Bruce: Y/N… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Batsib: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.
Bruce:
Bruce: I wrote sanitize, Batsib.
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Dick: When's the last time you slept?
Tim: Uh… a few days ago, I think.
Dick: A few- how many?!
Tim: Uh… starts counting on fingers I need more fingers…
Dick: What you need is sleep!
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Damian: Is C always like this when they lose?
Jason: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum of 2015.
Wonder!Reader: You bumped that table, and you know it!
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Assassin!Reader, watching Damian get stabbed: You’re dead. You are very dead. When you are a corpse, I will hack away at your flesh and eat you raw.
Damian: L/N, I’m not dead yet.
Assassin!Reader: Let me have my moment of rage to avenge you.
Damian: I’d prefer it if you didn’t let me die.
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Cop: Can you describe the person who stabbed you?
Jason, talking about Wonder!Reader: Lithe, spirited, outgoing, and not afraid to speak their mind. They were a raw sexual force and they knew it. They were a dandelion fluff on a summer day, gone in an instant, leaving you with nothing but a memory of their touch and the faint taste of strawberries on your lips.
Cop: …Great, we have a motive, but we still need a description.
hiii, i hope you are doing well! Can you do a little headcanon thing or a little drabble with Damian Wayne (robin) with a little sibling reader? Thank you!
DAMIAN WAYNE OLDER BROTHER HCS
PAIRING: GN!Reader x Platonic!OlderBro!Damian
SYNOPSIS: Damian gets a younger sibling, chaos ensues
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When Damian heard he wasn’t the only accidental child he was not thrilled.
Kinda pissed u exist tbh. He’s a territorial dude.
and then you toddled into the batcave and all that went out the window.
the minute Bruce said “big brother” you wrapped your arms around his legs.
he is stoic at first kinda frozen in place
ur so small he doesn’t want to hurt you on accident
but you look up at him with a small “hi”
then he loses it, goodbye ‘tough guy’ act
naturally he thinks you need to be immediately trained, so he gives you one of his old katanas
you are literally five so you don’t know wtf to do with it and probably drop it
he still tries, but fails and ultimately watches a disney movie w you
BatBabysitter™
and whenever you cry? alarms go off in his head and he freaks out
he starts frantically looking for danger and then when you’re just tired or hungry or something he is quick to gather his wits and find a solution
but if you scraped your knee or got hurt he gets freakishly protective and patches you up giving a lecture on danger and how safety is important
fights his brothers on who the favorite is
even though he literally gave u a katana like 30 seconds ago
you’re SOOO spoiled when ur with him you get everything you want so fast
u literally just have to give him puppy dog eyes and he is on the floor
“they can’t have another cookie Damian” “but they said please”
people are freaked out when they see how sweet he is with you
like when jason saw you and damian holding hands or him helping you up and being gentle jason was so confused “??? wtf demon spawn”
damian will glare at him and if looks could kill, yeesh
naps with you>>>>>
catch damian always calling dick or alfred when he’s unsure ab something
and whenever you start going to school??? blasphemy
definitely wants to meet all of your teachers
“why is that necessary i can teach them” “no you can’t”
definition of side eye
he pouts when you go to school- and more so when you have a good time
jealousy jealousy
he doesn’t like not seeing you as often
tells you if you were to ever get bullied he wouldn’t hesitate to beat up a child
you’re like :0
patrolling extra to keep gotham as safe as possible for you
if you ever were to be in actual danger, he would get dangerous
like if you got kidnapped or something he would be completely irrational and violent
when he finds out it was some thugs that just want ransom money he beats the ever loving crap out of them
once you get back he is so soft w you
doesn’t want you going back to school again
“they’re fine, damian, school is important” “liar”
eventually gives in but he’s pissed ab it
as you grow up he still thinks of you as a kid
it’s kinda annoying tbh
your first date???
damian is PISSED, and he’s not exactly good at verbally expressing his feelings so instead he GLARES at the person who asked you out or who you asked out
he does not want you dating anyone
“no” “damian, i’m 15” “i know how old you are that means nothing, this is a betrayal”
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A/N: i love Damian sm. he’s such a secret softie. he holds my heart. also first hc post!! thanks for the request, i hope you liked it <3
Like most people his age, Dick had heard of the ‘Am I The Asshole?’ page on Reddit. He has even seen some of the stories read on his Tik Tok fyp. He was no stranger to it. Yet he didn’t think he would be one of the people sharing his story on the subreddit. Yet here he was with a laptop in his living room. Pissed off girlfriend in their bed. The title to his post already written.
Am I the asshole for telling my girlfriend I won’t stop my sister from hugging me?
Let me start by saying I never thought I would end up posting here. But here we are. My gf (23) Abbie and I M (24) have been together for a year now. Abbie has met my family and they all seemed to get along. The problem started a day ago at my younger brother Ty's party. I don’t live too far from home but I’m also not close to visit as much as I would like. So I don’t get to see my siblings a lot. This is where the problem started. One of my younger sisters Y (18) is touch starved. And out of the family, I’m one of the few huggy ones. So when she was younger and I was home I'd hug her as much as I could. I still do this now even tho she has gotten better and more members of the family have helped over the time I’m gone. Unknown to me this was a problem with my girlfriend. When we get back to our place after the party she blew up at me. Telling me it’s weird that I hug Y so much. How Y is now an adult and needs to get over being touched starved. How people will think Y and I are together since we’re not real siblings.
I lost it at the comment about Y and I not being real siblings. I yelled at her. Told her that I won’t stop hugging my sister. And if she keeps pushing this I would end the relationship. She ended up locking herself in our room. Yesterday her friends messaged me calling me an asshole. Saying that it’s not much to ask to stop hugging Y. Today I got a message from Y telling me that she didn’t want to ruin my relationship and that she won’t hug me anymore. I know my sister and I know this had to hurt her to write.
When I brought up Y’s message to Abbie today she said she didn’t send any message to Y and it must have been one of her friends. But she was happy that Y was understanding of the situation enough to be an adult and back off. I told her Y didn’t need to back off. And we got into another fight. She once again locked herself in our room and refuses to open up. I’m getting messages from her friends again. And I just need some help and advice from people not in my life.
It was posted. Not only did he use a different account but he made sure the IP wasn’t anywhere near Gotham or Buldhaven. He made sure to cover his tracks. With all that done Dick laid down on his couch and tried to get some sleep for the coming day.
It was a quiet day. Arielle; his girlfriend, didn’t say a word to him. Not a good morning and not a goodbye. Total silence and he tried to speak with her. Tried to be civil. So he left for work. A normal day in the corrupted police force.
It was at lunch that he got a text from one of his siblings.
Tim : Ty really? You called me Ty.
Dick : What are you talking about.
Tim : The Reddit post. It wasn’t hard to figure out it was you who post it.
Dick sighed as he typed out his text messages. Of course, Tim figured it out. Dick had hoped that no one in the family checked that sub-Reddit.
Dick : Does anyone else know?
Tim : You mean does Y/n know?
Tim : No
Tim : Not yet anyways
Dick : Please I don’t want her to know. She already thinks she is messing up my relationship.
Tim : I will do my best.
When he was in the middle of his paperwork was when Jason texted him.
Jason: Really
Jason: A Reddit post.
Dick: Did Tim tell you?
Jason: No. I live for drama and Am I the Asshole is full of it.
Dick: Why am I surprised?
Jason: Idk. You shouldn’t be.
Jason: But this isn’t the point.
Jason: The point is. Y/n is going to see this.
Dick: She barely uses Reddit.
Jason: But not Tik Tok!
He sighed again. He didn’t think this was going to get as big as it had in his family. Closing his phone Dick set to finishing his paperwork and heading home.
On his way back home he received a text from Cass.
Cass: Break up with her.
Dick: Let me guess you saw the Reddit post.
Cass: No.
Cass: Arielle texted Y/n. Now she is upset.
Yet again he sighed. This whole thing had blown up and now he had to fix it.
Getting home Arielle was her normal happy self. She greeted him with a kiss, mentioning something about making his favorite meal. Setting all his things on the table he watched her for a bit before speaking up.
“I think we should break up.” There was no skirting around this. And he didn’t want to. Yes, Dick loved Arielle but he loved his family more. He loved you more. Because he still remembers the scared teenager who sunk into their first hug. Who loves her hair being ruffled. And doesn’t mind being used as an armrest at the Batfamily cave meeting.
“What?” Arielle's happiness dropped as she stared at him. “You’re joking, right? Right?” He wasn’t and he made it clear.
“You have a problem with-”
“All I’m asking is for her to stop touching you so much and you allowing it! People-”
“You mean the media! The media who know and understand that Y/n and I are siblings.”
“Well. I…” She huffed throwing the bowl in her hand onto the counter. “Get out.” She pointed to the door. Which threw Dick for a loop.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me get out!” Storming over to him she began to try and shove him out of the apartment. “You’re breaking out with me. Get out of my apartment!” Dick was quick to pull her away gently so as not to hurt her.
“This is my apartment. Not your.” He stated staring her down. She tried to match him but he didn’t work. She quickly looked away.
“It’s the least you can do. I don’t have a place to stay.”
“Then call a friend. I’m sure one of them will come.” With that, he walked out of the kitchen and away from her. He needed a shower in the worst way. Not only to remove the grim of the day but all the emotions that were brought with it.
Two days. That was all it was and Arielle was out of his life. Her friends gave him dirty looks as they helped her move. Whisper nasty words under their breath but he didn’t care. Once she was gone and he had the spare key back it was like a breath of fresh air he didn’t know he needed.
He went back to Gotham right after. Surprising everyone in the manor. Y/n shrank away from him but he quickly; and easily scooped her up in his arms.
“But you’re-”
“I broke up with her.” He cut her off. Setting you down. He could see the blaming of yourself start to form in your eyes. Hug you again tightly he spoke. “She wasn’t the right one. I don’t need someone in my life that doesn’t get why I would want to hug my sister.”
“But-”
“No buts.” He pulled away placing a kiss on your forehead. “You didn’t do this. It was her. Don’t blame yourself for something she did. Got it?”
“Ya,” you whispered out.
“What was that? I didn’t hear that.” He pocked your sides causing you to laugh. And try to get away from him.
hi hello this is my first time asking so pls bare with me.
can i pls ask for a bruce wayne x reader whos kind of like tony stark? its alright if you ignore this but i would rlly like to read a fic like that (:
have a good day/night! ❤️❤️❤️
I hope I did this request some justice
Bruce Wayne x reader
Bruce Wayne was the well know business man, one of the richest in Gotham city. But one other came fairly close to it, y\n l\n was the other richest person in Gotham.
Bruce still wonders how you two seemed to end up in the same circles at galas and other events, but what caught his eye was the sudden shift in your business.
You used to manufacture weapons mainly for military use, but after you were missing for a few weeks that changed. When you got back you focussed on clean energy, helping the poor in Gotham and fixing the education system.
A lot of the upper class in Gotham thought you were nuts, you were extremely intelligent, driven, and sarcastic.
So how you and the brooding Bruce Wayne ended up together was a bigger mystery to most.
But you and Bruce had a close connection, you two were similar. Sometimes to the detriment of those around you.
Bruce would ask you opinions on “bat stuff” as you called it.
“Could you make it do this?”
“I’ll get right on that, right after pigs fly”
“You could’ve said no”
“There’s no fun in that”
You had a workshop in the mansion, one that would rival the Wayne tech enterprises labs, Bruce was impressed when you moved in and declared a wing for yourself.
You were protective of the ones you loved. when Bruce almost died, you went almost lost it. Trying to figure out ways to protect him and the boys and prevent them from having to leave.
“Honey you can’t always protect us”
“I want to protect the ones I can’t live without, and that’s you and the boys, I don’t know what I would do if I lost any of you”
After that talk, you made their body armor stronger, helped train them to be better. If you couldn’t stop them you would make sure they were undefeated
You were the life of a party, having some issues with drinking, and wanting to let loose after having to be so serious all the time.
But you were the leader of your family even if they don’t want to admit it. Especially when you’re being cocky.
Hiya! I love love LOVE your stuff! Could you please do a batsis!reader where shes just come to the manor and is super punk (like dyed hair, piercings, leather jacket, all that jazz) and everyone thinks he hates them but one day they find her baking in the kitchen at like 1 am and find out she has the baking skills of a god and she was baking for them? Idk I like baking and thought this would be Finn
Honestly, not gonna lie, the first time you walk into the manor everyone is going to be kinda done with the punk attire
Tim especially is mentally like "oh great another alt sibling that's going to emotionally berate me"
But don't get me wrong, they all keep an open mind and are nice to you
Well, some are nicer than others
Dick, Steph, and Jason are more outgoing and immediately welcoming than the others
Jason just really admires your leather jacket tho tbh
Damian is already Fed Up™ with your extra attirée but per his father's request he's cordial with you though keeps his distance
Duke is about the most normal person in the house and he treats you normally
Though he's most hurt about your apparent hatred of him (besides dick that is but dick is dramatic about nearly everything)
But... The night they find you up in the kitchen changes everything...
You decided not to join in the extra curricular activities the rest of the family participates in at night. The idea of fighting crime gave you a bit of anxiety and not to mention you didn't have an inkling of proper training beyond punching a few bully's noses in. So, you found yourself alone in the ridiculously large manor, Alfred being downstairs aiding at the batcomputer. It was obvious the family was apprehensive about you and it twisted your insides knowing you came off as abrasive and unapproachable. Though granted, the rest of the family did too, but not to each other.
In your short time at the manor you observed how easy it was for them to talk with each other, to joke around and play fight. More than anything you wanted to join in but everytime you spoke your words and actions just came out wrong, making you sound angry rather than playful. To make up for the confused ill will you decided to make your new family a sort of offering.
The Wayne Manor kitchen was larger than anything you were accustomed to, but that just made it all the more fun! Your baker's heart was in absolute heaven at the sight of the four ovens and stand mixer. This was going to be a blast. And so, you set about making various treats, your music playlist bumping in the background, adding the perfect soundtrack to your escapades.
An hour later and you had a perfect batch of muffins and tray of chocolate chip cookies setting on the counter. That was just the beginning too as you slid the banana bread and second batch of cookies into an oven each. After reassuring yourself that it was definitely enough food, you set about cleaning up the kitchen a bit.
"What the- Oh, (Y/N), it's you," Jason's voice boomed through the kitchen, his first words worrying that he was readying to attack an intruder.
A few of the siblings trailed into the kitchen after him, Dick taking a moment to inhale deeply, "Mmmm, oh my god that smells good. I didn't know you bake!"
"You never asked," you replied flatly before mentally cursing yourself you were supposed to be nicer, "I uh, I made this stuff for you guys."
"Tch, for us? Why?" Damian scoffed and planted himself on a barstool behind the marble island.
You took the dish towel off the blueberry muffins and moved them onto a plate, "To thank you. I appreciate you accepting me into the family. And I wanted to show that..."
Behind you, Duke gently approached you and held his arms open for a hug, which you accepted happily, "(Y/N)! You didn't need to thank us! We're just happy you're here!"
"Shut up Duke! Holy fucking shit. You can bake as appreciation any time you want this is literally like god tier," Steph proclaimed as she savored the warm muffin in her mouth and you almost thought you saw tears in her eyes.
The rest of your new siblings looked quizzically at the blonde and caved, each reaching for one of your goodies. As they tasted the creations you got an overwhelming amount of praise. Once again reminding you why you immediately loved this family. And as you watched them simultaneously scarf and savor your treats you knew just the way into their hearts: their stomachs! Though, unbeknownst to you, you had no baking to do, already firmly planted on the list of people they cared about, despite your short time spent with them.
A/N: Imagine Jason being a sad little street kid looking for approval in Dick Grayson as a big brother but finds it in Alfred instead :)
Jason wasn’t surprised when he was invited to have dinner at the Manor by Alfred, just like he always did whenever he and Bruce had one of those much-too-often-for-his-liking team ups. Except this time, the old butler was backed up by Red Robin himself - who can be a persuasive little shit. So, here he was...eating dinner with the Replacement, the Demon Spawn, Alfred, and the old man himself.
Alfred’s homemade cooking was worth it. Just like it always was. Just like it always had been.
Jason took a moment to stare down at his plate of spaghetti and meatballs while Tim and Damian bickered across from him. He could feel Bruce’s gaze trained cautiously on the side of his face, and Tim’s observant glances while he threw retorts back at the kid. But Jason couldn’t help it - it was Alfred’s spaghetti and meatballs...
He remembered being a scruffy little twelve year old, thrusting whatever he could into a hand stringed bag on the bed of his room. He remembered the guilt that weighed on the pit of his stomach when he hastily shoved knick knacks and china cups into the bag. But he was just a street kid back then; knowing that he didn’t belong in this world, he knew that he was going to get kicked out anytime soon, now that Dick Grayson was back.
Dick had entered his room moments ago, mechanically plopping himself on the bed - and ontop of Jason. Jason had jolted upright, and ended up getting into a wrestling match with the stranger claiming that this was his room. On any other night, meeting Dick Grayson, or Nightwing would have made his jaw drop and his eyes pop out. But if there was one thing Jason learned on the streets - it was territory.
When Alfred found them brawling all over the floor, he moved Jason out of the room with an exasperated sigh.
With Dick Grayson back into the fold, Jason knew that it was only a matter of minutes before Bruce kicked him out. So, he began packing - taking whatever he could to keep himself alive. That was when Alfred came knocking, and he had promptly hid the bag under his bed just before the door swung open. The butler requested for him to come down and have a late night snack in the kitchen with him. It wasn’t really a snack - per se - but they always tried to stuff him with as much food as they could, and Jason never complained.
Spaghetti and meatballs were served on the table, right in front of him. Alfred had spoken to him that night, explaining that Master Dick was only here for the night, and asked if he was okay with the new room he was going to stay in. When Jason didn’t answer, the butler kept going, eventually stating that Jason wasn’t going anywhere he didn’t want to. Not in this house, at least.
He remembered feeling the tears in his eyes well up, at the warmth of a meatball in his house, or the mouthwatering smell that the steam wafted up into his nose.
It was just like Alfred to bride him with food.
But most of all, he remembered how the meal made hurt go away. The disappointment he felt when Dick Grasyon - the first Robin, the man he looked up to, the person he wanted proud of him - yelled at him to get the hell out, felt like it was tearing him apart from the inside. But Alfred made all that disappointment go away, at least for one night.
“Staring at it isn’t gonna put it in your mouth, you know.” He looks up from the plate, eyebrows shooting up to the sky as he eyes the teen across him. Tim looks at him with a half smile, twirling his fork on his own meal. “Uh, yeah - yeah.” Jason mutters dumbly, stabbing his own meal with the fork.
(summary: your a new member of the bat family. After feeling compared to the rest of the family with their skills, and physical prowess you ask to be trained. )
“You call that a push up? Straighten your back out, come on.” Bruce commands as he paces behind you. Your arms are shaking as you tried to do as asked, sweet dripping along your brow.
You were trying to get into shape. Being part of the family now, your slight tum and lack of physical prowess really got highlighted by your new siblings.
Dick’s skills were the worst, he was so fit and tended to show off.
He wasn’t aware of how it made you felt of course.
“You’ve only done ten, you can keep going” Bruce reminded you.
How many could Tim do? You thought, knowing he was the least buff than the others. Gritting your teeth, you did another push up.
You had broken down into asking Bruce’s help when Damian made fun of you for struggling with keeping up at school and on the many stairs of the manor.
Boys tease, and this family’s bunch was no different. They rough housed, called eachother names, and messed with eachother. But Damian managed to push your buttons.
“13” you grumbled, your arms burning.
“Why bother training y/n, father.” Damian could be heard asking Bruce. Looking up you see the younger Wayne sitting on the bat computer watching you judgingly.
“Because y/n asked. Now go do something else please Damian.” Bruce says just as some sweet feel near your eyes. Frustrated you go for another pushup, just as your about to reach 15, your arms give out. Struggling to try and get back up, Bruce comes to your side.
“I think your done for today.” Bruce says as you can’t manage to do any more pushups.
“TT” Damian makes his trademark sound.
“No I can keep going.” you say but your need of help to get up said otherwise.
“Don’t push yourself.” Damian said as he walked off. You bit your lip as your frustration started to force itself threw in the form of tears.
“Hey y/n, you need to take a break. Your not going to get fit in one night. It takes time.” Bruce handed you a water bottle.
“But I can’t even manage 20 pushups. While the rest of you can do flips and fight crime an-” Bruce raises a hand the stop you.
“Do you know how long I trained?” Bruce asked the which you shook your head.
“At least 10 years” Bruce smiled. “And dick has been an acrobat since he could walk. Jason and Tim had to go threw extensive training for years to get to were you see them now, and their still training. While Damian was raised into training, and is still learning and working, dispute what he might say. And the girls are no different. ” Bruce explained before helping you onto your feet.
“So keep at it and do what you can at your own pace. It’s not a race.” Bruce patted your shoulder. You take a breath and nodded before drinking the water.
