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Love that we play with the batfam like dolls
This blog is my dollhouse and the bats are my dolls<3
I have no time to currently expand on this idea but I thought abt it on my commute to work this morning:
Stuntman Dick Grayson.
Easy way to get his fix as an adrenaline junkie and also get paid. He’d have fun. He has loads of training to do it well. He performed in a circus when he was little, so he’s not afraid of the spotlight. Would give him a way to be in showbiz without actually being an actor. He can total cars for a living and jump out of helicopters and fall from buildings and drive boats through rings of fire.
And he’d look hot doing all of it.
I love this idea actually I love it.
Bruce Wayne exiting WE HQ after Dick’s first big gig as a stuntman in a major motion picture, being bombarded by paparazzi.
“Mr. Wayne! Mr. Wayne! How do you feel knowing you spent tens of thousands of dollars, if not more, to send Richard to a top competitive school like Gotham Academy, only for him to become a stuntman once he graduated? For him to not even apply to any colleges?”
Bruce, adjusting his sunglasses and not even glancing at the reporter, “My Dickie is living his dream, and I couldn’t be prouder. I’m so happy for him, he had so much fun on set. I’m excited to attend the premier with him; isn’t that so nice he invited me to come with him? He’s such a good boy, I love him dearly.”
Later that day, Bruce posts a photo of Dick hanging upside down in a car he totaled for a stunt on the set of the movie, a big grin on his face and holding a thumbs up for the camera. He gushes about how proud he is of Dick in the caption.
I have no time to currently expand on this idea but I thought abt it on my commute to work this morning:
Stuntman Dick Grayson.
Easy way to get his fix as an adrenaline junkie and also get paid. He’d have fun. He has loads of training to do it well. He performed in a circus when he was little, so he’s not afraid of the spotlight. Would give him a way to be in showbiz without actually being an actor. He can total cars for a living and jump out of helicopters and fall from buildings and drive boats through rings of fire.
And he’d look hot doing all of it.
I love this idea actually I love it.
I'm a little angry with the fans of the other Robins for disparaging Dick so much... Can we have a scene where Jason, Tim, and Damian are grounded and Bruce is happy with Dick because he did things right? :D
Did something happen that I don’t know about?? Always luv having a little Grayson favoritism tho so let’s have a little scenario with the super close in age AU for the batboys and distant doting grandpa Alfred who lives in England and only visits occasionally for plot convenience
Imagine Bruce had to go to space for a JL mission. He asked idk Oliver to keep an eye on the younger three because he didn’t want them even tempted to go out on patrol while Bruce was gone, so he shipped them off to Star City. Dick was going to be busy holding down the fort in Gotham, and he also needed to help Lucius out with some Bat-related stuff while Bruce was away.
Basically, Bruce comes back after two weeks and finds the other three have wreaked havoc for Oliver the entire time. They didn’t follow any of the rules Bruce set before leaving. They were basically little menaces. There was extensive property damage involved. Bruce is supremely disappointed.
Dick comes home to the manor one evening after spending the day developing some tech with Lucius, and he’s very confused. It’s so quiet.
“I thought they were coming home today?” he mutters to himself. Then Bruce pops up from around the corner and startles him, and Dick puts a hand to his chest and glares before he smiles and rushes to hug Bruce. “You’re back!”
“Yes,” Bruce says stiffly, but he hugs Dick back tight.
“I missed you!” Dick tells him, then he pulls back and grins at him. “You should see this new gadget Lucius and I were testing, you’re gonna love it! It’s–”
“Would you like to go to Batburger for dinner?”
Dick stops talking and blinks at him, a little confused.
“Well when are the others coming back?” he asks. “And what happened to the ‘we have food at home’ agenda you were on before you left? Is this a test? It’s not a very good one.”
“Think of it as a celebration.”
“For you coming home?”
“For you being the only child who didn’t greet me when I came home with a bill for damages.”
“…What?”
“Your brothers are grounded until further notice.”
“All three of them?”
“Yes.”
“No end date in sight?”
“Not as of now, no.”
“…And where are they?”
“In their rooms. Thinking about what they did.”
Dick is speechless, because he can’t believe all three of his brothers are home and the manor is this quiet. They must have really fucked up if they’re not shouting about how unfair their punishment is.
“I’ve called Alfred, he’ll be here tomorrow. Would you mind picking him up from the airport for me? I’d like to have another chat with your brothers before he arrives.”
“I can pick up Grandpa Alfred, no problem,” Dick says, still in a bit of a daze.
Bruce is really calling in the big guns if he got Alfred to get here this fast.
“Thanks, chum,” Bruce says, a smile on his face. Then he claps a hand on Dick’s shoulder and steers him towards the door. “So did you want Batburger? Or would you rather get something else?”
“Batburger’s good,” Dick says. “Are you sure we should leave them here by themselves?”
“Oh, they won’t be leaving their rooms if they know what’s good for them.”
“…Right,” Dick mutters. Once they’re in Bruce’s car and heading towards the main road, Dick then to him and asks, “Can we get milkshakes with dinner, too?”
“You can get anything you want, chum. Now tell me about what you got up to while I was gone. Lucius had nothing but good things to say.”
Dick chats his ear off the entire drive to Batburger. When they’re ordering, Bruce laughs a bit when Dick insists that Bruce also has to get a milkshake with him.
new justice league member dick watching as they arrest Jason because he’s still technically a crimelord & just. Not doing anything about it because Bruce is off-world and it’s just objectively funny that they’re arresting the 14 year old son of Batman without knowing.
Even funnier if it’s an au where dick joins during Bruce’s off-world mission and they JL are unaware Batman has kids to begin with,,
Tim and Damian lowk irrelevant for this idea so let’s say they were visiting Alfred in England or something for whatever reason
Dick, 16, watching as the JL arrest his dumb 14 year old brother who he EXPLICITLY TOLD he was not allowed to go out on patrol tonight bc Dick was busy and then was dumb enough to GET CAUGHT when he disobeyed Dick’s direct order:
“Wow, you guys got Red Hood. I bet Batman will be speechless when he gets back.”
“You should’ve seen the weapons on him when we caught up to him!” Hal says, laughing.
“Oh really?” Dick says, grinning, arms crossed. “Oh Batman will be thrilled to hear about that.”
Jason has a mask on because they took the helmet off, but Dick can still tell he’s glaring at him.
“Such a shame you’re gonna have to sit in a JL cell until the Bat gets back,” Dick taunts him, smirking as he pats Jason on the shoulder. Then he leans forward and whispers in his ear, “Maybe you should’ve listened when someone said to stay put for the night.”
Then he shoves Jason inside the room the JL is keeping him in and does his best not to laugh.
When Dick gets home, Tim and Damian are tattling that Jason went out without Dick and he needs to get in trouble and Dick needs to go bring him home so they can watch him get in trouble.
“Not to worry, birdies,” Dick says cheerfully, “Red Hood’s been arrested by the JL! The big bad Bat will have to bail him out when he gets home.”
They both stare at Dick, gaping. Then they’re all cracking up, and Tim is running up the stairs to go raid Jason’s room while he’s not here to chase him away.
“Remember, birdies!” Dick calls after them. “This is why we listen to our smart big brother who Dad left in charge for a reason!”
He gets two very unenthused replies, but they agree nonetheless to continue listening to Dick’s rules.
It’s only a week before Bruce gets back with the others, but Dick goes to the Watchtower every day to taunt and tease Jason from the window, waving at him, asking if he’s having fun, if he’s enjoying his time in the slammer.
“I’ll shoot you in your big fat mouth when I’m out of here!” Jason threatens.
“I’d like to see you try,” Dick scoffs. “Besides, B is going to ground you for the rest of your life when he gets home. So enjoy what little freedom you have left while it lasts.”
Then he laughs as Jason rages and he walks away, waving his fingers and calling out, “Toodles!”
When Bruce gets back with the others, he’s first disappointed in the JL for recruiting a teenager and not realizing he’s a teenager and not getting the appropriate parental/guardian forms signed for an underage JL member/affiliate. Then he’s even more disappointed when he realizes they didn’t know Nightwing was his son, that they didn’t figure it out at all.
Then he’s completely exhausted when he finds out they arrested Red Hood.
“How much school has he missed?” he asks, pinching the bridge of his nose despite still wearing the cowl.
“Just while he’s been in the slammer?” Dick asks, feeling giddy. “A week. Before that? So much. I did my best, I really did, but he’s unruly. I had your two other little batlings to raise in your absence, I had my hands full! And I still made the honor roll!”
“Yes, I’m very proud of you, thank you for being a good big brother,” he says, his voice flat.
“Well you don’t have to sound so thrilled about it,” Dick scoffs.
Bruce puts a hand on top of his head, a cross between ruffling his hair and shoving his head down.
Bruce wishes he could’ve stayed in space for maybe just another week. Just one. He’s already tired, and he’s been back for all of ten minutes.
“Oh also, Hood crashed your Bentley.”
“WHAT?”
“Can I be there when you ground him for the rest of his life?”
Bruce is already rushing towards the room they said they’ve been keeping Jason in, smoke practically coming out of his ears. Dick is cackling as he follows after him.
Please think of the comedy gold in a court of owls/YJ season 1 cartoon fic if Dick has been keeping his Talon connections hidden from literally everyone, and then that episode where they’re confessing their villain connections comes up. Just imagine the juxtaposition between their circumstances
“My dad is sportsmaster and my sister is Cheshire :/ they’re making me go to some Light meeting with them”
“Queen Bee is blackmailing me bc my Martian form is a different color than I told you and I’ve been giving her intel to keep it hidden :(“
“Lex Luthor is my DNA donor and he’s been giving me super drugs :/“
Then Dick hits them with: “my great-grandpa is an undead assassin for an underground secret society in Gotham and he threatened to kill my adoptive dad if i didn’t act as his little assassin so actually I’ve been killing a lot of elites who pissed off the court of owls and also he’s been actively torturing me. I told B I was having sleepovers with the Commissioner’s daughter because she’s my friend and she always covers for me. I think he thinks we’re dating. He gave me The Talk one night before I left, and then I went and killed a socialite who insulted the Grand Master at a gala the weekend before.”
Everyone just stares at him, blinking. They’re all totally silent.
“You’ve done what now?”
“Just, ya know, killed some people.”
“…Are you sure you’re not doing some weird Gotham drugs? I’d rather you told us you’re doing drugs.”
“Well electrum is kind of a drug.”
“What the hell is electrum.”
“Never mind, never mind, forget I said anything. So your dad is Sportsmaster? We can work with that, let’s work with that.”
I don’t utilize Black Mask enough in my little fic scenarios. The Lego Batman game reminded me he exists and tbh I think he could be fun
Everyone watch this clip with the idea that Ryan Gosling is Nightwing, Russel Crowe is Red Hood, and the little girl whose name escapes me is Robin!Tim. The villain is idk Black Mask maybe idk
I have no overarching idea for this, it’s just a small interaction I think would be funny
But imagine Dick getting some really high profile job. Fuck it, maybe he becomes an astronaut for shit and giggles. He’s been to space before anyway, he already knows what to do. Piece of cake.
Then one day when he’s being interviewed either pre-launch or post-landing, some reporter is asking, “Mr. Grayson! Mr. Grayson! How did you manage to get this position to be able to go to space?”
“Success in life is all about networking,” he says, a cocky grin on his face. “It’s all about who you know. That’s why it’s very important to get adopted by a popular billionaire after the tragic murder of both your parents when you’re a young child. I also have a degree in mechanical engineering and a pilot’s license.”
Then he gives them a charming smile, a wink, and he continues on to the next person.
Could also work with a job where he’s like an actor or a performer or something, but with the added, “Also, I went to Juilliard,” instead of the engineering thing lmao
Omg new fucked up court of owls inspired idea
Dick’s aunt and uncle in the circus had a son, Johnny. Johnny was 7 years older than him. Bigger. Had more experience with their training. And both of them were being groomed to become Cobb’s next Talons (they knew him as Grandpa Cobb).
When they weren’t training specific skills, Cobb would make them fight each other. Johnny almost always won because he was physically bigger and stronger than Dick.
Until the day he didn’t win.
Dick had taken their grandfathers advice (threat) to fight dirtier than normal, and it ends with Johnny cracking his head open and dying. Cobb is so proud of him. His parents are so proud of him. Even his aunt and uncle, despite their grief, are proud of him. Because he’s showing real ruthlessness, real aptitude at becoming a Talon.
Dick never gets the image of Johnny’s bloody head and glazed over eyes out of his own head. It haunts him for the rest of his life. Dick was only 7. And he decides then and there that he never wants to kill another person ever again. Because even though Johnny was always mean to him in training, even though Johnny always bragged about being Grandpa’s favorite, he was still basically Dick’s big brother. And he was nice sometimes, when they weren’t training. He’d sneak out of the circus grounds sometimes with the older kids, and he’d even let Dick tag along. He taught Dick how to train surf. And after Cobb and their parents left training, he’d even help Dick correct anything that their Grandpa or parents yelled at him about.
And now he’s dead, and it’s all Dick’s fault, and he doesn’t understand why everyone is celebrating.
A few months later, his family falls during their performance in Gotham. Part of him is a little relieved. Maybe now he’ll never have to see Grandpa Cobb ever again.
Then Bruce adopts him, and he becomes Robin, and then Nightwing, and he never tells anyone about Johnny. He never tells them he was supposed to be a Talon. He never tells them about what he did.
Then maybe something happens during a mission with the rest of the Batfam. Maybe something with Scarecrow, and Dick’s greatest fear comes to life in some fucked up new experiment of Scarecrow’s.
And it’s Johnny. It’s Johnny with blood caked in his hair and his eyes fogged over and his skin decaying, and he’s getting bigger and bigger until he’s looming over Dick, a fist gripping the collar of the Nightwing suit.
“Johnny,” Dick gasps, but he can’t quite find his voice.
“You killed me,” Johnny’s voice rasps. “You killed me, Dickie. It was just a spar, Dickie. Why did you listen to Grandpa? Why did you kill me? YOU KILLED ME!”
“It was an accident!” he tries to shout, but Johnny’s corpse just keeps holding on tighter to his suit and shaking him and shouting over him.
“YOU KILLED ME!” he screams in Dick’s face, and his breath smells like rot. “You didn’t even become a Talon! What was the point? It should have been me who lived! You were weak; Grandpa always said so! I was Grandpa’s favorite, you were nothing but a spare! I should have killed you! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU!”
Bruce eventually managed to get Scarecrow’s device to stop, and Johnny disappears, but Dick is still in shock.
“It should have been me,” he keeps whispering. “Johnny. Johnny, it should have been me.”
His breathing is shallow and his eyes aren’t really seeing anything. By the time he snaps back to it, he’s in the Batcave with Bruce sitting next to him, cowl off, holding Dick’s hand. Bruce’s fingers are squeezed so tight in Dick’s grip that they’re turning red.
“Dickie, chum,” Bruce says carefully. “Who’s Johnny?”
And Dick breaks down crying, sobbing, screaming. Bruce is holding him tight, letting him cry, not trying to make him stop. Because whatever trauma Dick went through, it’s clear he never had the chance to process any of it. Bruce won’t try to speed up the process. Dick will tell him when he’s ready.
Just had a slightly unhinged idea for the JL figuring out Batman has kids
Bruce gets sent to an alien planet for whatever reason, and he leaves Dick (now Nightwing) behind. Dick is 16. He is, for the most part, in charge of his younger siblings while Bruce is gone.
Jason is 14 and Red Hood. Tim is 13 and Red Robin. Damian is 10 and Robin. They are NOT allowed to patrol more than one day a week, and they can only go on patrol if Dick is with them.
Alfred is much older but comes to visit from England to stay with them while Bruce is away. He is very much the doting grandpa.
And during this time, Nightwing is invited to join the JL. Dick assumes they all know he’s Batman’s son, thinks it’s their weird way of checking in on him for Batman. Or maybe they think they need a Batman replacement while he’s gone, and so his oldest child is the next best thing.
Either way, Dick joins.
He thinks all of his dad’s coworkers are weird as hell and also very stupid, because he realizes they don’t know he’s Batman’s son. He decides to fuck with them because of it. For fun.
Bruce comes back a few months later and sees Nightwing at the welcome back meeting and just goes, “What are you doing here? Where are your brothers?”
“They’re with Grandpa.”
“Oh good, good,” Bruce puts a hand on his heart, relieved. He momentarily forgot he asked Alfred to come stay with the boys. He was afraid Dick was here to drag him back to a chaos riddled Gotham and to tell him his other sons all went apeshit without any adult supervision.
But then he remembers he’s seeing his first born after months away from his kids and the softest smile spreads across his face, and it freaks everyone out when he just hugs the newbie super tight and tells him, “I missed you so much, chum.”
“I missed you more,” Dick mumbles into Bruce’s shoulder. “Your kids are insane and I demand compensation.”
Bruce just chuckles, squeezing Dick again before pulling back. Then he realizes everyone is staring at them and he gets offended.
“What? You’ve never seen a dad hug his kid before? I haven’t seen him in months!”
“Oooooh, he’s your kid!” someone says.
“I was afraid you were dating or something,” another mentions.
Dick has a visceral reaction, and he shimmies away from Bruce to shiver and gag and try to shake out all the heebie jeebies that one sentence just gave him.
“Wait a damn minute,” Bruce barks, and he stomps over to the group that was left mainly in charge. “Underage heroes need a release form signed by a parent or guardian! And I know for a fact I didn’t sign anything for him to join before I left!”
“He - he must’ve signed something saying he was an adult!” They try to say.
They had wrongly assumed Nightwing was over 18. Dick never corrected them.
Dick tries to sidestep away, but Bruce turns back around and grabs his shoulder while Dick whines.
“I just drew a little bat like when we forge your shit for the commish,” he whines, putting his pointer fingers up to his head like the ears of the batcowl. “I thought they knew I was your kid! At first. It quickly became obvious that they’re dumb. But I did nothing wrong! They’re the ones who accepted it!”
Bruce groans, throwing his head back, then sighs and puts a hand over his eyes.
“What else happened while I was away?”
“Well I was your perfect most well behaved child as always,” Dick says, holding a hand to his chest. “I got straight As in all my classes, I took care of Gotham for you, I went out as Batman as necessary for patrol to keep up appearances, and I raised your other three gremlin children to the best of my ability and kept them reined in without setting them loose on the poor unsuspecting idiots of Gotham, with Grandpa’s help. I helped baby bat with his homework and got him ready for school every morning, and I made sure Red always remembered to take his lunch to school. I did my best with Hood, he is an outlier and he is not to be counted.”
“What did he do?”
“He failed his math class and has to take summer school.”
Bruce sighs, but puts a hand on top of Dick’s head and ruffles his hair a bit.
“Thank you for being a good big brother and holding down the fort while I was gone.”
“It was miserable and terrible and I miss being an only child.”
“As you remind me so very often.”
“But you know what would make it so much easier to bear?” Dick asks, a big grin on his face.
“What would that be?”
“My very own Batmobile,” Dick says, holding out his hands. “It could be blue, for Nightwing! We could call it the Wingmobile! It would pair nicely with my Wingdings, don’t you think?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“I was you!” Dick insists. “For seven months! That’s well over half the school year! I deserve a car!”
“You have a car already. You got it for your 16th birthday.”
“I deserve a vigilante car!” Dick whines. “Or at least a motorcycle! Come on, please?”
They leave not long after that. And that’s how the Justice League finds out that Batman has children. And they accidentally recruited one.
And that they should really screen the paperwork from new members better, because he really did sign everything with a doodle of a batblob.
What about a fic where Dick has been given the okay by Bruce to reveal his identity to the yj team in season 1, but he decides to have fun with it. He just starts dropping little hints that should have them all connecting the dots, and he enjoys watching them try to piece all the clues together.
“I won’t be available for training on Tuesdays and Thursdays the next few months,” he says one afternoon.
“Why not?” one of his teammates asks.
“That’s when I have baseball games after school. Tuesdays are away games, so I don’t get home until late. Also I have practice Monday, Wednesday, and some Fridays, so I’ll probably be late those days if B lets me come here afterwards.”
“You…play a sport?”
“Yeah, I even made Varsity!”
That was hint number one. He thought it was fairly easy to figure out who he was after that; he’s the only freshman on the Gotham Academy Varsity Baseball team. Artemis never puts two and two together.
Hint number two he thought was a lot more obvious, but no one took the bait. He also thought it was pretty generous, seeing as it became two hints for the price of one.
“I have to leave by 5:30 tonight. Agent A is starting to get annoyed when I’m late for dinner.”
“Who’s Agent A?”
“The butler, if you want to be technical about it,” he says with a shrug.
“…You have a butler?”
“Technically, B has a butler. I don’t employ him. Because I’m 13.”
“…Right. And you live with Batman?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“What about your parents?”
“They died when I was little.” If he says it nonchalantly enough, he can pretend it doesn’t still hurt to say. He also steadfastly ignores Conner’s muttered Is he not still little? How tall is he? “I’ve lived with B ever since.”
“Did he kidnap you?”
“No!” Dick huffs. “He adopted me! Jeez!”
Now he’s annoyed, and he decides to go home early. They still don’t figure it out, and that annoys him even more.
The third hint may as well be his secret identity handed to them on a silver platter.
“I can’t come to the movie marathon on Saturday,” he grumbles, dragging his feet. “B is making me go to some stupid gala thing.”
“A gala?” Someone asks.
“Like for rich people?” Someone else scoffs.
“Yeah, it’s some charity thing,” he mumbles. He doesn’t want to go. Vicki Vale has been extra annoying lately, and he doesn’t want to have to avoid her questions all night. He doesn’t know who Bruce’s latest paramour is, and he certainly wouldn’t be blabbing about it to her gossip rag tabloids in the first place. “I think it’s gonna be on TV or something.”
They don’t watch the broadcast. Which is a shame, because they may have figured it out if they’d seen the interview of Bruce and Dick together.
The next one he does just to screw with them.
“Can you believe B is making me take tennis lessons?” he scoffs, stomping into the room. “It’s gonna be so lame!”
“Where are you taking tennis lesson in Gotham?” Artemis snorts.
“The Bristol Country Club,” he tells her, falling back into a chair and putting his feet on the coffee table.
Artemis’ eyes nearly bug out of her head.
“Do you have to pay extra to get tennis lessons at a country club?” M’gann asks.
“I think it’s included in the membership or something, I dunno,” he says, waving a hand.
“Batman goes to a country club?”
“Yeah, we go for dinner there like once a week. The steak is pretty good.”
“You and Batman get dinner at a country club? Weekly?”
“If we can, yeah,” he says, waving a hand. “B likes the golf course there.”
When they still don’t figure it out even after Dick Grayson posts on social media about going to the Bristol Country Club to play golf with Bruce Wayne the very next day, he finally gives up on them.
“You guys are so thick,” he says, sounding so offended as he stands in front of them with his arms crossed and a frown on his face. “I gave you so many hints! So many!”
They all can’t stop staring at him. Mostly because he’s not wearing his mask. Or his sunglasses.
Dick Grayson is standing before the team, supremely disappointed in them.
“B finally gives me the go ahead to tell you my secret ID, and then he makes a bet with me about how long it would take you guys to find out for yourselves! And I believed in you! And now I have to do the dishes and take out the trash and clean up after Ace without complaining about any of it for a month!”
“Who’s Ace?”
“Our dog!“
“Don’t you have a butler to do all that?”
“He’s not a servant,” he says, now even more offended. “I still have chores. I’m not a total spoiled brat, jeez. But I usually at least get to bitch about it! And now I can’t for a whole month, you guys suck!”
“…do you not have a dishwasher in your giant mansion?”
“It’s a manor,” he corrects. And then his voice gets a little shrieky as he whines, “And it still sucks having to load and unload the dishwasher! Do you know how nitpicky they BOTH are about how dishes have to go in a dishwasher? It’s like the world’s worst game of Tetris! Shit!”
“And you don’t get to whine about it at all for the next month,” Bruce teases him, poking his head around the corner. “Pleasure doing business, chum.”
Dick snaps his head towards him, only to turn back and glare at his friends.
“I could have gotten out of tennis lessons instead, you absolutely shitheads. Ugh!” Then he stomps off.
After he’s left, Conner turns to the others and says, “I thought he was fucking with us about the tennis lessons.”
are you plannning on writing any more fics soon?? i love all of your stuff especially the evil M’gann stuff.
I have a couple in the works but idk when I’ll ever finish them. I’ve had a severe case of writer’s block lately and I’ve also just been very busy with work and haven’t had a ton of time to write.
Also the new Lego Batman game is going to be taking up a lot of my free time for the next couple weeks lmao (but it might spark som inspiration, so we shall see).
Picture this: a scenario where the JL doesn’t know Batman & Robin’s secret identities yet. Maybe they don’t even know if Robin is real or just a rumor online. And they’re discussing a time for their next meeting when Batman just interjects:
“Saturday won’t work for me. My son’s baseball team is having a bake sale.”
The entire room goes silent, because no one realized Batman even had a kid. Or went out in the daylight.
“What?” one of the others asks, still shocked.
“A bake sale,” Batman says slowly, like they’re all a little stupid. “It’s a fundraiser.”
“I know what a bake sale is! But since when do you have a kid?”
“Have you not met Robin?” he asks, sounding genuinely surprised. “He’s been to the Watchtower several times now.”
“Robin’s your kid?” gets asked first, followed closely by someone else asking, “Robin is real?”
“Can’t you just drop him off?” Superman asks, trying to calm the situation.
“Well I’m also the coach, so that probably wouldn’t be setting a very good example for the kids, Superman.”
“You’re the coach?” Someone asks.
“Yes.”
“Of a little league team?”
“Yes.”
“Are we in the Twilight Zone?” Hal whispers to Barry, who shushes him.
“Will Sunday work?” Superman asks quickly, wanting this to get resolved.
“So long as it’s over with by 4pm.”
“Why?”
“I told Robin I’d take him to the Gotham Knights game.”
Everyone’s heads are spinning. Batman is actually acting like a normal guy with a normal kid. This is not at all what they imagined he was like outside of the cowl. Some of them didn’t think he ever actually took the cowl off at all.
That Sunday, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson are seen on TV arriving a little late to sit behind home plate at the Gotham Knights game. Dick, 9 years old, looks very grumpy about being late until Bruce gets him a giant ice cream to make up for the fact that his meeting ran long. It still takes a few years before the JL find out Bruce Wayne is Batman.
are you going to write a follow up to universal donor??
I hadn’t planned on it tbh
There’s an ad for Bristol Country Club in the Lego Batman game and now I need a fic where Bruce and Dick go to some fancy country club and just weak havoc
I do not give a single fuck about Jason and Tim and the others though so I'd be fine if it's just Bruce, Dick, Talia, Damian and Ra's being a family ❤️
It's just Jason and others being included would be angsty and who doesn't love angst 😛
I know this is about the specific post but look look I have no issue with Jason and Tim in like a general sense. My issue is when I make a post/fic that specifically is about Dick, and then I get flooded with messages/comments that are like “what about Jason?? What about Tim?? Where’s Jason?? Why isn’t Jason Robin? You should add Jason. How does Dick react when he finds out Jason is Robin? You should add Tim. Tim was there when the Graysons fell so your timeline in your fic doesnt work!” it’s not about them!!! All it does is irritate the shit out of me lmao.
Which is exactly why I had Deathstroke kill off Jason in one of my fics before he could have ever had the chance to meet Batman, because I didn’t want any question about why he wasn’t there as Robin at the end of the fic. That fic’s version of Bruce never would have taken on another child in that situation anyway. And yet!!! Still got comments about Jason. 🙃