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@batfamweek2018
its a day late and its only a sketch, but I really wanted to do something small for family night đș
Trapped
A prank war escalated and everyone involved ended up being trapped: the active participants in their group shirt, and one hapless passerby in a trap most dastardly!
Cass is dancing in a different corner with a tactital tutu, like this. :)
Timâs coffee got replaced with decaf and he just fell asleep somewhere.
Batfam Week 2018: Homecoming
At some point, Jason reconciles with his family and gets legally resurrected. With the return to the public eye comes a gala to reintroduce him, where everyone has to wear formal dress.
Batfam Week 2018: AU - Pokemon Fusion
Prof. Brucie and his collection of kids, all of whom have different personalities/preferred types of Pokemon, but are willing to work together to make Gotham a better place.
Bonus Doodle:
The iconic hero/idol of Gotham: The (Bat-)Mask! (who has most definitely no connection whatsoever to Prof Brucie)
Batfam Week 2018: Time-Travel
So, through some kind of magical mishap all the Robins end up in the same time (while theyâre Robin) and now they need to lie down on a (not-pictured) magic circle. (Or pentagram)
Bonus:
The same thing also happened to the Batgirls at some point; only they kind of fell asleep in the magic circle / triangle. (Vigilante-ing at night is tiring work and everyone deserves all the sleep that they can get!)Â
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Batfam Week 2018: Hurt/Comfort
Q: How big is Bruceâs bed? A: Huuuuuuge. Like suuuuper huge.
The Past and Pending
Scenes from a family of people who are over-trained, under-prepared and who collectively possess zero chill: the night hike edition.
Dick cracked an eyelid as Jason settled down next to him on the floor, leaning back against the servery wall. Â When the hell had Jason gotten so tall? Â The first time Dick had met him, heâd been a shrimpy little thing who barely came up to Dickâs ribcage. Â Now his legs were longer than Dickâs. Â He wasnât jealousâDick was first and foremost a gymnast and a trapeze artist; bigger wasnât necessarily betterâbut it was still jarring, sometimes, how different Jason was, physically.
âTheyâre still at it,â Jason reported, thunking his head back against the wall.
âTheyâre overpacking?â
âTheyâre overpacking,â Jason said. Â âYouâd think we were striking out for Nanda Parbat again, and not just the Manor grounds.â
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Hurt / Comfort
Day 6!! From the one thing I read with Cass in it. The one where she literally takes a shot for Harper. I mean she gets back up right after, but the scene just came to mind =v=
a hug is worth a thousand words
For @batfamweek2018 Aug 3/Day 6: Hurt/Comfort
Ao3
Summ: A collection of hugs between Alfred and Bruce over the years.
Robert Bruce Wayne is five hours old when Alfred first holds him. Martha, half asleep, her eyes glossed over, watches on with a warm smile. âHe likes you,â she says, but Alfred pays her little mind. Heâs watching this tiny creature cradled in white and blue blankets, amazed and afraid and feeling a warm kind of love bursting in his chest.
A shy part of him had thought he wouldnât be allowed this, to hold the infant at all, least of all so soon. This was a time for Martha and Thomas and their child, not for him. But no, the Wayneâs wouldnât have it. âYouâre family,â Martha had insisted, voice firm and commanding as ever, and Alfred was never one to disobey her. Thomas had taken Bruce from Marthaâs arms and passed him to Alfred, showing him where and how to hold the baby. So now, Alfred holds him, reluctant to let go.
The child starts to cry, a fiercely shrill sound that one day will become a bellow. Alfred rocks the small infant in his arms nice and gently. âNow, now,â Alfred says, his tone as no-nonsense as ever, âthere will be none of that.â
The crying stops, like Alfredâs performed his first miracle and now he only needs two more to become a saint. Watery blue eyes watch him, curious, and yes, this boy is going to be smarter than all of them, he knows it. This child is going to outshine them all and Alfred canât wait to see it unfold.
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Batfam Week Day Six: Hurt/Comfort
âI will always be there when you feel like thereâs nothing. Youâre my brother, itâs my job. Donât be afraid Tim.âÂ
BatFam Week Theme: Time Travel
Starring: The whole gang!
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This was it. Though Bruce cut his way through life with the sharp edge of honed pessimism, he also had an unyielding stubbornness that refused to acknowledge his own immortality. Ironic, given his start.
But this? This was it for him. It wasnât pessimism or fatalism, just mathematics. There were too many of them and only one of him.
Bruce Wayne was going to die tonight.
Bruce pressed his back to the brick wall and sucked in a rattling breath. Definitely a couple broken ribs from that last hard fall. At least the pain distracted him from his twisted knee. And the broken ribs were a dull throb compared to the bullet in his shoulder. But at least the sloshing dizziness in his head from the last punch he took was a distraction from all that.
That was his version of looking on the bright side, he supposed.
And in a minute, those meatheads will come around the corner and put a bullet in your brains, so nothing will hurt ever again. Howâs that for optimism?
It stung his pride that his vigilante venture would end this way. He had set out to do right by his parents, by Gotham, not to end up a quirky masked asterisk in the cityâs history. More than anything, though, Bruce regretted how rough the aftermath was going to be on Alfred. He knew the old butler saw him as a son, and no father should have to identify their childâs corpse.
Bruce could hear the gang coming. They were cautious, the cracked skulls and broken bones he had given in return making them none too anxious to rush the Bat Man. But soon they would round the corner, and though he would fight to his last breath, it wouldnât be enough. Bruce closed his eyes and whispered an apology up to his parents, to Alfred, to all the people he failed, then readied his last boomerang.
He almost dropped the boomerang when a body dropped off the fire escape down next to him. Bruceâs head whipped around to stare into the masked face of a green-hooded figure. No, not a figure. A child. A teenager with bright blue eyes who was smiling right at him.
âHey, B,â the boy whispered casually, as if he were sliding in late to a movie with his bag of popcorn and not an alleyway filled with gun-toting criminals.
âWhoââ
The boy grimaced as he eyed Bruceâs face. âGot you pretty good, didnât they? Geez, B, havenât you learned to duck yet?â
He pulled a small strapped case from his shoulder and set it on the ground between them. âIâll get you patched up, donât worry.â
âYou need to leave,â Bruce hissed. âIf those men find you here, theyâllââ
âWhat, kill me? Wrong-o, B. Iâm not the one with mortality issues. You had a fifty-fifty shot and you whiffed.â The boy shook his head and pulled out a small pair of scissors from the open case. âThe teamâs got it. Donât worry. You can watch, if you want, as long as you let me work.â
Work apparently meant just what he had said at the beginning. The boy cut open the tear in Bruceâs suit, stabbed what felt like a local anesthetic into the meat of Bruceâs shoulder, and began inspecting his bullet wound. It was a surreal sight, but not as surreal as what Bruce saw when he finally dared peek around the corner.
He watched as a lithe, hooded figure with a swimmerâs build dropped next to the gangâs lieutenant, graceful and silent as a cat, and swept the legs out from under the brawler, who dropped like a stone. In quick succession, two more hooded fighters appeared out of the shadows as if they had been born from them, a broad-shouldered mountain of a man and a slender figure with suspiciously feminine hips. Bruce watched, stunned, as they dispatched two more gang members each before the rest of the gang had time to blink.
âWhoââ he began again, then choked in surprise.Â
âIs that a child?â Bruce demanded, turning back to glare at the other child currently probing his shoulder.
The teenâs gaze flicked up for a moment, then down at the numbed body part to continue fishing for the bullet. âYeah, but donât let him hear you call him that.â
Bruce blinked at the teen a moment more, then leaned around the corner again, one hand pressed to his throbbing ribs. He had to admit that the boy was capable. They all were. Even as Bruce watched, the small child dropped a man twice his size before launching himself at another. Though their fighting styles varied greatly, the four visible fighters worked cohesively and without much direction.
Not that they didnât talk. The brawl in front of him lit up the night with what sounded like idle chatter. Trash talk, jokes, complaints, what sounded like recommendations for movies he had never heard of, a literary quote or two, and some truly awful puns. For a while, Bruce thought there was only the four he had seen, but then he noticed the men that disappeared into the darker corners of the alley and never reemerged. Once, he managed to spot the pair of hands that reached out and pulled a man in, as fast and as deadly as a goblin sharkâs jaws.
And then, faster than he had thought possible, the fight was over. The unconscious bodies of over a dozen men littered the alleyway, all trussed and awaiting whatever crooked justice Gotham could dole out. The hooded figures were walking towards his section of the alleyway, so Bruce hauled himself back around the corner. He was greeted with a literally blinding pain as the boy shone a penlight into his eye, making Bruce gasp.
âConcussion,â the teen announced to the first person who stepped into view. âBullet to the shoulder, but I got it out. Probably a hairline fracture to the same shoulder, but I canât be sure. Two broken ribs, two bruised. Some contusions thatâll heal. We should get him to the doc.â
A pair of boots stopped by Bruceâs leg, then the first fighter from the alley ducked down into view. It was hard to tell with the domino mask and the shadows from the blue hood, but he looked about Bruceâs age. His face was tan, making his white teeth gleam in the moonlight.Â
âGeez, B,â the man mused as he tucked a finger under Bruceâs chin and eyed Bruceâs face, âforget how to duck? Youâre a mess.â
âThatâs what I said,â the teen agreed.
Bruce jerked his chin away, then regretted it when the movement made the brick walls swim nauseatingly.
âDefinitely a concussion.â The new voice belonged to the third figure, whom Bruce could tell was definitely a girl now that she was up close. She paused to push an errant strand of blonde hair back into her purple hood, then blew a bubble with her gum as she considered Bruce. âAnd definitely the doc. Heâll need a CT. Canât do that at home. Not yet, anyways.â
âYour stitches are crooked.â The haughty voice belonged to child, whom Bruce placed somewhere still in prepubescence. That was as close as he could get without eyes that would fully focus. He could see the shock of black hair beneath the yellow hood, though, along with tan cheeks still round with baby fat. The boy stood just behind the crouched cat-like man, a hand loosely gripping the fabric of the manâs hooded shirt.
âHeâs not the most cooperative patient,â the teen retorted, voice as dry as a desert wind.
âHeâs a frigginâ babyface.âÂ
Bruceâs eyes had slid shut while the younger two bickered, but they shot open as fingers gently slapped his cheeks. The biggest fighter, the one who moved like a tiger in a manâs body and the only one Bruce had seen wielding a knife, was crouched next to the first man and smirking at Bruce. Bruce squinted at him, unable to pinpoint an age. Younger than the first man, he thought, but at least no longer a minor. Probably.Â
âSeriously, heâs what? Twenty-five? Bet heâs still got all his original teeth, too.â
Bruce opened his mouth to snarl that of course he had all his original teeth, what kind of monster children were they and where were their parents, when a shadow split off from the rest and touched his shoulder. He jolted visibly, then forced himself to still and analyze the new threat.
A black hood stared down at him, the shadows inside it so deep that he could barely make out two glinting eyes. It looked at him, head cocked like a curious bird, then turned to the others and waved its hands. Whatever signals it made seemed to mean something, because every head but Bruceâs turned to look back the direction theyâd come.
âOh. Uh.â The first man turned back to Bruce and smiled. âLooks like we gotta jet. Weâll drop you off at the clinic on our way. Hood?â
âYeah.â Together, both men leaned forward and crouched under Bruceâs arms. While the teenager fussed the stitches watch the stitches and the kid sneered itâs not like theyâre any good Red, the men lifted Bruce to his feet and steadied him. They were an uneven pair, one significantly taller than the other, but they balanced each otherâand, by extension, himâwell. And though the teen hadnât catalogued Bruceâs busted knee, they were able to catch Bruce when he took a step and crumpled.
A chorus of knowing groans rose.Â
âYour knee? Câmon, B, you shouldâve said,â the teenâRed? he had a green hood, that didnât make senseâsaid.
âHeâs Batman-ing,â the blonde said.
âTotally Batman-ing,â the tall manâHood? or were they all Hood?âagreed. Bruce blinked as the man tucked his chin into his neck and growled, âIâm invincible. I bleed justice. My bones are made of truth and the American way.â
âDonât be ridiculous, Hood,â sniffed the boy. âThat sounds more like Suââ
âAh, ah, ah!â the slender man interrupted as the shadow clapped its hands over the boyâs mouth. âIxnay on the Ooper-say. You know the rules. Wibbly-wobbly, butterfly wings, et cetera, and weâve screwed up enough.â
âI donât think he should walk on that knee,â Red-who-wore-green interrupted. âAnd hoppingâs no good, not with those ribs and that head. Hood?â
âOh, you gotta be kidding me.â Probably-the-only-Hood rolled his head back expressively, fully emoting despite the domino mask and shadowed red hood. But when the others merely stood and looked at him, he sighed, and suddenly Bruce was lifted off his feet into a bridal carry. Bruce sucked in a sharp breath as the move jostled his ribs, then settled. The hold was surprisingly comfortable, and, in his addled state, made him feel fancy.
âUhâŠâ Bruce began, not with it enough to put together a coherent statement on his current position.
âNot a word,â Hood growled.
So Bruce stayed silent the entire way to the clinicâLeslieâs clinic, he was anxious to note, since he hadnât mentioned her or given direction to his new bodyguards. But he figured that if they wanted him dead, they would have merely let the gang kill him, so he refrained from trying to battle his way free. In fact, to his own horror, he was lightly dozing when they reached the clinicâs back entrance.
âNaptimeâs over,â not-Red Hood announced gruffly, but he gave Bruce a moment to reorient himself before gingerly placing him on the bench.
âItâll cause too many questions if we take you in,â the blue-hooded man explained as he sat next to Bruce. âWeâve already meddled maybe more than we should have.â
âDefinitely more than we should have,â Red retorted.
The slender man ignored the teen and smiled apologetically at Bruce. âSorry we were late. There was a⊠thing. You werenât supposed toâŠâ He laughed, white teeth flashing in the moonlight. âItâs complicated. Iâll tell you later.
He stood and gently patted Bruceâs shoulder. âIt was good to see you, B.â
Gesturing to the others, he began to walk away and called back to Bruce, âYou know, you should look into getting yourself a partner. Someone to watch your back. Maybe someone with a little more agility, you big galoot.â
Whatever that meant seemed to resonate with the big man, because Hood snorted, then reached out and tapped Bruceâs chest. âBody armor. Getcha some. And maybe a sweet ride?â
Bruce blinked wearily as the rest of his saviors bid him goodbye in their own way. The blonde ruffled his hair (he hated that) and said something about an exercise machine. (Or was that a Stairmaster?) The shadowed hood smiled at himâhow he could tell, he wasnât sure, but it seemed friendlyâthen signed something with its hands that he didnât quite catch.The teen somberly instructed him to take care of himself, then patted him a little awkwardly on the shoulder. And the little boy waited until the others were almost out of sight before planting a quick, almost embarrassed kiss on Bruceâs cheek and breathing, âPleaseletmehaveadogokaythanksbyeâ and hurrying after the others.
Bruce watched them disappear back into the shadows before pushing himself onto his good knee with a quiet huff and giving Leslie a ring. He never told anyone about that night, though he thought about it from time to time. As strange as Gotham could be, being rescued by teenage Power Rangers was a level of weird too far even for Bruce Wayne.
Bird AU Â =v=
Batfam week day 4! What is this even, wing au?? angel au?? Basically the Robins as different bird species: robin, peacock, crow, owl. Did I just want an excuse to draw Dick as a peacock? Yes and yes.Â
Alfred: If the house was on fire and you could only bring one thing out, what would you take?
Jason: My helmet
Dick: My suit
Damian: Titus
Tim: A nap
Batfam Week 2018: Day 2 Trapped
(Heâs still in that damn alley.)
Batfamweek 2018 Day 3: homecoming
batfamweek2018 prompt 4 AU (FATE GRAND ORDER CROSSOVER)
 (I tribute this chapter to the all of the Fate Grand Order players. Which I admit to JUST downloading today- and by today I mean right before putting this story together at (glances at clock) shortly before midnight the day before this prompt is due. In my defense, I didnât know there was an English release for the game.)
âI wonder who is going to be summoned next?â Asked the excited voice of a purple clad Avenger Class servant with blond hair, as she walks with two other heroic spirits hailing from the same legends. The taller of her two companions, a silent, black haired Assassin in a black and yellow costume, shrugs. The shorter one, howeverâŠ.
âTt. Youâre assuming that our master are going to summon anyone. Need I remind you the summoning machine is a gacha machine, meaning itâs a gamble to get a heroic spirit at all? Plus theyâve been getting a lot of those black keys blades recently.â The hooded Rider class scoffs, though not as harshly as he could as he was currently holding a black and white kitten, the name âAlfredâ on itâs collar. One would suppose that could be a side effect of his summoning under the Rider class, allowing him to bring forth any and all of his âpetsâ as part of his Noble Phantasm, though Goliath was currently playing with Jackie and Alice, also known as Assassin Class Servant Jack the Ripper and Caster Class Servant Nursery Rhyme, respectively, at the moment. Soft hearted furball.
âThat was before Tim and Barbra lent their assistance to Tesla and Da Vinci. Not to mention Dukeâs suit giving them further ideas for increasing itâs energy output⊠or something like that.â The Avenger replies.
âSheâs right. Plus Bruce lent some help too, Lil D. Surely you have faith in your dadâs ability to make things work out, right?â A blue clad Assassin Class drops from the ceiling, releasing his Presence Concealment Class Skill as he does so.
A red clad Lancer, grimaces slightly as he comes from a nearby room. â⊠I just hope it isnât someone like Mephistopheles⊠heâs too much like the Joker for my taste. And I already had enough of him not only back in life, but also the London Singularity.â
There was a collective shudder from the heroic spirits who were within hearing distance of the conversation who were around during said Singularity.
The group decides to go near the summoning room to see if itâs anyone they know thatâs being summoned, as well as be able to aid in case of a malicious servant, assuming one was summoned. And given the rainbow colors coming out into the hallways, there definitely was one.
And technically, the servant summoned could qualify as both under the right circumstances.
âArcher Class Servant, Red Hood. So, itâs the end of the world, and weâre supposed to stop it? Heh, just like old times. Just donât expect me to not kill anyone, got it?â A leather jacket clad Servant, standing in the summoning circle, arms crossed on his chest, which bears the symbol of a bat. His gun holsters are empty, as they are summonable Noble Phantasms. A Red Helmet is on his head, completely covering it, but you can tell even with the synthesized voice that heâs smirking.
âJAYBIRD!â The blue Assassin shouts, tackling the newly summoned Archer.
âGAH! Get off me, Dick Face! If I knew you were here, I wouldnât of bothered responding to the summons!â
The others there, including the only remaining Master, couldnât help but sweatdrop. Just another day in Chaldea.
Bat Family (Plus Joker) Servant classes for those who are curious:
True name- Epitaph(s)- Class summoned- Qualified Classes
Bruce Wayne- The Batman, The Dark Knight, Gothamâs White Knight, Caped Crusader- Avenger Class-Qualified Classes: Rider, Assassin, Avenger
Dick Grayson- Robin I, Nightwing, Batman II- Assassin Class- Qualified Classes: Lancer, Assassin, Rider
Jason Todd- Robin II, Red Hood- Archer Class- Qualified Classes: Saber, Archer, Assassin, Berserker, Avenger
Tim Drake- Robin III, Red Robin- Lancer Class- Qualified Classes: Lancer, Assassin, Rider, Caster
Damian Wayne- Robin V, Ibn al Xu'ffasch, Son of The Bat- Rider Class- Qualified Classes: Saber, Caster, Assassin, Rider, Berserker, Avenger
Barbra Gordon- Batgirl I, Oracle- Caster Class- Qualified Classes: Rider, Assassin, Caster
Cassandra Cain- Batgirl II, Black Bat, Orphan- Assassin Class- Qualified Classes: Assassin
Stephanie Brown- Batgirl III, Robin IV, The Spoiler- Avenger Class- Qualified Classes: Rider, Assassin, Avenger
Duke Thomas- The Signal- Caster Class- Qualified Classes: Rider, Caster, Assassin
Alfred Pennyworth- Agent A, Bat Butler, First Ally, âNemesisâ- Ruler Class Servant- Qualified Classes: Rider, Assassin, Ruler
Joker- The Clown Prince of Crime, The Killing Joke, The Clown of the Town- Berserker+Caster Class Servant (Double Summon Skill)- Qualified Classes: Berserker, Caster
Batfam Week 2018
Day 4: AU