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So like, can we appreciate the different animated Tv shows interpretations of Dick?
OG animated series: He’s just a funny sweet goofy gaffy guy, ain’t he cute! Aww look at that face! until… oh… oh no… turns out murder was an option.
Teen Titans: Serious leader, will fuck you up, yet kinda dorky at times who keeps getting compared to Slade for some reason yet very much just acts like Bruce and is blind as hell. Also ✨TRAUMA✨:D
2004: You like your bones? :3 Oh you do? Thanks, I needed to know what to take first… *melts into the shadows* hehehehehe >:)
Young Justice: I make it my personal mission to be a menace and a manic with a smile and radiate annoying little brother energy to EVERYONE
I love how absolutely UNHINGED this man is, but it’s fascinating seeing every interpretation leans more into one of his traits more then the others depending on whose writing. But the murder always stays.
Honorable mention:
The animated movies: So I was here too. Okay byeeee~!
Edit: I completely forgot about young justice because I haven’t really watched it yet
That moment when you realize Bruce Wayne’s canon “favorites” aren’t his favorites… their his ideal selfs.
Bruce isn’t a ‘girl dad’ or ‘loves Dick because he’s his eldest’ no. That’s not it. He likes Cassandra because she’s has his exact moral code with little to no differences, she follows it to a tee. He likes Dick because Dick is his perfect version, his ‘success’ the best version of his exact situation. He loves them sure, but he doesn’t favor them because of love. It’s to further his own ego.
This is proved with Jay, to take care of Jay he had to push his own feelings onto Jay. To ‘fix’ him. Jay didn’t need ‘fixing’ or an outlet, he needed compassion, GENUINE compassion. Not self imposed compassion or understanding by grafting his experiences over Jason’s and making it more about himself then Jay.
He needs to keep making others ‘better’, that’s why he keeps Jay around. But shuns him too. Bruce needs to fix Jay, but Jay is imperfect, a stain on his legacy. So he can’t.
If you think about it from this perspective, Gotham War starts to actually sound completely in character. He succeeded, he ‘fixed’ Jay in his mind.
Same with Damian, not exactly, but close. He just couldn’t be the one to ‘fix’ him. Yeah he values Damian because he’s his son, but paying attention to him regularly? Nope. Damian’s been ‘fixed’.
Tim doesn’t need to be fixed, he fixed Bruce so Bruce ignores him. Any attempt at fixing would be met with a wall.
As for Stephanie he couldn’t twist her story to fit his narrative, so he just completely rejects her. 
Cass and Dick are his legacy. They were ‘fixed’. That’s why he values them.
Some food for thought, I personally don’t like this, I like good dad Bruce Wayne that values all his kids equally and tries to reach out to Jay because he genuinely wants to help his son but won’t put Gotham in danger because of himself. He pays attention to Damian, praises Tim, wants the best for Steph even if she isn’t his daughter.
But, when you think of the wider scale of Bruce’s actions in the comics (without thinking of the hand of the author) this pattern is a thing. I REALLY want to be wrong.
PLEASE COMICS LET BRUCE BE A OKAY DAD! NOT EVEN GOOD JUST OKAY IS FINE! JUST LET HIM LOVE HIS KIDS EQUALLY AND WITHOUT ANY STRINGS ATTACHED!
EXTRA EXTRA I POSTED SOME FUNNNNN STUFFFFFFFF~!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, DC Robins (2021-2022), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & John Grayson & Mary Grayson, Dick Grayson & Mary Grayson, Dick Grayson & Anita Jean, Anita Jean & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Dick Grayson’s Parents, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members & Bruce Wayne, John Grayson & Mary Grayson, Jim Gordon & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Anita Jean & Alfred Pennyworth, OC & Batfam Characters: Anita Jean, Jenny Wren, Robin (DCU), Batman, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Mary Grayson, John Grayson, OCs, Jim Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, OC - Character Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, POV Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug, Romani Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Protection Squad, Dick Grayson is Not Robin, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Not Okay, Anita Jean is Robin, Dick Grayson gets an older sister, Anita Jean-centric, Bruce Wayne Tries, Dead John Grayson and Mary Grayson, Long-Suffering Jim Gordon, Soft Jim Gordon, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Relationships, Bruce Wayne is Brucie Wayne, Bruce Wayne is Good With Kids, Bruce Wayne is complicated, Anita Jean is messed up, Anita Jean cares about Dick Grayson, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily-centric (DCU), Nerodvergent Batfam, Batfam and OC, Fluff and Angst, Awkward Conversations, Awkwardness, Angst, Domestic Fluff, Complete, Complicated Relationships, Batfamily is a Mess (DCU), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Mental Health Issues Series: Part 1 of Fairy Wren Summary:
Summary: Batman and Robin go to the circus. Robin doesn’t care for the trip but goes anyway. Tragedy strikes, a young couple is dead, while Robin might gain a new brother.
Robin: *avoiding eye contact*
Steve: *sighs* What is it Rob?
Robin: I-I made you a friendship bracelet…
Steve: Oh, I don’t know if I’m really a jewellery person Robs.
Robin: You don’t have to wear it-
Steve: *snatches it out of Robin’s hand and aggressively puts it on* What? No. I’m gonna wear it forever, back off!!!
Is it just me or is everytime I count Robin's I always end up with a different number?
Here me out! Here is my thought process: there's the (1st) original boy wonder (Dick Grayson) without a doubt, the (tragic) second Jason Todd, a little bit of Stephanie (3rd) but I count her anyway. Tim Drake makes 4 and Damian makes 5.
But then I remembered the little side quest with Duke Thomas (6th), then I start thinking of Teen Titans Go (yes I watched that horid show, don't ask) and in one episode there were 4 other versions of Robin (that I remember seeing, I could be wrong-). One of them definitely had red hair and I know for a fact they weren't Barbara Gordan (7th).
And for the sake of my mental health, I don't count the raven haired other Robins in that episode. Counting the forth on there own, makes 8.
So, correct me if I'm wrong, but to my knowledge there has been eight (8!) Robin's.
I am new to the Batfam as I just recently started getting into the Batman comics, shows and movies, but GODDAMN.
I UNDERSTAND if the Robin mantle might need to be replaced after a few years, but Bruce's going through children like reading the news.
Thank you for coming to my brain dump.
Bruce and Jason fix that I can remember the name of
So the fix is that Bruce got hit with a truth serum that kind of just makes Bruce say the first thing that come to mind. So Jason still convinced that Bruce hates him asks Bruce what he thinks of him. Bruce answers like this: (be warned I do not remember how it went exactly)
Jason: What do you think of me?!
Bruce: Baby
Jason convinced that Bruce that some how found a way around the serum: What about Dick?!?!
Bruce: Acrobat Baby
Jason: Tim
Bruce: Tech Baby ( or smart baby)
Jason: Steph
Bruce: Purple Baby
Jason ,getting annoyed: How about Duke
Bruce: Light Baby
Jason: Damian!
Bruce: Staby baby
Jason: Cass?
Bruce: Ballerina baby
And I find it funny and love that in Bruce’s mind they are all baby just baby (thought I do think that Jason is “Book baby” not just baby). It is adorable and I there are other fluff fic like this I want them please. Thank you and have a lovely rest of your night/morning/evening.
We NEED to talk about the stuff Alfred has done.
I love Alfred ok he is the only one in the Batfam with a brain cell but really people gloss over what he did that efected Bruce and Jason's relationship. Is it all his falt? HELL NO there is so much in there that needed to be unpacked but I want ONE fanfic where Jason finds out some of the thing he is angry at Bruce about is not his falt. Like the "Good Soldier" plaque that ALFRED put up. Granted it was for a sweet moment in the comics that was between them but still "Good Soldier" really?
And about Bruce moving on to fast from Jason's death. Yes, Tim was trying to help. Yes Alfred was also trying to help but Tim is a 11 year old child that ran after Batman starting at 8 years old and had barily any idea of what a normal childhood should look like. Alfred is the adult in this situation. Dick is also to blame for why Tim was robin. Like Bruce was STILL RECOVERING from his SON'S DEATH and they give ANOTHER child the idea that "Yes you can be robin the exact thing his son died with" to a stubern CHILD that is Batman did not train would go out and get himself killed in the same suit as his child.
I see people tend to also not agnolge Jason trama from his parents yes some talk about Wilis abuse of Jason but what about Cathrean. The comic book writers make Jason drink and be intoxicated but I feel like Jason would sparingly drink or not drink at all becuase he saw first hand how it drugs effects adults. In versions of Jason mothers death she died of overdose on drug's and Jason finds her dead at 10(?). Drugs and aocahol tramatised his in more ways then one and people should agnolige that.
I hc that Bruce randomly drops lore about his life before he became Batman.
The Justice League, The Titians, young Justice and all other superhero groups are at the watch tower no one knows that Batfamily even execets even Wally only knows Dick is Nightwing and Bruce is Batman ONLY. But Bruce is under the assumtion that they know his identaity becuase it has been over a century they have to know right?
Training in separate groups and there is a break with everyone on couches talking
Batman starts speaking and everyone stops what they are doing: This remindes me of Nick.
Superman: Who is Nick, Batman
Oh I never did mention him did I? By Nick I mean Saint Nikolus or Santa
EVreyone: SANTA?!?!?!
Yes? How else was I supposed to learn how to sneak around Superman?
Wait! I thoungh you said that you trained under *List of assassion supervillians that get worse with every name*?!?!?
WHAT?
I did but Saint Nickolus was the best at stealth
The people of the younger side (-Tim): I thought Santa was make beleive?
Batman confused:N-
Red Hood & all the other batkids (-Tim): SANTA IS REAL??! WHY DID YOU NOT TELL US DAD?!?!
Everyone:DAD?!?!
Wally: I DID NOT KNOW YOU HAD A CRIME LORD AND HERO SIBLINGS?!?!
Nightwing: Did you think they did nothing when we went out ?
Wally: YES
Everyone: You knew!
Wally: I knew that Batman was Nightwings dad nothing more.
Barry: You did not think to let me know?!?!
Wally: Oh sure and get killed by Batman!
Superboy 1: Why are you not surprised by any of this Red Robin?
Red Robin: I killed Santa
What!
Red Robin: BUT he is ok now!
( I'm pretty sure he doesn't get revived but for this he's revived)
I would finnish but it is Mid-night and I want to go to bed
Tim stalked Batman and Robin he saw how good good they seemed to be together and it made him realize they he will never have a relationship with his parents because they are never really around.
I finally found it!
All Video's belong to @blueplanettrash on Tumblr and Youtube
Warnings:
Death
Flashing lights
Backround Information:
Thomas and Martha Wayne were murdered June 29th; their son Bruce, 8 years old at the time was never seen again. This was only the beginning of the strange disappearances of orphaned children in Gotham city.
More info (I suggest reading it):
The Video:
Part 2:
Part 3:
Come Little Children Version B: (this one is darker)
Bonus Fun video:
Ok that is Adorable and FINALY a reason that Dick mom called him Robin
I wonder how the batkids would react to the reasoning behind the nickname?
Hello tumblr here’s a comic panel redraw for u bc I love theym <3
Original:
Dc Batfam Fanfic
No account Needed to read
WARNINGS:
Mention of rape
Mention of rape of a minor
Refrences to drugs
Refrences to Suicide ( attemted (Dick) and Jason's mom killing herself via Suicide)
non consental touching
Blood
Death
Killing
Mental Issues
Here it is:
I’ll Be The Villain So They Can Be Heroes
nighttmr
Summary:
The Bats were dead and Dick was the only one left alive. He had nothing left for him so why shouldn’t he join them? Waking up back in time was not the plan but Dick wasn’t complaining. He finally has his family back and he will not lose them again. Robin has always been able to do what Batman couldn’t. It was okay that Bruce won’t kill. Dick wouldn’t ask him to compromise his morals. But he had no such restrictions. He doesn’t mind killing, getting his hands dirty, and being a monster if it means his family is alive. . Or a Dark Dick Grayson who is just a tad overprotective of his family. Just a tad.
edit for confusion!: he’s not taller than Alfred he’s standing on a rock
ironically Jason Todd also happens to be the Robin who looks the most like Bruce
It’s kind of a constant topic of discussion that the Robins look similar, but what I think is really interesting is the effort the artists put into there designs so that they look similar alone, but totally distinguishable when they’re next to each other. (this doesn’t include steph obviously or damian because he was made to look like Bruce and talia)
Dick, for instance, clearly has the straightest hair as well as lighter eyes than Jason, but darker eyes than Tim (that sounds a bit fickle but trust, you’ll understand when you see the two of them). His nose is also very clearly straighter and narrower than the other two.
Jason, on the other hand easily has the curliest hair out of the three and his eyes are the darkest blue. His nose is also the widest of the three.
Finally Tim who has the waviest (i’m not totally sure how to describe his hair) out of the three. His eyes are also very clearly the lightest and he has a much smaller button nose (this is probably due to his age but it’s still a nice distinction)
I think it’s super interesting how they chose to do this because it allows each Robin to feel like a separate character, but the second they put on the costume they all become the same Robin everyone knows and loves. Idk i just think it’s neat
It’s kind of a constant topic of discussion that the Robins look similar, but what I think is really interesting is the effort the artists put into there designs so that they look similar alone, but totally distinguishable when they’re next to each other. (this doesn’t include steph obviously or damian because he was made to look like Bruce and talia)
Dick, for instance, clearly has the straightest hair as well as lighter eyes than Jason, but darker eyes than Tim (that sounds a bit fickle but trust, you’ll understand when you see the two of them). His nose is also very clearly straighter and narrower than the other two.
Jason, on the other hand easily has the curliest hair out of the three and his eyes are the darkest blue. His nose is also the widest of the three.
Finally Tim who has the waviest (i’m not totally sure how to describe his hair) out of the three. His eyes are also very clearly the lightest and he has a much smaller button nose (this is probably due to his age but it’s still a nice distinction)
I think it’s super interesting how they chose to do this because it allows each Robin to feel like a separate character, but the second they put on the costume they all become the same Robin everyone knows and loves. Idk i just think it’s neat
honestly it’s not even weird that he died twice at this point, what would be weird if he hadn’t died at least once
this is what I'm getting from the DC fandom right now
When referring to Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian:
Batboys doesn’t work cause that includes Duke
Robins doesn’t work cause that includes Steph
So I propose a new and improved name:
~The Assholes~
It’s straightforward, it’s classy, it rolls off the tongue, it’s in character for all of them
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk
I know he’s just lying to protect his secret identity but I’m sobbing over the idea of Jack Drake being the Tony Hawk of philanthropists in Gotham
The way Tim and Steph actually share one singular braincell. . . when they are in each others presence neither of them are ever capable of using full brain capacity for more than 30 seconds
Batfamily as actual things my family has said: Part 2
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Stephanie: Cass isn’t just my best friend, shes my baddie from another daddy
Jason: . . .
Stephanie: Oh dear god why did I say that
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Duke: What’s wrong with Tim?
Damian: The idiot took NyQuil instead of DayQuil by accident but refuses to sleep because he’s got work in an hour
Damian: He’d probably be fine if he hadn’t taken twice the recommended amount too
Damian: He’s gonna pass out any minute, wanna watch with me?
Duke: Hell yeah
Duke: Tim! How’s it going dude?!
Tim: I CAN SMELL THE RAINBOW
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Dick: I’m really not that sunburned
Barbara: lobsters aspire to achieve that color Dick
Dick: At least my skin actually has color
Barbara: It’s not my fault I’m translucent!
They all yell at everyone else constantly about respecting their personal boundaries and shit but then they all turn around and track each other’s every move, like “i just wanna make sure you’re safe :(“
Love the idea of the batfam all being equally unhinged like Tim calls dick every two days with “why’d you take the cameras I use to stalk you down :(“ Dick is always placing trackers on everyone, Bruce just fucking shows up and watches his kids go about their daily lives, Jason’s got eyes all over the city to ping him if someone matching his families description pops up, Barbra is always listening and watching like love that shit
Post- Robin face reveal but pre-Robin identity reveal, Kon sees Tim among the hostages of an armed bank robbery he just thwarted in Metropolis. He flies over to him fully intending on making fun of him for getting caught up in it.
“Hey, Rob…” realizes a second too late that Robin isn’t alone and he’s about to blow his secret identity in front of… Bruce freaking Wayne?? “…ing. Robbing. You. Yeah, um. Im robbing you.”
Tim blinks incredulous, “What?”
“Yeah, I’m robbing you right now,” Kon says, committing to this decision. “Gimme your wallet or I’ll… I’ll beat you up with my tactile-telekinesis. You too, Mr Wayne.”
New chapter is up!!!
Summary:
Damian’s origins and why he got a little murderous after learning of the new member of his family.
‼️Peter Parker In Gotham Fic Idea‼️
A Peter Parker In Gotham fic but not the Tom Holland-Peter but the 20 year old Peter Parker who has both collage, work and patrol. Who shamelessly flirts with both Nightwing and Red Hood as Spider-Man but literally dies when meeting them out of costume.
The guy is used to Deadpool and is not impressed or shocked at anything the Bats do. You d!ed? Okay and? You k!lled somebody with a ballon? Sound believable. You stalked me? Okay, what do you want me to do about it?
He is tired and done with everyone’s sh!t, he will befriend your villains and your neighbours. He will stop a fight by treating to call your and your enemies parents. Does he have their numbers, yes.
Batman and the Joker fighting:
Spider-Man, a hand on his hip: Mr, do you want me to call your butler?
Batman: You don’t have his number.
Spider-Man, phone in hand: Are you sure?
Alfred: Mr Batman, get home it’s dinner
Joker: Wtf
‼️BATFAM FANFIC IDEA‼️
Bruce gets split into his core personalities. I think there was a Teen Titans GO episode where this happened with Raven.
An 8 year old, sad and lonely Bruce who cries uncontrollably unless someone holds his hand
A 17 year old Bruce Wayne who dances on tables and flirts with literally the whole Justice League (who are very uncomfortable with a 17 year old version of their friend flirting with adults)
A tired dad Bruce who lectures people, drinks wine and takes care of 8 year old Bruce
The Justice League and Batfam have to figure out how to keep them calm and alive until they can put them together again
jason es un hermano amoroso pero raro
So I get the idea in my head that Jason is a very loving brother, but in his own way. They never showed him any real affection, but sometimes his mother did, but in a weird, silly way. Jason usually arrives at the mansion pushing everyone with his broad shoulders and weird smile. But then when he's feeling genuinely sentimental, he comes and steals his brothers' food. It doesn't matter that he doesn't even like Damian's vegan food. He just takes a bite and moves on. But then he sits down, looks his brothers in the eyes, and with a thick, intimidating voice, says, "Tim, I love you, but... I'd trade you for a pizza." He always does that. He mentions anything edible, and that's it. His brothers are offended and touched by it, so they usually give him chocolates as a token of affection or cook something he really likes so that when Jason steals their food, he'll enjoy it.
Básicamente escribo esto porque es lo que yo hago con mis hermanos.
Porciento vi un post de que Jason es fan de las donitas Bimbo pero la verdad yo soy fiel creyente de que el es el fan número 1 de los buñuelos Bimbo. No puedo dejar de imaginar cómo alfred lo regala porque deja boronas en la baticomputadora
bebe jay
Well then I discovered that it is no good trying to use Ibis Paint for the first time at 2 am on my broken tablet
So I have this idea that at first Batman took Jason to the league meetings because he's definitely better behaved than Dick.Jason usually sits in a corner and watches or just plays. But today he was trying to finish his volcano project Barry and Hal were still playing next to each other they didn't bother to move because they thought Robin would dodge anything but Today Robin was too focused on his homework. Then Robin gets hit so hard and at first they think it's nothing, they saw the boy get thrown out of a window,They think it's nothing to him. But then Robin starts running around crying, yelling "DAD" and just jumping on Batman while crying even louder. Batman is the father of that gentle child?
Estoy trabajando de mejorar mi inglés con esto , espero funcione
Batfamily X Batmom!Reader
⁺‧₊˚My Sons Boyfriend⁺‧₊˚
Continuing my tim appreciation, Have a silly overprotective parents to one of their youngest kid
masterlist
Jason tattles that his younger brother has a boy over.
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ The TV played some noir film neither of you were paying attention to black and white shadows flickering across the screen, the occasional husky voice of a detective muttering something about dames and danger. It was background noise. Everything was background noise right now.
Your back arched against the couch as Bruce’s lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, his stubble scraping deliciously along your skin. You let out a soft, breathy laugh, tangled up in him, your knees bracketing his hips while his large hands gripped your thighs beneath the hem of your oversized shirt.
His tongue slid against yours again, deep and slow, and the kiss had long since lost any sense of restraint. You tugged at his shirt, fingers skimming up beneath it, palms exploring every inch of familiar skin. Bruce growled low in his throat, the sound rumbling against your lips as he leaned further into you, pressing you back until your spine met the couch cushions with a soft thump.
There were no patrols, no emergency calls, no villains trying to blow up the city and a damn good excuse to indulge in weeks of pent up affection with no one around to ruin it.
“What the fuck?!”
A voice cracked through the air like a gunshot, and both of you froze mid kiss, mouths still a breath apart, panting and flushed. Well no one around to ruin might not work if you have a Jason Todd for a child (even though hes an adult it still applies).
You didn’t even turn around.
“It’s a lazy day,” you said flatly, lips still swollen, one hand still fisted in Bruce’s shirt. “Go away.”
Jason’s voice rose another octave, and you could hear the trauma in it. “Are you two seriously making out like that on the living room couch? In the middle of the day?! seriously making out like teenagers right now?! I’ve seen less tongue in French films!”
You rolled your eyes and finally sat up, sliding off Bruce’s lap with a groan and adjusting your shirt though it didn’t help much. Bruce just rubbed at his face with one hand, exhaling through his nose like a man trying not to start swearing. Jason stormed around the couch, eyes narrowed, nose wrinkled. “You were all over each other! That was full on pre bedroom behavior!”
“Which we would’ve moved to,” you muttered, “we only do stuff out here when you guys for sure aren’t.”
“TMI LADY!! I live here!”
“So do we.”
“I grew up here! Do you know how many times I’ve had to walk in on emotionally scarring things? And now I have to add this to the list?”
You gave him a pointed look and gestured vaguely to Bruce, who was still slouched and half hard under the sweatpants. “You’re twenty something and you’ve walked in on worse. Remember the time you accidentally opened the panic room during our anniversary trip?”
Jason gagged. “Why would you bring that up?! I had finally repressed it!”
You shrugged, completely unfazed. “That’s why I didn’t jump out of my skin when you yelled. You’re one of the oldest. You’re basically numb to it by now.”
“That’s not how trauma works!”
“You’ll live.”
Bruce finally stood, setting a firm hand on your lower back as he stepped forward. “Did you interrupt just to complain, or is there a point?”
“Oh, there’s a point,” Jason said, smirking now, even as he pointedly avoided making eye contact with either of you. “Tim’s upstairs. With Conner. Door closed. Voices low. Lots of awkward pauses and ‘I dunno, what do you wanna do?’s. Figured someone with authority should stop it before I need a bleach rinse for my brain again.”
You and Bruce exchanged a glance. You raised a brow. “You think they’re…?”
“I’m just saying, I’m not doing the awkward sex talk with either of them. That’s your job.”
Bruce sighed through his nose again, rubbing his temples. “We should’ve eloped in Fiji.”
Jason clapped him on the shoulder as he passed. “You should’ve invested in a deadbolt and soundproof walls. You’ve got like fifty rooms. Go be gross in literally any other one.”
Bruce groaned, sitting up with the pained weariness of a man who just wanted five uninterrupted minutes with his partner. “I don’t know what’s worse,” he muttered. “You barging in, or the fact that you’re tattling like a six year old.”
Jason raised an eyebrow. “You can ground me later. But someone needs to knock before that kid goes full hormonal teenager with Superman’s clone.”
You rubbed your temples and slid off Bruce’s lap. “Can’t we just go one day without something weird happening in this house?”
“Nope,” Jason chirped.
Bruce stood, adjusting his shirt and shooting Jason a tired glare. “You’re not getting a thank you for this.”
Jason grinned. “I’ll settle for watching the fallout.”
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
The carpet was soft beneath your knees as you crouched near the top of the staircase, one hand gripping the railing and the other latched around your husband’s wrist. Bruce was not thrilled. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, towering behind you in full grumpy dad form.
You shushed him. “Shh. This is important. Our son is dating.”
Bruce arched an eyebrow. “He’s not a child anymore.”
You gasped loudly and dramatically, a feeling attune like he’d just slapped you with a divorce paper. “How dare you say that to a mother’s face.”
“I feel like as a mother you should be letting him have space” he whispered dryly.
“It’s anything and everything for my baby,” you whispered back, “heartbroken.”
Bruce sighed, letting you pull him forward like some six foot tall human leash. He followed behind you, slouched and sulking like a teenager being dragged into a parent teacher conference. But he didn’t resist. Not really. At the end of the hallway, just far enough not to be heard but perfectly in view, Tim was standing awkwardly with his shoulder slightly bumping against the wall, halfway through some rambling sentence that didn’t seem to have an end. Across from him leaned Conner Kent Superboy himself smiling with the easy, confident charm of someone who knew exactly how good he looked.
You gasped again, softer this time. “He’s so nervous. Look at him. Our baby…”
“Don’t start crying,” Bruce warned.
“He’s got no game, Bruce.”
Bruce squinted. “…This is objectively better than his brothers.”
You nearly cackled. “Low bar, sweetheart.”
Tim fumbled again, scratching the back of his neck while trying to not look directly at Conner. Conner leaned in just slightly, arms crossed as he nodded along, totally relaxed. He said something with a grin, and Tim laughed clearly too loud, then looked down at the floor in horror.
You sniffled, eyes shimmering. “Look at our baby flirting…”
“He’s not a baby,” Bruce said, though his voice was quieter now. “He’s nearly eighteen.” And yet, he leaned a little more over your shoulder.
You smirked. “You’re watching.”
“I’m observing.”
“You’re parenting.”
Bruce sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, crossing his arms as he stared harder at the two teens.
“What’s Kent’s clone doing here alone with him anyways?” he muttered, eyes narrowing.
“Ohhh,” you grinned, “now you care.”
“Of course I care,” Bruce snapped, more defensive than he meant to be. “That’s my kid.”
You nudged him with your elbow, whispering proudly, “Our kid.”
He didn’t respond to that but the corner of his mouth twitched. Down the hall, Conner leaned in and brushed something off Tim’s shirt something that wasn’t there. Tim went red, practically short circuiting.
Bruce straightened immediately. “Okay. That’s enough recon.”
“Oh, now it’s enough?”
“I’m getting my Batarangs.”
You caught his wrist before he could march off. “No. No Batarangs. No Bat glare. You said he’s not a baby, remember?”
“He wasn’t getting flirted with then.”
You snorted, still holding his arm. “I think your overprotective thing is hot.”
He paused. “That a fact?”
You smirked, glancing back toward your bedroom door. “Yes. Now let’s go back to our room lights off, no clothes, door locked this time and let the kids be kids.”
Bruce gave Tim and Conner one last skeptical look, then sighed. “If they start kissing, I’m interrupting.”
“No you won’t,” you said, dragging him back down the hall by the wrist again. “Because I’ll be too busy making out with you to let you get up.”
Despite that, the minute you headed to the room. Conner and Tim were happily walking towards the kitchen. making you drag your husband again to watch your boy. The kitchen was dimly lit, the only real noise coming from the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rustle of snack bags. You and Bruce had found your new favorite spot behind the kitchen island, crouching low and trying your best not to make a sound, despite the undeniable excitement of spying on your son.
You had your phone held up, recording through the cabinet doors like a proud wildlife documentarian. Tim and Conner were in the next room, chattering nervously while they raided the pantry for snacks.
Bruce was less than impressed with the situation. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, glaring at you as if you were the one causing trouble.
You smirked, eyes never leaving the scene unfolding in the next room. “I practically raised him. I have the right to witness his first love.”
He grunted, his voice tinged with mild exasperation. “You’re literally crouched next to the coffee machine whispering commentary like it’s National Geographic.”
You held your phone at a slightly different angle, zooming in on Tim as he fumbled with a bag of chips. “And you’re crouched next to me, so what does that make you?”
Bruce looked at you, deadpan. “An unwilling accomplice.”
You shot him a look, trying not to giggle as you saw Tim’s hand hover uncertainly over a box of cookies while Conner casually leaned against the counter, looking way too smooth for someone who was probably still a teenager.
“Conner’s definitely a pro at this,” you whispered, shaking your head in amused disbelief. “Look at him, just leaning there. Like it’s nothing what if he just wants to play woth out boys feelings.”
Bruce sighed dramatically but didn’t move. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
“This is serious, Bruce. It’s parental responsibility.”
Bruce looked at you, his eyes softening. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Yeah, well, you love me.” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’ve got a lot of regrets today,” he muttered, but his hand brushed against yours in the dim light, soft and reassuring. Just as you were about to comment on Tim’s awkward attempt at getting a cookie into his mouth without looking too desperate, the kitchen door swung open with a familiar creak.
“Are you spying on Tim?” Dick’s voice rang through the space, sharp and amused.
Both you and Bruce froze, immediately making eye contact in a way that could only be described as a guilty deer caught in headlights moment.
Bruce was the first to recover. He straightened up quickly, stepping away from the island and crossing his arms like he was trying to physically distance himself from the ridiculousness of it all. “No,” he said instantly, as if the word would somehow erase the whole scene.
You, on the other hand, didn’t try to hide it. You looked up at Dick with wide, unapologetic eyes. “Yes,” you said, shrugging as though this was completely normal behavior for a concerned parent.
Dick raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe with a smug grin. “You guys are so lame.”
You grinned back, unbothered by his teasing. “You think we’re lame, but when you’re a parent, you’ll understand.”
Bruce, clearly not keen on the whole ordeal, shot a look at Tim and Conner through the kitchen entryway. “I’m just making sure he’s not making any… stupid decisions.”
“Right.” Dick’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “Because you’re both really qualified for that.”
You shot him a sideways glance. “Hey, we did the best we could. And this is where you come in. Don’t think I didn’t see you sneak a peek when you thought we weren’t looking.”
Dick’s eyes widened for a second before he cracked a grin. “You two are hopeless.” He turned his attention back to the other room. “What are they even doing, anyway?”
You and Bruce both turned to look through the cabinets again, slightly distracted now that Dick was standing right there. Tim was holding a cookie out to Conner, his fingers trembling slightly, and Conner took it with a grin that could melt even the iciest heart.
“He’s handing Conner a cookie,” you said, your voice dripping with awe and mild concern. “A cookie. They’re not even talking about something deep or meaningful, like… I don’t know, saving Gotham or discussing conspiracy theories. It’s literally just this.”
Dick raised an eyebrow again, his grin widening. “You’re really invested in this?”
Bruce was rubbing the back of his neck, clearly torn between indulging your parental instincts and the embarrassment of being caught in such an absurd situation. “Yeah, we’re not stalking them. Just… observing.”
Dick snorted. “Sure, sure. Watching them like they’re some rare, endangered species.”
You looked at him deadpan. “They are.”
Bruce cleared his throat. “Look, we’ll stop when they stop… getting… weird.”
Dick gave the two of you an incredulous look. “You two are so ridiculous. Seriously.”
And with that, Dick pushed past you both to head upstairs, but not before he paused to make one last comment.
“If I ever catch you two creeping on me like this, I’ll start a family group chat called ‘Creepy Parents.’”
You and Bruce exchanged an amused glance. “We’ll take that risk,” you said,
Dick groaned, clearly not interested in sticking around for the ridiculousness, and disappeared upstairs.
You looked back at Bruce, who was still watching Tim and Conner, now in full parental protective mode. His brows were furrowed, a slight frown tugging at his lips.
“I guess we’re just going to wait this out?” you asked softly, leaning against the island.
Bruce nodded, but his tone was softer now, full of that deep, unspoken love only a parent could understand. “Yeah. But we need to be the ones to have that talk when they’re ready.”
You smiled, leaning into him, the whole world feeling a little less chaotic, even if the kids’ drama would never stop.
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Tim and Conner were sitting at the kitchen table now, their snack raid completed, with Conner casually leaning back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the seat across from him. Tim, on the other hand, was picking at his cookie, his eyes occasionally flicking nervously around the room.
Conner noticed Tim’s unease and raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong, Drake?”
Tim cleared his throat, his gaze shifting quickly toward the hallway, and then back to Conner, hoping his casual demeanor would mask the slight panic he felt. “Uh, no, everything’s fine.”
Conner smirked knowingly, crossing his arms over his chest. “You sure about that? ‘Cause I can’t help but notice your… parents have been acting a little weird.”
Tim froze. His heart rate quickened as the words hit him. He blinked at Conner, unsure if he’d heard him right. “What?”
“You know, they’ve been hanging around for a while,” Conner said, a slight laugh escaping his lips. “I can’t believe they’re still hiding behind the kitchen island.”
Tim’s face went white, of course he noticed it. his eyes darted toward the kitchen counter, his heart sinking into his stomach. His parents… They had been watching this whole time. He quickly looked away, pretending he hadn’t heard anything, his eyes shifting uncomfortably as if he could pretend that the observation had never been made. “You’re imagining things.”
Conner raised an eyebrow. “Right,” he said, unconvinced. “Maybe I am.”
But before Tim could settle into any sense of relief, he couldn’t help himself. His eyes glanced toward the cabinets, toward the hidden space behind the island where his parents had been crouched like secret agents, but the moment he saw something shift in the shadows, he quickly turned his head away. A blush spread across his cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and frustration bubbling up inside him.
He heard a muffled whisper coming from the kitchen, the faintest sound of your voice saying, “Do you think they noticed?”
His heart skipped. He knew they were there. He immediately looked back at Conner, who was now wearing an almost triumphant smirk, clearly enjoying this entire awkward exchange.
Tim’s face reddened even further. “Ugh, I hate you.”
Conner’s grin widened, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, arms still crossed, looking like he was thoroughly enjoying the chaos Tim was going through. “your family is so weird”
Tim just buried his face in his hands for a second, trying to collect himself. It didn’t help that he could hear the whispering getting louder, still faint, but unmistakable. “No way. I think they didn’t notice. Maybe we can sneak away after they leave…”
“We?” Tim thought he heard Bruce’s voice this time. It made him stiffen.
His face was now a bright red, and he buried his face further into his arms, hoping it might all just go away. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, his pulse racing. This was so embarrassing. Why couldn’t they have just left him alone? Why did his parents have to be so… so overly protective?
As his embarrassment grew, Tim stole another quick glance at the kitchen, only to see a shadow dart behind the cabinets. His stomach flipped, and he quickly turned away, biting his lip to keep from saying something he’d regret.
Conner’s eyes were sharp. “Yeah… they totally noticed,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “You’re lucky I’m cool with this. You’re lucky I didn’t go tell them they’ve been caught. That would’ve been funny.”
“Conner, shut up!” Tim hissed, but the laughter that followed didn’t make it any better.
Somewhere from behind the cabinets, you whispered again, louder this time, “Maybe they’ll pretend they didn’t see us.”
Bruce’s voice was closer to a growl. “We’re being subtle, right?”
Tim’s body stiffened again, but this time he was ready. He shot up from his chair and took a deep breath. There was no going back now. “I’m going upstairs. You’re all insane.”
Conner chuckled, watching him go, clearly having the time of his life while Tim fumbled his way toward the hallway.
As Tim rushed out of the room, trying to hide the heat in his cheeks, you and Bruce exchanged a glance from your hiding spot, then reluctantly peeked around the corner to make sure your son had left the kitchen.
“We should’ve just went in our room,” you muttered, sounding almost defeated.
Bruce nodded, glancing up at you. “This is why I wanted to go back to the room.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And you couldn’t let that go?”
Bruce sighed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe we’ve been caught so many times.”
“But it’s worth it, right?” You flashed a teasing grin at him, clearly finding amusement in the awkwardness.
Bruce didn’t respond immediately, but he didn’t move either. He just kept watching the empty kitchen, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Finally, he said, “I’d still rather be making out with you right now.”
You grinned. “One thing at a time, Bruce. One thing at a time.”
Bruce didn’t waste a second. The moment the last of Tim’s and conner’s footsteps faded up the stairs, he was on his feet, his usual quiet intensity shifting into something more playful albeit with a touch of authority.
Without a word, he moved toward you, his hand reaching for your wrist. Before you could even fully register his intent, he pulled you into his chest, his other hand gently cupping your chin as he tilted your face up to meet his. His lips were almost on yours, just inches apart, but he hesitated for a fraction of a second, as if savoring the moment.
“As much fun as that was,” he said in a low, husky tone, his voice thick with amusement, “it’s time for mommy and daddy time.”
Your heart skipped. You had to admit, despite the awkwardness of everything that just happened, the sudden shift in Bruce’s demeanor made your pulse spike. The playful tension in the air was thick enough to cut through. You could see the flicker of mischief in his eyes.
“Bruce…” you whispered, half trying to resist, half already giving in.
“Our boy will be fine” His voice was low, but there was a firm edge to it, a reminder that your playful surveillance time had come to an end. “You and me. Upstairs. Now.”
Before you could protest or offer some sarcastic response, he was already guiding you away from the kitchen island, his hand firm around your wrist. The way his grip tightened made it clear he wasn’t going to take no for an answer not that you really wanted to resist.
“Bruce, we can’t just…” you started to say, but you were quickly cut off as he kissed you, his lips catching yours in a brief, but intense press that stole your breath away.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, “No more distractions. No more spying. Just us.”
You were about to make a snarky comment, but all the words caught in your throat when he pulled you against him again, his arms wrapping around your waist. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his strong frame seemed to draw you in closer.
“I’m not letting you get away that easily,” he said with a grin, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt, the playful glint in his eyes unmistakable.
Your breath caught as you felt his touch, suddenly aware of how much you’d been craving this intimate moment. The tension that had been building throughout the entire day between your kids, the spying, the ridiculousness was finally going to melt away, leaving just the two of you.
With a final, teasing smile, Bruce began leading you upstairs, his hand never leaving yours. The world outside your bedroom had faded into the background there was only him and you, and the quiet promise of some much needed time alone.
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Tim was lying face down on his bed, groaning into the sheets. If he could dig a hole and disappear into it, he would. He’d half expected his parents to hover maybe ask a few awkward questions. But full on mission mode surveillance? That was next level.
The door creaked open, and Tim didn’t even need to look to know who it was.
“I knew they were weird,” Conner’s voice came, all smug and sing songy. “But hiding behind the cabinets? thats weird.”
Tim rolled over with a groan, face still half buried in a pillow. “Can we not talk about it?”
Conner stepped in like he owned the place, casually flopping onto Tim’s bed with zero regard for personal space. “Dude, your mom was crouched like it was recon. I think she even whispered something about your ‘game.’ I’m emotionally scarred.”
Conner, of course, wasn’t far behind. He opened the door without knocking and stepped into the room, his usual easygoing grin plastered across his face. But there was something different in his eyes something softer. Maybe he was trying to ease the tension Tim was still feeling.
“You good?” Conner asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Tim turned his head just slightly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… I dunno, everything’s just kinda weird today.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Conner chuckled, but it wasn’t a mocking laugh. It was more of an understanding one. “Your parents… they’re something else.”
Tim groaned and rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with his arm. “Don’t remind me. I didn’t think they’d go full surveillance mode.”
Conner moved further into the room, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Well, they’re just looking out for you, you know? They’re probably a little overprotective, but… I mean, I guess I’d do the same thing if I were them.”
Tim half smiled at that, finally sitting up. “Yeah, but it’s a little much. I’m almost eighteen, not, like, seven.”
Conner gave him a side glance, his smile still there. “Right. You’re allowed to… y’know, have a life outside of your parents’ radar.”
“Thanks for the reminder,” Tim muttered, but it wasn’t with annoyance more like he appreciated Conner’s effort to lighten the mood. Tim glanced at Conner, his mind wandering as it often did when he was around him. Something about the way Conner carried himself, the way he was always so relaxed, so at ease it was easy to get lost in.
Conner seemed to sense it, his voice dropping a little lower. “So, uh… are you sure it’s just your parents that’s got you flustered? Or is it… something else?”
Tim blinked at him, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
Conner leaned back against the headboard, looking over at him with a teasing smile. “I don’t know, just seems like you’ve got a lot going on in your head. And I mean, I did see how red your face was back there, so”
Tim immediately turned even more red. “Conner, I swear to God”
“Okay, okay, fine,” Conner laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I won’t make it worse. But, uh… you do know you can talk to me, right?”
Tim let out a soft exhale, unsure of how to respond. He didn’t even realize how much he’d needed to hear that until now. “Yeah. I guess I just… didn’t want to make it weird.”
“Making it weird is kind of my thing,” Conner joked, but there was something reassuring about the way he said it like he wasn’t trying to force the conversation, but also wasn’t afraid to be open with him. Tim’s heart skipped a little at the casual warmth in Conner’s voice. He wasn’t sure if it was the way Conner was looking at him now, or just the comfort of knowing someone actually cared, but he found himself letting out a nervous laugh. “I’m definitely not the best at this… flirting thing. I’m just… I don’t know, overthinking it all.”
Conner’s eyes softened, and before Tim could protest, Conner slid closer on the bed. He nudged Tim’s shoulder lightly, his voice quieter now. “You don’t have to be perfect at it. I think you’re doing just fine.”
Tim froze, his pulse racing at the sudden closeness. “Wait, really?”
Conner smirked, but there was something genuine in his smile now. “Really. You’ve just gotta stop trying to be all… cool about it. Just be yourself. If someone can’t see how amazing you are, that’s their loss.”
Tim swallowed, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. “You’re… you’re the worst, you know that?”
But Conner just laughed, the sound light and effortless. “I know. But you like me anyway.”
Tim bit his lip, trying not to smile too much, but there was no denying the way his heart was beating faster now. Conner had always been the one to tease him, to make him laugh when things were tough. But this this felt different. The way they were sitting there, so close, the unspoken understanding between them it was the kind of connection Tim hadn’t realized he was craving.
“Alright, alright,” Conner said, standing up and giving Tim a teasing grin, “I’ll leave you to think about that. But you know I’m here, if you wanna… talk or whatever.”
Tim nodded, his throat a little tight, but he didn’t know what to say. Conner’s easygoing presence had a way of putting him at ease, and for the first time in a while, Tim felt like he was starting to understand what it meant to really be seen by someone.
“Thanks, Conner,” Tim muttered, his voice soft.
Conner winked as he walked toward the door. “Anytime, small bird. Anytime.”
As the door clicked shut behind him, Tim sank back against the bed, his heart still racing, but now for a different reason.
Conner: So…
Tim: Please don’t.
Conner: Your parents have been following us for like… an hour. I swear I saw your mom dive behind a trash bin.
Tim: If I ignore it, maybe it’ll go away.
Reader, whispering from the kitchen: They didn’t see us.
Bruce, deadpan: They definitely saw us.
Me and gang
Just a silly little Batman and Robin doodle from a while ago.