Stephanie Brown - Blog Posts

Someone PLEASE explain to me where “Stephanie eats waffles” comes from. Literally in any of the comics I’ve read, she’s NEVER had waffles, if anything, she likes pancakes. Like Cass making pancakes and in Bruce’s “hallucination” (idk what to call it), her and Tim MAKE pancakes. Someone explain, PLEASE.

If none of you understood what I meant by my last post, here’s the introductions in the umbrella academy. There’s no video of the first introduction scene on youtube so I had to put the sparrow academy, and a comparison video instead. Sorry

Since it’s confirmed that james gunn’s first robin that he wants in his universe is damian wayne, that means all the batkids might already exists.

So on that topic I want them to be all introduced Umbrella Academy style

Reality can be so tragic 😔

When Tim is seven, they have a parent career day at his school. The point of the project is to showcase to other classmates, staff and the parents and families that visit what their parent or parents do for a living.

A lot of the students have businesmen for dads and stay at home mums, as typical for the high class, but not all of them do. Some are CEO’s, some own a unique company or business, or got their wealth from sports or entertainment.

For Tim, his parents have two very unique jobs even if they are technically from generational wealth, that being Drake Industries that creates medical supplies as well as funds vehicles like ambulances and fire trucks. Stuff that looks great on paper and gets them support even if the two care little for it and more for their second form of income.

Janet was more into the archeology that showed history in culture and progression of society, story telling and proof of civilisations, while Jack was far more fond of the animals that existed or still do and how they have changed.

So naturally, Tim excitedly chose to talk about their extensive work in the latter.

Janet had single handedly proved several historical theories true and false, her unrelenting determination to proving she was right and using her connections and charming nature to do so.

Jack had discovered a whole new dinosaur that he named after his wife, as well as being one of the loudest in discussion of such beings and their feathers.

Tim found he enjoyed his mother’s work most, as cool as dinosaurs were, because his mother had taught him about how ropes and cogs were once all the ‘technology’ anyone had.

So, Tim Drake set about showcasing his mums hard work and after being denied brining a rare pot she had found, he decided to make a copy of it out of clay in the schools art room. The teacher helped him with dry hands and a kind smile, excited on his behalf as he so clearly enjoyed the process and seeing how else clay crafts were used.

Tim stood proudly at his table, several paragraphs written out and printed out for people to read about his parents achievements and a diagram of the skeletal structure his father had discovered not long after Tim was born. Many people praised him, saying how well he did for such a young age, only to be even more awed when he explained he made the pot himself and it wasn’t the real deal, but a replica.

It depicted Aphrodite as she stood over roses, at the time white but some clearly darkening as the thrown cut her foot, while she made her way over to a figure that was known to be Adonis as he laid dying from a boar beside him. It looked very simpler to real Greek art, though of course a little wonky and with less dirt and ancient clay, but the pottery was exceptional by a child’s hand. Hell, even a teenager.

Tim was so very happy, waiting patiently for his parents to come and see what he had done, how he had shown everyone in his school how cool and clever they were and even made some of the olde kris look at him with jealousy, but…

They never came.

Not because they were hurt or sick or worse, dead, but because they were too tired from their trip they had gotten back from a week ago.

But Tim was a Drake, he wouldn’t show his growing anxiety and fear, instead he stood tall and spoke animatedly too anyone who would listen and avoided questions on where Janet and Jack were just like they had taught him to when pushed for sensitive information.

Tim took the pot home and Janet smiled at him, telling him it was ‘nice’.

She didn’t point out the errors or anything, said nothing bad and had no disgusted expression, she just… called it nice. And moved on.

Seven year old Tim smashed the pot against his bed room wall and cried his eyes out until he fell asleep.

When he woke up he came to a conclusion: he simply hadn’t done a good enough job and if he was more accurate, had less bumps and used more polish, he’d get a better reaction.

So that’s what he did.

The second pot got a confused brow furrow and he was asked why he was showing it again, after all they were busy people and they had already seen it?

Tim made a different one and got a similar answer to the first, though Jack did give him a pat on the head!

Tim decided to make a few, perfect his craft more, until he showed them more so he could truely wow them.

Yet a funny thing happened while he made his replica pots and bowls.

He started to have fun.

Soon it became known to the staff at his school that if you couldn’t find Timothy, he wasn’t flagging school, he was in the art room. Given he had such good grades and had plenty of friends, none of them had a problem with this as it wasn’t affecting him badly.

Tim made a mug for his art teacher that was shaped to look like a tree stump and asked for help to paint it from his friend Ives whose mother was an artist, who got tips from his mum and taught his friend how to shade and paint on canvas first.

As thanks, Tim made Ives a little clay mushroom charm that the other boy made into a bracelet.

Eventually Tim is having so much fun with his crafting he’s even having to buy creams and ointments so his hands don’t get so cracked and cry. He has a whole draw for his art clothes lest he get too many dirtied, as well as a shelf in the art room for his creations.

By the time he’s nine he hasn’t shown his parents many of his creations and while he enjoys the bits of praise he gets, the lacklustre response just bums his out, so he stops. They aren’t mad about it, nor are they really in favour of it, they just don’t seem to care all that much.

Tim knows better than to waste their time too much and just enjoys their company when he can.

When Tim becomes Robin he’s started commissions within his school and friend group, including a smoking tray for Kevin, a chess piece set for Wesley and a rose candle holder for Darla.

Ives gets the most bit that’s because he gives them to his mum as gifts.

He stops his craft while he trains, usually too tired to do so, but finds making simple vases and bowls is calming for his mind. Batman tells him he needs to have ways to detach from his night life so they don’t get too blurred, a mistake he himself made, and so Tim uses his clay craft to do that.

He makes Bruce a mug shaped like a bat for him to have in the cave and it’s the first thing that starts to break Bruce in regards to seeing Tim as more than just the new Robin.

Tim makes Alfred a kettle pot, a simple thing as it’s his first time doing so, and paints it with buttercups.

Barbara gets a big eye charm that has several little ones hanging off wires from its base. The window charm moves with her to the clock tower even years after.

He makes Dick an elephant with pink markings over it like the one he saw on the circus posters from The Flying Grayson’s. Dick still ain’t happy about there being someone in his brothers suit, not really, but he was never going to truely take that out on Tim and seeing the sweet gift left in his car makes him feel a little lighter.

It still hurts them all to see a young boy in their house that’s not Jason, but with Tim being so different they soon stop making the comparisons so much. There’s still damage down, words that will stick with Tim, but it’s not as bad.

Tim makes Cass whole collection of little things like a tiny duck and frog, as well as hats for them. He makes her a plate that’s just for her with a teddy bear curled around a heart, her initials on the back.

He makes Steph a stupidly intricately engraved brick all for the inside joke between them, but the way she cackled is well worth it.

His teammates get so many gifts he can’t count them all, though his favourite will be the mini versions of them he made and that they put as the centre piece of the towers dining table.

When Jason comes back he doesn’t make anything, not even when the misunderstandings have been cleared up. Jason openly refuses to change his violent ways even if he promises to be more friendly, but that’s not why. Tim is still so hurt at seeing his childhood hero so broken that he can’t bear to think of it, until he watches Bridgerton of all things and starts to think differently.

Tim comers how different Jason must feel and how lonely that must feel, so he makes him something special. It by all means looks like a book even it’s an all clay, though the bones and flowers over the binding give it away with their glistening. Jane Austin’s Sense and Sensibility was hard to paint, and that wasn’t never one of Tim’s strengths, so he doesn’t do the cover art and instead writes out the letters prettily and hopes it’s enough.

Jason never responds to the gift outwardly, but the way he ruffled Tim’s hair just to annoy the other tells him enough.

Duke gets three necklaces that piece together to make one big charm, blending together in a colourful spiral perfectly. One is for him, the other two for his catatonic parents. When he realises what Tim made them for her cries, hugging Tim so tightly he’s afraid he’ll pop.

Damian is the last to receive any gift, their rivalry far too strong, though it ironically Tim’s favourite.

The stump like cup has several little mushroom cups around its sides and set of dips fit for a paintbrush. Tim explains the centre is for water and the other parts made for water colour paints or even acrylic, though that will be harder to clean even with the setting spray.

Damian claims to not use it and only Alfred knows how he asks how to properly clean it without causing damage.

Tim never truely gets to show his parents his hobby, not even when his mum goes and he and his father get a little closer. It hurts him naturally, though when he spots an old high school friend at a coffee shop asking for a drink in her keep cup he made her, he decides that his city has given him what he needed. Gotham and its people, his friends and those who watched him grow up, they gave him the acknowledgment and encouragement he wanted from Jack and Janet.

It’s not perfect, his city isn’t, but neither was his first pot.

Thinking of making a DPxDC Twitter AU, but I have several projects, over half a dozen asks in my inbox, multiple unfinished works, and I'm struggling with formatting, god gave me ideas but not enough to execute them.

-> Next Part

Sorry for my broken English. So I've had this thought for months at this point, just Danny being the chocolate guy from Infinite Realms, and by chocolate guy, I mean the one who makes edible sculptures out of chocolate or other things, but chocolate, after all.

Just imagine a couple of the bats who were mistakenly sent to Danny's lair and they go in and see a real-time recreation of the solar system (made of chocolate) or something.

Or maybe Danny making a themed gift for Pandora's birthday. The videos of Danny making a scale recreation of Clockwork's lair. But mostly, the fact that Danny has access to super rare ingredients due to the portals to other realities makes his creations even crazier, cooler, and with interesting effects. Imagine Constantine fighting at an auction to buy a basket of chocolate apples just because one of the ingredients in them is precisely an apple that is said to cure 99.9% of diseases for which no cure has been discovered. So many possibilities for misunderstandings and chaos right there.

(Your English is perfectly fine! The funniest part is that I think I know exactly which chocolate guy you’re talking about XD)

“And this is… made of chocolate?” Bruce asked, looking at the sculpture.

“It’s amazing,” Damian breathed.

It was an enormous sculpture of the Solar System, all floating in the air. Asteroids and space rocks were made of crystal candy, with moons being sculpted from cake and brownies. Planet rings were made from fruit and gummies all clustered together in floating circles.

Everything was beautiful and well made. Everyone looked at it in awe.

Damian was especially excited, nearly bouncing from sculpture to sculpture to see the delicately formed chocolate and candy put together into a hyper realistic rendition of the Solar System. He dragged along Stephanie with him too, looking overjoyed by everything.

Danny looked back from where he was leading them even deeper into his lair. He gave a small smile and said, “Yeah, it’s all candy and chocolate.”

Jason leaned in closer with a grin, face to face with Jupiter’s chocolate imitation.

“Is it edible?” He asked, looking ready to take a bite the moment Danny gave his confirmation.

“Not sure. I could eat it, but I made everything using the ingredients I get from the planets themselves.”

Everyone took an incredibly long step back, even Jason, his grin quickly falling off his face.

“Say again?” Stephanie asked, staring at Danny in horror.

Danny was still grinning. “Everything’s made with ingredients I procured myself, including stuff from the planets themselves.” He tilted his head and said, “I could eat it just fine, but I’m not sure if you want to eat the dust from other planets.”

Jason grimaced. “I’ll pass, thank you.”

No one wanted a bite of sulfur dioxide, methane gases, or silicon particles. Even if it was covered in chocolate.

Danny shrugged, “Your loss! Neptune’s gases tastes pretty good.”

Everyone gave each other a weary and exasperated look.

How on earth did they forget that he was a crazy space fan and a ghost?

The Dreamcatcher

Dpxdc Prompt #26

All vigilantes get bad dreams. Of the ones they couldn't save, the criminals that got away, even of their fellow heroes dying. When you take up the cape you are practically signing an agreement for nightmares to haunt your sleep.

It's apart of the job, no matter how terrible.

One night after a long patrol, when the Bats were all dreading sleep, it was Steph that brought it up.

"We should get dreamcatchers. Hang em up on our doors, they'd help."

No one responded immediately, every single one of them knew that was a pipedream, including Steph.

"If it makes you feel better, go for it Steph." Dick finally obliged, after a too-long awkward silence.

When the intricate dreamcatchers appeared on the doors to their bedrooms a week later no one took them down. They all had ways to cope and if Steph giving all of them dreamcatchers gave her comfort who were they to deny it? Plus it was nice to have a bit of hope, no matter how fragile.

They didn't expect the dreamcatchers to actually work.

Danny had been dragged, beaten, and broken beyond repair by the GIW. He barely escaped their clutches with his half-life still intact and ran off to the closest city he could find, Gotham.

He built a life there, and slowly but surely the threat of the GIW only appeared as a background thought of his waking mind. It was a different story, however, when he was asleep.

They still hurt him every night, only difference was they weren't there to document it and look at him like guinea pig.

So Danny, like the problem-solver he was, made his own solution. After a few too many close calls with Nocturn he had found a way to infuse dreamcatchers with just enough ectoplasm to make them actually work. If they could repel an ancient ghost what was a few bad nightmares? He didn't have money to spare to buy one so he made his own and hung it up by his door.

He started sleeping better, with no nightmares of his own to haunt him, but that didn't mean his nights stopped being interrupted by screams. Not his own, no, apparently living in a city with so much crime and grime could lead to it's own traumatic experiences.

His neighbor's daughter had been kidnapped and trafficked, only recently brought back into his custody. She was 5 and Danny's heart broke every time he woke up to her shrieking.

So he made her a dreamcatcher too.

And then she told some of her friends who had also been hurt by someone, because who in Gotham hadn't, and they requested some dreamcatchers from him as well.

Word spread and soon Danny had a suitably profitable business on his hands.

He didn't charge much, most of his clientele could barely afford food, but he still needed to eat too.

Then the vigilante Spoiler came up to him and asked if he did custom orders.

Danny could see the hope behind the white eyes of her domino, desperation from years of built of pain and suffering.

"No usually, no, but if it's for the heroes of Gotham I can make an exception."

Thank God you introduced to me to your sister.

This song is so Steph & Cass that it is INSANE.

Something to note about the weighted blanket, the pebbles have to come from the person's grave or have been given to the individual directly, otherwise it's just a rock. So these blankets take a while to make, because the rocks need to mean something.

When Sam started putting pebbles on Danny, it was more for her piece of mind than anything. It quickly became something important to both of them. Tucker also did it sometimes, and Jazz after she found out, but it was mostly something between them.

It was also a little game for Sam: which ones would he like best? Sam ordered little geodes that Danny would display in his room, but his favorites were ones that were picked up off the side of the road with him in mind.

So when her parents took her places outside of Amity Park, she started picking up little rocks and pebbles wherever they went. It made the awful boring trips bearable. She always liked bringing her friends souvenirs, and with this? Even if her parents stopped her from buying anything, she always got something for Danny.

After something happens at FentonWorks, Danny asks if he can store his 'rock collection' at their houses. Of course they agree. And Danny isn't getting sleep, between ghost attacks and nightmares, so they look up stuff that might help. And they find weighted blankets. And they look at the literal treasure chest (gifted by Princess Dora for precious things, that Danny also can't keep at his house) and decided, why not?

The final product is a clashing collection of ghosts and stars and plants and hieroglyphs and tech and puns and books and bats in square patches of cloth that looks like a godawful quilt. Danny cries when they give it to him (birthday, death day, or something to brighten up a bad day) because it settles something in his core that he didn't even realize was hurting.

This weighted blanket that his friends and sister made is the closest thing he has to a grave. If the ghosts come through the portal and find him sleeping with it, they just turn around and come back later. It really is the best sleep he's ever had.

Any way, at some point, Sam's parents bring her to Gotham for a gala. She obviously manages to slip away outside and starts picking up pebbles. Her Fraid has learned that picking up their own rocks means more than sharing or trading, but she has more chances to pick up different ones than they do, so she 'buys in bulk' so to speak when she leaves. Also, the whole thing is surprisingly grounding for liminals, too and Jazz has been very stressed lately.

Anyway, one of the Wayne's, dealers choice, but I'm thinking Tim or Damian, maybe Cass or Steph, sees her wandering around outside and picking something up, or digging around in the garden, gettingclose to securityfeatures. They go out to confront her about it and she just answers politely that she's picking up pebbles for her friends.

One of them died, and we've just started making them weighted blankets out of grave pebbles. They found it so comforting we decided to make at least one for each of us. Solidarity, you know? Oh yeah, Danny died, but he got better. He's just got a medical condition now. And she just goes on as she keeps going around, picking up pebbles.

I imagine if it was Tim or Dick, they start giving Jason pebbles, just as a joke. They see him taking a nap, drop a pebble on him. He's being annoying, throw a pebble at him. And as this goes on, they notice: he keeps those pebbles. They're displayed in his preferred safe houses, and kept in his pockets. His temper has mellowed out a bit. And the others notice. So they ask.

And eventually everyone starts doing it. Jason quickly gets used to waking up from naps at the Manor to a small pile of rocks somewhere on his person. He starts sorting them.

And this gets to be such a habit that everyone starts doing to each other too. Bruce loves this because it's an expression of love that he doesn't struggle with, and that is accepted by all of his kids. The first time was an accident, mistaking a half blanket buried Dick or Bruce as Jason, or a joke putting one on a Tim that has randomly passed out somewhere.

That first person who talked to Sam realizes that Jason's got a lot of those pebbles now. They remember that she was talking about weighted blankets. So, for a group project, the bats and birds steal some of the pebbles to make Jason a blanket. And at first he's pissed. And then he sits under it- and wow this is the best blanket ever, no you can't touch it unless you want to lose your fingers.

Ok, so I've seen a few things that say Bruce Wayne and Sam Manson are Jewish. And I've seen a couple of things about Jewish traditions that say that they leave small stones on graves of loved ones, something about anchoing souls. And there's this one fic, I can't remember what it was or who wrote it, that had Sam placing small stones on Danny sometimes, just because.

I had this thought. Since Danny and Jason aren't dead, what if their loved ones made them weighted blankets, with those stones instead of beads/rice/what-have-you in regular weighted blankets.

Those blankets quickly become their favorite. It's soothing on an instinctual level. Sleeping with those blankets is the best sleep they've ever had. No nightmares. Just happy, sleeping, ghost purrs. Because those blankets are full of love and recognition of loss and ghosts appreciate that recognition of loss from the living, need it.

It's why Ember wants to hear her name, why Skulker and Technus shout their names and titles. They want to be recognized.

Just imagine, movie night at the manor. Some poor soul tries to playfully steal Jason's weighted blanket. Jason's eyes haven't been so bright since he emerged from the Lazarus Pits and he's snarling and growling to impress a dragon. Message received: don't touch the blanket.

Y cuando aparecen unos supuestos Batwoman y Batwing, ve resandole a los dioses hasta que... ves a un perro, no, dos perros con mascaras y capas identicas a las de Batman a su medida...

CARAJO

I bet the JL has a “how fucked are we” metric that’s literally just how many of Bruce’s kids are there.

Like if he pulls up to the alien invasion or whatever with just Robin, then everything’s fine. More than fine, actually, because Bruce feels comfortable enough to bring his eight year old along for the ride. This battle will take approximately fifteen minutes and they’ll all get shawarma after. Not fucked in the slightest.

But if Red Robin shows up too… hmm, okay, this is getting somewhat serious. Tim is one of Bruce’s most trusted partners; he’s the smart Robin, the tactician, the loyal one, and so if Batman brought him along then it means he’s at least a little bit worried about shit hitting the fan and wants one his advisors around. But the combined brain power of Bruce and Tim is pretty much unmatched (DC plot armor for the win), so everything will be fine, basically. Superman might take a hit, but everything’s going to be fine. Just keep calm and you’ll all make it home in time to Door Dash some Panda Express before it closes. So not that fucked.

It starts to get serious after that. When Signal and Spoiler roll up the scene, shit has definitely hit the fan. Batman’s worried enough to call in reinforcements and he’s probably doubting the League’s ability to listen/obey his orders, so he needs a backup plan in case things go really south. But with Signal’s abilities and Steph’s superpower of turning anything into a joke, chances are you’ll be okay. Maybe impaled or something, but okay. But still, fucked.

When Nightwing shows, the JL knows it’s starting to get dicey out on the field. See, Nightwing’s got his own team, his own issues—the fact that he set that all aside to help out his dad is cause for concern. On a scale from 1-10, they are at a 7. Above moderately fucked.

And… oh God. Black Bat? Most of the time the JL doesn’t even see her, but once she makes herself known and starts fighting alongside her siblings, they all start to silently freak out. Black Bat is a fucking machine and if she’s breaking a sweat trying to fight the Big Bad, things are definitely not going to go well. They start praying that Batman figures something out. They freak out. They are intrinsically fucked.

But God Forbid you catch sight of the Red Hood. The prodigal son is a legitimate killer, and if Batman’s letting him blow out brains then the JL knows he’s desperate. And a desperate Batman is not good. At all. They are definitely fucked.

¡¿BATMAN X BRUCE?!

Se sabe que en Gotham está el rumor de que Batman sale con Bruce Wayne. Muchos dicen que para molestarlo sus hijos comentan que los han visto besarse, pero... ¿Y se fuera el propio Bruce el que confirmara eso?

Unos reporteros atraparon a Bruce y Tim entrando a Empresas Wayne. Entre tanto murmullo surge una pregunta:

Reportera: ¿Qué opina de que su hijo se considere abiertamente bisexual?

Bruce: ¿Cómo de que debo pensar? Es mi hijo, a él le puede gustar quien quiera, no tengo problema de que le gusten los hombres, no lo culpo, a mí también me gustan.

Todo se quedó en silencio, los reporteros que no paraban de gritar se callaron.

Reportero: Sr. Wayen, -habló con duda- ¿Es gay?

Bruce: Bisexual precisamente.

Reportero: ¿Tiene esta sexualidad por su hijo?

Bruce: No, yo identifique mi sexualidad, en realidad más tarde, a los 20.

Los reporteros seguían en silencio, ¡DURANTE TANTOS AÑOS NADIE SE ENTERO DE QUE BRUCE WAYNE ERA BISEXUAL!

La Liga de la Justicia que estaba viendo la tele en la Atalaya que por idea de Flash vieran las noticias justo en ese momento se quedó pasmada, TODOS, en serio nadie se había dado cuenta, bueno, pero con esa actitud fría y calculada ¿cómo? Y en realidad ¿Qué les importaba ese detalle? No es como si todos los podía conquistar con su sonrisa de millonario ¿verdad?

Y ni se diga sus hijos, estaban cada quien por su lado, pero todos vieron la televisión en ese momento y quedaron en shock. Más Tim. que estaba con él en ese momento.

El silencio duraría más, si no fuese porque un hombre grito a la distancia "SIII, ¡ESO ES A LO QUE YO LLAMÓ: ¡IGUALDAD DE GÉNERO!"

Bruce: Si y, me he enterado de que esta el rumor de que yo salgo con Batman y, lamento decepcionarlos, pero yo no salgo con él… Lo que sí, es que yo salía con él.

Los reporteros se quedaron más en shock, solo estaban ahí callados con sus micrófonos extendidos escuchando como toda Gótica, y si me permiten decir, el mundo.

Bruce: Si, claro, no podía formalizar la relación por, ya saben, es un vigilante, nunca supe su identidad secreta, pero su personalidad fue lo que me llamó la atención ¿saben?

Tim primero se quedó sorprendió con la revelación de su padre, luego confundió, por su “relación” con Batman, y ahora se aguanta la risa por, ¿lo debo explicar?, su padre, que es BATMAN, dice que estaba saliendo con BATMAN, y medio mundo, por no decir todo, se lo está creyendo.

Bruce: Y debo admitir que es un GRAN besador. Y me siento afortunado de poder verlo bien, no sin la máscara, pero con buena iluminación, resalta sus facciones y se ve muy bien…-todo esto lo decía con su tono de millonario juguetón-

Sus hijos que estaban como Tim, también estallaban de risa, nunca pensaron que su padre hiciera tal tontería, siempre pensaron que los que harían algo así en público serian ellos, jamás Bruce.

Bruce: Aunque eso fue hace muchos años, y terminamos bien. No por nada me sigue recatando cuando me secuestran. Pero desde ese entonces no hemos vuelto como pareja, no soy tonto como para regresar con mi ex. Si no funciono entonces no funcionara ahora. ¿Algo más?

Los reporteros se quedaron callados, aún lo estaban procesando

Bruce: Bueno, entonces eso sería todo, vámonos Tim.

Bruce y Tim entraron hasta el lobby y los reporteros no se movían ni un centímetro. Pero dentro, todos murmuraban, en especial los hombres.

Trabajador: ¿Ves? Eso es igualdad de género.

Trabajadora: ¿Cómo?

Trabajador: Igualdad de oportunidades, ustedes no pueden tener todo lo bueno.

Trabajadora: No sabía que eras gay.

Trabajador: Yo tampoco -responde mientras ve a Bruce entrar a irse en el ascensor- ese hombre hace milagros.

Recepcionista: Si entre mujeres era difícil, no me imagino ahora.

En el ascensor

Tim: ¿Qué fue eso?

Bruce: ¿Qué te pareció? solo, me deje llevar…

En la Atalaya

La Liga: …

Cyborg: ESE HOMBRE ES UN PUTO GENIO, MATÓ DOS PAJAROS DE UN TIRO. ¡DEFENDIO A SU HIJO Y AHORA NADIE SE LE CRUSARA POR LA MENTE PENSAR QUE SON LA MISMA PERSONA! ¡¡PUTO AMO!!

Green Arrow: Si, ya-ya entendimos Cyborg

Green Lanter: ¿Nos debería preocupar?

Superman: Eh, no veo porque

Green Lanter: Bueno, este, es Batman, y sus-sus planes de contingencia, es rico, es guapo, es muy atractivo… -su voz se volvía un murmullo incomprensible y se le notaba un sonrojo.

Aquaman: A ver, calma -dijo seguro- no hay porque ponernos nerviosos, no cambia nada.

Wonder Woman: Exacto, no hay porque actuar diferente –se le escuchaba segura, pero Clark noto su voz tambaleante y su corazón acelerado- ¿O si Clark? -tenia razón, y ella buscó apoyo en Superman-

Superman: SI, bueno, no, no hay razón por la actuar diferente, no es nada.

Flash: nada, NADA dice.

Superman: ¿A qué te refieres?

Flash: Como nadie se atreve, yo lo hare, ÉL, ES HERMOSO, y no se me hagan los tontos, todos piensan o pensaron lo mismo -todos, TODOS, voltearon la mirada, hasta Dinah y Oliver que están casados entre ellos- y no lo admitieron hasta este momento, Y NO INTENTEN DWFENDERSE, PORQUE SU SILENCIO ES LA RESPUESTA…

Flash: Ahí se me acabo el valor… -termino para desmayarse y Detective Marciano lo atrapó-

Detective Marciano: Creo que lo mejor es juntarnos mañana con él como siempre y hacer que nada pasó… -sonaba como si no le hubiera afectado- aunque solo alargaremos lo inevitable… -si le afecto, aunque sea un poquito-

Más tarde en la Baticueva

Jason: Pero ¿QUÉ-MAMADA-FUE ESA BRUCE? JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA

Bruce: No lo sé, solo vi una oportunidad de divertirme y… la aproveché.

Dick: P-pero Bruce ¿Cómo-? JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA PERDÓN, PERO JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA

Stephanie: ¿En serio? Por diversión, se suponía que esas oportunidades las aprovechábamos nosotros jajajajajaja

Bruce: Si, los vi ahí congelados y no pude evitar jugar con ellos, ja ya me imagino a Lex…

Tim: ¿Lex Luthor?

Bruce: Si… él sabe mi identidad, pero no puede probarlo, ahora menos y voy a gozar verlo en las galas con su cara aguantándome, jaja, será hermoso

Sus hijos pudieron notar la malicia en su voz, y no lo iban a admitir, pero creen que de ahí sacaron su GRAN sentido del humor.

Actualy, I have a DC hyperfixation so, have Batfam members + Bart + Jon for no reason

Actualy, I have a DC hyperfixation so, have Batfam members + Bart + Jon for no reason

It's funny to know that Bernard didn't think Stephanie was real because he thought Tim might be gay.

SPOILERS

TIM DRAKE'S SPECIAL

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Bernard and Stephanie besties

I saw a post a few months back on here but I can’t remember who it was by and it driving me nuts. I think it was hc post but it was one specific part that I’m trying to remember it was about Steph Duke and Jason calling each other Narrows, Alley (?) and something else respectively and for the life on me I can’t remember.

Creo firmemente que Damian es más hermano de Steph que de Tim, así que sí, steph es la hermana favorita (No es que crea que Cass no es buena hermana o buena persona, pero Damian es más cercano a Steph)

the batkids will deliberately get jason into their favorite pieces of media so he’ll write fanfiction for it.

dick discovered this strategy when he forced jason to watch one of his favorite shows with him. he’d totally forgotten that the show ended on a cliffhanger before it was cancelled, but rewatching it brought back that feeling of dissatisfaction he had the first time around. so dick opens up the ao3 tag for the show and to his surprise, there’s a brand new fic addressing every single loose end, complete with beautiful prose and amazing characterization. dick practically weeps. it’s only when he realizes some of the things in the fic match up with the rants jason had during their watch of the show that he has barbara confirm his suspicions about who the author is.

somehow everybody but jason gets wind of this and they’re taking unashamed advantage of it. the next time they see a movie together, stephanie leans over to jason to whisper about the romantic potential between two characters. she gets like three fics for her ship out of that. when jason goes outside, barbara switches electronic billboards and redirects taxis with ads for her favorite show. and of course, every targeted ad on his phone and computer are for the same show. when he finally gives in and watches it, barbara ends up with plenty of content to get her through the between seasons break.

everybody in jason’s family is subscribed to the ao3 account that he doesn’t know they know he has. one day, they’re all chilling in the library, and at the same time jason publishes his latest fic (for a movie bruce of all people was very insistent he watch), everybody’s email notifications go off. he narrows his eyes suspiciously. “just some wayne enterprises stuff.” “got a package delivered.” “what’s an email?”

it’s fine. he’ll let them get away with it. besides, he does the same thing to damian to get fanart out of him.

The chaos really happens when night falls and they need to sleep.

Damian, standing on the only twin bed in the room: I will get the bed.

Jason: Like Hell! You're small enough to be sleeping in the fucking sink. I will be getting the bed.

Dick: I think two people can have the bed.

Damian and Jason: NO!

*Tim, too tired for this, kicks off his shoes and gets comfortable on the small kitchen counter using the paper towel roll as a pillow. He is asleep within seconds*

Dick: well if you both won't share, then I'll take the bed.

Jason: That's not fair!

Damian: You can't do that!

Dick: I am the oldest, I get to do whatever I want!

The ensuing pillow fight was vicious and would have taken the bedside lamp as a casualty if Duke wasn't there to save it. Duke, like Tim, is tired and sees the bathroom tub for the option that it is. He uses the chaos to grab a pillow from the bed and lock the bathroom door. Duke took the bedside lamp with him.

With the Girls:

Barbra: I get the right side.

Cass: left.

Stephanie, debating if getting squished in the middle is worth still sleeping on the bed: I want a pillow.

Okay so i hate that the batkids are rich purely because they dont have those classic siblings experiences. So here is me putting them in those horrible situations.

*the batkids are in a hotel room with only one bathroom*

Jason: DICKHEAD get the fuck out or im gonna piss in your suitcase!

Dick, over the sound of water: I'm taking a SHOWER

Tim: AND? Hurry it up assman, I gotta brush my teeth!

Damian: I hope you all eat shit and die. I've been waiting longer than all of you.

Meanwhile, in the girls room:

Steph, barging into the bathroom: i gotta take my makeup off and brush my teeth. Deal with it.

Babs, in the bathtub: i dont even know why i try to lock the door at this point.

Cass, slipping in to use the sink: making instant mac n cheese. None for you guys.

Steph: bitch.

Cass: whore :)

An Idea of a Batfam AU:

What if The Batfam somehow got teleported into the world of EPIC? Namely, what if they Circe? What would happen?

What about Bruce, who had some chemistry with Selina and Talia? And a lot of chemistry with Clark?

What about Dick, who dated half a dozen people and is dating Barbara or Starfire? Man or woman, alien or human. Dick who got SA-d twice or more? (I don't know exactly how many times)

What of Jason, who may or may not be dating Roy, a man?

What of Tim, who is Bisexual but dated Bernard and Conner, who are both a man?

What about Steph and Cass, who are both women?

And Damian is literally a child.

(I, admittedly, don't know much about Duke so I didn't add him. But what would happen?)

(Sorry if there are any mistakes)

PREACH!

I love the platonic relationships between Dick and the other members of the batfam. Dick loves so thoughroghly and I love when its portrayed as swallowing him whole, his love drowns him.

His dynamic with Bruce, the anger, the trust and the love.

His dynamic with Jason, the guilt, the relief and the love he has for him

His dynamic with Tim, the pride, the trust and love.

His dynamic with Damian is by far one of my favourites as it has the guilt of 'replacing' Bruce as the father figure while he was stuck in the time stream, it has the unbridled pride in who Damian has turned into, it has the implicit trust that comes from working together as Batman and Robin. (I am ill for these two I love them so much)

His dynamic with Steph and the development of it when Bruce is in the timestream is also really precious to me, because that's his Batgirl.

The most common denominator is the love that he holds for them all, that is his family. He will be damned if he loses them again and he loves with his whole being.

I dont know enough about his relationship with Cass or Duke to properly talk about it yet :(

(I love Dick Grayson sosososo much)

Small Rant About Dynamics (ft. Damian Wayne & Dick Grayson)

it pains me whenever people seem to think all love is romantic love, or that romantic love automatically means the love for each other is greater. Platonic love that is so great- overwhelming until it fills every corner and crevice of your heart- makes me sick. whenever fic authors potray the insane amount of love that Dick holds for Damian- more so than he holds for the others- drives me crazy. The fact that Dick would do anything, kill and hurt and die and come back, just for Damian screws with me so badly simply because i know some will take them as romantic. But in reality, Dick literally just loves Damian so much. like thats his baby and you take it romantically :( they just make me so sad and miserable but they can cure me all at once

A list of things that are in fact cannon in my own little batfam world

- “Are we getting Jason’ed???” Something you say when you think you’re about to die by the hands of the joker.- Coined by Steph, when she thought she was gonna die at the hands of the joker with Tim. Is now used by everyone.

- WWRHD = What Would Red Hood Do?- was coined by Steph, is now used in every situation possible by every bat kid.

- Evil Baha Blast = The Lazarus Pit- was coined by Duke, when he thought that saying the actual name might trigger Jason. Jason laughed his ass off for about 10 minutes and has not called it by its actual name since.

Will continue this when I come up with more.

Dick: okay so we all agreed we're gonna focus all of our trauma healing, the skills we have gotten by our pain and suffering, and pass those tools along to Damian so maybe impossibly he'll end up a functioning adult

Jason: you really think this will work?

Steph: give him the stability of a family we never got? Damn if you're sure

Tim: idk he was already so traumatized when he got here it could be too late-

Dick: yeah but believe me Bruce is a wayyy better dad than he was with me, he was like 21 and encouraged me to jump chandelier from chandelier in the mansion because he thought it was funny

Jason: all the gentle parenting in the world isn't going to fix the demon brat's crazy genes-

Duke, rushing into the room: everyone shut up and look at this! Damian, tell them what you just told me!

Damian: -tt- I don't see why the fuss-

Duke: Tell them!

Damian: I am planning to retire Robin and instead focus my efforts on becoming a doctor.

Tim:

Jason:

Steph:

Dick: holy shit it actually worked

I want a Batfam au where everything is the same except Dick is the same person as Robin from the Teen Titans series (2003) but not because of the apprentice arc like many of you might be thinking, (though it wouldn't hurt to throw it in) no I want Dick to have the same "Skills" Read: Superhuman abilities as Robin.

Robin in the Teen Titans was throwing a giant made of cement, shattering his pole with one hit, taking on the rest of the Titans at the same time, when they were holding back and not.

Clark: Are you sure he isn't a meta or alien or something?

Bruce: I check every few weeks.

Oliver: Wait, he's human?

Tim: B! We need backup.

Bruce: No

Steph: Nows not the time for your no outsiders in Gotham rule!

Bruce: Fine I'll contact Nightwing.

Tim: Another non-meta won't cut it!

Bruce: Nightwing is more than enough.

Everyone: ?????

Dick obliterates a massive wall of Ice left by Mr. Freeze

Duke: I thought I was the only one.

Tim: You are.

Jason: You don't sound confident in your answer.

Tim: I'm not

Raven: Why'd I get paired with Nightwing? I don't stand a chance.

Damian: You are the daughter of Trigon.

Raven: And?

Dick, done interrogating someone: Thanks for the Info.

Beast Boy: Back in the day you would have totally sent them to the hospital man!

Jon, unintentionally listening in with his super hearing: huh?????

here are some batkids faces..might color them might not🤷🤷🤷 we’ll see..

The biggest fuck you the bat kids can throw at Bruce is to appoint someone else as their father figure when they get mad at him.

Bruce doesn’t really care if they go to anyone else for help. It stings sure, but he trusts them. What he can’t handle is them going to someone for simple things like ice cream. Or movie night. Or quality time. That’s HIS job. You can partner with them, you better not try to parent them.

Once when kid Dick was pissed at Bruce for not allowing him to be violent towards a villain, he’d grabbed Superman’s hand and declared he wanted Uncle Clark to tend to his injuries and tuck him in bed.

The amount of jealousy and anger radiating off the Bat was so enormous Superman almost thought the man was about to stab him with a Kryptonite sword and couldn’t stop fearing for his life.

Then came Jason, and after getting mad at Bruce for not letting him buy five libraries, he finds Alfred and spends the day as his son, calling himself Jason Penyworth. When Tim came along, he was once fed up with Bruce’s antics and dragged Dick - who had just entered after a gruelling week - out of the mansion, declaring he wanted a different parental figure and insisted they get takeout and have an arcade night. Hell even when Stephanie stormed off and decided to crash at Barbara’s instead of the mansion, Oracle could’ve sworn that Bruce was pouting under his mask, silently sulking at his rejection.

And Damian, well Damian had heard stories of all of this happening, and although he wasn’t a child and refused to throw petty tantrums like the rest of the siblings, one day Bruce’s advice wears on his last nerve and he marches upto the figure reading a book on the other end of the room before demanding they go out to an art studio that day.

He grabs hold of the hand, hears him stuttering behind him but doesn’t pay any heed. Grayson wouldn’t mind after all. He was sure of it. They go outside, and Damian whirls around, about to declare that he wanted to go to the art gallery and spend the night somewhere other than the mansion when his eyes meet a pair of confused blue ones and the words die down in his throat.

He could feel the heat building on his face as he and Tim stared at each other for a few seconds.

It wasn’t his fault Drake and Grayson looked so damn similar! And Drake was sitting on Richard’s spot! Why was the failure doing that?? He knew it, he was trying to throw Damian off his hand and he’d succeeded! He was going to turn around, and hand Damian off to Bruce. Served him right for being so mindless.

Damian knows he should say something, but his mind was blank. He stuttered, furiously trying to think of an explanation before the other man chuckles and lets Kon know he won’t be available for the rest of the day.

Baby Damian and Robin Steph

Updated My bat-family fan designs for my imaginary animated show ! ! 🧍🧍🧍

Ages shown are not meant to be accurate to canon = ]! ! !