《Jason Todd and Bruce Wayne:Nostalgia》
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《Jason Todd and Bruce Wayne:Nostalgia》
{Incorrect Quotes: Batman/Red Hood Team Up}
Bruce Wayne: Ben Affleck
Jason Todd: Matthew Daddario
Give me a live action Batman film that tries to be dark and gritty but gets ruined by the sassy and sarcastic comments and bad puns from all of his kids
Part 1 | Monday
Prompt: Could you do a Batmom story where somethings happens to her, for example she gets kidnapped or gets in a car accident and the kids and Bruce’s reactions? And like, she isn’t immediately fine. Maybe some happy flashbacks? Love your blog! Thanks doll!
A/N: Another little series!! And like always, Dick is first as he is the older of Bruce’s army of children! Enjoy ;))
“Hello, Mr. Grayson.” The woman behind the reception desk greeted flirtatiously. For the first time ever, Dick ignored an approach from the opposite sex and made his way to the usual room without another word.
Dick inhaled a deep breath once he caught sight of you. His mom. His protector. The most important woman in his life. It looked as though you were merely sleeping, but he knew better. No matter how many times he wished you were dreaming about the rare family vacation in Paris and whatnot, he knew it was virtually impossible. Especially now that you were officially declared brain dead.
Once he reached your bedside, Dick took your hand in his. The only thing telling him you were still somehow alive was the heat radiating off of you. It consumed him. But unlike the other times, it brought nothing but despair. Because he knew. He knew you were legally and medically gone.
It’s been months since that teenaged girl ran you over with her car on the streets. Your other wounds would’ve healed perfectly through time, but the severe trauma to your brain was the nail in your coffin. Literally. But none of them could let you go. Not yet. They weren’t ready. Dick doubted they ever would be.
“Hey, momma,” Dick said, forcing a small smile. You might not be able to hear or feel him, but you were still breathing. That was enough to keep him and the others going, if only for a little while. “I miss you. We all do. So fucking much.”
The quiet volume he used to speak to you reminded him of his preteen days. The days when he would tiptoe to yours and Bruce’s room after a nightmare. He could vividly remember you never turning him away and always beckoning him into your warm, loving arms.
Ten-year-old Dick quietly snuck out of his room. The hallway was dark, the only light guiding him was from the window. It was quiet, too quiet for his liking. The noise from outside made him fidget nervously and his body instinctively was tense and ready for any type of attack.
He paced down to the master bedroom, which was only a few doors down from his, luckily. Dick bit his lips and hesitantly grabbed ahold of the doorknob.
He slowly twisted it and walked inside, wincing when the sound of a loud creak entered his ear. Fortunately, Bruce was still on patrol or else his adoptive father would’ve no doubt threw a bat-dart at him already. When your safety was involved, the man could be quite frightening. More than usual, of course.
Dick froze when he heard a tired groan. “Bruce?” You said confusingly. You fluttered your eyes open and averted them towards his direction. “You’re back earlier than usual.”
“It’s not Bruce, mom,” Dick spoke up, trudging closer to you. He closed the door behind him and waited nervously from where he stood, not knowing if you’d turn him away or welcome him. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He was Robin now. He shouldn’t be frightened by stupid nightmares, but yet he was.
“Little Wing?” You murmured, sitting up. You smiled sleepily. “Come over here, Dickie. It’s alright.”
Dick internally sighed in relief before practically sprinting over to you and jumping onto the bed. He quickly went under the covers and grinned happily when he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders.
You pulled him closer to your side, smiling fondly. “Nightmare?” You whispered, understandingly.
Dick pursed his lips and nodded. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”
You chuckled and shifted so that he could comfortably lay his head on your chest. Running your hands through his jet black hair, you hugged him tighter. “Don’t be, sweetheart. Do you wanna tell me what your nightmare was about?”
“You.” Dick murmured, voice thick with fear.
“Me?” You asked in disbelief.
Dick hurriedly shook his head. “Y-you were kidnapped!” He tried to explain. “A-and Bruce and I didn’t make it to you in time save you! The Joker e-ended up k-killing you! I-I saw your b-body, mom! It was so real! It felt so real.”
To calm your hysterical son, you nuzzled your nose in his hair and rubbed his back soothingly. “Sshh, it was just a dream, little wing. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”
Dick sniffled, hating how immature and childish he was acting. Nonetheless, he basked in your loving and motherly touches and slowed his rapid breathing.”I-I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, Dick.” You smiled assuringly. “My father used to say that fear can not only hold us back, but it can drive us as well. It’s up to you how you want it to control your life. And I highly advise you to listen to him. Quite the character, my father was.”
Dick lifted the corners of his lips into a small smile. “I wish I could’ve met him.”
“I wish you could’ve too.”
The pleasant silence that followed was peaceful. You were on the edge of falling asleep when Dick spoke up again.
“Did you mean it?” He asked quietly. “When you said you weren’t going anywhere.”
He could see your soft smile through the darkness of the room. It was like a warm fire in the middle of the tundra, and it brought a sense of security, one Dick knew only you could bring.
“We both know I can’t live forever, little wing.” The thought made his chest tighten in distress. “But,” you added, “I won’t go anywhere unless you’re ready, that I can promise you.”
Dick showed his happiness by cuddling closer to your side. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Love you, momma.” He muttered exhaustingly. His eyes fought to stay open, but sleep, like death, was something you couldn’t escape without help.
“I love you too, Dickie.”
《Jason Todd and Bruce Wayne: Father Figure》
SDCC: “Jason Todd died, he’s just a hologram. Sorry.”
ME:
New DCEU intro (x)
The Truth About Fem!Dick Grayson
Everyone always goes on about genderbent Richard Grayson being named Dixie or Rachel or Ricki or Rachelle but you’re all wrong. If Dick Grayson was a girl he’d obviously be named Vagina.
Explanations
Prompt: Batmom meets Damian Wayne
A/N: This one is based off of Son of Batman. Also, I may or may not add one of the girls or Terry next!
“Sweetheart, if you want me to visit you that badly then I’ll come to Blüdhaven tomorrow.” You said, sighing into the phone. Dick may be a full-grown adult, but he could act like such a kid sometimes.
“Mommmm!” Dick whined, “I need you to come over now!”
You shook your head and smirked in amusement as you rummaged through your purse to find the house key. “It’s too late now, Richard. I promise I’ll be there early tomorrow morning.”
Your oldest son groaned and you could practically hear him stomp his feet on the ground like a child throwing an ugly tantrum. “What if I told you I was dying from all the injuries I got on patrol?”
“Then I wouldn’t believe you.” You replied dryly before smiling triumphantly when you finally found that darned key.
You inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it. On a regular day, you wouldn’t have to do this as Alfred always somehow knew when you were outside the door, but you supposed he was busy today.
Dick sighed in defeat, “Fine, but be here by six. Come earlier if you have to, just not later.”
“Was that so hard to accept, baby bird?” You teased, turning the doorknob and pushing the door itself open.
“Bye, mom.” Dick chuckled, “Take care of yourself, all right?”
You walked inside the dim manor and nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “Always do. Now go get some sleep, Dick. I’ll be there before you even wake up.”
“Okay.” Dick murmured, “Love you, mom.”
You smiled softly, “I love you too, Dickie.”
With that you hung up the phone and closed the door behind you. After making sure it was locked, you walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights.
You placed your purse, phone, and keys on the counter before going over to the sink to wash your hands.
After that, you pulled your hair into a messy bun and rubbed your tired eyes.
“So Pennyworth was lying.” An unfamiliar voice said, scaring the living shit out of you. “He isn’t the only servant here after all.”
You gasped and immediately turned, only for your eyes to lock with with a pair of green ones. They somehow reminded you of something - or someone. If it hadn’t been for those differentiating irises, you would’ve though your husband had gotten himself de-aged.
“Who are you?” Was the first question you asked, slightly unnerved by how similar he looked to a younger Bruce.
“Father didn’t tell you?” Damian questioned, pursing him lips. You slowly shook your head. “Pennyworth must be his favorite servant then.”
“Alfred’s not a servant.” You said, defending the man you saw as your father. “And neither am I.”
The young boy scrunched up his nose, “Then what else can you be?”
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “Follow me, kid.” You said, “Your ‘father’ has a lot of things to explain.”
Normally, Damian would never let a stranger - and a woman who wasn’t his mother, no less - order him around, but by the tone of your voice, he knew better than to argue.
Down in the batcave, Bruce and Alfred were looking up at the screen that was showing Ra’s Al Ghul’s revival from the Lazarus Pit on a loop.
Bruce’s ears perked when he heard two sets of footsteps.
Alfred, who heard the footsteps as well, raised an eyebrow and continued to sip his tea. “It may seem that Miss Y/N is finally home from her night out with those loud friends of hers.”
“Girls’ night, Alfred.” You said, having been close enough to hear the older man’s words. "I don’t know why you hate calling it that so much.”
“She’s with Damian, isn’t she?” Bruce muttered.
“Why, yes I am, Bruce.” You said, reaching the last step with Damian following closely behind you.
“I can explain.” Your husband sighed, turning his chair around so that he could face you. He saw Damian peek out from behind you, looking quite curious and he couldn’t help but smile.
In the few hours that he knew about him, the boy never looked nor acted his age until now. It was your effect, there was no doubt about it in Bruce’s mind.
“Well, I—” You started, glancing at Damian before correcting, “we hope so. It’s the reason we came down here in the first place.”
The billionaire rested his eyes on you, only to see you look down at his son with a somewhat hidden maternal affection.
You couldn’t help it. He just looked so much like Bruce! If you and Bruce had ever had a son, Damian—as you now know was his name—was exactly how you’d imagined him to look like. Well, maybe except for the eyes. You personally always hoped your children would inherit Bruce’s.
“Y/N,” Bruce said, conflicted on how he should tell you. You knew all about what Talia had done to him all those years ago, and it was the main reason why you hated the woman so much. Rape was inexcusable to you, regardless of who did it. “This is Damian. Damian Wayne, my son.”
Even though you already suspected it, it still left you speechless to hear your husband declare those words out loud. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out.
“And Damian,” Bruce continued, “This is Y/N Wayne, my wife and your…stepmother.”
The awkward atmosphere didn’t go away even when Alfred announced that he was going back upstairs to fetch some more tea. In fact, it only made the it worse.
Your brain instinctively started working like some kind of motherboard as thoughts flooded your mind and different feelings constricted your chest. Confusion, wonder, and betrayal being the main ones you could identify.
You suddenly looked down and locked eyes with your husband’s son for the second time tonight. And suddenly it all clicked.
Your head snapped up, “He’s Talia’s, isn’t he? The day she—” You said, abruptly cutting yourself off.
Bruce slowly nodded,.
He wasn’t afraid that you’d hate Damian. He knew you wouldn’t. You would never blame a parent’s sins on their child. It just wasn’t who you were.
You took in a deep breath and checked your watch. “We’ll discuss this in the morning.” You exhaled, "I have to wake up early tomorrow and I can’t deal with this right now.”
“I understand and I’m not asking you to,” Bruce said, standing up to walk closer to you and Damian.
You chuckled, noticing how wary he was. “This doesn’t change anything, you know that right?” You said, trying to assure whatever doubts he had. “I’m not blaming you or Damian for anything.”
Damian blinked, obviously not use to hearing such words.
“I know,” His father responded, cracking a genuine smile.
Damian tensed as a warm and delicate hand hesitantly touched his shoulder. “Has Alfred shown you your room yet, Damian?” You asked in a tone no one had ever spoken to him in.
He didn’t know what to say so he merely nodded.
You weren’t offended. It had taken some time for your other children to settle in as well. It would be foolish of you to think that Bruce’s biological son would be any different.
“Then how about I take you on a short tour around the manor? I’m quite the tour guide, you know.”
Damian reluctantly accepted, and you hoped Dick would understand if you happened to be late tomorrow.
(insp.)
Identical Boredom
Prompt: Batmom meets Tim Drake.
A/N: Damian’s up next!
You and Bruce hardly ever hosted parties at the manor, but when you did, thousands of millionaires and billionaires alike lined up to get an invitation.
Tonight was one of those rare nights.
Before meeting Bruce, you were far from being social. But after years of being with him, you learned to adapt to being the life of the party. It was what was expected from Bruce Wayne’s wife, after all.
Normally you wouldn’t give a damn about what anybody thought, but these parties and gatherings were very important.
To be completely honest, if it wasn’t for your husband’s hunger for justice, you wouldn’t even have to interact with all these stuck up people. The perfume of the women you had to surround yourself with was too much for your nose to handle and it took everything in you not to faint.
“Have you heard about what happened with the Lowes?” Delilah Windsor said, ‘whispering’ to the three women (including you) around her.
You immediately resisted the urge to roll your eyes while shaking your head. These types of conversations made you want to throw up.
“Apparently, while Joseph was in China, Ruby was having an affair with the gardener.” Delilah eagerly told, and the other two women around you gasped dramatically.
“Why is it always with the gardener?” Elizabeth said, shaking her head with amusement clear in her brown eyes.
“Because they’re always so good looking!” Julia responded as though the answer was obvious. “Well, the ones we hire, anyways.”
They bursted out into giggles and you forced yourself to laugh along with them.
‘I have to get out of here,’ you thought to yourself before opening your mouth to make an excuse. “Well, it was nice to speak with you all, but -”
“Janet Drake, is that you?” Delilah, the most annoying out of them, exclaimed loudly. She stared at the woman with an irritating smirk, “How’s motherhood going for you?”
You turned your head to look in the same direction as her and saw the familiar face of Jack Drake’s wife.
The false smile on your lips was replaced with a genuine one at the sight of a small boy following closely behind her. He couldn’t have been any older than four but by his body language, you knew that he was smarter than your average toddler.
You internally chuckled at the boredom written all over his lovable face. ‘Me too, kid, me too.’
“Hello, Delilah,” Janet greeted, “and Liz, and Julia.” Her eyes paused on you and her previous smile faltered. “Y/N Wayne? Why, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
You tipped your head, “And you as well.” Not wanting to continue talking about ‘hot’ gardeners, you shifted the attention to the child. “And who may this be?”
Janet looked down at her son, “Tim,” she called to get his attention. The bored boy glanced up and made eye contact with you. You smiled warmly, but he merely just blinked and narrowed his eyes curiously. “Don’t be rude and say hello.”
“Hi,” Tim whispered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.
“Aren’t you just adorable!” Julia squealed and both you and Tim winced at the sound.
Amusement flared within you. He was already growing on you.
“Mom, can we go outside?” Tim asked, “It’s too stuffy in here.”
Janet sighed in annoyance, “We just got here, Tim.”
“I can take him,” You suggested, half worried about the boy and half wanting to get out of whatever conversation Delilah would start. “Children don’t really like these kinds of things.”
Tim grinned happily while Janet frowned disapprovingly, “We don’t want to be a bother.”
‘You won’t be,” You dismissed, using your ‘I’m richer than you’ voice that usually got people to back down. “I can even show him around the manor to keep him busy.”
“Are you sure your husband won’t mind?” She asked and you mentally groaned.
“He never minds people touring our home.”
“Please, mom!” Tim begged, staring at her pleadingly.
“Oh, just let him go, Janet.” Delilah scoffed, rolling her eyes with a scowl. “You’ll be able to have some fun with him gone.”
Janet bit her lips before sighing in defeat, “Fine.” She said, staring at you with hidden distaste.
Tim’s eyes lit up and he practically skipped towards you.
Straightaway, Tim began tugging you away and whispered “Can we please go now?”
You bit back a chuckle and nodded.
“Enjoy your night,” You told the four women in a painfully sweet tone, “if you need anything, Bruce is just over there.” You nodded over to your husband who was busy talking with some businessman from Central City.
With that, you walked away from the large crowd of people with a grinning Tim Drake gripping your hand.
You had no idea, however, that in years to come, he would evidently become your third adoptive son.
A Home
Prompt: Batmom meets Jason Todd. A/N: Next up is Tim Drake!
Living in Crime Alley was practically a death sentence. The strongest of adults couldn’t even survive there, so you doubted a kid could.
But that was before you met Jason Todd.
Usually, when Bruce went out on patrol, you stayed back in the batcave with a book and a hot cup of tea.
Ever since Dick left Gotham after a huge argument with your husband, the atmosphere of the whole manor was dimmer. With your baby boy all grown up, it made you miss being a parent. You missed raising someone, and you especially missed being called ‘mom’.
So when Bruce came home with a boy not much older than twelve, you had to blink to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.
By the amount of dirt on his clothes and the ribs practically poking out of his skin, you knew immediately that he couldn’t have come from a home. Or rather, a good one anyways.
“Who’s this?” You asked softly, noticing how visibly weary the boy was due to being in an unknown environment.
“You’re—you’re that rich lady my ma used to always talk about!” The boy blurted out, not giving Bruce the chance to answer. He glanced unsurely up at the Dark Knight, slowly putting the pieces together.
Bruce sighed and removed his cowl. If it was even possible, the boy’s eyes grew even wider, much to your amusement.
“Welcome back, Master Bruce.” Alfred greeted, entering the batcave only to halt at the sight of the preteen. He raised an eyebrow. “And who may this be?”
You stood up and treaded closer to the pair, carefully examining the boy’s expression.
You may have been brought up in a good neighborhood, but you knew all too well about the people who weren’t as lucky. If they felt the least bit threatened, they would act on it. It was what they were used to do. It was how they survived.
“This is—”
“My name’s Jason Todd!” Jason cuts in, scowling irritably at Bruce. You smirked, admiring his boldness. Just a few seconds ago he was tense and anxious, but now that he was certain none of you were going to harm him, he was more at ease, though it was obvious that he was still somewhat cautious. “I don’t need anyone talking for me, Bats”
“Bruce,” You said, advising him to use your husband’s real name. His eyes flickered to you, and you smiled warmly, “It’s nice to meet you, Jason.”
Jason went blank for a moment before he slowly nodded, “Now I understand why my ma was so jealous of you.”
Was. The smile on your lips disappeared. The thought of any kid losing a parent before they were even old enough to fully take care of themselves hurt your heart. And by the anger lurking deep within his eyes, you knew that Jason was far from being like either Dick or Bruce.
Jason had experienced things neither would ever have to experience. He had to do things to survive while Bruce and Dick were fortunate enough to have come from a good and stable family.
“He’ll be staying with us from now on,” Bruce informed you and Alfred.
“Until he’s legal, I’m sure.” Alfred said dryly, though you could tell that he was happy to have Jason here.
“That’s the plan.” Bruce nodded, cracking a smile. After joining his side, he took your hand and gave you a quick kiss. He asked, “Have you eaten yet?”
“Of course I have.” You replied, glancing down at Jason who was observing everything around him. “Are you hungry, Jason?”
Jason’s eyes immediately lit up. “Do you have any chili dogs?”
You laughed and Jason found himself grinning along with you. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled, but there was something about you that made him…made him almost feel like a normal kid.
Since you and Bruce always seemed to make headlines, he’d read and seen you on the news a lot. He was never really curious about the two of you, only thinking that you were like every other rich snob in Gotham. Now that he finally met you, he could tell that the Waynes were far from your normal billionaires.
“Chili dogs?” Alfred said, sounding quite offended by the boy’s choice of food.
“How about we go get you cleaned up while Alfred prepares it for you.” You suggested, holding out your hand for Jason to take.
Jason stared at it. If I’m gonna live here now, I’ll have to make an effort, he thought to himself.
He took in a deep breath and hesitantly slipped his hand into yours. The two of you locked eyes and you gave him an assuring squeeze.
“You better get cleaned up too, Wayne.” You told your husband before leading Jason up to his new room in his new home.
He finally had a home.
Can I borrow the bird and the bat for 1 day uncle Supes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Never forget that it’s canon that Tim is Jason favorite family member. And it makes my heart melt every time they don’t try to kill each other.
Which is pretty fucked up. But hey.
The Flying Graysons
Prompt: Batmom meets Dick Grayson. A/N: This is the first part of my new series, which is mainly about Batmom meeting the batkids. I’m going in order, so Jason is next!
When you first heard that Haly’s Circus was coming to Gotham, you immediately begged Bruce to go with you.
It’d been ages since the last time you both did anything fun. Usually, you only went out in public for galas and charity balls, but now that the circus was in town, there was no way you were missing out.
Luckily for you, Bruce gave in to your begging, much to your satisfaction.
“Bruce, come on!” You ushered, pulling on his arm to try and make him walk faster.
Bruce chuckled, “The show doesn’t even start until 7:30, and it’s not even seven yet.” He said, amused by your eagerness.
The billionaire knew exactly why you were so excited. Today might be your only chance to see the Flying Graysons up close and personal. Ever since little Richard joined in on his family’s performances, the act had gotten more popular, and you were one of their biggest fans.
“We need to get good seats.” You said, trying to defend yourself.
Your husband gave you a ‘really?’ look. “Did you suddenly forget who you’re married to?” He asked teasingly.
You stuck out your tongue childishly and continued to drag him closer and closer to the large tent.
As soon as you were inside, you picked the seats closest to the front and sat down happily.
There were already several people inside waiting for the show to start, some of them even pulled out their phones and started to not-so-subtly take pictures of you and Bruce once they caught sight of Gotham’s most famous couple.
Bruce wrapped his arm around your shoulders and started to whisper random things in your ear.
One of the main reasons why he even agreed to go with you was because of the publicity, which might sound bad but you understood. He was the Batman. The more Bruce Wayne went out in public with his wife, the less suspicious people were about him.
Time flew by fast as more and more civilians entered the tent. You caught sight of familiar faces such as those of the Drakes and their young son, Tim.
You weren’t particularly close to them, but Tim was just too adorable to resist. So when he waved and smiled toothily at you, you couldn’t help smile and wave back.
A minute later, the ringmaster appeared and you looked up at Bruce with an excited grin. He affectionately smiled back, simply content to see you happy.
You watched in wonder as the opening acts came out and performed. Though you weren’t exactly here for them, their performances still had you blown away.
When the ringmaster finally announced the Flying Graysons, the whole tent bursted into cheers.
You and Bruce watched as the family took their place atop the trapeze.
After seeing how small Dick Grayson actually was, you couldn’t help but worry about his safety, even though you knew acrobatics was probably second nature to him.
The crowd cheered loudly in amazement as Dick started the performance off with his famous “Quadruple Flip of Doom,” a maneuver only the Grayson family was able to perfect.
You sighed in relief and clapped as Dick swung to safety, causing Bruce to chuckle amusingly. Seeing you so worried about a child’s wellbeing brought a warm feeling in his chest.
John and Mary Grayson, Dick’s parents, prepared to attempt a simultaneous triple flip.
The two acrobats smiled lovingly at each other before swinging out together, earning ‘oohs’ from the crowd.
Everyone waited for the two to land, but they never did.
Not even a second later, you and Bruce heard a terrifying snap. The both of you immediately tried to find where the noise was coming from, but in the end all you could do was watch in horror as the two Graysons plummeted several stories to their deaths.
Screams erupted and many began to rush out of the tent, not even giving a second glance back at the scene before them.
It was like a switch flipped in your head. Your eyes instinctively sought for Dick, who had been watching from above with tears streaming down his cheeks.
Without even thinking, you ran from Bruce’s side and climbed up the ladder while ignoring his calls for you. Your first priority was the hysterical boy grieving all by himself.
Once you reached the top, Dick’s head snapped from his parents’ bloodied bodies to you.
The pain in his eyes reminded you of Bruce's right after his own parents' deaths.
Your lips quivered at how utterly broken he looked.
You knew you couldn’t offer him much, but what you could give him was comfort.
No words needed to be spoken as you bent down in front of him and embraced him in the tight hug. He wrapped his shaky arms around you, crying excessively into your shoulder.
You could care less about the tears and snot getting on your expensive clothes. The only thing that mattered was the sobbing boy in your arms
I love Seth Meyers so much tbh
Same tho
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