gigs, kid? Big bounty on that one.” A quick glance over his shoulder shows her face twisted with impish, evil delight. “But that’s not the reason, is it, you little —“

Her office doors slide shut. They’ve been insulated against escaping sound well, and he won’t spare a thought as to why, just be grateful it cuts off the rest of her jeer.

He waits until he’s in the elevator.

Each of its four sides are intricately faceted mirrors, planes of him reflected in fragmented perpetuity. He looks at himself, and then another, and then another. The lighting is tasteful, classy and low gold that makes the orange accents of his suit pop. The thick purple stripe up each side from ankle to bicep looks navy. But its coloring is where the suit’s bragging rights end. Otherwise, it’s simple. Protective, but low-tech aside the helmet. Simple, for simple tasks.

For neighborhood gigs. Benji keeps it that way for a reason. Handle things in his community first, stay out of the whiny ego-driven big leagues. You get that high and it’s all about the press, anyway.

So Bunny’s right, whatever: it’s strange he’s accepting this bounty. He’s always been a low key client. Keeps Bunny’s managing expenses equally low. She likes that about him, even if she pretends not to like the rest. It doesn’t make sense for him.

Benji retrieves the folded paper, gloved fingers delicately opening it. He isn’t sure why he does it that carefully, and to prove how much he doesn’t care, purposefully rips the corner as it unfolds completely.

“Would usually look the other way,” Benji says to the paper, his head tilted slightly as he studies the blurry, zoomed-in printed images. A dark figure on a roof, the same figured silhouetted in the window of a investment firm’s high-rise office, stills from a video taken by a wealthy Manhattan denizen as the figure raids their posh closet for sparkling valuables.

Call him mad, but Benji swears there is a distinctly mischievous element to the set line of the burglar’s shoulders. Dangerous, but not cruel. More having fun than cause harm. And maybe that’s why Benji took this big-league gig in particular after denying all the others.

He has a strange, chest-deep feeling of excitement that tells him he’ll get to have a bit of fun too.

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Batman Outsider POV Fic Recs

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Wait... you're backup? by Ceciliedr - Rated T

When her team is captured by Lex Luther, Traci can do little more than cross her fingers for a rescue. When someone does crash the party, it isn't anyone she knows. Traci sincerely hopes the guy in the red helmet is on their side.

library card by mikkal - Rated T

Jason Todd, Red Hood, and the Park Row Public Library (and her librarians).

Finding a New Perspective by njw - Rated T

“I got this, Hood.” Red Robin sounds annoyed as he arcs and twists through the air, kicking one henchman into another and wrenching the gun away from a third while simultaneously retracting his grappling line and then launching it to catch another unwary henchman. Just, how?

“I can see you do,” Red Hood says, and wait. Was his voice always that deep? Is he… Maya squints. Is he staring at Red Robin’s ass?

She blinks, then studies the line of sight more closely. Maybe he’s just checking out Red Robin’s kneecaps, in preparation for shooting at them? That seems more his style. Sexual attraction is kind of confusing and she still doesn’t totally believe Tosh that it’s actually as big a thing as people make it out to be—seriously, do other people really spend that much time thinking about it? Sounds fake but okay.

But no, Red Hood’s helmet is totally pointed at Red Robin’s ass. Huh. That’s new.

Captain Marvel's Adopted? by Len_suilon_mellon - Rated T

When Captain Marvel sends out a distress call, the only League member available is Batman. Bruce comes to his aid, but he finds out that Billy is a 10-year-old homeless orphan with black hair and blue eyes. Obviously, he makes the only logical decision and adopts Billy. Because it's Bruce—who's allergic to revealing life-changing information—the League is left in the dark. This story is written as 5+1 story from the Justice League's POV as they attempt to define the weird relationship between Batman and Captain Marvel. 5 times they didn't realize Batman had adopted Captain Marvel, and the 1 time they did.

The Startling Secret Identity of The Batman by Nokomis - Rated T

Good evening, super-sleuths! Boy, do we have a treat for you today. We’re delving into one of the biggest unsolved mysteries of the modern era. The million-dollar question. The billion-dollar question, if one of these theories holds water. That’s right. We’re gonna risk life, limb and sanity by asking the question… who is The Batman? [In-universe Buzzfeed Unsolved accidentally stumbles on Batman’s secret identity. The Batfam reacts.]

playacting by nex_et_nox - Rated G

“So,” Jim said, “are you one of Wayne’s new kids?” Because only siblings acted that way toward each other, and it seemed like every time Gotham turned around, Bruce Wayne was adopting more kids. It was a reasonable question. “What?” Jay asked. “No, I’m—” He paused. Very slowly, his head tilted as he looked over Jim’s shoulder in the most obvious way he possibly could. Jim Gordon accidentally meets the "newest" member of the Wayne family.

5 times the Justice League catch Bruce acting domestically by TimesBeingWhatTheyAre - Rated G

...and the one time he lets them see it aka 5 times the kids torment Bruce, and the time that he actually arranges a meet-up and minds are blown

the politics of dancing by TheResurrectionist - Not Rated

After months of silence following his mysterious resurrection from the dead, the prodigal Wayne heir shows up at an unlikely meeting. “Where is Mr. Wayne?” Jason crossed his legs, cracking his neck. “He’s not coming.” “I was assured Mr. Wayne would be here.” “Tough. Looks like you’ll have to settle for me, huh?”

I Love My Gay Son(s) by reeby10 - Rated G

But the part that had everyone’s attention was the shirt, a plain white t-shirt with “I LOVE MY GAY SON” emblazoned across the chest in bold, rainbow letters.

Bat Out Of Hell by arguablysomaya - Rated G

Five times the Bats are weird, and one time that weirdness saves the world Or, the Bats are weird, everyone that’s even remotely aware of the superhero game knows this. But, odd as they are, they’re still humans. Which is why it should probably be impossible that they’re such forces of chaos. And when they’re all together? Well, most people are just glad they’re on the good side. And they are. Mostly.

The five times Flash came to Gotham for help and the one time he didn't need to (5+1) by Silver_Athena - Not Rated

Barry needs help solving a murder, he goes to Gotham for help. Though he's looking for Batman he seems to constantly run into new heroes. Why do they all seem connected to Batman? --- “You know where he lives?” “I practically live there myself, why is this so surprising to you? You’ve worked with him for- Oh… oh my God, you guys don’t know!"

A Break in Tradition by incogneat_oh - Not Rated

Gordon had seen something when he caught the canary yellow cape out the corner of his eye– something in the way the kid had moved. So he figures he should ask, “You doing okay up there, son?” AKA: The one where Jim Gordon minds a tiny vigilante until his bigger, scarier partner can collect him.

gotham aviary by pepperfield - Rated G

“I see you have a new addition to the family,” Bella says, smiling at the group pushing their father along toward the plaza stairs. “Yeah, we stole him from his backyard,” Jason tells her brightly.

“average billionaire adopts 1000 children a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average billionaire adopts 0 children per year. Orphans Bruc, who lives in cave & adopts over 1 child each month, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

what goes around by Goldmonger - Rated G

A civilian accidentally kills the Joker. It’s a confusing time for everybody.

artemis crock coming to the wrong conclusions by impravidus - Rated G

Nightwing has his hands outstretched, his palms opening and closing exaggeratedly. Red Hood shakes his head. “I am not gonna—” “Just one?” Nightwing interjects sweetly. “Please please please?” “You are such an idiot—” “Just ooone. C’mon, Hood. Don’t these arms look so warm and inviting?” “Inviting for a stab, yeah.” Artemis sees Nightwing being his affectionate (or as Red Hood would put it, extremely annoying) self and comes to the wrong conclusions.

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sasheneskywalker · 5 months

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batfamily fic recs which are told from an outsider’s perspective

the city carries ruins in its heart by nex_et_nox “Do you trust him?” Jim asked.

“Yes,” said Batman, unhesitating.

He didn’t know if he would ever like Red Hood. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to like working with him. He wanted to arrest the man. But if Batman trusted him, that would have to be enough for Jim.

Jim Gordon's evolving perspective on Red Hood.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jim Gordon & Jason Todd

playacting by nex_et_nox “So,” Jim said, “are you one of Wayne’s new kids?” Because only siblings acted that way toward each other, and it seemed like every time Gotham turned around, Bruce Wayne was adopting more kids. It was a reasonable question.

“What?” Jay asked. “No, I’m—” He paused. Very slowly, his head tilted as he looked over Jim’s shoulder in the most obvious way he possibly could.

Jim Gordon accidentally meets the "newest" member of the Wayne family.

G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jim Gordon & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd

Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map by ebjameston CPS Agent, pointing at Tim Drake: We need to take him with us Red Hood: He's fine where he is CPS: He's a minor Hood: Timbo, you a minor? Tim: Can't prove it CPS: I mean, I can. There are records – Tim, who has just finishing hacking CPS to remove his own file: Oh really, tell me more about these records

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A CPS agent gets sent to investigate a tip that Tim Drake has been abandoned by his parents and is living with the Red Hood. The CPS agent leaves with no Tim Drake, a date with Red Hood's lieutenant, and an intern who's promising to fix the IT systems at his office.

It's a weird day for Theo.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne

Finding a New Perspective by njw “I got this, Hood.” Red Robin sounds annoyed as he arcs and twists through the air, kicking one henchman into another and wrenching the gun away from a third while simultaneously retracting his grappling line and then launching it to catch another unwary henchman. Just, how?

“I can see you do,” Red Hood says, and wait. Was his voice always that deep? Is he… Maya squints. Is he staring at Red Robin’s ass?

She blinks, then studies the line of sight more closely. Maybe he’s just checking out Red Robin’s kneecaps, in preparation for shooting at them? That seems more his style. Sexual attraction is kind of confusing and she still doesn’t totally believe Tosh that it’s actually as big a thing as people make it out to be��seriously, do other people really spend that much time thinking about it? Sounds fake but okay.

But no, Red Hood’s helmet is totally pointed at Red Robin’s ass. Huh. That’s new. * For the tumblr Jaytim Week 2021 Holiday Gift Exchange. Thanks, Chibi, for putting this all together!

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake/Jason Todd

seeing is believing by envysparkler Five times Agent Padilla has the wrong idea about her neighbors’ relationship, and one time she gets it right.

(Or: Natalia knew that Gotham was crazy, but she didn’t realize it was move-in-next-to-Nightwing-and-Deathstroke-the-Terminator-crazy.)

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

red by any other name by curiositea The first thing Leo thinks, when she sees the guy strapped to the chair, is that cable ties aren’t going to be enough.

or, a minor gang kidnaps the Red Hood’s “boyfriend”. It goes about as well as you’d expect.

Not Rated | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Original Character(s)

The Talking Cure by DariaHernandez Two vigilantes and a couples therapist walk into a room.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake/Jason Todd

The Horrible Lives of the Completely Sane by withthekeyisking Three civilian looks at the goings-on of the Wayne family.

G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Batfamily Members & Original Character(s)

Training Day: Gotham City 911 Edition by Spee (birbsandbats) “Could you at least help me out here? The mall is about to explode!”

“Meh. It’s gone downhill since the Macy’s closed,” Pilar said.

“Meh??” Eric sputtered. “How can you not take this seriously?”

“The Riddler isn’t even an A level villain anymore. I think you and Robin can handle him, newbie.”

or: Eric Richards knows nothing about Gotham City--which would be fine, if he weren't its newest 911 operator.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | No Relationships

#dc #dc comics #batman #batfamily #bruce wayne #jim gordon #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #damian wayne #fanfiction #fanfic #fic recs #fic rec #fanfic recs #fanfic rec

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elitehanitje · 4 months

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“I was able to forget my own path this time. It is frustrating to lose, of course. It’s tough as a champion. But my partner, best friend, and my life partner, Kota Ibushi is moving on to the final where he will face Tanahashi. I’m happy for him. Truly, I will support him, 100%. I will be his second if that’s what he wants me to do.“

「今回は自分の道を忘れることができた。もちろん負けるのは悔しい。チャンピオンとしては特に難しいです。しかし、私のパートナー、親友、そして私の人生のパートナーである井伏耕太は、棚橋と対戦する決勝に進んでいます。彼には満足している。本当に、私は彼を 100% 支持します。彼が私にそうしてほしいのなら、私は彼の2番目になります。」

#Kenny Omega #Kota Ibushi #NJPW #New Japan Pro Wrestling #The Golden Lovers #AEW #All Elite Wrestling #All Elite #NJW #AEW Dynamite #AEW Rampage #AEW Collision #and then Kota just grab Kenny's hand #let's take a shower together

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fuckyeahfanfictions · 2 months

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown Additional Tags: JayTim Week, JayTimBINGO2019, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, undercover as a stripper, Fluff and Angst, Protective Bruce Wayne, Humor Series: Part 3 of Jaytim Week Prompt Oneshots and Stories Summary:

Tim turns to him with a quick, shy smile before rapidly climbing the pole, waiting for Jason to position himself under him. “Like this?” he asks, arching his back, gripping the pole tightly between his shapely little thighs and beginning a slow, grinding descent. Jason did not realize until this moment it was possible to be so jealous of a fuckin’ pole.

Oh fuck, I’m gonna die again. Of embarrassment or blue balls, just take your fuckin’ pick.

“Yeah, Baby Bird,” he says, almost not recognizing his voice for how throaty and deep it sounds right now. “Just like that.” * For the tumblr Jaytim month(ish) 2019 week two soulmate prompt.

#jaytim #njw #ficrec #soulmark #soulmate au

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Filling Lost Days by njw

7 Chapters - 26561 words

When Jason gets back up to his perch, he sighs and lets himself enjoy the soft, warm night breeze for a moment before digging into his own messy portion of currywurst. Fuck, it’s so good. After a few bites, he looks over at the hotel, and freezes.

Drake is sitting by the window again. He’s eating the dinner Jason gave him.

Suddenly, Jason is very aware of his own lips, tingling and sensitized by the spice. As he watches, Drake’s pretty lips close over the fork Jason gave him, the one he had in his own mouth not five minutes ago.

It’s not a kiss, not really, but…

It’s the closest Jason’s ever come to one. Fuck, he hopes like hell he doesn’t end up having to off this guy.

#jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #red hood lost days #red hood #red robin #fic rec #fanfic reccomendation #batfam fic rec #batfamily fic rec #lost days jason meets red robin tim on brucequest

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scattered-winter · 2 years

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it's BATFAM FIC REC TIME!! feat. my very correct commentary

these are organized roughly by character, but some of them involve multiple members of the Batfam so that's its own category as well. these are all the fics in my bookmarks, but if anyone has any they'd like to contribute, hit me up!

bruce-centric

Nature and Nurture by lurkinglurkerwholurks

this fic. THIS FIC. staying up all night crying, screaming into the pillow, etc etc. lots of good feels, lots of angst, each character gets a moment to shine. 11/10 age regression fic

The Once and Future Batman by Electrons

another age regression fic! as always, Electrons doesn't MISS. humor, angst, and fluff all packed together, giving special attention to the nuances of crime fighting. I am COMPELLED

dick-centric

Fear by Electrons

Young Justice (TV) universe. fear toxin fic feat. Good Dad!Bruce

do as I say (not as I do) by daringyounggrayson

blood and fluff, with a side of Bruce being a good dad for the soul

i trust no one else by wingedgrace

I am. not normal about this fic. and I simply never will be. IMPECCABLE batfam feels with a straight shot of pure angst (and some softer sibling stuff to break it up a bit. I'm not a masochist). it DOES contain implied torture from the antagonist and some implied abuse from Bruce, so be mindful and read the tags before diving in; but I personally thought it was all beautifully handled, and it's one of the few fics with Bad Dad!Bruce that I will accept because of that. all in all, it's one of those fics that tore my heart into pieces and stitched it back together at the end <3

wings and other broken things by wingedgrace

Talon!Dick AUs always make me INSANE and this is no exception. it kept me up for hours because I had to take frequent scream-into-the-pillow breaks. lots of angst and mild whump, but also so many soft cuddle scenes that I am FED AND WATERED HALLELUJAH AMEN

jason-centric

White Lighters / Afterglow by lurkinglurkerwholurks

CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP ETC

tim-centric

Boys Don't Cry by TimDrakeIsMyPatronus

angst with some good sibling vibes! mind the tags though <3

is anyone getting this? by Batshit_Bogs

HOOOOOLY FUCK OWWWWWW ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST /pos

Plummeting by TimDrakeIsMyPatronus

more Tim whump! some Good Dad!Bruce too :]

I See Dead People by Sohotthateveryonedied

ok listen. LISTEN.

I'm soooo normal about this fic

*narrator voice* no the fuck they aren't

damian-centric

Notoriously Hard to Kill by Batshit_Bogs

angst and some batfam feels (featuring my favorite trope: arena battles)

Help, I Accidentally Almost Killed the Neighbor by Batshit_Bogs

this author never MISSES with Damian I swear to god. soft and fluffy beekeeper au with a smidgen of DamiJon for spice

Paint Cans and Sneaking Out by Batshit_Bogs

screaming crying throwing up etc <3 Damian as a graffiti artist isn't what I thought I needed, but boy is it a need

duke-centric

Strange Bedfellows by snackbaskets

a short lil cuddlefic that I love more than my own family /j

batfam

Frightening, But Not Afraid by snackbaskets

FEAR TOXIN WINGFIC WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANNNNT?!?!?! angst but more importantly, FLUFFY WING CUDDLES

Bats of a Feather by Batshit_Bogs

MORE WINGFICS!!! frothing at the mouth feral over these <3 angst, fluff, and humor (feat. Dick and Damian as Batman and Robin!)

Watch This by snackbaskets

a cocaine shot of pure fluff. Good Dad!Bruce with a side of mischievous childe Robin and HalBarry as a treat

Kidding Around With the Bats by bewaretheboojum, njw, Silver_Snow_77, and vellaphoria

half the batfam gets deaged. shenanigans ensue. fluff and humor with a dash of angst for flavor

The Robin Protocol by snackbaskets

*holds this fic close to my chest* it's just..........so so so important to me ok

Cling-On by Bjurnberg

Dick as Robin, sneaking into a JL meeting. fluff and humor and BAM SURPRISE ANGST

Why Adopt Kids When You Can Adopt Merpeople by Batshit_Bogs

this series lives in my brain rent-free. makes me insane /pos. mind the tags though babes <3

We'll Be Carrying Each Other by Sohotthateveryonedied

*deep inhale* AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

Gotham by Gaslight AU. makes me insane.

Through the Mirror by Batshit_Bogs

holy. FUCKING shit. definitely my favorite Reverse Robins au to date. makes me insane. froth at the mouth, if you will. I wish I could eat this series. warning: don't read it all in one sitting because the angst overload probably rewired my brain when I did that👍

go forth and give these authors some love!!!

#winter speaks #batfam fic recs #tw cocaine #i just mentioned it but just in case #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #damian wayne #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #duke thomas #the signal #tim drake #red robin #lemme know if any of the links are broken!!

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