helluo librorum

mostly batfam yappings for now, I love Bruce Wayne so Bruce antis are free to press the back button or block me. have fun <3

[haveihitanerve]

A near-death after-mission experience for the Batkids consists of hovering and helping clean up and getting food and doing etc etc etc over Things™ - but never Far away from the site of Last Fought bc

Bruce, once he's finished on his end, once he's done wtv the Fuck stuff he needs to do, once he's dotted the is and checked the ts, comes looking for them.

Its something they have literally become Pavolved into expecting- even Jason- and they genuinely cannot properly destress after a mission until Bruce seeks them out like a fucking bloodhound

Let me be clear: This ritual is not two-sided. Bruce does not give a shit about the Child he is seeking out- he does not actually require them to be aware of his presence in the slightest while going about it, he literally just needs their body

The entire Ritual™ just entails of Bruce walking up to, behind, from some direction that is most convenient for them, and just... holding. In some way shape or form

Steph is mid conversation with Donna, chattering in the Manor while they're restocking the pantry and there's like eight other heroes milling about around them and Bruce just walks up behind her, wraps his arms around her waist, presses his face into her still steaming Gotham™ hair, and then leaves again.

Dick is laughing at Clark who is trying desperately to put a band aid on a small child with a boo-boo and unwrapping his hand as he watches, Bruce walks over, tucks Dick's head underneath his chin and just stands there for a few minutes before walking away again.

Cass is having her post-battle nap and Bruce walks over, picks her up and holds her for a little bit, then sets her back down and leaves to find the next one.

Damian is actively in the air with Jon and Bruce walks over to Superman, taps him twice on the shoulder and wordlessly points up- comes flying over, grabs his sons wrist for a second, then returns to the ground

Like. It is seriously just a quick physical check-in after a battle to reassure himself they are alive and well and breathing and have not yet collapsed due to some injury he missed, they are okay. That's all it is. Just Bruce appearing, touching them for a moment and absorbing their Life™ like a damned coke-snorter and dipping again

[nemoredraw]

I prefer this ship 🥴

[unicornconnor]

"Tamed god"

[ilovemybruciewayne]

Since Tumblr decided to be a bitch and take all my inspiration away by not letting me post the answer... (I will post it with a screen shot, later on bc I'm pissed lmao)

Have you seen the video of that guy going around campus "would you call your mom and tell her I love you?" And most of the mums (and the few dads) going "what happened? Are you ok?"??

Well, short promp bc I need the fluff:

He frowned at his phone before picking it from Dick's hand as his oldest shrugged at him. "Tim, is everything ok?". He heard the smile as his son answered.

"Yeah! Yeah, just calling to let you know I love you!". He had to take a second to take the information in.

Dick titled his head in question, mouthing "what?"

"I love you too, son... Are you ok?"

Tim giggled at the other side. "Yeah! Don't worry, B! Just wanted to call, and tell you that I love you!"

He pressed a hand against his eyes. He felt Dick crouch in front of him with a hand over his knee. "And I love you as well. But this is worrying me. You have never- why- Do you need help?"

He looked down, Dick looked genuinely concerned, making "give me" gestures at his phone. He shook his head and moved it further away from his hands.

Tim didn't sound giggly anymore "No... No, dad. I just- I truth to god I only called for that... Have I really never told you that over the phone?". Bruce shook his head, even knowing Tim couldn't see. "Never? Like, at all?". He heard Tim's breath pick up.

"Tim..."

"Oh, fuck. I really suck, huh?"

"No, son. I never have either-"

"No. You're my dad. I know you love me. I- sorry. I gotta go." Bruce waited for the click "B?"

"Yes?"

"Dad?"

He swallowed, even knowing the words to come, his eyes watered. "Yes, son?"

"I love you."

"... I love you too, sweetheart"

He slowly lowered the phone after the cut.

"Hey, hey B?" He looked at the pair of blue examining his face. He lifted a hand, caressing his cheek.

"I'm ok, chum." His phone vibrated unceassesly on top of his knee

He looked at the string of messages

Tim: How is 9pm?

Tim: Are you free?

Tim: I wanna go to the movies

Tim: With you. In case I wasn't obvious.

Tim: Want to go to the movies with me?

Tim: There's a function at 9pm

Tim: ... I love you.

He smiled. "Perfectly so"

[jasontoddscrowbars]

Bruce waking up feeling something small land in the palm of his hand. At first his bat senses kick in but he quickly shuts them down as he sees black hair poking over the edge of the bed and a small hand pulling back. He closes his eyes as he hears little thuds of feet running away and the door slamming shut.

He then opened the back up as he felt the object in his palm. It was shiny, reflective and familiar. Shifting it up into his fingers, he held it up.

A little tiny chocolate kiss.

His cheeks flushed red then as he felt warm with adoration.

Three other bodies flashed up from behind him then making him start. They were all sobbing holding kisses of their own.

Dick: who said he could be this cute?

Tim: send him back! Do it now!

Jason: he’s so cute it’s actually fucking killing me.

Bruce, deadpanning; how about we not.

Jason, sighing; yeah. Ok.

Tim: where do he get these from though?

The door slammed open, Alfred holding a gigging chocolate covered toddler Damian in his arm. He was furious.

Alfred: Bruce Wayne, come get your boy.

Bruce: ah.

[occasionalauthoring]

Baby Damian almost getting his dad in serious trouble because the little 2 year old calls him ‘Ba-man’ repeatedly and with more and more distress while looking at Bruce and everyone around them assuming that Babian is calling him ‘Bad-man’ and assuming he’s abusive 

(I’m imagining this taking place somewhere outside of Gotham because every Gothamite knows that that man loves his babies more then anything else)

(I’m imagining this as being crack-y but I also feel that it could maybe be angst-y too )

Someone takes Damian from his arms, other people are wrestling him away, and Bruce is going peacefully, trying to talk his way out of it until Damian realises he can't see his dad anymore, and starts screaming the roof down. The number of people pinning Bruce doubles as he pushes his way to Damian, calling for him.

Damian is taken out of the room, Bruce is forced to the floor then arrested when the police get there.

He can hear Damian crying in a different part of the police station and begs for him, but is ignored.

He sees Oliver turn up, trying to use his influence with the Star City police force, but it isn't working. He sees Lois sat there, making pointed remarks about writing a story on the incompetency of the force, and Tim being shepherded into another room while he makes demands that go ignored.

Someone finally comes to get him for his phone call, and he decides against his lawyer team, or his other kids, or Lucius, or Alfred, and pleads with the universe they'll pick up.

It rings.

And rings.

And rings.

He thinks it will go unanswered.

"Hello, Beloved."

[nina-s0]

Batman, who gets attacked by one magical spell or another and is magically reverted to full Brucie mode:

Brucie, mid battle, still in the Batman costume: wait like guys why does this fit kinda eat??

Superman:

Wonderwoman:

Evil witch that cast the spell:

Brucie, winking aggressively: also is this some kinda cosplay convention? Cause I wouldn't mind letting the guy in the bald cap hit iykwim

Lex Luthor, jaw dropped:

--

Brucie, after the battle, being explained about how he is Batman and is a part of the justice League:

Brucie: ok so how about we make a trip to the hospital cause y'all are clearly fucking insane!

Barry, hysterically: omg Batman doesn't believe he's batman, what the fuck-

Oliver, blankly: I actually can't comprehend this.

Brucie, in the background: you people are outta your mind!

--

Clark, having calmed Brucie down, introducing everyone's secret identity: and this is Oliver queeen, green arrow-

Brucie, losing his mind: okay so disregarding that Superman is a godamn farmboy-

Clark: hey-

Brucie: you're telling me Oliver "fucks chicks and dudes anywhere and everywhere" Queen is a bloody superhero!?

Oliver, sweating under the stares: I'm uh- I'm married now?

Brucie, whispering: oh I'm dead and this is God's sick joke isn't it?

--

Brucie, crying into Nightwings shoulder: Oliver fucking queen gets more game then me!

Jason, creeped tf out: why is that genuinely his main concern?

--

Bonus where bruce flirts with Nightwing and dick genuinely throws up a little and bruce is so damn offended, until someone awkwardly explains that's his kid.

Bruce, turning towards Jason: so what about you, prettyboy-

Jason: I'M YOUR SON TOO FUCKER

Bruce, blinking: jesus how many kids do I have?

Someone tells him. He faints.

[skeleton-brainz]

Bruce Wayne, tired, needing a break from the young!batkids. Setting the kids free on the watch tower: Okay rats, go find your fathers. I need a break

*a few moments later*

Jason, hugging Diana's leg: Hi daddy :)

Diana: Why is your child calling me father?

Bruce, bullshitting his way through this: You see, my species views trust as something worthy of mating. So when I begin to trust you, out child appears.

________

Dinah: Whose is this one??

Stephanie, who just squished herself between her and ollie: :)

Bruce: I dont know which of yours she is, she just doesnt shut up and is blonde.

Stephanie: :(

Dinah: DONT BE MEAN TO MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH

Oliver: You know Mia's been asking about having a a new sister....

_______

Hal: Why isn't mine white?

Barry, currently hugging tim: You can't ask that dude

Hal: I'm just saying, all of yours match. How can I expect this to be mine and not John's. Us green lanterns all look alike to you.

Hal: I want a DNA test

Duke: But dad, we don't share any. I was made from mommy's love

Hal: See, he says you love me. Load of bullshit.

Hal: Martian, please tell me you can see through this

J'ohn, currently petting Cassandras hair: She can read people without my powers <3

Bruce: Duckduck, show your dad your powers

Duke: *Creates a little light construct of a dinosaur.*

Hal: Really, a Sinestro????

Bruce: look at his finger, no ring

Hal: I changed my mind, he is my baby. I am the strongest green lantern. Kyle can suck it. I made a baby who doesnt need a ring.

Duke: :)

_____

Barry: So how do we know this one is mine then? He isnt blond.

Bruce: He doesnt sleep

Barry: Good enough explanation for me, I'll tell Iris I'm sorry but im keeping him

Tim, who just wants to collect dna: :)

_______

Arthur: Whats his thing?

Damian, who was promised a seahorse: I like bogs, fish as friends, not food. And also spears :|

Arthur: A true atlantian

_______

Clark, giving Bruce the silent treatment:

Bruce: Kal, what's wrong?

Clark: I've known you the longest, and I don't get a baby? Everyone else does? Am I not good enough for you????? 🥺

Bruce: He isnt here because he is an adult, *talking into com* N, come here your dad wants you

*five minutes later*

Dick, coming over to Clark: Hi pops, I'm Nightwing

Clark: you named him after mE 🥹🥰😍

[occasionalauthoring]

Bruce is black cat who isnt affectionate but will mysteriously always be in the same room as u, and Alfred is the biggest victim of this even since Bruce was a child.

Alfed making dinner? Bruce is hovering around him. Alfred cleaning the library? Bruce just so happens to be in there reading.

Ahh good old body doubling. Silent autistic love.

Alfred has to explain it to new additions that it's Bruce's way of bonding and literally spending time with them. He accidentally trains the rest of the family into it and they become the mansion version of a living room family, always gravitating to the same room.

[pufferfishzero]

Dick walked into the Batcave, already starting his post-patrol routine, and paused at the medbay. Clark was in a cot, upright and talking with Alfred who seemed to be sterilizing surgical tools. Bandages wrapped around Clark's exposed midsection, hand-print bruises around his arms and neck.

At his entrance, Clark waved at Dick, who walked over with a light grin.

"So, you're why Bruce ran off in the middle of patrol?"

Clark gave a sheepish smile.

"Lex has been experimenting with lab-grown kryptonite. I had to call in Diana and Bruce; they're upstairs right now."

Dick cocked his head. "Isn't the post-kryptonite protocol to go to the Watchtower?"

"I prefer being here after a rough mission, honestly. I'm sure you feel the same..?"

Snorting, Dick responded. "I don't know many people who prefer being in Gotham after a rough day, no. Though, the city does grow on you. Like black mold."

That made Clark laugh, and Alfred tut from where he was still cleaning the surgical tools.

"Not that," Clark clarified amusedly. "I meant, don't you want to be around your brothers and sisters after a bad day too?"

Dick paused. He'd known, everybody knew, that Clark, Bruce, and Diana were far closer than most in the League. They were each other's first call; hell, Dick and his siblings had grown up with their Auntie Di and Uncle Clark.

Still, Dick had thought that was a... family friend situation.

There was a loud clang from behind Dick, and both Clark and Dick turned to Alfred. His back was towards them both, so Clark asked, "Alfred...? You okay?"

"I apologize for the startle, Master Clark. It seems my old age is catching up to me, and in my clumsiness I dropped the scalpel set." He turned to them briefly, eyes suspiciously red and soft, lips helplessly twitched upwards. He held the bowl of rubbing alcohol and scalpels. "I shall return momentarily."

Clark smiled at Alfred's retreating back, and smiled wider at Bruce and Diana's incoming voices.

"-one month, Bruce. They'll be together by the end of the month," came Diana's lilting voice.

"They still don't know they even like each other," Bruce argued back.

"Not everyone needs half a dozen years to accept their feelings after realizing it," Diana teased back.

The duo stopped by Clark's cot, Diana ruffling Dick's hair and Bruce laying an arm on his shoulder before dropping it.

"Are you betting on Booster Gold and Blue Beetle again?"

"I'd bet the batplane on it taking longer than a month."

Diana turned her head sharply to Bruce, an eager grin and a hungry look in her eyes. "You swear it?"

Bruce narrowed his eyes in a challenge. "I swear it."

Dick watched the interaction with glee, even as he analyzed it through the lens of siblinghood and not friendship. They... really do bicker like siblings, huh?

"I'm going to wash up, do you need anything from the manor?" Dick asked Clark, who had been watching Bruce and Diana with fond eyes.

"I'm good," he said, not looking away from the duo. "I've got what I need."

Dick thought of the bone-deep loyalty he had to his brothers and sister. He thought about how he'd easily drop everything, the Titans, Bludhaven, his friends, to be there when they call. The instinctual need to protect, a surprise each time he felt it with a new sibling. The trust in his siblings to have his back if he needed them; that, no matter what nasty words or harsh blows they dealt each other, if Dick was in a dark place, they would be the first to reach a hand down.

Yeah, Dick thought as he walked upstairs. You do.

[occasionalauthoring]

Okay, that's a little sad. But Bruce successfully committed suicide. But no one knows it was suicide everyone thinks it was a natural death, or something typical of their line of work. But Bruce planned it all. Until years later, one of them seems to be connecting the dots, and everything falls apart.

Things were finally better. The family was a family again, and Bruce felt that this time, it was for good. The Justice League was operating better than they ever had, and even Gotham was slowly ticking towards being a nice city.

Only one problem was left.

Him.

The common variable to every disaster that has derailed all of those factors time and again. And...he's tired. So maybe it's an excuse to make himself feel better about it, but he decides him...being gone is the best course of action to keep everything on this current course of smooth sailing.

He books a trip for the family, because why would a suicidal man plan a holiday. He designs some new tech for the batsuit, and says he'll take it for a test run. And no one realises when he deliberately leaves out the safery feature, so if (when) it fails it won't end anything but catastrophically.

It might add suspicion, but he doesn't let any of the kids patrol the same route as him that night. He can't bear the idea of one of them bearing witness.

It just so happens Deathstroke is in town. He never holds back against Bruce, perfect. He 'slips' and suddenly he's on the floor, bleeding out. The night sky blurs above him, and he hears Slade swearing up a storm. Feels pressure on his wound, knows Slade is trying to save his own skin.

But Slade ows him a favour, so he pulls himself together enough to grab the merc's arm. "Don't," he demands, and that's all he manages before the blood loss reaches his mind. But he feels Deathstroke's hands move back, and a 'goddammit, Bats,' before footsteps fade away, and smiles.

Finally.

He's doing the right thing.

This is the right choice.

He'll see his family again eventually. He can't wait to hear about how well their lives went without him in the way.

Three years after his death, Deathstroke raises a brow at a lump sum deposited in his account. He's nursing his wounds from his anniversary beating, and everything aches as his healing factor is pushed to the limit, but he still drags himself to his computers and backtracks the transaction. It takes days, working through incomprehensible layers of misdirection and encryption, but finally he finds Bryce Wayne's account.

And he just sighs.

"Goddamit, Bats."

Five years after Bruce Wayne died, Deathstroke shows up on the Justice League's doorstep. He's still bleeding sluggishly from several places, courtesy of his annual visit from Batman's closest. "You need to know something," he groans, when they throw him into a holding cell.

And he lays it all out for them. His blow wasn't a killing one. Bruce twisted into it to make it one. He tried to save him. Bruce stopped him. He shows them the fee, and offers to transfer it back. "I don't want money for a job I never agreed to. And I don't want to keep being his scapegoat."

Clark drives a fist into his face. Then he stands above Deathstroke's unconscious form, and lets tears slip down his face. "Goddammit, Bruce."

[occasionalauthoring]

Hiiiii i have an idea for something squid game esque. So entire batfam stuck and captured somewhere maybe another planet maybe because of joker and one of them has to die because of jokers schemes…

Of course bruce won’t let his pups die so he sacrifices himself and all of the kids are released and are wailing for their mama

Steve looks at the bloke next to him at the bar, and narrows his eyes. "Do I know you?"

The man sighs, and takes a long drag of his pint, then sticks out a hand. "Probably. Jacob."

"Steve."

Jacob turns back to his drink, and Steve keeps staring at him. "Holy shit!" Steve slaps the bartop. "You're the fella that killed the clown."

Jacob nods slowly, and keeps drinking. Steve scoots his chair closer, pressing alongside him. "What made you do it? I heard you were his goon, why would you turn against your boss?"

Jacob's lip curls, and Steve wrinkles his nose at the burnt rubber scent than singes his nose, and backs up an inch from the pissed alpha. "That scum wasn't my boss. He was my paycheck so I could buy the gun to blow his face off."

"Wow," Steve breathes. "Can't believe I'm meeting you, man, you're like legend 'round here. I moved in just around it happened, too Outsider to get the deets from anyone. You mind telling me what happened. Why'd you kill him?"

Jacob raises a brow, gesturing to the bartender casually, and hands over his keys in exchange for the drink.

"Okay, yeah, stupid question. What gave you the guts to do what no one else did, though?"

Jacob swirls his glass, staring down into the foam. "The Bat. I watched the clown kill him."

Steve pauses, and laughs awkwardly. "Uh. I thought goons and the Bat didn't really get along?"

"You don't kill omegas," Jacob hisses. "You definitely don't do it in front of their pups."

"No one knew the Bat was a 'mega, though. Not until you."

Jacob clenches a fist, and Steve watches warily. He really isn't in the mood to get decked. "Well it ain't hard to figure out when you're listening to the Robins scream for their ma. I wasn't letting the clown live to see the Bat hit the floor."

[batyourman]

Bruce Wayne will always be a bottom for me. Why? You may asked. Because I want him to be pampered, topped and loved. Do I place him on a pedestal? Yes. And he looks pretty there. Doesn't matter if he's shipped with a man, woman or anyone not in the binary. He will be topped. Getting pegged. Getting dicked down. You name it.

[occasionalauthoring]

Do you know that feeling where you’re pretty sure your mom isn’t happy with her life and you feel so bad and so guilty but at the same time you know there is nothing you can do to fix it because it’s not something in your control?

I feel like the batkids feel that way about Bruce some times.

Like they just look at their dad and see him all sad and tired and it’s not even because of batman, it’s just life, and they can’t do anything about it.

They can maybe cheer him up but it’s just temporary and it’s their dad, they want him to be happy and laugh like he used to, but they just can’t change the way things are at that moment.

They just want to see their dad happy :(

Bruce looks up from his laptop as Dick enters, and takes off his reading glasses, resting them atop his head. "Dick."

His eldest trudges across his office after kicking the door closed behind him, and Bruce narrows his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Dick says nothing, getting closer, and Bruce analyses him quickly, trying to figure out what the cause of his silence is, if he needs to brave for a hit, but then Dick just places a hand on his shoulder and leverages himself into Bruce's lap.

Ah.

That type of quiet.

Bruce hums and leans back, giving more room for Dick to situate himself. "Do you remember when I was younger?" Dick says quietly, and Bruce hums encouragingly. "When we would spend hours laughing, and playing, and we'd hassle Uncle Clark on patrol and prank the Rogues and the JL and laugh until we couldn't breathe?"

Dick's voice is weak, and he only calls Clark uncle when he's feeling horrible, and Bruce nods, knocking their heads together as he thinks back. "I do."

"I miss that."

"Hn. Well, I'm sure Clark is up for a patrol anytime, chum."

"See." Dick turns, and looks up at Bruce. "You've changed, B. You used to jump at the chance to do any of that. What happened to you?" He pauses, and Bruce feels a tickle of apprehension for whatever he's about to say. "Where did my dad go?" Tears bud in those beautiful blues, and Bruce swallows heavily.

"Oh, sweetheart," he sighs. "Life did."

Dick makes a noise of protest, and Bruce hushes him. "I'm old, son. I'm tired, and my bones ache, and I've put my body through so much it's a miracle it still works. I have been through love and loss and more grief than I know how to deal with. Batman is hard, Bruce Wayne is hard, and whatever I have left after all of that goes to you kids."

"But—"

"And I'm fine with that. I'm the parent. Sacrifice is a part of that, even if I don't really see it like that. Working for you, rather than myself, is a privilege because I am watching you grow into beautiful people."

"And we're just supposed to sit here and let you be sad?"

"Honey," Bruce sighs. "I have depression."

"I know—"

"Do you? That's what it's like. Don't worry about me, please. Now come on, you said you wanted to hassle the Rogues?"

"Bruce—"

"Crane left a notebook behind, he's thinking about incorporating riddles into his next formula. What do you say we go tell Eddie?"

Bruce knows Dick won't be able to resist the offer, and sure enough, his eyes light up. Bingo.

"Yes! Come on, Bruce, he's going to hate it!"

Bruce breathes a relieved sigh that worked, and follows Dick out of the study.

[yotzuyu]

[arachnerd-8-legs]

prev: #u forgot the best part#the artist figured out the gig and was like#i draw for u for the rest of my life#these chinese netizens are having shojou level romances

[tevyaa]

[rhythm-of-the-wind]

What if

Bruce gets hit by a spell, an artifact, whatever, and his thoughts are just being broadcast to the people around him, like, a reverse mind reading or something. And he doesn't know at all.

He doesn't know why Clark and Diana insist on him going home and staying home. He doesn't know why his children all come in, talk to him for a second, then blink at him like he grew a second head, and the burst into blushes or tears or run away straight into the door. Maybe part of whatever happened just rationalized the logic behind it, so he doesn't notice his thoughts are being broadcast at all.

Every single one of his children suffers because Bruce's thoughts, unless working on a case, is 80% how much he loves and adores them and their little quips and how much he misses them and what to hug them etc etc etc.

Even when Bruce is working, his thoughts are 20% about his babies, like how much faster Tim would've figured this out compared to him, how well Dick would've handled this part of mission instead, how proud he is of Jason, how well Damian is adjusting to being a child, how Steph totally would love this and he should bring her with him, how well Cass is learning to be human and when her dance recital is, how Duke is finally settling in with this family, and a brief moment of: maybe I should sue for custody, no no, that's not fair to Duke or his parents.

The batkids never called Zatanna faster in their life. They love it, don't get them wrong, but also there's something about it that is making them twitchy and they can only handle it for so long.

Zatanna, having heard from Clark and Diana already, laughed on the phone for five minutes straight before going: suffer.

[outboardd]

there should be more fics of superbat crying and not even in a kinky way like. i want clark kent to cry. i want him to cry and i want bruce to comfort him. i feel like people might shy away from this because they are grown men who’ve spent a good chunk of their lives regulating emotions but i don’t even care let them full on sob.

i dont care if the conflict is interpersonal or not clark should just get overwhelmed or sad or even angry, and his eyes get all glossy and his nose gets red and his lip trembles and bruce rushes to his side and lets him cry. he's one of the only people in the world whose perception of clark wouldn't change, who wouldn't look down on or judge superman for crying—for breaking the facade of gentle calm and unwavering strength. bruce just lets him feel it and holds him the whole time.