Death Kitty

Born 12/09/2001

[nevertheless-moving]

It is a dark time for the Rebellion. Although the Death Star has been destroyed, Imperial troops have…

New Rebel: “So…I heard this base has, you know…him. His son.”

Wedge: “Him? Oh, you mean Luke? Sweet guy, total cinnamon roll.”

Biggs: “Cried after he blew up the death star. Was the only one who could make the shot, but he’s such a softie, you have no idea.”

New Rebel: “Huh. Wow, I can’t really imagine Darth Vader crying after killing people…”

Wedge: “I’ll introduce you, he should back from patrol any second. It’s his sister who’s the actual scary one.”

New Rebel: “…DARTH VADER HAD MORE THAN ONE CHILD?!” 

Biggs: “Uh. Well. Luke is definitely Darth Vader’s son and Leia is definitely his sister—but—there might have, um. It’s complicated. They definitely have the same Mother? I think? It’s pretty hush-hush. Darth Vader is insane enough about hunting down Luke, you know?”

Wedge: “Leading theory is Padme Amidala was having a torrid affair with a Jedi and a Sith. Which, you know, good for her. Hopefully.”

New Rebel: “Oh force.”

Carl: “Yeah, they’re pretty sick of answering questions about it. I’m running a betting league, though, if you’re interested.”

Wedge: “Hey, any updates on who Han’s sleeping with? Also is Luke back yet? They’re going to close the doors soon, but I haven’t seen him.”

“Your Taunton will freeze before you reach the first marker!”

“THEN I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL!”

Carl: “Ooh. That’s gonna affect the odds…”

Biggs & Wedge: 

Carl: “What? They’ll be fine!”

[nevertheless-moving]

Han: “Luke. Seriously—get DOWN from there.”

Luke: “Han. Seriously—get OUT of here.”

Leia: “Han’s right—this is idiotic.”

Luke: “Vader wants me alive. This will work.”

Biggs: “Come on man, Han and Leia are agreeing—even if it works—and I’m not saying it will—you’re still going to get captured!”

Luke: “I won’t get captured if you guys stop arguing and evacuate.”

Leia: “What about Dagobah? You’ve been nagging me non-stop and now—”

Luke: “You’ll just have to go ahead of me. I’ve got my X-wing, I’ll catch up.”

Han: “LUKE YOU HAVE TO THE COUNT OF TEN AND THEN I’M SHOOTING YOU DOWN!”

Luke: “…You’re bluffing.”

Leia: “I’m not. Easier to heal from a blaster wound and a few broken bones then artillery fire.”

Luke: “THIS WILL WORK!”

//

Vader: “Why have the AT-AT’s halted their barrage?

Piett: “Sir—our scouts spotted, a, ah, individual seated on top of the shield generator. You had previously indicated your strong desire that the person in question be taken alive, at all costs. I’ve deployed a tactical team to remove him, but the landscape is making it labor and time intensive. I take full responsibility—”

Vader: “My son is…sitting on top of the rebel’s exposed shield generator. While his base is being attacked. By an imperial armada.”

Piett: *sweating* “Yes, my lord.”

Vader: 

Vader: “He gets that from his mother, you know.”

Piett: *sweating profusely* “Yes, my lord.”

[nevertheless-moving]

Vader: “At last, my son. Your foolish attempts at rebellion have come to an end.”

Luke: “Hello, father. I’m glad to see you again.”

Vader: “…Considering your repeated attempts to evade my grasp, I find such a statement…insincere.”

Luke: “I’m guessing most people aren’t excited to see you, considering you hate the Rebellion and the Hutts and the Empire. But you care about me don’t you?”

Vader: “Your power—”

Luke: “If you cared more about ‘my power’ than you cared about me, stormtroopers and bounty hunters wouldn’t have spent the last 3 years fumbling to capture me without causing any injury. ‘Not a hair on his head,’ I think your orders were.”

Vader: “Sith do not care for others; I was merely being tactical about my employment of otherwise crude instruments of force. In time you will learn—”

Luke: “Uh huh.”

Vader: “Do not interrupt me when I am speaking, young one.”

Luke: “Sure thing, father. Go on, tell me more about how little you care.”

Vader: “Before I continue—is that…my droid?”

Luke: “You know Artoo? That’s crazy! Wait, do you also know Threepio?”

//

Han: “I can’t believe you dragged us into this. Look at the Falcon. Look at it!”

Chewie: “NHUURUHH!”

Threepio: “Oh Maker, these moisture extremes are wreaking havoc on my circuits. Oh dear. This may be the end…”

Leia: “I told you two to drop me off on the nearest planet—I was perfectly happy flying myself!“

Han: “Ha—I’ve seen you pilot. Last thing I need is to lose you and the kid in one day…I mean…Rebellion would have my head.”

Leia: “Well, I wasn’t the one who got our only way off this miserable mudball stuck underwater.”

Threepio: “If I may—”

Chewie: “HIUU—”

Han: “Not now—it wasn’t my idea to land on the completely uninhabitated cesspit—YOU were the one who insisted we chase after your brother’s hypothermic hallucination—”

Threepio: “I feel you might wish to know—”

Han: “RWWAA—”

Leia: “In a minute—it wasn’t my choice of rendezvous point, but it is where Luke’s going to look for us. And it’s not like we can just buzz around occupied worlds anyway when Jabba has a price on your head!”

Yoda: “Come with me for dinner, you wish to, perhaps, Chewbacca? Preoccupied, seem to be your companions, hmm?”

Han & Leia: *both firing at Yoda* “AAAAAAHHHH!”

[nevertheless-moving]

Vader:

Luke:

Vader:

Luke:

Vader: “Why are you not afraid of me”

Luke: “Uh…”

Luke: [flashing back to, on more than one occasion, walking in on shameless gossip with string and thumbtacks charting out who his parents might have been fucking]

Luke: “I just think…there’s light in you?”

Vader: “Obi-Wan once thought the same—he was mistaken.”

Luke: “Oh that’s—er, I mean I knew you were close, but. Um. Well he described Anakin as more of a brother…was he—I mean—I know he gave up a lot to watch over me…”

Vader: “For force sake—Do I have to draw you a diagram of all my relationships?”

Luke: “I know you’re not being serious but that would actually be incredibly helpful.”

//

Yoda: “Bitter you are, young skywalker. Angry at the galaxy’s injustice. “Your father, angry—”

Leia: “My father…was Bail Organa…I don’t give a farrik about my sperm donor.”

Han: “I…wouldn’t mind…knowing”

Leia: “Good thing it’s…none of your business”

Yoda: “Dangerous—”

Leia: “You clearly have some…serious issues…Master….but you don’t see me….talking about your birth parents…I mean…that is some seriously…outdated…psychological thinking.”

Yoda: “…900 years old, am I. Belong to the previous millennia, my father would have.”

Leia: “Force, really?…Well…there you go…Proves my point exactly.”

Han: “I’m too old…to be doing handstands…like this…for so long.”

Yoda: “’Neither too old nor too weak’, you were, you insisted.”

Han: “I TAKE IT BACK OKAY!…WOULD THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY…YOU SADISTIC OLD FROG!”

Leia: “IF LUKE’S GOT TO DO THIS…THEN I’M DOING IT FIRST…AND IF I HAVE TO DO IT…THEN SO DO YOU!”

Chewie: “RWWWWRHH”

Han: “YOU…TRAITOR…THAT’S IT…I’M COMING OVER THERE…TO KICK… YOUR ASS!”

Threepio: “I’m afraid to say that such an act would technically make Mistress Leia the victor of your ‘challenge of honor,’ as you called it.”

Leia: “HA!”

Han: “…I HATE…ALL OF YOU…SO MUCH.”

Yoda: “Careful, young Solo. Hate leads to—”

Leia and Han: “WE…KNOW!”

[nevertheless-moving]

Vader: “Stop! I order you not to cry! What I mean to say is—Anakin no longer means anything to me. You are my son, obviously the name Skywalker is of consequence—"

Imperial Officer: “Stars end, I can’t believe that keeps working. If he keeps the waterworks up, Darth Dad is going to be a Jedi by the end of—”

Admiral Piett: “Quiet! Are you trying to get us all killed?!”

Imperial Officer: “Sorry, sir. It’s just—”

Admiral Piett: “Shut. Up!”

Luke: “But I don’t want people to be afraid of me! I spent the last few years doing everything I could to make myself not scary—I learned macrame!”

Vader: “Yes, and I am…proud of your skill. However, the Emperor is not…really…tolerant…of such softness…neither is much of the Imperial hierarchy for that matter…”

//

Leia: “What the kriff was was that?”

Yoda: “Take only what you—”

Leia: “UGH, Fucks sake, I know it’s supposed to be a metaphor, I’m not an idiot! Could you just stop being cryptic for five seconds! Because I’m nothing like Palpatine, and never will be! It supposed to be a warning against directly confronting Palpatine? Because listen here, if I get the chance to kill that bastard you can bet like hell I’m going to take it, he’s got no clear succession strategy—if he does the whole empire falls apart.”

Yoda: “Failing you, I am.”

Leia: And what’s that supposed to mean? And why have you been so kriffing quiet?

Han:

Leia: “What?? Are YOU going to tell me that I shouldn’t be angry now?”

Han: “What? Course not, you’ve been angry since I met you!”

Leia: “NO I HAVEN’T”

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[nevertheless-moving]

Luke: “I’m not leaving you, father!”

Vader: “You must, my son. Until I have secured your empire—”

Luke: “But I don’t want an empire—”

Vader: “You’ll thank me when you’re older—now this ship has everything you need—”

Luke: “I—wait—how am I supposed to pilot this?”

Vader: “You’ll be safe—”

Luke: “Father, there are no controls—”

Vader:” I’ll fetch you once I’ve defeated my Master and put down the rebellion—”

Luke: “FATHER”

Vader: “I’ve included all your favorite snacks—”

Luke: “DAD”

//

Yoda: “Finished, your training is not. Ready, you are not.”

Leia: “I know Master, but Luke’s my brother. I have to save him. We’re better together.”

Yoda: “Dangerous—”

Leia: “My attachments are, yes I know. But I’m more dangerous without them.”

Yoda: “Hm.”

Leia: “Come on, everyone.”

Threepio: “Thank goodness—I never thought I’d be so grateful to return to the  vacuum of space—“

Chewie: “HRrrOO”

Han: "Take care of yourself, you old green raisin! And thanks for the rock floating lessons!”

Yoda: “…”

Old Ben’s Ghost: “Well. There goes our last hope.”

Yoda: “There…is another…”

[incogneat-oh]

For the meme - is 2 and tim and jason, or tim and bruce ok? Also - your rules aren't mean, people are just dumb about paying attention.

2: Sleepy

<3!

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Jason is scowling in the Manor’s kitchen. It’s a bit after 8am, which is practically the middle of the night for people of the vigilante persuasion. Alfred is away for another few nights, and somehow, Jason had found himself babysitting the kitchen-illiterate members of his family. He can’t remember agreeing to do it, but then, that’s how these things happen with Alfred.

And, there’s the small matter of his apartment sort-of burning down last week.

So. He’s here. 

He’s contemplating making an omelet, figuring someone’ll stir eventually, when he feels something small collide with his side. And latch on.

He can feel bony fingers digging into his sides, the ruffle of breath against his shirt. 

Jason very carefully shifts his arm. Peers down. 

And. The figure is so dwarfed by oversized clothing that Jason’s immediate instinct is to think it’s Damian. But that kid’s hair is not long enough to achieve the seriously impressive bed-head-bird’s-nest currently smushed into his torso. 

Slowly, Jason reaches his hand down. He bravely touches it, smoothing its tangled hair away from what is probably a face. 

And Tim Drake blinks owlishly up at him from under his own hand, sleepy blue eyes and an open mouth. After a moment, he mumbles, “Y’re not Bruce.”

Jason says, “No shit.”

Tim drops his arms. Looking only very faintly put out, but mostly just asleep.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to go ‘round hugging psychotic killers?” Jason says, because he really doesn’t know how to play this one. 

At that, the kid frowns a little deeper, eyes still half-lidded. And he steps (stumbles) forward, fitting himself effortlessly against Jason’s side again. And he says, “You w’re Robin.” 

Like that’s everything.

And Tim squeezes tighter, fingers probably leaving fuckin’ bruises, and Jason just waits. Tim Drake, the boy who is prickly on a good day, who grimaces his way through Dick-Grayson hugs, who maintains an awkward, professional distance from Alfred, is hugging him. Like he means it.

So what can Jay do? Except raise an awkward hand to rest on the babybird’s back, against his sleep-warm ‘The Breakfast Club’ t-shirt. He says, eventually, “You have met the latest Robin, right?” and the little shit shushes him, in a mumble, from where his face is hidden.

Feeling oddly… fond, Jason just laughs. Ruffles Tim’s stupid-messy hair with his spare hand, mostly to see what he’ll do. (The answer: Nothing at all.)

And he’s still coming to terms with the oddness of this situation, the unfamiliar warmth-and-soap-and-firmness that is a hug from Tim Drake, when he hears someone at the doorway. He half-turns, mouth open–

“B.” Tim says. And that’s all. He’s long gone from Jason’s side (and when did that happen—), when Bruce meets him halfway. 

The man’s in a henley and a pair of sweats, hair loose and feet bare. He’s also wearing a soft smile, and apparently, the clingiest ever barnacle that’s his third son.

“Fickle little…” 

Bruce smiles at him, over Tim’s head. He looks down, then, arms coming up to return the boy’s squeezing hug. He says, “Good morning, Tim. Sleep okay?”

“Mgmmf.”

The man nods, quite seriously, as though it wasn’t nonsense. Then, warmly, “Good morning, Jay. I see you’ve met pre-coffee Tim.” 

Jason feels his eyebrows hit his hairline. He says disbelievingly, “This isn’t… unusual?”

Bruce considers the question, a large hand absently petting Tim’s back. “He’s been doing it since I adopted him,” he says, after a moment. And, thoughtfully, to himself, “He used to thank me every morning…” He doesn’t even slightly relinquish his hold on the Replacement — if anything, he squeezes tighter — but he does steer them both closer to the counter. 

On their way, Bruce ducks his head slightly, to kiss Jason’s temple. Then he continues forward, saying, “Well, it seems you’re part of a very selective group now, Jason.”

“… Uh?”

“Tim’s hug beneficiaries,” Bruce clarifies, smiling, pouring himself a coffee. He is apparently an expert at manoeuvring around the lump of Tim. 

He takes a long sip, absently fixing the kid’s hair with his other hand.

And Jason blinks, his eyes closed for less than a second, but somehow, when he opens them, Tim’s got Bruce’s coffee gripped in both hands and is sleepily making his way over to the empty table. 

There is a long moment of silence.

“Did Tim just steal your coffee.”

Bruce considers this for a beat. “To the untrained eye,” he concedes, “It might appear that way." and Jason. Well. He figures breakfast can wait, until he’s got his breath back from laughter.

END.

[frostbittenbucky]

Sometimes I think the batfam forgets they’re not biologically related (and that’s because my dad was adopted but he’d talk about his adoptive family’s health history, traits and be like ‘yea be on the look out for that. It runs in the family’ like SIR)

Anyway here we go with the post

Tim: [is a short king]

Old gala lady: “aw look at you! Bit on the small side for 17, don’t you think?”

Bruce: “not necessarily, the doctor sai-“

Lady: [pinching Tim’s cheeks] “don’t worry about it, love. You’ll grow up into a fine young man just like your father”

Bruce: “oh, um-“

Tim: [looks hopeful]

Bruce: “yes he will”

Dick: [filling out paperwork for superhero things] “hey Bruce, does diabetes runs in the family?”

Bruce: “uh, not sure. I don’t think so”

Dick: “ok great, what about…heart problems?”

Bruce: [thinks for a moment] “I think my grandfather had a heart attack in his mid fifties, hold on I have records”

They proceeded to spend 20 minutes looking at medical records and histories

Bruce: “wait”

Dick: “what?”

Bruce: “we’re idiots, you’re adopted Dick”

Dick: “… dammit, so what’s my families medical history!”

Jason: [talking with some friends] “yea and I have my dads curly hair, he also started going grey kinda early so that’s probably why I have this white streak”

Roy: “oh nice! Same thing with my red hair. Was your dad tall too?”

Jason: “he is pretty tall, 6’2” I believe. Built like a brick wall too, also a stubborn asshole”

Artemis: “you must be spitting image of him, I wish we could meet him”

Jason: “what? You’ve met Bruce”

Roy: “… aren’t you adopted?”

[alphapercyjackson]

If we look at the Court of Owls story line Dick’s family history is dark

[apaceawayfromthewoods]

Dick's family's medical history: death & resurrection

[frostbittenbucky]

Bruce: “hey Dick, I found your fam… never mind. Wrong paperwork” [crumples the papers]

[frostbittenbucky]

@mercurysystem

Damian: “father, I’m not adopted”

Bruce: [is tired] “Damian, i got you when you were 10? I shouldn’t have to tell you this”

Damian: [tearing up, calling Talia] “mama, am I adopted? Is baba not my real father?”

Cue Talia ripping Bruce a new one

[yourstxryteller]

˖✦ ݁˖· ─ Why didn't daddy come with me?

Batfam x neglected!child!reader x fnaf

𝓐 /𝓝 : I've had this idea for some time now and it won't let my mind rest, so I just gotta write it down before it disappears in my mind and also bc I can't focus on studying bc of this. Might make a part 2 once exam week is over hehe

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ! : child neglect, mentions of blood, animatronics, batfam being neglectful, kinda rushed writing

Alfred Pennyworth considered himself as the grandfather of little miss [name] ever since Bruce Wayne found out that he has a child, adopting you when your mother abandoned you.

Bruce Wayne was a good father to you, constantly there for you, plays with you, and even comforts you in the nights where dreams plague your mind. For your birthday, he gives you ridiculous gifts and things a toddler or child could possibly dream of.

Dick is another member of the family — the big brother. Alfred told you that he was so delighted to have a baby sister when you were brought in the Manor. Unlike Bruce, he was always there, never leaving your side. You want to play? He's there with a bunch of new toys. Color with him? He already has so many coloring books for you two to try.

As for Barbara, she was so happy to have another girl in the Manor. She often braided your hair, styled you, and stuck around you along with Dick. She even called you an intelligent child, that maybe someday you can challenge her own intelligence.

Then there's Jason.

Like Dick, he's also delighted, but not to Dick's level of happiness. He lingered, teaching you some tricks and making you laugh. He's the playful big brother to you. Always making you laugh, sneaking around the kitchen at night — even though you two get caught.

They all suddenly stopped.

It had been three years since they spent time with you properly.

Bruce became distant, Dick no longer visits you much, Barbara became busy, and Jason — you don't know where he is.

Alfred assured you that your father, brother, and sister were just a little busy at the moment and that they will eventually come around and spend some time with you.

But when you run up to your father when he enters the huge doors of the Manor — greeting him and clinging to his leg — he dismisses you, saying that he was too tired to play.

That's what he always says for the past three years.

As for Dick, you often tell Alfred to call him on the phone so you could talk to him. But oftentimes, your voice just goes to his voice mail.

You tried to spend time with your older sister, Barbara, but she was too busy to even respond to you.

Saddened by their sudden distance to you, you asked Alfred with teary eyes if something was wrong. He couldn't bear to see you like that, so he told you that everything will be alright.

Then you asked about Jason, to which he didn't reply. He doesn't know how to tell you that he's gone without you throwing into a fountain of tears.

Maybe he was just on a trip! A vacation! You convinced yourself.

Then, a month later came a fourteen year old boy, Tim Drake.

You were going to greet your father as always, when you saw him, instantly smiling and waving. This time, Bruce acknowledged your presence by simply introducing you to him, saying that this boy is gonna be your big brother.

By this exciting news, you practically lunged your little body at your new big brother, hugging him. His body went stiff, awkwardly reciprocating your hug.

You thought that maybe they would spend some time with you now. They don't look that busy anymore!

Tim spent time with you, asking some basic questions like what's your favorite color? That was a great start for you. But one day, you didn't see him around the Manor until late at night to the early mornings. Then he became distant, often in his room or somewhere else.

You felt sad by this. You wondered how they were always so busy all of a sudden.

And then someone new arrived as well. A blonde girl, probably near Tim's age. Stephenie.

She was like a female version of Dick, all smiles and hugs when you met her. It made you miss your eldest brother dearly, along with Jason. Your time with Stephanie went great, you two laughed, played, and spent time together. But you knew it wouldn't last, since she slowly grew a bit distant.

How silly of you to think they'll have time for you. They're all grown, and you're just a little kid.

Weeks ago, you kept telling them about your birthday so they could celebrate it with you. They said yes, bluntly. And even though the response was cold, your eyes glimmered with hope.

But no. All hope and dreams came crashing down when your fifth birthday arrived.

So here you are, with Alfred — the only one in the family that sees you. The cake mainly went untouched, just a small piece of it gone for the two people to eat.

You sighed. “Why won't they come…?”

Putting a hand on your small back, Alfred once again tried to reassure you. “I'm sure they'll come, miss [name].”

In all honesty, Alfred is tired of reassuring you. He felt that it wasn't enough. Your sad tears challenged him whenever they ignored you. He have concerned the neglectful attitude of the family to Bruce, but he was still engrossed to mourning his second child, forgetting about you entirely.

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Alfred gave you a camera for your birthday, since you always took his phone to take pictures and take videos of things, mainly recording your life so that you can show Bruce and your siblings what they have been missing, so they could catch up.

Everyday, you hold the camera. To your school, to even small walks or errands with Alfred. You record and take pictures of your life, often talking — informing what you feel, where you are, and stuff.

And one day, a Pizzeria opened up in the gloomy city of Gotham.

Circus Baby’s Pizza World

It attracted many people, mainly children, families, and some freshly new teenagers.

And you, being five years old going to six years old, grew curious about it. One of your classmates mentioned it to you, saying that they went there and it was super fun.

With your upcoming birthday in a few days, you used it as an excuse to Alfred to go there with him and your friends. You'll invite your father and siblings of course, but you doubt that they'll come anyway.

However, by your sudden proposal to go there, Alfred sadly has duties to Batman at that time where you wanna go. Of course, he couldn't tell you that, you know nothing of it.

But your pleading eyes and insistence made him sigh and call one of your friend’s parents to accompany you. Alfred informs them that he'll handle everything financially and might try to convince the pizzeria to have the place all for yourself and your friends.

While he talks through the phone, you run off to your father's office. You knocked until you heard him saying “come in”. You pushed the door open, running to him.

“Daddy! A special day is coming —”

“And?” He didn't even look at you, he only stared at the papers in his hand.

You felt so small in his presence, intimidated by your own father due to the rift in your relationship. “Well… it's gonna be my birthday! I — uhm…” you fiddled with your fingers, trying to find the right words to say to him. Maybe if you manage to at least say something good, he might come. “Can you please come with me? It's in the new pizzeria that opened —!”

“I'm a bit busy, [name]. Go ask your siblings to come with you.” As if he didn't hear the word ‘birthday’. And as always, he dismissed her.

“Oh.”

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Then you went to Tim's room.

“Timmy!” You knocked, then knocked again when he didn't answer.

And at the fifth knock, he opened the door with a tired look as always — eye bags stretched under his eyes as he looked down at you with a raised brow. As if seeing you made him lose the tiny amount of energy in him.

“Can you come with me to the new pizzeria? It's my birthda—”

“No, [name],” he sighed, exhausted. “I have too many things to do, and I'm exhausted, can't you see?”

All excitement died down as you looked at the ground. “Oh, sorry.”

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You asked the girls. Barbara shook his head, saying that she had something important to do. And Stephanie said that she might hang out with Cassandra — the new member of the family.

She was quiet and never really interacted with you, only acknowledging your presence by a nod or a quick glance.

You have no hope there.

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Since you haven't heard of Jason and the family's constant avoidance of answering you about him, the last person you could ask was Dick.

And as always, he was probably in Blüdhaven. When you went back to Alfred, you asked him to make a call.

But to your dismay, it ended up in his voice mail again. This must be at least the 35th time. “Hi, big brother! My birthday is coming up! Uhm… I know you're busy and I'm probably disturbing you — but can you please come with me to Circus Baby’s Pizza World? The others can't come so I figured you could…? I'm going there at 2 pm, see you there!”

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The day came for your birthday.

Alfred spent the entire morning celebrating your birthday with you while the others… overslept as you know of. He baked a birthday cake for you, just how you like it.

Then when the afternoon came, you dressed in comfortable clothing fit for a birthday girl yet comfortable enough to move around freely.

“I'm ready!” You excitedly exclaimed.

Alfred smiled, kneeling to your level. “You look adorable as always, miss [name].”

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The pizzeria looks so vibrant in contrast to Gotham. Inside, chairs and long tables with party decorations were arranged nicely. Your friends sat on either side of you, their parents on one side talking to each other.

Suddenly, the lights started to dim. “The show will begin momentarily. Everyone please stay in your seats.” The voice, an eerily calm one cut through the dark.

A single light focused on the stage. And as the curtains of the stage opened up, Circus Baby came into view, singing a birthday song.

Your friends shrieked in delight, clapping at the animatronic and saying happy birthday to you.

You smiled, happy that you can celebrate here. But through the smile and laughter you share with your friends, a pang of sadness struck you. Their family was here, unlike yours.

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After eating pizza and some other foods, a staff member informed all of you to go to another location in the building — a mini playground. All of you were excited and hurriedly went there, but you stopped in your tracks, holding onto one of your friend's parents.

“Uhm, I need to go to the bathroom for a moment.” You shyly confessed. “Oh, of course dear. Do you want me to go with you?”

You shook your head, saying you'll catch up to the group.

Hurriedly, you sprinted to the nearest bathroom. And by the time you went out, all of them were already in the other room.

You followed suit, but your footsteps grew heavy, as if not wanting to leave yet. The room was slightly dimmed, but the stage lighting remained on the star of the stage — Circus Baby.

You turned to look at it again. Mesmerized by the animatronic. Her head constantly moved, her blue eyes observing the room and eventually landed on you. She tilted her head, and you laughed lightly at how cute the animatronic looks.

Your own legs began to move before you could even process what was happening. Grabbing your camera encircled around your neck, you took it off around you and started recording as you went closer.

She looked down at your little figure as you climbed up the stage, slowly stepping closer.

“Pretty…” you mumbled in awe, and wondered if your own father would give you something marvelous like this, if he would even remember.

You stepped back with a gasp as her stomach opened. “Ice Cream?” A claw extended towards you with an ice cream. Your eyes sparkled as you managed to mutter a ‘wow’ by how well equipped she was.

“Thank you!” You stepped closer, extending your hand to take the ice cream.

But suddenly, she started to shake uncontrollably, dropping the ice cream from the claw. You stepped back, afraid as you clung to your camera. Did you accidentally break it? But you didn't do anything wrong! Maybe you should run, yes, run.

You went to run off the stage, but the metal claw pierced through your back, trapping your waist in its claws and pulling you towards her stomach. You screamed, terrifyingly so that it echoed almost throughout the building before it stopped permanently.

The camera laid on the ground under a table, having been tossed — almost broken yet still alive and recording with bits of blood staining it.

Guess Bruce Wayne won't get greeted by his daughter anymore.

© - @yourstxryteller

[proxycrit]

FAMILIAR FAMILIAR MASTERPOST

If you want to see my general info (and also which tags to look at my other art, click here)

FAMILIAR FAMILIAR is a self indulgent TOTK AU where Link and Zelda traverse the wild lands of Hyrule together. There are ruins to be discovered and monsters to be eaten.

This project is a linktober challenge that will extend past the month of october. Please be patient with me as this is entirely being funded by a hyperfixation and the support of beloved patreon backers (ty patreon backers). Pls note fanart, fanfics, and spinoffs are perfectly fine as long as credit is due!

Chronological Order (updating as we go!)

1. Blood Moons and Headaches

2. Basement Adventures

3. Basement’s Adventures Haunted

4. Basement’s Extra Haunted

5. Lost (and found)

6. World’s Endin, Purah’s Stressin

7. Concern about Death Mountain

8. Goron City and Yunobo

9. Death Mountain vs Oversized Railgun

10. The Sage of Fire

11. Interlude

12. Goodbye Eldin!

13. Rained In

14. Skyview Towers

15. Close Call

16. Welcome To The Swamp

17. A Guide Named Yona

18. Sidon’s No Good Very Bad Two Months

19. Authority Issues

20. Lab in the Sky

21. The Water Sage

22. Reprise

23. Century Idol

24. Safe Travels

25. It’s Free Transportation

26. Song of Perseverance

27. Crack in the Maze

28. Looking for Lunch

29. Pirates, in MY Hyrule?

30. Ghost Ships

31. Great Fairy Cotera

32. Arm Collection

33. Mushrooms and Cheese

34. Three Headed Public Menace

35. Back into the Basement

36. Spider Jumpscare

37. It’s Free Spine Residue

38. Song of War

39. Wet Sand

40. Fight or Flight

41. Flooded Desert

42. Gut Conductor

43. Riju’s Bug Zapper 9000

44. The Shroud Bringer

45. Weight of Responsibility

46. Ghost Nap

47. Restless Dead

48. Lightning Sage

49. Surcease

50. Kept Promise

EXTRAS:

- Link and Zelda Reference

- Spotify

- Oneshot ficlets

(EDIT; Due to work and bills, Familiar Familiar will be returning… sometime. Currently on HIATUS!)

[dragonfly0808]

So my Batfamily brain rot is back (not that it ever really left) and I just had a thought like…

If you’re a henchman/criminal in Gotham, seeing your life flash past your eyes is gonna be a somewhat regular occurance but… what if like… the thing that truly made a henchman’s heart fall to his ass was when they hit Robin just a little too hard and this 10 year old kid just starts crying and goes ‘Daaaaaadddd!’

That’s the moment when they truly think they’re going to die because said dad, the kid is calling for is a 6’6 demon from hell who’s all muscle and shadows and vengance and a lot of Gotham still thinks he’s a cryptid

The henchmen all drop their guns and try to calm the kid down but it’s over in 5 seconds flat. Batman breaks several bones before speaking to Robin in the softest voice they’ve ever heard him use and the criminal world, who was already a bit hesitant to fight a kid have even more reason to take it just a little easy on Robin.

And like, I can picture different reactions with every Robin.

Like, for Dick, he’s ten and we all know he was the most violent Robin second only to Damian so maybe when he’s ten or eleven and has calmed down a little, a henchback who still remembers what a little shit he used to be decides to get back at Robin, slips on a pair of brass knuckles and BAM

And then, little Dick just stares for a moment in shock, cheek already starting to bruise, the criminals he’d been fighting all stay still because it was a nasty punch and then…

“Daaaaad!!!” He cries out in a whiny voice that reminds them that Robin really is just a kid and it all clicks into place.

Even Bruce wasn’t expecting that, Dick has just started calling him dad and he still isn’t used to being called that so to hear his kid calling for him in the moment where he is startled and hurt and a little scared… the henchmen don’t even have time to react and they wake up in the hospital with concussions and maybe a few broken bones.

It doesn’t take Dick long to calm down, it was mostly that the hit from a random henchmen really startled him and got him right in the cheekbone. But Bruce still finishes patrol early and Dick still hides under Bruce’s cape all the way to the Batmobile.

Then comes Jason and Jason was such a sweet kid, I headcannon he was the one that called Bruce dad the most often while being Robin. So one night during patrol maybe he finds himself fighting Penguin or Two-Face and it’s been a long night and he has an exam the following day and Bruce is fighting another villain at the other side of the warehouse

The point is, the henchmen and Two-Face start landing hits on eleven year old Jason in his gut and at some point he loses sight of Batman fighting on the other side of the room. Jason gets scared because he’s never really fought without Batman and while he knows that Bruce is still in the warehouse, he can’t see him and the handle of a gun hits the back of his ankle and he falls and he sees Two-Face or Penguin or one of the henchmen getting ready to grab the front of his uniform and beat him up and…

“Daaaaddd!”

The criminals freeze for a moment. They’ve heard the stories of what happened the last time a Robin called scared for dad.

They’re fucked.

They all drop their guns and try to get Jason to calm down, but he’s crying just a little bit and calls again, his voice breaking and despite having been at the other side of the warehouse just a second ago, Bruce somehow drops from the ceiling and it’s over before the criminals can keep pleading with Robin to calm down.

Jason tries to apologize for ‘acting like a baby’ but Bruce is having none of it and carries him back to the Batmobile and Jason is happy to just hide his face in Bruce’s cape because he knows his dad will always be there to save him.

Then comes Tim.

And Tim gets found out while doing reconnisance and somehow he finds himself face to face with Bane who manages to wrench away his bo staff and Tim is just eleven and he is scared because Bane doesn’t look like he’s going to hold back

All Tim knows is that the crack he hears must surely be his ribs either cracking or breaking and he can’t breath and he can only muster enough air for a single word… and he calls for his dad through tears and fear

And at this point… at this point Batman has already lost a Robin, Tim may not be his legally but he is his son just as much as Jason was

Bane spends a month in the ICU

Tim is embarrased that he reacted like that. He thinks it makes him less of a Robin to called scared for Batman… for dad.

So Bruce tells him of the other two times it happened. It’s one of the first times he’s spoken about Jason to Tim so bluntly.

Then comes Stephanie.

Stephanie never calls Bruce dad when she’s Robin. She’s not his daughter and he’s not her dad. They’re not sure what exactly they are to one another.

As far as Bruce knows, Stephanie’s version of Robin never called out to him when she was scared.

What he doesn’t know is that it did happen. Just once

It was the last time she was Robin. When Black Mask had her and she thought she was going to die

At some point while bleeding and feeling nauseous and so scared she could barely hear anything that wasn’t her own heart beating wildly against her chest… she called for dad. Not for Arthur Brown, but for Bruce

Black Mask laughed at her

Stephanie never tells Bruce

And finally… Damian

Now, we know Damian would probably never be startled enough to call for Bruce out of instinct, so I can see 2 scenarios in which this could happen.

First, he sees another kid do it. He sees a kid close to his own age laughing and playing, then tripping and staying quiet for a split second before crying out for mom and dad and he just… assumes that’s something kids do when scared and hurt and startled and does it mostly in an attempt to be a little more ‘normal’

Or, my favorite scenario… he hears of the other times it has happened. He overhears maybe Dick remind Jason of what Bruce did when Jason called out to dad as Robin. Tim maybe jokes that a Robin calling for dad is still the villains’ greatest fear

So Damian stores that knowledge away as a battle strategy just in case he ever needs it… and maybe a small part of him wants to put it to the test, to see if his father would protect him as brutally as he’s protected the Robins before him

So some random night during patrol, he’s up against several henchmen, a few of them grab him from behind, trying to hold him down. Damian is fighting against them when one of them swings a cylinder of metal that Damian thinks might’ve been meant for the plumbing and…

The henchman breaks Damian’s nose, there’s blood dripping down his chin and staining his uniform

Now… it is most certainly not the first time he’s broken something, he’s more than used to the pain, in fact, he barely feels it. However, it gives him a chance to put his little theory to the test

And so Damian allows himself to sound like the ten year old that he is and in a whiny, teary voice, goes… “Babaaaaa!” (Bonus points if it’s the first or second time he’s called Bruce baba instead of father)

What Damian didn’t take into account though, is that Batman and Robin aren’t the only ones on patrol that night. They made a big bust. The biggest part of the operation was over but they were still fighting a few stragglers. The whole fucking family is here.

And they all hear his cry.

Damian doesn’t think he’s ever seen a fight end so quickly. The henchmen only have a split-second of surprise before vanishing, being tackled or shot or having knives buried on their shoulders by his siblings.

The one that actually broke Damian’s nose is being beaten up by Nightwing, Damian doesn’t think he’s ever seen Grayson so angry.

A shadow kneels in front of him, father. Baba. He’s checking Damian and Todd is right at his side, both speaking in hushed tones, checking his injuries and wiping the tears that usually came with a broken nose.

And now… Damian is used to his father and Grayson treating him like a child, trying to be as soft as they can with him. Even Cain does it to some extent.

But… having Drake wrap an arm around him, calling him baby when knocking out one of the criminals that had hurt him ‘that’s my fucking baby brother!’ and continue to hold him later into the night on the couch, having Brown willingly give up all the snacks she keeps in her utility belt and promise to take him to Batburger the following day for milkshakes because he was ‘a champ’. And Thomas wraps his favorite blanket around Damian while they’re fixing him up.

Todd decides to stay the night at the manor. Which he never does. They all decide to spend the night at the manor when Damian still sniffles on the Batmobile and they have breakfast all of them together. Which Damian isn’t sure has ever happened before and Cain gets Alfred to make pancakes with chocolate chips instead of blueberries.

They call him baby in hushed whispers but for once, it doesn’t bother him even though it really should

But most of all, Bruce refuses to let him go for a good five minutes after he first cries for him. Smoothing down his hair and whispering that it’ll be okay and just being soft in a way Damian has never seen before.

He sleeps between his Baba and Grayson and he knows that Todd and Drake and Cain check in on them at least twice in the night for some reason.

And he realizes it’s… it’s nice. Maybe this really could be an effective battle strategy to be employed again someday.

[theerurishipper]

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Masterpost

[sairusboom]

Commission All/JC for @spriteofmushrooms

R.I.P. Jin Ling

This was the most interesting commission I've had in a long time. I LOVE drawing silly comics. Thank you for this opportunity!

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Crack prompt: Danny has declared war on the curses in Gotham. He is armed with a water balloon gun, but the balloons are full of medical-grade ectoplasm. He targets any location, ghost, or liminal being tainted by curses and/or corrupted ecto - absolutely drenching them before yeeting off again.

This includes the Bats. Danny is smart about it, though. He lived in Gotham for several months before acting, so he could get the lay of the land. He also waits for patrol to be finished before hitting the Bats - he doesn't want to interrupt their Quest to Better Gotham (or be labeled an invader to their haunt).

One night, Danny happens upon Batman patrolling alone and waits for him to finish cleaning up a crime scene before hitting they guy with a half-clip of balloons. Batman gives chase, like he always does, and Danny runs, like he always does. He knows by now that, for whatever reason, Crime Alley is off limits to Batman. The whole alley just gives off "no (other) bats allowed" vibes.

Red hood is just more territorial. Whatever.

At any rate, Danny is enjoying the chase, using just enough ghost powers to stay ahead of batman, almost-but-not-quite taunting him. Crime Alley isn't too far, so instead of turning invisible around a corner like he usually does, he makes his way to the Alley to see if the no-trasspassing rule is enough to stop Batman mid-chase. He leaps across rooftops and weaves through fire escapes, ecto-balloon-gun bouncing by its strap against his back, until finally he's at the border, slightly tapping into flight to make the jump across a slightly wider road into the alley proper.

He turns around immediately, spotting Batman skulking on the rooftop on the other side of the road, stopping the chase and suit half-covered in healing ectoplasm.

"Sanctuary!" Danny yells, pumping his fists in the air from getting caught up in the exciting rush of adrenaline, "I claim sanctuary!"

"Who the fuck is claiming sanctuary in my territory?" Red Hood booms from almost directly behind Danny. He would have yeeted out of his own skin from surprise if he hadn't spent years honing his ghost-fighting instincts. As it was, Danny instead whirled around and emptied the clip of balloons into Hood, purely out of reflex.

Hood stood there, drenched in ecto like his fellow Bat one rooftop over, glaring murder at Danny with glowing eyes. But his haunt betrayed Hood's true emotions.

Surprise, concern, impressed, you-little-brat.

Danny booked it to the fire escape and turned invisible the second he was out of sight.

[dissociativehyperfixating]

DPxDC Prompt

Danny doesn't have the best spatial awareness, you'd think he would given his bout as a vigilante, but his rogues all had the convenient ability of setting off his ghost sense and letting him know when to turn on his awareness.

So when he was taken in by Bruce Wayne in Gotham, far away from any ghosts or portals, he just didn't have any reason to be on guard. It worked well for him since his vigilante days were over and he could put all his focus on school again.

But you see, when he was first taken in, it was just him and his foster brother Tim staying at the manor.

Fast forward to now, Danny gets home from school to find not only Bruce waiting at the table for dinner, but a kid who looks surprisingly like Bruce??? The kid is small, rude and trying to be threatening in a way Danny doesn't really see as such, like the kid is like 8 how much could they really do???

Turns out a lot.

After Danny and Tim sat down and the introductions were made, Bruce filled them in on the situation that was Damian. Tim seemed to take it as a new puzzle, looking to Damian and Bruce periodically as if he could get answers simply by staring. Danny took it in stride, it isn't that unusually for a rich guy to have secret flings that result in children down the line.

Dinner was in full swing when it happened, there had been some bantering the entire time and many threats of bodily harm coming from Damian which weren't met with as many reprimands as Danny assumed it should. A distinct thunk sound was heard after a particularly harsh threat and Danny looked over to see a knife now embedded in Tim's chair where his head once was.

Before he could react, Bruce was standing with a sharp reprimand and Danny collided harshly with his chair as a new knife embedded itself in his shoulder. He cried out in shock, it has been over a year since his last ghost fight and honestly he forgot how much that hurts!

Aka, Bruce and Dick are forced to take Damian's threats more seriously when the civilian Danny is in the crossfire instead of just the trained vigilante Tim.

[atiyasnake]

@dissociativehyperfixating loved this and could not resist writing a bit

It had been a while since Danny actually was in pain. The stop on vigilante activities since being fostered had helped with that, considering the portal got shut off and the ghosts in Gotham were minor shades in comparison.

And sure, Danny might have missed it the tiniest bit. Some of the things he had done were pretty cool, and who wouldn't miss flying. But he had more time to do schoolwork and less reasons to get detentions or have someone nagging him that he just needed to work harder in his academics. That and there wasn't any ectoweaponry around here, so he didn't get zapped or shocked anymore either.

It was actually pretty nice.

So it threw him for a loop when suddenly he gasped in the burning pain shoulder at the dinner table. He actually never felt something like that at a dinner. The closest would be bitten or poked at by the reanimated hotdogs or the turkey at Thanksgiving. But this was on a completely different level. It was different from the burn and staticky feel of ectoweaponry or one of Vlads' inventions.

The closest he could compare it do was when his leg got stuck in that bear trap Vlad had set out in the forest one time. The metal teeth punctured his skin and squeezed, it had been excruciating. It also had taken him by surprise too, just like the knife.

"What the fuck?" Danny hissed out throug clenched teeth, finally peeling his eyes away from the knife digging into his shoulder to look at Damian instead. The kid had a sneer on his face and seemed nonplussed that he just threw a knife at Tim and him.

Thank the Ancients Tim had moved when he did, if he hadn't... Danny looked back to Tim's chair and where another knife was sticking out of the wood. It was right where Tim's head had been.

Danny didn't even know where Tim was right now, and there were raised voices. He could feel someone talking to him and a hand lightly touching his shoulder that was getting uncomfortably wet with warm blood. Everything felt a bit muffled to be honest, his vission was blurring from the tears that had welled up in his eyes at the pain. It was getting harder to breathe.

"You almost killed Tim," Danny said weakly in shock. The thought made him feel shakey. He hadn't talked that much to Tim. The older teen was usually busy or looked so tired that Danny hoped Bruce would get him to sleep. But he had helped Danny a couple of times on his homework and was nice company when they ran into each other and Tim actually relaxed from whatever else he had going on.

Tim was the one who somehow knew what questions Danny was thinking and answered them easily. He was the one who helped Danny not feel so out of place the first two weeks he had been here.

The idea that he could have been killed at what was supposed to a be a family dinner, something that Danny actually had started to look forward too, made him feel sick. It made him angry. It scared him.

Danny gritted his teeth and grabbed the plate with his other hand. Pushing through the pain from the motion that made him want to choke, he threw the plate across the table and yelled, "YOU ALMOST KILLED HIM."

Everything froze.

The plate hadn't even been able to reach Damian, Danny's throw too weak to get any further. Instead, it smashed against the table and the other's plate. Shards of pristine white went flying, but Danny didn't care.

Dinner was absolutely ruined, but it had been ruined the moment Damian had spouted some threats about being the bloodson and rightful heir. How did it even go all wrong? It was supposed to be a regular dinner. Alfred had mentioned trying a new dish.

But the idea of eating made him feel sick with the knife sticking out of him and Tim's chair. Damian was seething, spouting more threats. Some in a language he couldn't even place while Bruce had a stony look on his face Danny had never seen before. His chest hurt, and Danny couldn't stop crying.

He almost choked when he felt hands touch his face. His eyes whipped toward someone who was somehow in front of him now.

Blue eyes.

Tim.

It was Tim.

"Danny, I need you to breathe," Tim said, his voice as firm as Alfred's when anyone tried to enter the kitchen. He was...fine. Danny didn't see any blood and Tim's hands were warm against his face. Not a cut to be seen anywhere on his face or head

"Breathe, Danny, breathe." Tim repeated, and finally, he did. It hurt, and Danny felt disgusted with the way he could feel the knife slightly move at the motion.

"It hurts." Danny choked out.

"I know," Tim glanced to the side. "But you'll be fine. We'll get you patched up, and it'll be okay."

Another set of hands appeared, these a much older pair.

"I'm sorry about the plates, Alfred," He whispered.

Alfred gave him a comforting smile while he worked to stauch the bleeding. "It's quite alright, I had started to dislike that particular set."

Danny didn't call him out on the lie.

He was already ruining whatever cloth Alfred had grabbed with his blood. And dinner was definitely ruined, so what were a few plates?

[thatrandomsarahchick]

Tim is going to get so APPRECIATED by Danny after this, especially when he notices that Damian is focusing his ire mostly on him. That is HIS older brother. Nobody is just allowed to hurt him like that!

[twilightangel83]

Ok ok ok. But what if. What if after maybe a week after the stabbing Danny just shows up in Tim's room in the middle of the night (Tim has been temporarily benched from nighttime work due to how clingy Danny has been with him since this happened). Danny wakes him up, already holding two go-bags packed and is just like:

"Get up, we need to get out of here. This place isn't safe. We can find a better place than this." And Tim, Tim is confused. And concerned. First off how the heck did Danny get into his room without waking him up, let alone pack what looks like a bag of his things without him knowing (Tim had all sorts of things set up to protect his things. Especially since Damian came into the house). But also, why did Danny think they needed to leave? Was this about Damian stabbing Danny? That would be understandable, but they'd been making progress on that (Damian had been told in no uncertain terms that attacking a civilian was not ok).

But when Tim expresses this the look Danny gives him is one of pure heartbreak. The younger boy moves over to kneel on the bed and grab his foster brother's hands between his own and proceeds to tell Tim that his life is imporant too. And Danny doesn't think this place was safe or healthy for Tim in any way, shape, or form. Because while Danny had gotten stabbed in the arm Tim nearly died. He would have died if he hadn't dodged. That knife would have killed him. And no one here seemed to care. Not even Tim himself. They all kept doting on Danny, but no one really reacted to the attack on Tim (or any of the future, if less possibly deadly, attacks on Tim since then).

Danny desperately wants his foster brother to understand that he's worth so much more than this. That his life is important. And that a place that doesn't treat him like he was expendable.

Tim is....taken off guard. It's kind of nice to know that Danny cares so much, but he doesn't know how to explain that he wasn't really in that much danger. Since he was trained to deal with that sort of thing. He was fine. Really (don't think about how much of a relief it was that someone was upset that he could have died. Don't think about how no one but Danny spoke out when Damian threatened his life. Don't think about it). But he can't explain any of that without outing himself as a member of the Bats. And outing the rest as well.

What is Tim supposed to do in this situation?

(Don't know if it would fit, but I also had an image of Tim coming out and telling Danny about his vigilante persona and Danny just. Doesn't care. Like being trained to deal with threats doesn't mean your life is worth less than a civilian's. And it still doesn't justify an attempted murder as his dinner table by another member of the household (Danny would know. Jazz made sure to press this into his mind more than once).

[sayatumbles]

If Tim were to tell Danny that it was okay- that Tim is a trained vigilante who was never in any real danger- Danny would be Even More Upset. No, Tim! It is Not Okay that you got attacked in your home by someone who was meant to be family! You're meant to be safe at home! Home is supposed to be the one place you can finally relax and let your guard down; you shouldn't have to be on the lookout for your own family members trying to kill you.

The fact that Bruce and Dick have both gone out of their way to scold Damian every time he tries anything against Danny but haven't said a word when he attacks Tim? Danny hates it. Tim has just as much right to feel safe in his own home as Danny does.

The icing on the cake is when Danny says that the Manor is turning out to be just like his previous home.

Tim and the others never managed to get much out of Danny about his home life. He had told them that his house became dangerous for him, that it wasn't even safe for his big sister anymore but at least she was away for college. When they had suggested legal action against his parents, though, Danny had had a full blown panic attack, begging them not to let them find him.

So the fact that this was hitting a nerve for Danny? Not a good sign.

[queenofthequillandink]

So really, what is Tim supposed to do but go? Danny's got a steely look in his eyes that Tim's never seen before and his voice is shaking, but his hands aren't, gripping two duffle bags like they hold everything important in the world.

Which, well. They kind of do.

"I have better go bags packed, if you don't mind a detour," Tim whispers, because he is nothing if not prepared and over prepared for every possibility. He's earned his paranoia. He wishes Danny hadn't earned his too.

So Danny follows him across the grounds to Drake Manor and Tim can't even bother to care that they're leaving clear footprints in the frost. Let Bruce and Dick see and know. He doesn't choke up in the back of his childhood closet when he gently disentangles the bags he has packed for him and Danny from the ones for Bruce, Dick, Alfred, Babs, Steph, and Cass, but it's a close thing. There would have been one here for Damian, if things had gone differently.

They wouldn't need the bags if things had gone differently.

They slip out into the night, Tim on a backup cycle with Danny behind him, their things secured as best as Bat-taught knots can get them. He left a note, filled with codes and counter codes, telling Bruce that they left of their own free will. It won't stop him from looking... At least it wouldn't have, before Damian. Now? Tim's not so sure.

He's not sure where they're going, either. He's been other places, but he's never lived anywhere but Gotham.

He's not sure what to do with the way something in his chest unknots and loosens as their tires eat away the asphalt under them and Gotham fades away until it can't reach them, even in the rearview.

[queenofthequillandink]

"I already knew, you know."

Tim glances over at Danny. They're leaned up against a highway guardrail outside a greasy diner somewhere nameless in West Virginia, watching the sun rise. "Knew what?"

Danny picks at the tortilla wrapped around his honestly lackluster looking breakfast burrito. "About your, uh... nighttime... bird watching?" Tim stares blankly at him as Danny cringes. "Sorry, it's the best wording I could come up with," he says, rubbing the back of his neck as he glances around conspicuously.

"I can't believe you think the thing I had an issue with was your wording. What do you mean you knew?"

"Well y'all weren't exactly subtle." The look Danny levels at him is so judgemental it puts Alfred to shame. "I live with y'all. You went up to 'bed' perfectly fine and came down injured like. Multiple times. I know I'm oblivious, but I'm not that oblivious." He pauses, shredding more of the burrito, takes a deep breath and adds, a little shakily, "Ancients, now I know how Jazz felt when I was still trying to hide my vigilante injuries from her. She must have been tearing her hair out waiting for me to tell her."

Tim freezes, his plastic fork of pancakes halfway to his mouth. "I'm sorry, you're gonna have to run that one by me again."

Danny still won't meet his eyes, squinting up at the rising sun instead. "I was, y'know. Like you. Or, I guess I'd be lumped in more with the Flash or Superman or whatever."

Powered. A powered vigilante. It's so patently fucking ridiculous that Bruce managed to find yet another black-haired, blue-eyed orphan who likes to run around at night in kevlar (please, G-d, let Danny have had adequate protection in whatever he ran around in) that a giggle bursts out of Tim. Then another. And another, until he's laughing as tears run down his face, Danny staring at him in concern.

"Sorry, sorry," Tim says, hiccupping as he finally manages to wrestle his hysterics under control. "Just. Of course Bruce managed to find another orphan who flings himself at danger headfirst instead of dealing with his problems."

Danny smiles shakily. "Except for the orphan part, guilty as charged."

Right. Danny still has terrible parents, somewhere. They'll have to worry about that at some point, maybe. "So, why'd you stop when you came to Gotham? I like to think we'd have noticed someone else running around."

Danny shrugs, finally taking a full bite of his food, chewing as he thinks. "They didn't need me anymore. It- They-" He stops, takes a deep breath, and looks at Tim. "I don't know when I'll be able to tell you the whole thing. I can't right now, but I swear I will. Just suffice to say my friend Sam disagreed with the thing that was causing most of the town's Rogue problems. Violently. She and Tucker completely trashed the la-" Danny almost chokes on the word before taking a violent bite of burrito. "Well. They took care of it. I think Sam might still be doing community service for that, actually. Her parents kept her from juvie, and she made sure Tucker didn't get caught, so. Any lingering problems, our town's other vigilante can take care of."

Tim frowns, stuffing a forkful of rapidly cooling pancakes in his mouth. "What town has two vigilantes, one of whom disappeared suddenly, that I haven't heard of? You're not from Canada, are you?" He still should have heard about it, even in Canada, but it's the only thing he can think of.

Danny grimaces. "No, the town is in the US. Or, at least, it's never not been in the US."

"What the hell does that mean?"

Danny's back to fidgeting with his food instead of eating it, mouth twisiting uncomfortably. "It's complicated. The town's... hard to find, if you're not from there. And it, uh. Moves. It's been in a couple different states, though it's always in the Midwest. One time it was in Illinois, so we went on a class field trip to Chicago, and when we tried to go back, it was in Ohio. That was a mess." Danny smiles, small but fond, though it fades when he catches a glimpse of Tim's incredulous stare. His hand goes up to rub the back of his neck as his shoulders hunch. "It's, like, a supernatural thing. And also the government is involved, so. Like I said. Complicated."

Tim could press for more details. Something in him itches for information, to know everything he can possibly know about this dangerous town that could potentially cause problems for the two of them. Bruce would probably say he should press, that a fellow vigilante would have to understand the need to know, to prepare. But-

But Danny's shoulders are hunched around his ears and he's half curling away from Tim. But he's picked enough of his tortilla to shreds that the burrito filling is threatening to spill all over the cheap aluminum foil and Danny's hand. But they're both out here because of Bruce's expectations of what a vigilante "should" deal with, for the sake of the cause.

The sudden mental image of Bruce telling Danny to just bear with it because Damian's adjusting, he just doesn't understand, and he "can think of it like extra vigilance training, right?" makes Tim's blood boil. The thought of Bruce treating Danny like... like he treated Tim.

Ah. Tim can maybe understand why Danny showed up with packed bags in the middle of the night.

Instead of all the burning questions rattling around his brain, Tim takes a deep breath and says, "Man, and I thought living in Gotham was weird."

Danny's shoulders drop and he looks over at Tim with an expression so hopeful, it breaks Tim's heart. "Nah, living in Gotham is still weird as hell," he jokes back, a breathless grin on his face. His teeth look like they're maybe a little sharper than they should be. Has Tim really not noticed that before? "I mean, come on, you have a man-eating crocodile-person living in the sewers, dude."

"That's the Gotham special sauce. Guaranteed to make your life worse!" They both grin at each other, a little manic, and in a flash of inspiration, Tim suddenly realizes where he's headed. "Hey, if we go to Kansas, is your mystery town going to drop on top of us?"

Danny takes a thoughtful bite as Tim finally remembers he has food too and crams an entire cold pancake in his mouth at once. He's had worse. "Eh, probably not. It shows up in the Great Lake states a little more often than the plains states. And also, it doesn't just like. Drop on top of people. As far as I know." He looks suddenly preturbed.

"Cool." Tim consciously decides not to unpack that particular issue right now and pushes himself off the railing, closing the lid of his now empty takeout box. "In that case, we should probably find somewhere to stay and sleep because it's, quote, 'inadvisable,' end quote, for me to drive a motorcycle when I haven't slept in over 24 hours."

"Yeah, I'd agree with that," Danny says, cracking a smile. He takes one last big bite of burrito before wrapping the remains in the foil and following Tim to the roadside trash can. "What's in Kansas?"

Tim thinks of the few times he's visited Conner at the Kent's farm, the warm, homey feel of it that's still utterly foreign to him. "A friend. Somewhere to rest, maybe to stay." Mrs. Kent certainly won't turn them away. In fact, when she finds out why they're there, Tim has a suspicion he's going to have to stop her from calling Bruce immediately to yell at him.

Danny tries to lob his wrapper into the trash like a basketball and misses wildly, grumbling as he goes to pick it up. "A place to rest sounds nice."

Tim turns west, taking in the way the still-rising sun paints the Appalachian scenery a gentle gold. In Gotham, the sunrise is more likely to be cold and gray, hidden behind clouds. There's probably a metaphor in there, but he's too tired to think of it right now. "Yeah, it sure does, huh? C'mon, let's get going."

[queenofthequillandink]

It takes almost exactly 24 hours of driving, spread over four days, to end up on the Kent's doorstep.

They detour a few times. Once, still in West Virginia, Tim stares down an ATM camera as he hits his maximum withdrawal limit for three separate identities and his own bank account and then tricks the machine into giving him more. If Bruce is looking, it won't even be hard to find them. Something reckless in Tim doesn't care at the same time he wants to turn around and drive back to New Jersey to prove to that stupid little brat that he's not running.

But. He is running. And maybe he deserves to run, but it burns all the same. He's supposed to be Robin! Robin doesn't run, he stands and fights!

The last time one of Tim's supposed brothers tried to kill him, he almost succeeded because Tim stood and fought. The only reason he's even alive is because Jason didn't even care about him, in particular, only Robin.

There's a lot to think about as he drives is what Tim's saying.

They left Gotham on a Friday night. It's a gorgeous, sunny Monday afternoon when Tim knocks on the door to the Kent family farmhouse, feeling abruptly foolish and like this was an abysmally stupid idea.

Martha Kent flings open the door faster than Tim expected, hands already on her hips. "Timothy Jackson Drake, your father is worried sick! What's gotten into you?"

Abruptly, shamefully, Tim feels his eyes burn as Danny audibly shifts behind him. "Hi Mrs. Kent. Can we come in?"

A hand on his arm. Tim glances back to see Danny frowning at Martha. "We can go. I'd hate to be a bother somewhere else," he mutters.

"You're not a bother for not wanting to get stabbed!" Tim snaps.

Martha's eyes widen as her lips thin. "I'm beginning to think Bruce left some things out of his explanation when he called to see if you'd been by. Why don't you two come in and fill in the blanks? Tim, I've met. Who's your friend?"

"This is Danny. My brother." Tim holds his head a little higher, almost daring Martha to contradict him, but she simply nods.

"I'm Martha Kent, but you can call me Martha if you want, sweetheart. Conner should be home from school in about half an hour. Until then, why don't I make some coffee and you can tell me what Bruce didn't."

"May I use your bathroom first, Mrs. Kent?" Danny asks, edging through the open door after Tim like a wild animal testing to see if the hand holding food is about to grab.

Tim frowns. "Oh, it's time to change your bandage, right? Take the first aid kit with you." Danny accepts it quietly, following Martha's directions around the corner.

As soon as he's gone, Martha turns to him with one eyebrow raised. "Bandages? Stabbed? Tim, what on Earth happened?"

So Tim takes a deep breath. And tells her.

When he finishes, Martha is so spitting mad he's a little surprised she's not breathing fire. "The nerve of that man!" she seethes. "He told me you two ran away because you were having trouble adjusting to having a new boy in the house."

Danny snorts, rounding the corner with such perfect timing that Tim knows he's been listening. "I don't think we were the ones with a problem."

"I'll say," Martha mutters. "I'll make allowances for cultural differences and adjustment periods, but not for acts of violence. I oughta call him right now, give him a piece of my mind-"

"Who is Ma decimating now?" calls Kon as the front door opens. "Hi Ma, hi Tim."

Tim rolls his eyes. "Stop greeting people by heartbeat," he calls back. "What if Danny wasn't already in the know? How am I supposed to explain that?"

"What are you talking about, there's no one else-" Kon rounds the corner and freezes, he and Danny staring at each other like startled deer. "...hi," Kon finally says. "Are you aware that you don't have a heartbeat?"

Tim chokes on nothing, whirling to stare at Danny, who shrinks back in his chair, looking a little wild around the eyes. "...I have one, it's just slower than you're expecting. It probably didn't register as a heartbeat."

Frowning, Kon furrows his brow before it smooths out. "Oh, there it is. What is that, eight beats a minute?"

"Five to seven, last time we measured."

"Huh." Kon points at himself. "Half Kryptonian, attempted clone of Superman, what's your deal?"

Danny somehow slides a little further down in his chair. "...half dead." Tim chokes on spit. Kon's eyes widen comically, and Tim hears Martha suck in a breath through her teeth. "I, uh, I have a clone too? I don't know if you've ever met another clone before, it might be nice for you. She's somewhere in Romania, I think, but I could probably get a hold of her, if she bothers to check her email any time in the next century-"

"Damn," Tim chokes out, cutting off Danny's ramble. "When you said you were a vigilante, I didn't think you meant you got the whole deluxe treatment. Usually that's the big city vigilante kind of messed up." It's a testament to how shaken Martha is that she doesn't tell him off for swearing.

Danny hitches one shoulder up, half a shrug, and doesn't meet anyone's eyes. "Well, you know me. Only one thing in the world I ever did by halves." He snorts sardonically at a joke only he gets before the smile vanishes and he levels a look at Martha. "Just... I mean, can you give me a few minutes to start running, if you're going to call the cops or the Justice League or somebody on me? I still have my bag packed and everything."

Martha looks like her heart is breaking, which is fair, because that's about how Tim feels. "Oh, honey, no, I'm not calling anybody on you. I might call Bruce to give him a piece of my mind, but otherwise, you're right as rain to stay right here."

Kon whistles through his teeth, cutting off whatever Danny was about to say. "What'd Bruce do?"

"Let his new kid stab Danny and try to stab me."

Kon's eye abruptly flare red. "What? Tim-"

"Please do not fly to Gotham to fist fight Bruce. He has Kryptonite in the house."

"I could just punch him once, really fast," Kon wheedles, hands clenched in shaking fists. "He wouldn't even have time to register that I was there."

Martha takes a deep breath, pulling herself together. "There will be none of that, young man. If you have energy to burn off, you can go throw around haybales."

Kon breathes in sharply before letting his shoulders slump, just a little, and unclenching his fists. "No, ma'am. I'm fine. Can I show Danny and Tim around?"

"Just trying to get out of chores," she says, fond. "Go ahead, dear.

Tim turns to Danny, who's been sitting half out of his chair and watching everyone with wary eyes, clearly ready to bolt. He decides that the best way forward is just to ignore that, offering a hand to haul Danny up from the table. "C'mon, the Kents have some cows that are pretty cute, if you're into that kind of thing."

Tim keeps the warm feeling in his chest off his face when Danny only hesitates a second before grabbing his hand. "Okay. If you think it'll be alright."

Kon shoves himself between them, slinging one arm around Tim's shoulders and one around Danny's. The other boy tenses for a split second before absolutely melting into the contact. "Yeah, it'll be fine. C'mon, Ma wants to fuss over the guest room, let's go before we get roped into helping."

Tim laughs and even Danny cracks a smile as they stumble out into the mid-afternoon sunshine. Maybe, hopefully someday soon, they'll even get a laugh out of him.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help masterpost

(On Hiatus for the rest of the month while I work on other things)

Soon after Danny takes two of the failed clones into his body his parents let Vlad take him to a Gala in Gotham. When the Bats clock that he is pregnant they work to get him away from Vlad, find out how and why this happened to him, and fix it.

Danny is just relieved to finally have some adults on his side, and be able to relax and focus on himself and the babies.

Part 1 - Gala and discovery

Part 2 - confronting Vlad and calling The Guy

part 3 - Research and meeting Zatana

part 4 - Raiding Amity

part 5 - Jazz and Danny reunite

part 6 - Jazz's power point

part 7- Damian and Danny bond and Jason comes back

Part 8- Jason meets Jazz

Part 9- Jason meets Danny (finally)

Part 10- Danny calls his friends

Part 11- First date (part 1)

part 12- first date (part 2)

Part 13- Danny's doctors appointment

Part 14- Jason and Danny go camping

Part 15- Vlad crashes the party

Part 16- Frostbite comes to give various check ups

Part 17 - meeting the Justice League

Too many people very kindly asked to be tagged so I've made a master post people can subscribe to! I will reply to this post to inform anyone subscribed about new chapters. Thank you

Please don't reply to this post!

[jojo56830]

“I’ll drink to your leg” -Jaws

some, in particular, will make just about anything into friendly competition. Usually, something involving skills or experience. I wouldn’t say princesses though (whichever Zelda, it’s still Zelda)

based off these guys 

[schiste-argileux-deactivated202]

ITS TIME.

Take this quiz to find out what Slander/Flanderized Version of the LU Boys you are! There are over 20 routes, so feel free to redo the quiz (but be authentic the first time cuz its funnier that way). https://uquiz.com/d1e6KV EDIT: Master List of Personalities

[birb-boyo]

I can’t believe this💀💀💀

I GOT LEGEND??? IM NOT LEGEND???

@vio-starzz @mushr0oms-and-m0ss @trippygalaxy @shadowlinktheshadow @treasure-goblin

[shadowlinktheshadow]

sky baby 💜💜 (I know nothing about him 💀)

open tags I am not feeling good rn

[h4wari]

AYO WHAT THE FUCK yeah, Im fine with this JFKWJFKKWKFKEKDKSJDJS I love all my babies and Main Characters are overrated

Go have your harsh development while I go to the beach and have fun :3c

Baby tags: @wayfayrr @mushroomwoods @peepthatbish @dreaming-of-lu @cloudninetonine @trippygalaxy @wildmousesword

[mushroomwoods]

hm… and to that I say.

oh well. no pressure tag, as always, to my lovely @yourlocaltreesimp and anyone else who wants to join.

[yourlocaltreesimp]

bbg.

Accurate though, i’m scared of mischaracterising him

tags

@litrllyvoid @trippygalaxy @quiteliterallyilliterate @fourstarsoutofnine @justpoliteconversations

and of course anyone who’d like to join

[aomine-kuroko]

This is very true. I love big brother twilight.

[lazycats-stuff]

Can you do a batfam x baby bro reader? Where Bruce puts reader in a Batman onesie and it was cute and when they boys see it they all start fighting, which turns physical quick, over who’s costume reader should wear a onesie of next

There would be murder in the manor anon, not just a fight. Couldn't find a gif with a Batman onesie so have this baby hippo. Also, a short fluffy story for melting hearts.

Summary: Bruce buys (Y/N) a Batman onesie. It ends up in a fight.

Warnings: Brothers fight for their baby bro.

It was started on a Saturday morning. Alfred had to go to the grocery store and Bruce decided to tag in. (Y/N) was too and Bruce thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to take (Y/N) with him. Alfred didn't oppose to it and (Y/N) needed to see a little bit more about the world.

And that's why Alfred, Bruce and (Y/N) were in Target just browsing for groceries. Bruce and (Y/N) in his arms were just walking around. Bruce stopped at the clothing department. (Y/N) had a lot of onesies, but what caught his eyes was a Batman one.

Bruce smiled at that, walking to them. He took one, showing it to his (Y/N).

" What do you think? Should we buy it? " Bruce said and (Y/N) started laughing. " You got it. " Bruce said, adjusting (Y/N) in his arms and started walking back to Alfred.

" Hey Alfred, what do you think? " Bruce asked, showing him the onesie. Alfred chuckled, pushing the cart.

" This will cause a fight back home. " Alfred said and the two started moving to the register.

" Oh come on. It's just a onesie Alfred. " Bruce said and Alfred shook his head.

" Say that to them. " Alfred said, waiting to be checked out. " I mean, why would they fight over a onesie. "

" Because they love their brother very much. " Alfred pointed out.

" I know, but still over a onesie? "

" Master Bruce, they will fight. Trust me on this. "

They came home 30 minutes later and Bruce quickly changed his son into a Batman onesie. Alfred quietly shook his head at the sight. He loves his grandson, but this was going to be messy.

After 10 minutes, everyone started pilling into the kitchen. And each one stopped, starring at their baby brother. They would usually run up to their brother, pick him up and just kiss his head.

(Y/N) was the anchor of the family and the brothers wanted to protect him and kill for him.

" I'm sorry, why is he wearing a Batman onesie? " Jason asked, pointing at his baby brother.

" Why not? " Bruce retorted and the brothers started glaring at each other.

" He should wear a Robin one. " Damian said and that has started a big argument. Bruce glanced at Alfred who just smirked in response. Jesus Christ.

It was all kind of good until somebody threw a first punch. Bruce had to step back, but the four brothers moved to the living room, away from (Y/N).

" Hey! " Bruce yelled out, but he wasn't heard at all. The tornado of four boys continued outside to the garden. There were grunts and one of them is going to end up breaking something.

" What have I done? " Bruce asked himself. (Y/N) just watched in wonder tilting his head in wonder.

" Interesting noises huh. " Bruce talked to his son, who giggled and reached for Bruce's nose.

" Yeah, I know. Alfred, holding him while I make sure that those idiots don't kill one another. " Bruce said and Alfred took his grandson gladly.

" Master (Y/N), I have told him so. " Alfred said, listening to Bruce yelling. He shook his head at his other grandsons. " Hopefully, you will be more calm than them when you grow up. "

(Y/N) just started giggling.

[lazycats-stuff]

U know those adorable videos where big brothers are the most gentle and just keep picking up and kissing their baby sibling no matter if the baby was sleeping or not? I imagine babybatbro (triple B lol) will be napping next to Bruce in bed and then which ever batbro will come in and steal the baby with no explanation hehe, I'd like to see something like that with all 4 batbros please

Awww... My heart, my cold heart is melting slowly but surely... So much fluff...

Summary: (Y/N) loves to nap, but everyone keeps picking him up.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, minor cursing,

Babies are wonderful little creatures. So cute, adorable, extremely cuddly, kind of defenseless, but one hell of a boost for serotonin. Babies were also a source of anxiety. Whenever (Y/N) cried, one of the boys or Bruce or Alfred would check on him and would gently shush him and try to figure out what was wrong with their little brother, son or grandson.

Usually it was easy, but sometimes it was a little bit more complex. No one ever said that raising a child is an easy feat. It's incredibly difficult, but also fulfilling at the same time. You get some incredible memories on the way and a nice cuddle bug who to a certain degree has a calming effect on you.

Of course, while the baby is calm and sleeping.

Speaking of sleeping, (Y/N) loved to nap. Whenever he could nap, he would. Public, home... It does not matter where they were, (Y/N) would nap. Even when the press was around and was loud, if it was nap time, (Y/N) was out cold. It was funny to see it and nothing but hunger or a soiled diaper would wake him up.

More importantly, the little bat or little shit if you ask Jason, loved to sleep next to someone in bed. And considering the fact that every member of the family needed a nap, (Y/N) was a perfect person to nap with. Some said that (Y/N) was like a cat. You know, eat on time, sleep on time...

Almost like a little kitten almost.

And when (Y/N) was asleep and cuddling with someone, those who weren't napping would take the little baby. At this point, they only used nicknames like little bat or kitten.

Now, back to the napping situation.

Whenever (Y/N) was napping with someone, the others would just take the little baby into their own arms and slowly move away from the original napping person. Yes, it may sound confusing.

For example, if (Y/N) and Bruce were napping, Jason would come in, sneakily take (Y/N) into his arms, gently of course.

The first time anything like that happened, Bruce was napping with (Y/N), in Bruce's room. It was quiet and Jason wanted to see his little brother. So what does on do to go get his little brother? He sneaks into Bruce's room and ever so quietly takes the napping baby into his arms and slowly sneaks out of the room to go to his own room.

When Bruce woke up he looked for his son. He found him with Jason after 10 minutes of searching. Jason simply waved at him while (Y/N) was slowly waking up in his arms. Bruce just sighed and left to get some coffee.

Jason chuckled quietly and cuddled his baby brother who was waking up, slowly cooing and squirming in Jason's arms and Jason nearly puked from the atomic bomb that (Y/N) has dropped at the moment in his diaper.

" Oh you cheeky little- " Jason cut himself off with a gag before going to (Y/N)'s room to change the diaper and not die from the smell. He gagged as he undid the diaper and threw it in the trash. He is weak. He is Red Hood, but he is weak. However, this could be considered as a bio weapon.

Jason cleaned (Y/N) up, who was wiggling his legs and giggling. Jason smiled and then put on a clean onesie and then took him into his arms.

The second time that taking a napping little baby happened was when Jason was napping with (Y/N). He was sleeping in his room, his brother in his arms. And who dares to disturb them? Damian. He wanted to spend time with his little brother.

So what does Damian do?

After a second of planning he sneaks in and ever so gently takes his little baby brother into his arms, shushing him gently in Arabic when he started fussing. Then, Damian, slowly made his way to his room, gently humming to him to keep him quiet.

Once in his room, Damian started cooing to (Y/N) in Arabic. Yes, Damian has said to Bruce that (Y/N) should know Arabic. It's a language worth knowing, what can he say?

Once Jason woke up, he was pissed. Whoever took (Y/N) was a bastard. He grumbled as he started looking for his baby brother. He glared when he entered Damian's room. And more so when he saw Damian smirking, in the condescending way.

" You are weak Todd. What if I was a burglar? "

Damian was lucky that (Y/N) was in his arms.

Third time when it happened was when Tim took (Y/N) from Dick. Dick was sleeping on the couch, which was outstretched so it could accommodate Dick and (Y/N). It was a nice, rainy afternoon, perfect for a little nap with a little, warm and cuddly baby.

So that's what Dick did.

He took his little brother into his arms, laid him on a couch, covered him with a blanket and closed his eyes. He put his arm over his brother and fell asleep quickly. It was nice to fall asleep with his little brother and the sound of rain falling.

Well, it was nice until Tim popped into the living room.

Tim also wanted to have his brother in his arms. Everyone hogs the poor baby and Tim needs to make sure that he has his time with the baby too. Tim ever so gently picked his little brother up and left to his room. But not before leaving Dick a note saying where (Y/N) is.

When Dick woke up, confused as to where his baby brother is. Safe to say, he wasn't a happy camper when he saw what has happened. More so at the note. He just grumbled and went back to napping.

And the fourth time when (Y/N) was 'kidnapped' was when Dick took (Y/N) from Tim. The two fell asleep while they were watching a movie. And Dick, very gently took his brother into his arms, happy to have his brother back.

And once of the best things about (Y/N)?

He could sleep through anything as he was a heavy sleeper. He rarely ever made a sound while he was sleeping. So Dick took his brother back into his arms and simply left. And without a note even. Dick laughed in his room afterwards, happy to take his revenge.

This was all some revenge, but not a vicious cycle by any means. It was nice, fluffy, harmless revenge. (Y/N) was happy to be cuddled and held, especially during napping. And if it was a competition between the brothers...

Oh well.

[lazycats-stuff]

May i request a baby bat (preferably male) that's left at home with a babysitter (it was after Alfred's surgery or he could just be sick but he's resting) while everyone is out on missions and the babysitter is completely ignoring the babies cries for food and a diaper change while titus is trying to comfort him (btw i noticed that you write titus as doberman even though he's a great dane? Please don't take offense i didn't know if this was on purpose or not so i just thought I'll point it out!) baby ends up crawling out of his crib, out of the doggy door and into the streets in only a diaper and shorts and of course titus is right behind, every time baby tries to go into traffic titus is gently nudging him away with his snout , every time a random person tries to pick up the baby and take him to the police titus is not having it, until eventually word reaches the batfam about this and they go to investigate and the unbelievable anger they felt after watching the camera footage of inside their house, you can choose what happens to the babysitter but family fluff with the baby please! Sorry if this is long i just heard from other writers that the more details they have the easier it is to write, thank you!

Okay, thank you for pointing it out that Titus is a great dane because, I could swear on anything, that Titus is a Doberman. I'm not sure whether or not I need new glasses or a new brain. And don't worry, I'm not offended, just shocked that I'm that dumb and blind. Either way lets get to writing.

Summary: (Y/N) has to be babysat by somebody outside of the family. It doesn't end well.

Warnings: child neglect, Titus is the best dog, the batfam loosing their minds, again child neglect if anyone is sensitive to that, babysitter is awful.

This GIF is in honor of Titus and I know Titus isn't the same color, but it's too cute.

Bruce was very hesitant to leave his young son with an outsider. He was a baby and Bruce might be protective, but this is his first son who was a baby, so unable to defend himself, so vulnerable. Jason sometimes said a bit stupid, but that they had a sense of who was who.

Whenever he cried, Bruce was the one to calm him down. And (Y/N) could tell when to do help out the family. He still remembers how Lex took him from his arms and Jason was ready to deck him. What did (Y/N do?

Threw up on a very expensive Italian suit. Bruce was apologizing, but with absolutely no sincerity in his voice. Jason took (Y/N) at the time, cooing at the baby, wiping his mouth with a tissue.

Bruce was impressed with how much babies had a sense for people. Maybe that should have been thinking of that when he hired the babysitter. (Y/N) was fine with Bruce, but with the babysitter he got a bit fussy. But Bruce brushed it off, thinking it must be because she is new. But Bruce had no choice. Alfred is recovering and they are swamped with missions.

And it seems that (Y/N) was right about his feeling about this babysitter. After caring for a few hours, (Y/N) was forgotten. Bruce had given the babysitter a very specific schedule on when (Y/N) was supposed to be fed and when he was going to go to sleep.

(Y/N) was crying, because he was hungry. He was squirming in his crib, the diaper heavy due to being unchanged. The only person who seemed to care, well, an animal who seemed to care was Titus, Damian's dog. The Great Dane fell in love with (Y/N) from the moment he has seen him as a newborn.

Everyone was slightly worried, but the Great Dane was great with (Y/N). Always near him, always coming to check on him when he is crying, or just to watch him play. Even when Damian is taking him for a walk or just to play outside, he always has to have (Y/N) watching. So more often then not, Damian is carrying (Y/N) in a baby carrier while in the yard with Titus.

And Titus came to (Y/N)'s room, wondering why his baby brother was crying. He sniffed his hands and gave them a lick to comfort his brother. (Y/N) stopped crying for a second, but he still sniffled. Titus sniffed down at the diaper. He whined a bit from the smell too.

Bruce said that Titus had a superpower when it came to (Y/N)'s diapers. Although just a good sense of smell, Titus alerted everyone when (Y/N)'s diaper needed to be changed. Anyone he could find, he would lead them to (Y/N).

Now (Y/N) was slightly less upset, but still upset. Titus tilted his head when he saw how (Y/N) turned on his stomach and started moving through a small opening. (Y/N) was now crawling out of the room and Titus followed. The babysitter was laughing on the phone, laughing at whatever the friend said.

(Y/N) crawled to the kitchen, stopping for a second. He moved to the back door, crawling through the doggy door. Titus followed without hesitation, walking right behind (Y/N).

Eventually, they have reached the city. Titus was never a fan of it, believe it or not. He preferred the backyard and its quietness. He never liked the smell of it either.

(Y/N) tried to get to the road and Titus was quick to push him away from them. They continued walking and it looked like something out a movie. Maybe a children's cartoon.

And not a good one.

A lady tried to pick (Y/N) up, but Titus made a biting sound at her, not wanting her to take his baby brother. She backed off and (Y/N) continued on his adventure. Well, there was some luck to it. James Gordon aka Jim Gordon was driving by and stopped the car.

He met the family and they were good friends. He recognized Titus and he recognized (Y/N). He stopped the car and got out, moving towards the animal baby duo.

" (Y/N)! What are you doing here champ? " Gordon said, crouching down in front of the baby. Titus bared his teeth, but relaxed when he saw that it was Gordon.

" And what are you doing here Titus? Either way, lets get you both to the station. "

(Y/N) was picked up and Titus waited in front on the passengers side. Gordon opened it and Titus squeezed himself in. Gordon sat back inside and went directly to the station. He needed to change (Y/N)'s diapers and call Bruce Wayne. Something is off.

Bruce was on the way back home, just ready to crash. His kids were with him too and they all wanted to see (Y/N) after being separated for so long. It felt awful. All of a sudden there was a call in the car. Bruce accepted, not even looking at who it was.

" Yes? "

" Hey Bruce, it's Jim. There is some news about your youngest. "

Everyone was alert now.

" What do you mean? "

" He was found wandering the streets. Titus was with him, moving him away from the traffic. Is anyone watching him? "

" Babysitter is supposed to... Why? " Bruce asked, now worried.

" Well, he was in a desperate need of a diaper change and a bottle. He downed a bottle. "

Bruce was speechless. What!?

" Okay, I'm going to the station now, I also have the camera feed on my phone so I can check what the hell happened. " Bruce said, taking his phone out. He unlocked and handed it to Tim next to him.

" Tim, check the footage. I want to know what's happening. " Bruce said, taking a sharp turn.

" Hang on, let me find it. " Tim said, looking for the said footage.

Bruce floored the gas pedal, making sure to be fast as possible. He parked with a screech and everyone got out of the car. Bruce and the others went inside, moving quickly to the offices and they saw Titus and people around him, just petting him, but Gordon was sitting in the chair with (Y/N) on his lap.

" Hey Bruce. " Gordon said, watching the distraught father taking his son into his arms, cooing and swaying him.

" Oh my son, what were you doing in the streets? " Bruce said, kissing his son on the head. Titus went to Damian and Damian gave him scratches and praises.

" Good boy, you followed (Y/N) and made sure he was safe. "

" I have something B. It seems that the babysitter ignored (Y/N). " Tim said and everyone crowded around Tim to see. Everyone in the room looked in shock as they watched the babysitter ignore (Y/N). Titus was there to comfort him at least.

" Oh no. Oh hell no old man. " Jason said, clenching his fists.

" Don't worry mister Todd, we will arrest her. " Gordon said.

" Good. Oh my poor brother. Hand him over. " Jason said, taking (Y/N) into his arms.

" Damian, remind me to buy Titus everything he wants next time we go to the pet shop. " Jason said, kissing his brother's head.

" Will do. Now can we go to the manor to arrest her? " Damian asked, and Gordon agreed.

The babysitter walked out of the manor in cuffs, protesting. Bruce didn't waste his words, he went to his room and laid down on the bed and then laying (Y/N) down on his chest.

The others filed in, laying down to Bruce on both sides. They were comfortable on the Alaskan bed, happy to be near their baby brother.

" Night everyone. " Bruce said.

There were murmurs of good night and all of them could finally fall asleep, with their baby brother near them. Oh and Titus?

That good boy, no, the best boy laid down at the foot of the bed, also guarding the little boy.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt. Family? Assemble!

Reporter: Gotham News, and we have a new supervillain on the line. Mr Phantom, what are your demands at the moment? Phantom with lack of sleep and with tears: I..I want a titanium model of a spaceship! And to get a good night’s sleep and to go to the local school…and some fudge and.. Reporter: Oh, my bad. Just one question for clarification, are you by any chance an orphan or are your parents villains? Phantom: I prefer the term mad scientists Reporter: Okay. So, Gotham news! And with me on the line is the new potential child of Wayne or Batman. Want to know how two serial adopters will share a child leading a double life? Stay with us and find out. Now let's check in with Jessie for our weather report. Phantom: Wait, what?

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Danny spends the night running from the Red Hood with a bag of fudge, Red Robin with a pot of coffee, Batman with the adoption papers and, for some reason, Brucie Wayne with an idea of internship at a space station. Ha! The Justice League will never let a ghost into orbit. Not that Wayne can blackmail superheroes or smth. Danny: Fuck you all! I’m done with vigilante activity, I’m not your competitor! What do you want from me? And I’m done with crazy billionaires too. I swear, I’d rather be adopted by a local mob boss just to piss you off! ~Later~ Danny *sees peering out of the corner Matches Malone*: Are you kidding me?! Robbie *jumps off the roof and lands right behind Danny*: Stop running, lil brother, No one’s left the family yet. Minnie: What about Neal? Robbie *shakes a knife with a bow on the handle negatively*: He’s on sabbatical, that doesn’t count. Anyway, it’s a gift for you, cub. Danny: Um, thank you, but my lab scalpels are definitely sterile, and your blade was in who knows who before you brought it here. Robbie: It’s brand-new! And Archie decorated it with a ghost on the handle. Look! It's cute! With a smile and… Dick: Hands up! You’re under arrest for trying to steal our new member! Minnie: Why is he yours, damn cop? Selina: Boys, don’t fight. He’s mine. Schrodinger’s cat is still a kitten. Killer Croc: No way, my niece is staying with me. Danny: Uncle Waylon? Long time no see. Ra's: My grandson needs steady access to ectoplasm. Danyal, come with me. Danny: Over my dead body! Oh shiii…I mean no. Anyway, don’t you think the alley’s getting a little crowded?

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Killer Croc: Is he still mad at me? RR: Danny doesn’t talk to uncles who tried to eat his beloved brother Red Robin. Killer Croc: He wasn’t even your brother then. What do you want? An apology from me? RR: That would be nice.

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Danny: I didn’t think the GIW agents would really fear the reputation of Gotham and not follow me. What a relief! Jason *quickly throws the knife into the sink*: Wow, you got lucky. Alfred: Master Jones, why don’t you eat your steak? I thought last week you were complaining to Batman that 'cause of him you got not many prey. Croc *pulls a piece of white robe from the teeth*: Well, now there is a lot of it. Bruce *gives Jason and Croc the side-eye*.

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Ra's: You do realize that Malone, Wayne and Batman are the same person, right? Boy, you were born into a family of geniuses, don’t disappoint Grandpa. Danny: Triple pocket money, triple gifts for the holidays, the opportunity to complain about the same family member three times. No, Grandpa, I definitely don’t understand. Ra's: Smart little weasel.

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Selina: Okay. Purely theoretical. Do you like to steal? Danny: I wouldn’t say that. But somehow I stole the sword from the fright knight. And also stole few jewels but then I was under the mind control. I returned them. Well, the crown and ring of the king of the ghost zone I also took without permission. Oh, and the answers to the test once. And I’m really sorry about the last one. Neal: I feel the story behind it but I prefer to know nothing about it.