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btw with email u dont have to lick the envelope. i know a lot of people have been doing that and its fine and all but you dont acrtually have to do that with email.
Nap time at Wayne Manor :)
That’s his son y’all <3
Batfam headcanon
So, I've seen posts of Bruce forgetting his kids are adopted, but what if the batkids forget they're adopted?
Jason and Tim: *fighting*
Jason: You're adopted!
Tim: *gasps* >:0
Tim: So are you!
Jason:
Tim:
Jason: Damn, you're right.
Dick tries making fun of Jason before Jay brings up that one time they were seeing pictures of toddler Bruce with his baby curls and Dick said "Oh, so that's where I got mine from."
Batfam as things my friends and I have said IRL
Dick: Are we thinking the same thing?
Jason: I genuinely don't know, because I'm currently thinking about hot pockets for some reason.
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*Guttural squelching and trumpeting noises coming from the boy's bathroom*
Barbara, walking past: What is happening in there???
Tim: Uh........circumcision.
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Bruce: No Jason, you can't kill anyone.
Jason: He won't let me kill anybody, and I wanna kill somebody because he won't let me have trauma and I want trauma!!!
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(Before leaving for a business trip)
Tim: Can I bring Kon with us?
Bruce: If he can fit in your suitcase, then sure.
Kon: I'm not that short!!
Jason: We can make him that short.
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Random Gothamite at a gala: I've never been to a funeral before.
Jason, appearing out of nowhere: I have. It was kinda funny.
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Dick: The birds and the bees. When two people over each other—
Damian: I love my mother.
Jason: I love your mother.
Damian: You are having intercourse with my mother?!?!?
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Damian: I don't know much about marine life.
Tim: They don't know much about you either.
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Superman: You are following in your father's footsteps.
Jason: I'm going to jail??
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Damian: You all are slow.
Jason, in a reproachful tone: Nice words, Damian.
Tim: Says you.
Jason: SHUT UP. YOUR OPINION IS INVALID.
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*Tim and Damian passionately beating up a random goon*
Dick: Aww look, they're bonding!
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Steph: I don't think of Tim as a brunette. He gives...bald. Y'know, prison convict?
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Bruce, finishing up a mission briefing: Tim, do you have any questions?
Tim, sleep deprived: Tim, what is a question?
Bruce: I'm asking you???
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Damian: Stop. Stop existing.
Tim: He told me to kill myself!!!
To expand on the thing I mentioned before (I don’t remember what post, but I think it was about Dick being possessive)
Dick hides from his siblings that Bruce is really good at cooking, just so he can have it all to himself. He will actively tell them lies, like how eating something Bruce made has given him food poisoning when that only happened because he snuck into the kitchen when Bruce was cooking and ate something raw
Bruce is oblivious to this tidbit and just thinks his kids prefer it if he doesn’t make any food. It’s not like he cooks by himself all that often anyway, so it doesn’t matter to him. Cooking is a chore in his eyes, and he just doesn’t like to do it; he's got better things to do
Dick doesn’t care; he is unashamed of the fact that he is manipulating his siblings and his Dad. He’s a little surprised it’s gone unnoticed for as long as it has, but he’ll take it
There’s been a lot of close calls and slip-ups over the years, but Dick has held it together very well. Panic will only alert his siblings to the fact that something is up, and if that happens, he'll spiral
Not to say that his other children haven’t had his food, they just don’t know that Bruce is the one who made it. They think it’s extremely fancy food Bruce bought
If DIck had his way, he would keep this part of Bruce all to himself to the end of time. Maybe it's a little twisted, but Dick enjoys the feeling of it being only him and Bruce, just like when he was younger. He likes to think he knows more of Bruce than anyone else in their family
Harry: Dawg, remember that time we snuck out?
Ron: That was crazy.
Harry: I got so much in trouble for that...
Ron: I was grounded for a week!
Harry: Grounded?
Harry: Bro I was put in the oven for an hour.
Ron: ?!!??!
Harry: My aunt and uncle were pissed dude.
Ron: THEY. PUT. YOU. IN. THE. OVEN?!
Harry: Muggle parents dude. She had it preheated to like 350°.
Ron: ?!!??
Harry: Had me marinating with some garlic.
Ron: Bro what the hell!?! I'm calling my parents.
This is how Remus bagged Sirius at some random concert venue
Bruce: Here *sets down jar on kitchen table*
The whole room stops, and Tim stares wide-eyed at the jar before backing away in slight disgust
Tim: What is that? Aren’t you supposed to be on bed rest?
Bruce: Your spleeeennnn
Tim: What?
Dick: What.
Bruce: You got sick last month, and it was bad… I felt bad… spleen…
Jason: *turning to Tim* You were missing your spleen? When the hell were you gonna tell anyone?!
Tim: Slipped my mind, anyway, how did you find out?
Bruce: I go into the League of Assassins servers and whatnot from time to time ever since Damian came into the family, no biggie
Duke: And you...?
Bruce: Infiltrated them about two hours ago to steal back your brother's spleen?
Bruce: Yes
Steph: Are you on drugs? You sound like you’re on drugs. What did Alfred give you?
Bruce: I don’t remember, something for my broken ribs
Cass: *standing up and leading Bruce to sit down in a chair* How many?
Bruce: Three, not a big deal. Anyways, spleen. *grins widely*
Jason: Wait... you infiltrated the League of Assassins while high
Bruce: *looks confused* What, like it's hard?
Damian: *had left the room earlier, is now back with a glass of cold water* Baba, please drink
Bruce: *takes glass and ruffles Damian’s hair* Thank you, baby, you’re so good to me. I love you so much *starts kissing his cheeks while Damian weakly tries to escape*
Dick: … *only slightly jealous* I’m calling Alfred
Duke: *poking Bruce’s forehead only to get a blinding smile back* Bruce is kinda cute like this, all dopey and stuff
first time dad (click for better quality 😛)
What if Bruce banned Batman merch in the manor...
...but his children run a black market right under his nose?
There are many reasons why Bruce bans it. It ranges from self depreciating, to embarrassment, to practical 'Batman is supposed to be scary'.
It is unfortunate that he loves his children, and they lives to make his life difficult.At first it was just in the family. Dick has vintage stuff no one else had. Jason has a full-out seamstress that he wouldn't share with the class. Tim has an entire catalog and some ultra rare stuff. Damian straight created his own. Stephanie steals. Barbara deals. Cass trades favors. And Duke stopped attempting to hide after a week.
They could've at least hidden it better, but they don't. They wear suits and sit around the dining table in the fancy dinning room and run it like a Mafia trade.
There were full out wars! For Batman merch! Someone got thrown off the stairs at one point!And Alfred doesn't even try to stop them! He just let it happen!
Bruce wants to disappear under a rock
.He is fine with other hero merch! He even brought them for his children! Heck, he brought the merch of his children! Why do they have to do this to him???
Bruce.exe does not understand.
Anyways, at some point, dealing within the family wasn't enough for them anymore. No, they expanded.
Tim separates a W.E. branch out to make the merch, filed the right paperworks, got them approved, the whole legal administrative shebang.
Dick, Steph, Cass, and Duke made idea lists, and held meetings over designs every week.
Jason takes the textile part of the idea list to his seamstress, and gets her to make mock ups and settle the pattern.
Damian makes an entire collector's edition.
They made an operation so well thought out, and sustainable, that Poison Ivy would approve.
This was getting out of hand. Bruce thought he ought to cut them off before the potential lack of numbers hurts their feelings.
That does not happen.
Apparently, Gotham, at least the normal people population, loves Batman. They, for real, believe that giving their child a Batman plushie would protect them from harm. That having a batarang sticker on their door would ward off evil. That having a little Batman keychain hanging on their bags and purses would prevent them from getting robbed.
This entire thing fries Bruce's brain for a good couple of days.
Then, because the universe hates him, his children released Wayne merch.
Those somehow sell even better than Batman merch.
Because Gotham, apparently loves him. Both sides of him. Because 'guy's a disaster, but he tries', 'Wayne Foundation helped my family', 'you can tell someone cares'.
That's when, with a little more help from his children, Bruce finally realizes that people don't care whether or not Batman, or Bruce Wayne, is perfect or not.
Gotham always knew. And the people stayed anyways. Because they can tell.
Bruce shuts himself in his room and cries as emotions process, until he falls asleep from exhaustion.
(it's ok, he wakes up buried under all of his children. And he is exactly where he wants to be.)
(no more self depreciating thoughts, at least for now)
(what he doesn't know is that his babies had a taste of positive reinforcement, and they are planning on expanding, again.)
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Sean Pertwee is the only fuckable Alfred, I am prepared to fight on this topic.
When Dick was a teenager and at odds with Bruce, he tried to get a piercing as a form of rebellion. He heard from his friends that their parents totally flipped, so he got himself an earring.
Blue, gaudy, and bedazzled.
When he showed up to the manor with it, he made sure to strut in front of Jason and pretend he didn’t care that his little brother was practically fawning over how cool he looked.
The moment Bruce came into the room, Dick was expecting a huge confrontation and a yelling match, like his friends had all said would happen.
Instead, Bruce lit up and smiled at Dick before leaving the room in a hurry.
Jason and Dick exchanged confused glances before Bruce came back holding a picture and beaming proudly.
The picture is of teen Bruce with a whole bunch of piercings, looking like an ethereal vampire. Snake bites that made it look like he had fangs, industrial, lobe, septum, bridge, etc. Just a lot.
The boys are slack-jawed at their Dad looking like that while Bruce is fondly telling him about all the piercings he had and how he wished he had more, but Alfred wouldn’t let him
“I also had a belly piercing. Ollie convinced me to get that one back at boarding school.” Bruce said wistfully, reminiscing about his intense goth era when he didn’t have to worry too much about public perception.
Dick is mortified because for more than half a second he actually thought his Dad was super cool again. Jason is ooh-ing and awe-ing at the picture.
When Dick does back his apartment, he considers taking the piercing out and letting the hole close up, but he feels slightly bad since Bruce was trying to connect with him.
When Nightwing tells Justice League members that Batman makes him laugh, obviously, everyone knows that he's joking, because that's Batman. How the hell does That make anybody laugh?
But then really weird things start to happen. Like suddenly, Batman starts making little quips that toe the line between sarcasm and puns. He begins to humor the stupid ideas that other heroes come up with purely for comedic purposes. He even admits things like "Jesus, I'm getting so old, if I hurt my back much more, spin class is going to be an issue."
And the thing is, Batman only does these things when Nightwing is around, and it literally always earns a laugh from the younger hero. Sometimes they high-five after Nightwing recovers from a fit of giggles. At this point, nobody knows that they're father and son, so this type of behavior is just really freaking people out.
I don't know where I saw it first, but the idea that Dick is like nonverbal when he's younger and kinda reverts to it when he's older too and the only person who can read him accurately is Bruce means so much to me
just just just-
Superman, eyes narrowed at little Robin!Dick who's sitting on the chimney: Hmmmm. He wants me to fly Batman, tiredly dealing with the leftover goons nearby: No. Superman, eyes twitching as he tries to telepathically reach Dick: He wants to fly Batman, eyes rolling behind the mask: He always wants to fly. That doesn't count. Superman, about ready to bribe Dick into speaking: He wants... Robin!Dick, completely unbothered by Clark's desperate attempts: :) Batman, exasperated and joining his son again: He wanted to see you punt that car into the sky. But since you couldn't understand him... Robin!Dick, who actually wanted Bruce to hug him and is now getting his wish but is still a little shit: :( Clark, panicking: Wait no- ~ Oliver, babysitting: Do you want... to go play videogames? Little Dick Grayson, staring at him wide eyed: :/ Oliver, frowning because he will crack this thank you very much Dinah for your vote of confidence: how about... the park? Bruce, who hasn't left yet because Oliver is helpless: No. Oliver, intent: The movie theater? Bruce, concerned at how no one is able to understand his son when it's so easy: No. Oliver, growing a lil panicked: You want to bake something! Bruce, now severely concerned for his friends ability to read people: Not even close. Oliver: I give up. Bruce: He wants you to read to him. Dick: *nodding* Oliver:... *i hate you, you're lying to me, this is rigged-* yeah okay ~ Hal, on watch with Nightwing: mmmm waffles! Nightwing, tired and nonverbal but amused: *shakes head* Hal, concentrating: mmmm pancakes! Nightwing, yawning: *shakes head* Hal, panicking now because the elevator just opened which means Bruce is about to arrive: um um- oh! Chocolate fudge! Bruce, arrived: White chocolate chip macadamia cookies. Dick, pleased: *nods* Hal, defeated: ... one, please...
Bruce showing Jason around after he first brings him home
Bruce: ...and don't worry all the chandeliers are reinforced so they won't break while you swing on them
Jason: Why would I do that?
Bruce: ...you don't want to swing on the chandeliers and parkour around the furniture?
Jason: No???
Bruce, tearing up: thank you
Damian, presenting a shiny object: I believe this should cover it, father.
Bruce: Cover what?
Damian: A hug. I wish to have one. I have brought payment. I understand that Grayson does not require this transaction for hugs, but as the head of the household, I assume yours come with fees?
Bruce: ... I am going to murder your grandfather.