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msfcatlover · 1 year

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Yet more Reverse!Robins

(Calling back to my tags on this post, and one of the images from this one that live rent free in my brain.)

Joker gets bored torturing Jason on his own after a couple days, and sends out invites to all the other rogues (or at least, the ones he’s pretty sure won’t rat him out and end the fun) about a “surprise present” he’s working on for Batman. Steph has absolutely no interest involving herself in Joker’s nonsense, so she immediately throws it out and focuses on securing her area of the city to keep her people safe. She doesn’t think much more of it.

Six days later, Tim shows up at the door of one of her clubs. Not in costume, barely hiding his identity, hardly even armed (like, the bare minimum for walking around this part of town this late at night, and most of that is artfully hidden in his crutches & leg braces.) Aside from Damian or Bruce crashing the party to accuse Steph of stuff (that like 60% of the time she didn’t even do,) none of the Bats have ever approached Steph in an actual place of business before. She’s curious. She tells security to let him in, and show him to her table.

“Mr. Wayne,” Steph says, because fuck it, if Tim’s only going to mess up his hair and barely slap some concealer over the dark circles under his eyes, she isn’t gonna maintain his identity for him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Tim shakes her hand, looks her dead in the eye, never glancing at her guards or flinching at his name. A proper little businessman, in a ratty band t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. “I need a favor.”

“You? Need a favor from me?”

“Yes.”

“The great Timothy Wayne?”

“I didn’t come here to play games.” Tim glares. “Yes, I need your help. Yes, it has to be you. Yes, I am out of other options. No, I am not above groveling—”

“Really?”

“Steph.”

“Don’t,” she growls back, “try to play this like we’re friends, Tim.”

Tim crosses his arms and scowls off to the side. “…Fine. We’ll keep it professional.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing you on your knees.” Tim’s eye twitches as Steph takes a sip of her drink. “What brings you to my humble abode?”

“I told you, need a favor,” Tim repeats.

“Well, that could be anything,” Steph says, rolling her eyes behind her mask.

“My little brother’s missing.”

Steph’s drink goes down the wrong way. She forces herself to swallow her cough. Steph clears her throat to mask it, and sets her drink back on the table.

Tim continues like he didn’t notice. “The police can’t find him. The Bats can’t find him. I have been leveraging every advantage I’ve got, but nobody has seen him in over a week—”

Ice slips down Steph’s spine as she remembers the invitation she’d thrown out right around a week ago.

“—but you have contacts they don’t.” Tim takes a deep breath. “I know you hate us, I know you…” His eyes flicker towards her guards. “…You’ve made your opinions very clear—”

“I should certainly hope so,” Steph mutters.

“—but whatever you think of me, or Bruce, or Cass, Duke, Damian, anybody, Jason’s innocent. He’s suffered enough.” Tim has a warning in his eyes: You’ve hurt him enough. Like she’d actually tried to kill the kid or something (if Steph wanted Jason dead, he’d be dead; honestly, she didn’t even leave any permanent damage. Her lesson was no harsher than anything any of them got on a bad patrol, she was just more open about the point she was making.) “He’s just a kid.”

“And yet, you keep letting him out into this city.”

Anger flashes across Tim’s face, but he visibly chokes it down. “I’m not having this conversation with you. This has nothing to do with Jason’s hobbies or field trips, or whether or not you approve of them. This is about a 15yr old kid, missing in Gotham City, following the biggest Arkham breakout in the last 10yrs. Are you going to help or not?”

Steph sighs, propping one elbow on the table and leaning on her fist. “What have you got for me?”

“Jason snuck out for a party nine days ago—the night of the breakout.” (Translation: Jason was in uniform, probably on patrol.) “We have a system where even if he doesn’t want Bruce to know what he’s doing, Jason still calls me to check in every 2hrs. He checked in a little before 2, because he said he was about to be ‘really busy’ and didn’t want me to worry. I told him to go home. He told me he’d be fine, that he wasn’t anywhere near the mayhem.” Tim’s expression is flat, dead. “He didn’t check in again. Nobody’s seen or heard from him since. There have been no ransom demands. Last sighting was outside of Genevieve’s in Burnley.”

The invitation arrived six days ago exactly.

Steph needs to go. Steph needs—Steph needs to find that letter, she can’t remember if it had an address or a time, she can’t—

“I’ll pay whatever you want,” Tim tells her, seemingly unaware of how Steph’s breath is caught in her lungs (remembering what it was like to be 16, tiny, and at the whims of a madman. Eight full days. Did Steph suffer that long? She doesn’t think so, but the time all blurs together under the pain…) “Money is obviously no object. Weapons? Name them. Tech? I’ll build it for you myself. I can wipe your record clean. I can keep the Bats off your back. I can—” Tim swallows. “My balance isn’t the best anymore, but if you want me on my knees, I can beg. If you need me to demonstrate my gratefulness or if you need someone to hurt, I—”

“Oh my god, STOP!” The table wobbles as Steph jumps to her feet, nearly spilling her ginger ale—but then, she doesn’t really want it anymore. Her stomach is one giant knot, and she’s really regretting those onion rings she had earlier.

“Please,” Tim says, soft and far more earnest than Steph can deal with right now. “He’s my little brother. I… it’s my fault he thought he could go out like this. If there’s anything you can do…”

Steph needs to get to her office. She needs to find that note, and if she can’t find it, she needs to find Joker’s delivery boy so she can beat the answer out of him. She steps away from the table. “I’ll get back to you.”

Tim grabs Steph’s wrist as she passes by. “Please—”

“I said, I’ll get back to you,” Steph snaps, yanking her arm out of his grip. She looks away from Tim’s wounded expression. “I can’t do anything if you’re dragging me down.”

Tim’s shoulders sag with relief. “Thank you.”

“…You owe me. Whether I find him or not.”

“Thank you.”

Steph walks away. She doesn’t look back.

(She shoots Joker in the throat, grabs the nearest heavy object—curved & metal, but much else doesn’t register—and beats the clown’s head in while screaming insults in League dialect. She strips down to her suit’s under layer to keep Joker’s blood away from Jason, tossing her gloves away without caring about fingerprints, and kneels down in front of Jason, making herself as small as possible. She undoes the bonds, checking his injuries, and when Jason collapses into Steph’s arms, she holds on. Steph cradles Jason in her arms, helps him rehydrate from her water bottle, and apologizes in every language she knows for not being there for him sooner.)

(Without the mask or the armor, with Steph’s hair pulling wild & sweaty out of its braid, she doesn’t look nearly so much like the villain who hurt him before. Jason wonders if he’s dead or dreaming, to finally have the hero he looked up to for so much of his childhood decide he’s worth saving after all.)

(Steph would go to the ends of the earth to protect him from that point forward. When questioned, she just mutters something about not “letting all that work go to waste.”)

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intercoursefluids · 2 years

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Hi! I love, love, love, your work! Holy shit! You gotta be the only one that I know of that does Adribat related stuff without being a Adrien Salter. Jesus, I could literally kiss right now if I could. But I had saw that you had this sleeping schedule, so I understand if you don't get this right away.

But I was wondering if I could get a Tim x Adrien story? With a side of childhood friends to lovers? Like Tim and Adri met at one of the Drakes Parties when they were younger? But also I want a side of relationship reveal, but with Class Field Trip to Gotham City salt. Also, also Tim and Adrien already know each other identities. BAMF bottom Adrien(not enough of those)

Basically all of Lila's lying, Tim x Adrien's relationship, is revealed at one of the Wayne Gala's. Could the only person that knows of the relationship be Chloe? I live for Adrien and Chloe sibling dynamic.

Thanks and please get a proper rest! I don't want you overworking yourself.

Hi, I'm glad that you enjoy my writing but I need to let you know, before you read this, that I *hate* this prompt.

There is nothing actually wrong with it, I just could not get it to work for me, this is the best I could come up with and I do not like how it came out but I refuse to leave you hanging so...

*Throws fic to you and hopes for the best*

If someone else wants to take a crack at this be my guest

Adrien sighed, slinking away from the group of his classmates and friends to go hide near the snack table.

Lila was back at it, complaining and bragging about any and everything, and she wouldn’t stop touching him!

It was so! Annoying!

Sure he was used to it but that didn’t make it any better, especially when it was her.

If Marinette or Kagami had been there they would have separated them (Kagami) or caused a distraction so he could slip away (Marinette), but no, neither of them were there because Kagami was a thief and stole his friend to introduce her to her family in Japan, ensuring that she wouldn’t be here during the schools ‘educational’ end of year trip to Gotham.

Add on to the fact that Chloe was running late and couldn’t ‘bitch her way into getting Lila to leave him alone’, her words not his.

The only plus side to this trip was-

“Adrien! There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Come on, I want to introduce you to my family.”

-Seeing Tim Drake Drake-Wayne again.

Adrien smiled, hugging his friend tightly.

“Tim! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’ve missed you!”

Tim paused, tightly hugging Adrien back before pulling away with a huge smile.

“I missed you too, where’s Chloe? I thought you two went everywhere together?”

Adrien sighed, running a hand through his hair and messing it up some.

“She’s running late, something about her hair being too frizzy to be seen in public, I think.”

Tim’s smile turned soft, reaching up with one hand to try and fix Adrien’s hair as he used the other to lace their hands together.

“That sounds like her now, are you ready to finally meet the rest of my family?”

Adrien nodded his head rapidly, squeezing Tim’s hand in his own as he started to lead him away.

“Yes I am, you talk about them all the time when we email each other.”

Tim carefully led them through crowds, turning back to smile at him as they came into view.

“Remember, Damian will bite you so don’t touch him without permission and Jason and Steph’s love languages are bullying, they probably won’t be genuinely mean so don’t worry too much-”

“-Cass doesn’t like to talk much, Dick loves puns, and if we start acting out Duke will pretend he doesn’t know us even though he is the one who started the fight, I know, I know. It’ll be fine, let's go.”

Tim takes a deep breath, squeezing Adrien’s hand and shooting him a look that was probably supposed to be reassuring as opposed to the grimace it looked like.

Marching over to his family, Adrien catches the tail end of an argument over someone named Jerry (?) before Tim interrupted them.

“Guys, this is Adrien, my- friend.”

Adrien barely even notices Tim’s stumble over the word ‘friend’ before he gets pulled into a headlock with his hair being violently ruffled.

“Why do you look so stuffy, blondie? This is supposed to be a party!”

Adrien laughs as his hair is messed up, again.

A grin covers his face as Tim pulls him away from his brother with a yelp, wrapping him in his arms and holding him away from them.

“I didn’t bring him over here for you to torment him!”

The one who had been ruffling his hair, Jason if he had to guess based off the white streak in his hair, laughs, pulling Tim into a side hug and shaking him as Adrien is stolen away again.

“So, you are the friend Tim was telling me about, nice to meet you. I’m Stephanie but everyone calls me Steph.”

Adrien smiled at her, shaking her hand.

“Adrien, I don’t really have a nickname but my friends like to come up with names on the fly so feel free to do the same-”

“Adrien! There you are~ We lost you for a minute there.”

Lila's voice is like nails on a chalkboard and Adrien can’t hold back the grimace and glare that momentarily cover his face.

“Damnit. Hi Lila, I was just meeting one of my friends' family.”

Adrien forces a smile on his face, struggling not to cringe away when she comes up and tucks her hand into his elbow, digging her nails into his skin.

“Oh, hello everyone! My name is Lila, Adrien and I are friends, you could say.”

She ends her sentence with a giggle and Adrien doesn’t even bother hiding the small glare on his face this time.

“That's right. We are friends. By the way, I’m pretty sure Alya is looking for you, you should go see what she needs him?”

Adrien’s annoyance is obvious to anyone who looks at him, emphasized by how he makes sure there is no misunderstanding about his relationship with Lila.

Lila glares at him before covering it up and smiling sweetly at Tim’s family.

“Adrien’s right, I really should be getting back. Come find us when you are done here, okay Adrien?”

Adrien was barely able to force out something that sounded vaguely like an agreement out through his clenched teeth as she walked away.

Adrien shook his arm off, rubbing the sore spots from where her nails dug in before his arm was snatched back up.

Adrien looked up, staring at Tim as he gently but firmly started to roll up his sleeve, looking at the little marks left by Lila’s nails.

“Adrien… This isn’t okay.”

Tim runs his thumb over the little marks, brow furrowed as he slowly looks up to meet Adrien’s eyes.

“It’s fine, I'm used to it. People touch me all the time while I’m modeling, it’s not that big of a deal, honestly.”

Tim presses his lips into a thin line, turning to address his family as he laces their hands together.

“We’ll be back soon. If anybody asks, I was feeling sick and needed some air.”

Jason gives him a thumbs up, him and Steph glaring in the direction Lila walked off.

Leading Adrien back through the crowd they head for the stairs, going into a room resembling a study.

Tim pulls Adrien into a hug, squeezing him tightly against him.

Adrien melts into the hug, squeezing him back as Tim runs a hand up and down his back.

“Adrien, she is hurting you. I cannot let her keep doing that. I care about you far too much to just stand by while she hurts you.”

The tension in the air was thick, making Adrien shift from foot to foot as Tim stared at him, holding him down with just his gaze.

“Well, when you say it like that it sounds like you’re in love with me of something, haha…”

Adrien tries to joke, ignoring how it feels more like a dig at himself and his feelings for Tim when he doesn’t laugh with him.

Instead Tim blushes, brightly.

Looking away from Adrien and clearing his throat, a slightly panicked look taking over his face.

Adrien stops laughing, opting to stare at Tim with his mouth wide open.

“Wait, are you?!”

Tim coughs again, turning to face Adrien again.

“Well, while this isn’t how I had planned it, I was going to tell you tonight. I completely understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore or if you are uncomfortable being around me now, I’m not going to force you to stay-”

Adrien rushed forward, grabbing Tim’s hands and holding them to his chest.

“No no no, I like you too! I wasn’t going to say anything but I have feelings for you too!”

Tim’s face gets redder as he looks at anything other than Adrien.

“Good, um, that- that’s great. Do you… Want to be my boyfriend?”

Adrien smiles so hard his cheeks hurt, lacing their fingers together and nodding quickly.

“Yes, yes I want to be your boyfriend.”

Adrien lunges forward, planting a kiss on Tim’s cheek, blushing when Tim tilts his head so kisses his lips instead.

“Well, now that you are officially mine, you can tell ‘Lila’ to fuck off whenever she touches you. Better yet, I’ll do it for you.”

Tim leads him out of the room, still holding his hand.

As they reach the rest of the party, Adrien spots Tim’s family, they are looking up at the two and money is changing hands.

Adrien tugs back on Tim’s hand, causing him to pause and look towards him.

“Maybe just wait for Lila to come up to us again? I don’t really want to cause a scene right now.”

Tim sighed before agreeing, leading him back over to his family where they proceeded to spend most of the Gala.

At some point Chloe had finally joined them, from there she had immediately started embarrassing Adrien with how he and Tim had met as well as several different stories about some of his most embarrassing moments.

Chloe had moved onto thinly veiled stories from Adrien’s times as Chat Noir, causing him and Tim to share a meaningful look as Tim already knew the truth about him being a hero and vice versa.

(When Tim had made his plan to become Robin he had immediately told Adrien about it and when Adrien had first gotten his miraculous he had told Tim about it to get some advice.)

In the middle of Chloe telling everyone how he had fallen into the pool on her roof, Lila came back.

Looping her hand through Adrien’s arm already had him on edge, but when she did the same to Tim, he was pissed.

Adrien quickly removed her hands from both of them, pulling Tim to his other side as he glared at Lila.

“First of all, stop touching me, it makes me want to claw my skin off everytime you touch me. Second of all, do not to Tim. If you put your hands on him one more time I will out you as the lying, two faced snake you are.”

Adrien’s voice doesn’t rise over a harsh whisper but the message is plenty clear to everyone who heard it.

Unfortunately, Lila has always been too cocky for her own good.

“Adrien, I know you aren’t talking to me like that. All I have to do is have a little chat with your father and you will be ripped away from all of our little friends faster than you can say “Sorry”, and let's not forget what I will do to your little friends Marinette and Kagami. I can and will ruin yours and their lives if you don’t apologize to me.”

Adrien goes to reply when Tim holds him back, a loud, deep voice filling the air beside them.

“Is that so, Mademoiselle Rossi?”

Both teens turn to see Bruce Wayne standing beside them, looking absolutely pissed. Not to mention that all of Tim’s siblings have their phones out and are likely recording.

“I had planned to speak with you tonight on several matters but I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

Lila pales, eyes wide as she stares at one of the men she had been lying about the entire trip.

“My children have alerted me to the fact that you have been lying about me and my family since before you even got to Gotham, as well as several other celebrities I have already alerted.”

“I must say, I am severely disappointed to find that not only do you have a problem with lying, but you are also threatening my son’s boyfriend. Come with me, we are calling your mother.”

As Bruce walks away, Lila trailing after him, Chloe’s phone abrupts into loud, hysterical laughter, startling everyone standing too close.

It takes a second but Adrien is able to recognize the sound of Marinette’s voice with Kagami trying to get her to calm down in the background.

Adrien raises an eyebrow at her and Chloe looks back unapologetically.

“What? Mari had a right to hear Liar-la get exposed and you know it.”

Adrien sighs, hugging Tim as he tries to block out the sounds of everyone around them gossiping about what just happened.

… As well as the sounds of Marinette cackling like a mix of a supervillain and a witch emanating from Chloe’s phone.

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river-bottom-nightmare · 4 years

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Dick Grayson received condolences wherever he went. Recently, people in ‘Haven and on the force about everything he lost during the Blockbuster debacle (and he lost a lot.) Press and the public turning their faces down in a mask of sorrow after Jason, telling him it must have been so hard for him to lose a brother. And before that, when he first came to live with Bruce, every socialite looking at him through diamond-studded fingers wrapped around a bubbly champagne glass, telling him how sorry they were he lost his parents, how difficult it must have been to see them fall, how much he misses his family.

For once, they were right. Even after all these years, Dick missed his family more than anything. Dya and Dat were his parents, of course he missed them. But other than Bruce, the elite of Gotham had a rigid definition of family, and it would take far too much energy for Dick to explain to them why they were wrong.

Haleé was an old man, gruff in the way most people like him were. He was the patriarch of their cobbled-together family, someone who built up his life’s dream with nothing but a couple euros, the calluses on his hands, an old performer’s cane, and a recipe for chili that his Cajun mother had given him. He clasped everyone on the shoulder and taught Dick how to captivate an audience with a couple gestures. And every time Bruce looked up at him, concealed pride in his eyes but a mouth barking at him to try again, to do better this time, Dick took a deep breath and reminded himself that Haleé had left with the circus.

Georges the Strongman was one of the few Frenchmen Dick had ever met, but he was under the impression they weren’t supposed to be so...large. Dya had scolded him disapprovingly, and told him that was rude. Dat had snorted and agreed with him. Then again, Dya was Rom and had been to France before, while Dat grew up in Turkmenistan and his first trip to Europe had been with the troupe, so Dya was probably right. Either way, Georges’ muscles were larger than Dick’s head and he used them to sweep Dick up in hugs. He could do handstands on Georges’ shoulders, and his deep, rumbling chuckles were a staple of Circ d’Haleé, often accompanied by Dick’s own breathless laughter. (The few times Dick managed to get Jason to actually laugh, he had to blink back memories. And whenever he used Jason’s shoulders as a springboard, both in the field and for fun, those same breathless giggles came out when he heard Jason’s indignant sputters and curses.)

Befrî and Cemre were the most talented acrobats and contortionists Dick had ever met. The main reason Dick himself was so flexible was the routines they had taught him, practicing them early in the morning with a couple other members of the circus. Befrî and Cemre were from Buraydah, and though they told absolutely grand stories to Dick all the time, they refused to go back. Their bodies were lean and quick and clever, their minds even more so. Sly comments and remarks had Dick bursting out in peals of laughter, their determination and dedication to their art pushing Dick to do the same. (Even though he often reminded everyone he wasn’t a contortionist, it was always worth it to see his friends’ faces when he pulled his limbs into a position more than a touch unnatural.) Dick often caught Befrî in Tim’s clever little smirk, and Cemre’s eyes were narrowed in determination as he worked on a case. Then Dick blinked, and Tim was just Tim again.

Guillermina was just a teenager, but she could swallow fire. Dick remembered the night he met her. A stowaway from Mexico, she stumbled around Egypt, lost in a foreign land, before coming across Circ d’Haleé. Haleé had said, in that gruff manner of his, their troop was closed for the night and would not be accepting questions or paparazzo. In response, Guillermina stuck flames down her throat and juggled broken beer bottles she found on the floor, then begged in a hoarse voice, if she couldn’t stay could she at least have a meal. Haleé had stared at her, then asked if she went by Guillermina or Mina. She said neither, she went by Yiye, and after eavesdropping on the conversation, Dick had run up to give her a hug. Yiye was bold and reckless and utterly unafraid of the world, and Dick adored her. She taught Dick to juggle and she taught Dick to ride a unicycle and she taught Dick to throw his entire body and passion into everything he did. Whenever Dick found himself about to scold Damian for his daredevil, he caught sight of Yiye’s fire in his eyes, and found himself getting strung along.

There was a fortune teller in Circ d’Haleé. She went by Tsetvanya, except when she went by Apolonia, expect when she went by Mieczysław. (Isn’t Mieczysław a boy’s name? Dick had asked. She had laughed and said yes, yes it was.) She was Polish, except when she said she was swore up and down she was born and raised in Andorra, except when she said lightly she had always traveled and had long since had her roots ripped out. (An American had once asked if that made her a gypsy. He had meant it as some sort of backwards compliment. No one else even had to intervene because she had slapped him hard enough for her rings to cut into his face and make him bleed. Dya pulled the man away and explained, sternly, how rude that was. Dick doubts the man ever visited the Middle East again.) Whoever the fortune teller was, no matter what lies dripped from her lips, she still found the time to show Dick her hand-painted Tarot cards, to tell him stories, to warn him of the world’s dangers everyone else shielded him from. Her bones were brittle and her makeup was extravagant and her hugs were bony and every time someone brought up Alfred’s vast knowledge of the life and fierce protectiveness and general worldliness, Dick smiled to himself and thought, I think Alfred may have a contender.

Emilie the Lion tamer could read Dick as well as Cass and Raymond may have just worked behind the scenes but his homemade meals made everyone gather together just like Steph making breakfast and Tanuja’s kindness towards the troop and mischievousness towards the crowds was so much like Duke that it hurt. Dick had warred with himself over using Bruce’s and the League’s resources to find them, track them, check if they were okay, see if they remembered him. He always backed down.

They say after you lose someone, you can see signs of them everywhere you go, in the people you meet. Dick was constantly surrounded by his family, both versions of them, and the juxtaposition made him laugh, made him cry, made him miss Circ d’Haleé like a physical ache, made him beyond relieved he wasn’t with them anymore.

Because that night, Dick didn’t just lose his Dya and Dat, didn’t just loose his parents. He lost his entire family.

*bangs pots and pans together* IF YOU’RE GONNA WRITE ROM DICK GRAYSON FUCKING DO IT RIGHT. or, not really Rom, just not classically American in general. anyway, i bet you could guess how i had no idea how to end this thing. but here it is. tag list: @comicsandhoney @birdy-bat-writes @yesboopityboop @dangerduckjpeg @anothertimdrakestan @thebatsandbirdsofgotham @astroherogirl @subtleappreciation

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xreaderxo · 4 years

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Hi!! I love both of your social media fics so far and I was wondering if you had any recs for learning more about the batfam?? Since reading your atla/batfam fics I've been wanting to read more about them but I don't know which comics would be a good place to start (or if you learned about them from somewhere else??) thanks!!

YES OK HERE WE GO. first i’ll link a post that gives a brief overview of the characters

brief overview of the boys

brief overview of the girls

dick grayson:

comics:

robin (year one) 2000 - dick’s first year as robin

nightwing (year one) 2005 - dick leaving bruce & striking out on his own

batman and robin (2009-2011) - bruce presumed dead, dick takes up the mantle of batman and tries to mentor damian

nightwing (1996-2009) - great comic series as a whole, but issue #25 has great dick/tim moments

fic recs:

exactly how this grace thing works - dick gets de-aged

field trip - 13 year old dick’s class takes a field trip to wayne enterprises

essential actions - dick spends his first christmas after bruce fired him with the kents

i also would recommend watching young justice to get to know dick, specifically season 1

jason todd

comics:

batman: the cult (1998) - jason’s robin years

batman: a death in the family (1988) - jason’s death

batman: under the red hood - jason comes back to life. and he’s angry.

new 52 red hood and the outlaws - jason gets team

rebirth red hood and the outlaws - jason gets a different team

DCeased - zombie au

titans together (2020) - jason as a titan

fic recs:

a family to die for - jason realizes he’s loved

jason todd is alive - conspiracy theory thread

i recommend watching batman: under the red hood

tim drake:

comics:

robin vol 1: reborn - tim as robin

red robin (2011) - tim striking out on his own after damian takes his place as robin

young justice (1999) - tim starts a team with bart allen & conner kent

fic recs:

young tim explores the manor

tim drake & the good samaratin - tim wants to kill himself. good thing someone stops him.

cassandra cain

comics:

batgirl (2000)

DCeased

fic rec:

murder mystery with tim & cass

cass doesn’t always feel welcome

stephanie brown

comics:

batgirl (2009)

DCeased

fic rec:

damian & steph bond

stephanie at wayne gala

duke thomas

comics:

Robin War

All Star Batman issues 1-9

fic recs:

saga of the bat glare - duke doesn’t understand how the others understand what bruce’s grunts mean

party chaos - duke realizes how insane wayne manor is

damian wayne

comics:

son of batman

super sons

DCeased

batman and robin (2009-2011) - dick as batman

fic recs:

a good place - damian is sent back in time to when bruce first became batman

innocence & experience - damian is sent back back in time (to cartoon young justice world)

i would recommend watching son of batman the movie, batman vs robin, justice league vs teen titans, teen titans judas contract, and justice league apokolips

batfam as a whole

comics:

DCeased

Batman (2017) issue #16

Gotham Knights

fic recs:

colony - collections of one shots with various members of the batfam. very in character. if you really wanna get into the batfam, i def recommend this one

from gotham to miami - dick, jason & damian are sent to miami on a mission.

batfam plays uno

life happens - tim & damian are thrown into a world where everything they know is fictional

keep breathing - damian realizes that jason isn’t so bad

yesterday’s voices - bruce forgets everything from the past five years

christmas eve breakfast

tim and damian have an educated discussion about depression

i would recommend watching lego batman: family matters

#fic rec #batfam

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incoherentbabblings · 5 years

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Unspoken Promises

Sitting on the car roof waiting for Zatanna to show up, Stephanie became acutely aware of how their leaving home must have looked to the rest of the family, and makes her think about what want from the future, especially after everything had come crashing down in the aftermath of Brother Eye and the Batman of Tomorrow. Tim for once isn’t thinking too deep about it.

2,500 words on Tim and Steph cuddles from YJ #5. AO3 Link here!

So for all my doubt about Bendis (He also liked my tweet I sent him thanking him for making TimSteph so cute so like… that gave me a whump of validation right there) I was so over the moon with his interpretation of Tim and Stephanie’s relationship that it actually got me to write fanfiction for the first time in about a decade (ooft). I am following in the grand DC tradition of what is continuity in that I am writing as if the Bat’s History is all in tact, but YJ and Teen Titans is just what had been established in the New 52. How does that work? It doesn’t but never mind that I wanted to write mush

Anyway here is Tim I look at my girlfriend as if she hung the stars at night Drake and Stephanie We have 100% ran away from home which means we are 100% eloping which means yes I will marry you no you don’t even have to ask Brown.

There are like…so many references to past and current stories and dialogue in this, as well as my previous babblings on their relationship.

Anyway, enjoy!!!

He had a habit, she’d noticed, ever since they’d been together, of holding her face. His fingers had always been cold, but dry, and his palm fit neatly along her jawline. He was always soft with her, and she wouldn’t dare have it otherwise. When she isn’t talking, and he isn’t smiling and humming indulgently at her wittering on, he seemed to be nothing more than quite content to just hold and stare at her. Like the sun is infused in her hair. Like her and her alone is immune to the anti-life equation, like she is life’s meaning. Like she is so precious that she might be gone the next morning.

Because that did happen once, when she was left to die without him. Does Tim hate me? She had asked Batman. No. Bruce had replied. He adores you. Always has.

Only now with them lying on the bonnet of Tim’s red car, his stare so openly reverent, Stephanie found herself trusting Bruce’s statement to the dying girl with a broken body (and heart).

He’d been taken from her too, violently and so suddenly that she had found herself talking to a clay program of his, so starved for his face and hungry for his advice… Then again Stephanie had heard from other sources that he’d considered throwing what he’d thought was her corpse into a Lazarus Pit, so maybe they were both reliant on the other to act as a guide.

Those Batmen she’d seen, first the one from a future where she was either dead or under what seemed like permanent house arrest (it wasn’t clear), and then one made of corrupt dreams and corrupt computer programs… They were ones she’d silently promised herself that she would reel in within Tim whenever they reared their ugly, twisted heads. She’d remind him, remind them why they wanted to help people. The two of them didn’t know any other way, not anymore.

How stubborn they were that they scraped their way back to each other.

Stephanie soon grew shy being gazed at by Tim and leaned forward. One hand tightened in his sweater, whilst the other cupped the back of his head. He quickly got the idea and leaned forward, their lips touching briefly for a moment before she readjusted her position, straddling one his legs to get a firm pressure between her own.

Tim’s smile turned cheeky then, and he began to push up into a sitting position. Stephanie gave a slight grunt, and forced him back down, hand slipping down his top to grip at his hip. She kissed him deeply.

A bird took off near the car, disturbing some fallen leaves on the ground. It was still warm enough at sunset to not have to wear a coat, and both of them had opted for oversized sweaters, Steph in her customary purple, Tim in his usual green. They had been travelling for a few weeks now, enough for the new school year to have started, and yet here they both were, several states down, in DC, nowhere near Ivy University in New England. The thought made Stephanie giggle.

“Now you have to admit it!” She exclaimed, thumping her head down to rest on Tim’s chest, listening to his heart beat. Solid. Warm.

Tim meanwhile was looking awfully smug, one arm cradling her shoulders, pressing their already entangled bodies closer, the other arm thrown up behind his head. His eyes were shut, and he was smirking.

“I don’t have to admit anything.”

“Admit it!”

“I was raised by Batman, Stephanie,” – and right on que her eyes rolled up to her skull. Batman Batman Batman – “I am a stubborn master.”

“Admit we ran from home!”

That got him to open his eyes and stare at her once more. He was indulging her again, she knew, and she let him do so.

“A Batgirl and a Robin told everybody we were going off to college and then we drove the other way.”

“Because we’re in the middle of an investigation into the –”

She interrupted him, whispering the phrase “Nobody knows where we are!” conspiratorially, as if they weren’t sitting outside one of the most heavily monitored buildings in the county. But sure, they were definitely back in New England, studying at one of the country’s most prestigious universities.

Not that they didn’t leave with the purest intentions, this investigation into timelines and universes… However neither had the foggiest clue where to start. Tim had recalled Dick and Bruce talking of Wally, the idea that something or someone been messing with time or memories. To avoid Bruce catching wind of what they were up to, they had asked Black Canary, and Dinah had suggested magic, which had led them to Zatanna.

Tim knew Bruce knew they weren’t at college. He just didn’t want Bruce to know why. This trip was partially for him and Steph to be alone. Properly. Without Bruce and his weird secrets and mind games. Without the pressure of fighting crime each night with all its mental and physical traumas.

Without Cassandra bursting through their window with takeout after a night of training, catching Steph in her nightshirt and Tim with his pyjama bottoms halfway up his legs.

It had been going well, as well as could be expected of two seventeen-year olds going on a targetless road trip. Tim had enough money to his name to keep them going for more than enough time, and Stephanie didn’t want for much regardless.

Still, this trip had a purpose, and they both hoped that speaking with Zatanna would orient them in the right direction.

“I’m just saying,” Stephanie continued, now grinning back at Tim’s softening smile “The only thing missing is the circus for us to join.”

It was almost funny how their conversations always came back to their future together. They were still so young but they always spoke of what their lives would be, could be, five, ten, fifteen years down the line.

Not that the circus was a serious suggestion, but it made her point all the same. They had split off from the family back home, deliberately gaining some distance. They’d not spoken to Bruce since he’d waved them off, hearing that they’d get the official wedding invite ‘any day now’ (any day now had been going on for weeks at this point, both were afraid to enquire for an update). They’d not heard from Dick in even more time (something was going on with the Titans, on and off the field, but Tim hadn’t chased it). Damian and Jason were enigmas as usual to them (coming and going as they pleased). They’d get the odd photo and message sent from Cass and Duke and Barbara, the three of them seemed to be forming a little huddle, but for the most part, it was radio silence. Maybe Bruce had encouraged it for once. Leave them alone. Let them be teenagers. They can figure it out if they want to do the superhero gig on their own.

Or maybe that was too forgiving of an assumption of Bruce.

The other day Stephanie had been filming Tim being a dweeb, and she had muttered about making their (hypothetical) children watch this so they could be assured that their (hypothetical) father was never once cool ever. Tim had just laughed and argued that she was just as bad as he, she was only better at covering it up. He didn’t flush at the mention of children, and he didn’t call out at her statement at all. It was a quiet assumption between them, the idea of children (plural. Both had been so lonely growing up they couldn’t bear the thought of repeating their parents’ mistakes). An unspoken promise never confirmed aloud.

Seventeen years old and they were already thinking of when they’d be thirty five. Maybe one near (actual?) death experience each made them grip to that future tightly. They would have it all. They would help people until there was no longer a need for them to do so anymore, upon which they could bow out, ready to drop the double-faced world they occupied.

It had been temporary for Tim, initially. He didn’t so much as want to be Robin as he was at the only one who could be Robin.

It had been temporary for Stephanie, initially. She couldn’t let her father go on hurting people, and she was at first the only one who knew what weird, over the top schemes he’d managed to cobble together.

It was supposed to be temporary, for both of them.

I can make it all work. I can make a system that can sustain itself… After all that, I can take care of myself. Take care of us. I promise.

And yet that promise he’d made aloud, mere hours before everything had blown up in their faces – literally – had been a rude awakening that their line of work didn’t allow easy early retirements, not truly.

That was okay though, not today didn’t mean not ever, or at least, that’s what they had both told themselves at night sleeping in assorted cheap hotels. The receptionists had always given them funny looks, no doubt Tim and Stephanie probably did look like young eloping teenagers. Tim had surprised Stephanie in his reaction to their expressions, putting his foot down when affirming yes we want a double bed no not twin singles. When checking out in the morning Tim defiantly left the bed an unmade mess, as if they were a pair of rabbits who couldn’t get enough of each other, as if trying to earn that slightly disapproving look from across the counter.

She thought maybe he was tired of people giving their opinion on the two of them being together.

And ultimately, that is what they were wasn’t it? Teenage sweethearts running away from home.

And to the circus, if that’s what it came down to.

Stephanie’s buzzing phone and Zatanna’s arrival had brought an end to the feeling of joviality. Stephanie’s thoughts were being torn in two directions. She couldn’t stand the thought of her father running around doing as he pleased, and she had a sudden sharp stab of fear for her mother, but she had just reaffirmed that she was staying with Tim come hell or high water. Tim made the decision for her. He knew she wouldn’t be focused going forward unless she chased down her father, so gave the both of them a three day deadline.

“You’ll be focused and I’ll have a start.” He stated. He was dressed in his uniform, looking somehow both dashing and fragile at once. What he thought he knew had been shaken again, except for the blonde girl standing in front of him. The one who was looking at him with a slightly befuddled but still endeared smile.

“I love you Tim Drake.” She said, ignoring for a moment where they were and what he was dressed as.

There was a beat of silence. Enough to make Stephanie uncomfortable. He had usually always been the first to declare it to her. Now that she had uttered it first, he seemed at a loss on how to respond. She decided to prompt him, trying not to sound too desperate when she asked:

“Did you hear –?”

“I’m madly in love with you, Steph.” He blurted out. His smile widened until he looked overjoyed. “I was just about to tell you that. I was going to tell you I was so happy you were in my repressed memories, too, because I didn’t want – ”

A life without you was how he was going to finish his declaration before she threw herself at him, smacking a kiss on his lips, and Tim saw his world go pink for a moment.

He had been relieved that she’d been in those memories. She had to have been. She was the only one, for so long, who knew him as both Robin and Tim. The Teen Titans had asked and asked but he’d always been so reluctant to cave in, whilst part of his fear of leaving the title of Robin would mean losing Bruce and Dick and Barbara, for what possible reason could Tim Drake have to associate with them? It was different now, he was Bruce’s adopted son, so their connection could not be severed regardless of him wearing a mask or not, and he had opened up to his friends, slowly but surely.

She was still the person he wanted to be with him every step of the way. She’s never cared what title he’d held, she’d cared more about the way he held her. This was his chance though. She had always been stuck on the fringes of their generation, not having many close friends outside of Gotham. If his friends and family could become hers… he just wanted her with him every step of the way. It was selfish of him he knew, but she deserved a better family than the one she’d been born into, and he had the opportunity to give it to her.

She was gripping the front of his uniform tightly, and he was holding her shoulders. Leaning forward, he put their foreheads together with a gentle thunk. Still smiling, he reminded her of the three day deadline.

“Two days.” She pushed.

“Promise?” He looked at her, and she smiled guiltily. How many broken promises had they made to each other? How many had they kept? How many had remained unspoken, for fear of them never coming true?

“I can’t.” Stephanie exhaled unsteadily, her eyes tearing up.

He didn’t sound disappointed when he responded, “I know.” He understood. Better than anyone he understood the danger of promises and oaths.

For a brief moment she longed for them to forget responsibilities and be utterly selfish. Run away to the circus like she’s joked. Confirm every suspicious look those receptionists had given them for the past four weeks. Leave behind broken families who didn’t know what good communication meant between the lot of them and start a newer better family in its place. It was a whim that would remain in her head, but she answered the question she would sit and wait for over the next twenty years if need be out loud, as both a promise to Tim and to herself.

“…But I do.”

Tim didn’t say anything more in response, but looked up at her, his forehead still pressed to hers, and breathed a laugh. He knew what she’d meant when she’s said I do, of course he figured it out, but he also knew to let it remain out of context. Another unspoken promise.

They’d be fine. More than fine. He would find his friends and he would take care of them. They’d scraped their way back to each other for a reason. He couldn’t let her, or Conner or Cassie or Bart or any of the others, slide by any longer.

Another unspoken promise.

#dc #timsteph #tim drake #stephanie brown #this is super self-indulgent so please indulge me...#my fic tag

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bluboothalassophile · 6 years

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Hello Blu!!! Blu, I'd like to ask you, what if exist a flashpoint like in Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox (in your mind/your point of view), for ex: What if Jason had been saved by Bruce, what would have change in this flashpoint paradox? What other things/people would have changed? What do you think of this? Sorry just a random question that came to me ^^ and i'd like to know your opinion! ^^

Hello,

In a flashpoint where Jason lives instead of dying… Alright, well, I’ve thought a lot about this. I even have a story on the parameters of if Jason had lived rather than dying, but that’s a bit closer to the Arkham Knight AU for what happened to Jay.

Anyways, B would save Jason, he wasn’t late, but Jason’s still in critical. I HC that B managed to save Jason but couldn’t save Shelia so that bitch dies in the very explosion she was meant to die in (a moment of silence as we mourn the bitch… okay back to business).

Jason is rushed into a hospital, coma, rehab, years of work to come back; because he’s not magic. Dick is now growing the fuck up and pulling his head out of his ass and trying to be a big brother to Jason as Jason struggles through PT. Alfred forces the family to see a shrink (JL or other), traumas are addressed rather than manifesting unhealthily. Alfred finally just had enough of this shit and said they would see a shrink; all because Jason’s brush with death scared decades off him, and B, and they both see the value now in maybe growing up and addressing the traumas. Also, B doesn’t blame Jay, especially not after he finds out about Sheila.

They address Jason’s trust issues, inferiority feelings, how he felt when they isolated him and were going to take Robin away from him. Dick gets to talk about his needs to grow up, spread his wings, be himself, and address his anger issues and maybe they’ll also talk about his relationship with and his feelings about Jason and how Jason IS NOT his replacement. B never develops his god complex, because God Knows That Man Is Merely A Man! It’s fucking annoying too, B feels that.

I think that Dick and Jay work on becoming brothers through Jay’s PT, movie nights, Titans actually properly meet Jay, books, books, more books, and Jay might even get to go to that school dance he wanted to go to. Even if he’s pushed into the dance in a wheelchair. Dick’s Titans, Garth, Roy, Donna, Lilith, and Wally completely support Jason’s role as Robin now. Yes, Jason still is crushing on Donna, but she’s out of his league and she finds it sweet.

In that time, I think Tim finds the Waynes, and I think Tim and Jay bond; tight and fast, Dick’s actually stepping up to be a big brother. Tim becomes Robin, Jason focuses on PT; resentments about that situation are addressed and Jason doesn’t have that festering wound of being replaced.

Tim is now the baby brother, and Dick and Jay adore him. They like teasing Tim, and drawing Tim out of his shell, maybe even doing normal brother shit, like beating up Tim’s bullies, rough housing with him, and even possibly formally telling Jack Drake to fuck off, Tim’s their baby brother. I think with that in mind, B legally goes about adopting Tim, and Tim is shocked at this news. They have a huge family dinner to make the announcement, and Tim cries like a baby in joy (No one will ever say anything about that, because Tim’s family).

Stephanie comes barrelling into the family (Jay’s starting to go back into the field; possibly under a different name, Red Bird, or Bluejay or something). Dick and Jason torture Tim about his crush on Stephanie, and they adore Stephanie. B tolerates her still, and maybe tries hard. Stephanie never becomes Robin, staying Spoiler, and she practically lives at the mansion. She trains with the boys, plays with them, and is never adopted because of Tim’s feelings for her, also B might like her but she’s so not his kid. Babs takes a real liking to Stephanie, and takes Steph under her wing, even presenting Batgirl to Stephanie when she’s older.

Yes, we still find Cass, or better Cass finds them, and she’s adopted by them. Babs is still Oracle. The Batfamily; whilst dysfunctional in different ways, is functioning, and they are recovering. B adores her; obviously and she’s his favorite child; the boys all know this and they adore her. The boys are also painfully aware that Cass can do no wrong in B’s eyes, and could probably get away with murder, they can never get away with anything.

Jason never clashes with Joker; and Joker is a quadriplegic, blind and mute after B is done with him. [I Know There are ways to incapacitate Joker without killing the fucker, so B can stay on his ‘No Kill’ rule and Joker is fucking gone from the depths of nightmares and on a painful trip to Hell]. Joker dwindles into nothing more than a nightmarish memory on Gotham’s psyche.

Jay and Roy become BFFs during his PT and Roy’s recovery, and get into a shit ton of antics still. Jason never makes that first kill, but is still reckless, he even acquires the All-Blades; though no one knows how he accomplished that. Alfred is the one who teaches Jay to shoot, it’s a coping mechanism to make Jay feel some form of control and safety. No, he does not use guns on his patrols, opting to stick to B’s methods and the swords.

Jason becomes a Titan, on a team with Raven, Eddie Bloomberg, Conner Hawk, Kyle Rayner and Koriand’r on his team. Jason torments Dick about this when Kori crashes here and Dick’s tripping over his tongue and feet around her. Tim just finds it hilarious too.

Dick and Babs never work out, but they stay friends, and Dick eventually marries Kori. Babs and Kori are great friends, and have a girls weekend once a month (Babs is Mar’i and Jake’s aunt, Raven’s still their godmother and Wally their godfather).

B and Talia never get back together, instead their fall out is of epic proportions when B finds out about Damian. The Bats take Dami in without questions.

Damian still clashes violently with Tim, Jason beats Damian up though and Dick comforts Damian. Damian still bonds closest to Dick, while Tim and Jay both leave the demon spawn to Dick. Tim will never admit this but he totally slept in Jason’s room for the first year after Damian moved in; after that first night and he was violently woken up by Damian’s attempt to murder him. Jason is Tim’s favorite brother at that point.

They adopt Duke a year after Damian, Dick and Jason actually insist on this; with Cass’ help, and Duke is dragged into the lunacy of the Bats.

Cass and Stephanie are BFFs, and they work closely with Oracle, they are Orphan and Batgirl, and together all of Gotham’s criminals fear purple glitter bombs, and ass-kickings. The girls are the ones who stumble over Harper Row and her brother, Cullen, and they quickly accumulate Harper and Cullen into their little group. B has no idea what to think about this, but everyone knows he’ll never say no to Cass.

Tim becomes a Titan, on a team with Kon, Bart, Cassandra Sandsmark, Zachary Zatara, Tanya Spears.

Kate joins their ranks, but is not permitted her firearms, in fact, she is the biggest clashing force in the Bats with B. But B, and the family are firm on their No Killing policy and their No Fire Arms. In fact, this is almost a fall out for Kate and B until the Bats have to save Kate, and they kind of make it clear that if she’s in she’s all in exactly how they want. If not, she’s no Bat.

Luke joins into the Bats too, though that’s completely accidental as he’s only interested in saving his father at the time. But he kind of falls hard for Babs, and sticks around. He’s also the buffer for Tim when it comes to keeping his secret as Red Robin from Tammy, though Luke vastly disapproves of tihs. But neither of them want Tammy in the Batfamily world; it’s dangerous. Luke and Tim also save Tammy from Bane’s venom, with the aid of Stephanie when that rolls around.

B marries Cat. No heartache or heart break there, they are married, almost a year after what happened to Jason because they realize: Life Is Too Fucking Short.

Jason gets into Princeton, he’s always at the top of his class and involved with athletics and vigilant life. He’s not a lady’s man like Dick was before Kori, but he’s good with the ladies, and has a lot of girls who are his friends. He’s not Mr. Popular but the world has finally stopped comparing him to Dick. Jason’s time in Princeton is huge! The family is extremely proud of Jay and they are vocal in their pride, even being the dorky family cheering at his graduation. Jason did punch Dick for that, and caught Tim in a headlock as Stephanie glitter bombed them both for having a banner there. Cass has the photographic evidence of this. Damian just clicked his tongue in disapproval before Dick glitter bombed him too. Duke was Cass’s perch for the glitter bombing so, he was safe from all glitter bombs. Over all though, it’s good times.

Jason later goes to Harvard to study medicine, which he’s really excelling at. He wants to be an ER doc, to help people shortly after their trauma, knowing the importance of quick actions after extensive damage.

Tim and Tammy get engaged. Tammy is furious when she finds out she engaged a Bat, but she’s mostly upset he didn’t trust her enough to say something.

Cass does become a ballerina, and still takes acting classes from Clayface.

Babs and Luke eloped; a weekend in Atlantic City neither of them really remember.

Tim and Tammy break up though when Tim moves to San Francisco to be with the Titans more.

Duke goes to Princeton after Jay, and meets Claire, they start dating.

Damian becomes a Titan, he’s on a team with Kaldur’ahm, Garfield, Wallace West, Jon Kent (for whom he is falling for almost painfully), Djinn and Emiko Queen.

Helena was born at some point, she’s adored and the center of the family’s eyes, even Damian fell for her. He’s also a sucker for Mar’i and Jake (though he’d soon eat glass than say that).

Jason finds Terry and Matt, by accident after they lost their parents in a wreck and were at the hospital Jay. The DNA testing showed Terry and Matt were B’s kids, so he kind of brings them home. B goes off on Waller for this violation, and the using of his DNA to create the boys.

Babs and Luke adopt Carrie Kelley and Nell Little, bringing them into the Bats when they can’t keep Carrie out of it.

Life continues on though, and they keep going. They are a family. They aren’t perfect, the Bats are far from perfect, they still have epic blow outs, and fights, also huge feuds but they are a family. They banned together after Jay’s near brush with death and didn’t travel down that morbid rabbit hole of self destruction and god complexes of inadequacy.

#bluboothalassophile #hello reader #ask me anything #ask me questions #feel free to ask questions #batfamily jay lives au

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