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Top AO3 Batfamily Ships Bracket: Round 6

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne vs Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne

Voting ended onJul 18, 2024

[demonbirds-au]

Part 2: Jason Todd

Part 1

Hal Jordan has faced many kinds of adversaries and challanges in his time; planet invaders, alien monsters, space politics, etc.

Yet the Green Lantern could do nothing but wince as the robots tended to his wounded hand, teeth marks a little too sharp you'd think it was some kinda monster.

Well, depending on your definition, the criminal in question might be.And while the medbots focus on tending to him, his mind drifts back to the events prior.

__________

The man had just got back from a mission, one that took far longer than expected. With a groan, he landed in the tower, letting the scanners do their thing and basically going on auto-pilot.

After he was deemed clear, the man trudged forward, already mentally exhausted but knew that he had to at least report back before a certain bat got his panties in a twist.

The thought brought a wry smirk to the hero's face as he reached one of the rooms. Entering his pass code, his gaze zeroes in on the Bat himself, in his usual place leafing through documents.

"Lantern," the other muttered, severe but not cold. Which alone showed how much progress the two had made from grudgingly tolerating each other to mutual respect. "You are back."

"Hey honey, I'm home," the brunette singsongs, striding over. From the way Batman merely narrowed his gaze, Hal thought he may not have sounded as chirper as he intended.

Still, he basically threw himself in one of the chairs, scooting it closer to Batman. The taller man gave him another look, silent yet an undeniable question.

"Work was rough," the other lamented, leaning back in his chair. Soon he began ranting; about how the mission really was a simple diplomatic one, turned bad when one of the supposed diplomats was assassinated then his ship was blown up, causing a whole investigation to start, leading to a whole other problem...

The man stops suddenly, realising that he and Bruce were basically leaning into each other, his own voice getting softer as he vented out his frustrations.

"Ahh," Hal, usually so cocky and sure of himself with his flirts, averted his gaze, a nervous smile on face. "Sorry Spooky. Musta' be the earth air y'know? Makes me all... weird."

Never has Hal wanted to ground to eat him up more.

Yet the other merely nodded, like that was a completely normal and reasonable explanation. "I see."

"I..." a pause, then Bruce shot him a smile, small and barely there, but oh so soft and sincere. "...am glad you're back, that you're safe, Hal."

Green tinted eyes widen before he could stop them, watching Bruce's face closely, obsessively, reverently.

Slowly, Hal raised his hand, intending to cup the other's face. The usual hard feautures turning so soft with care basically a magnet the brunette has no intention of resisting.

Neither realised the door opening and a figure rushing in, but they quickly made themselves known as they loudly and rather harshly chomped on the Green Lantern's hand.

"Fu-hey!"

"Robin!"

Said sidekick was latching onto the older hero's hand with a vengence, eyes glaring venomously as he dug his teeth in. Batman gently but firmly pulled the boy in while Hal nursed his hand, hissing softly.

"Medbay, go now," the Gotham Knight ordered. The Lantern rolled his eyes but nodded, getting up and heading out. He stopped when he heard the soft apology (and pointedly ignored the growling).

"See ya later, Spooky," he shot the other a salute and wink then left.

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And now, he's here, recovering. The man makes a mental note to ask about the kid—at the very least, if he was in any danger of rabies.

__________

"Robin."

The boy ignores the call, instead focused on burrowing himself deeper into the covers.

The two Gothamites had returned home shortly after, with the younger running to his room while Bruce followed after. Only to find his boy curled up and wrapped like a burrito in bed, stubbornly mute.

"Jason."

Again, no response.

"Sweetheart," he tried, the same tone his father had used on him, accent and drawl and all.

Finally the boy peeks over at him.

"Why'd you bite him?"

The mere mention of the man brings a scowl to the child's face, as if the Lantern had personally offended him somehow (he did).

After a moment, the boy finally mutters, "...hungry."

Bruce blinks, "you were hungry—so you decided to bite Jordan?"

A huff is all the man gets.

Batman knows there is more to it then that; the cafeteria was always stocked with plenty of options—having a speedster that burned so many calories in mere minutes meant it was absolutely necessary—so there was no question of food, really.

Bruce shakes his head, not quite managing to hide his smile. He leans forward, reaching out to his boy. Jason immediately notices the action and springs out of his cocoon, nuzzing into the warm hand. A soft chuckle leaves the billionaire as he continues to pet and gently scratch the kid's scalp.

'Like a cat...' the man muses. And that's when the realisation hits.

A stray cat in an unfamiliar home, clinging to the one person it knows is safe—and being possessive and frighten of that safety being taken away.

(Not exactly, but good try Bruce)

"Oh sweetie," the man tenderly pulls the child in his arms, letting the boy hear his heartbeat, calm and steady. Something he remembered his mother did with him when she was here.

"You have nothing to be afraid of," Bruce places a soft kiss on Jason's head, "I'll always be here for you."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

[brurobinweek]

Prompts announced for BruRobin Week 2023!

November 6th — Truth Pollen | Robin Initiation | Daddy Kink

November 7th — Omegaverse | Somnophilia | Collars

November 8th — Undercover as Married | "I knew you wanted me" | Sex Pollen

November 9th — Semi-Public Sex | Stuck in a Wall | Fuck or Die

November 10th — Possessiveness | "Who did this to you?" | Incest Kink

November 11th — Costume Kink | Inappropriate Use of the Batmobile | Spanking

November 12th — Identity Porn | Fake Relationship (Gone Wrong) | Jealousy

Don't forget to check our our inspiration tag to get those creative juices flowing. We'll see you in November!

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Top AO3 Batfamily Ships Bracket: Finale

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne vs Joker/Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Joker/Bruce Wayne

Voting ended onJul 26, 2024

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Top AO3 Batfamily Ships Bracket: Round 4

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne vs Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Voting ended onJul 11, 2024

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Top AO3 Batfamily Ships Bracket: Round 2

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne vs Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne

Voting ended onJul 2, 2024

[demonbirds-au]

Since you asked for prompts 👀👀

Protective, possessive birds (dick, jason, tim and damian) getting passive aggressive with people flirting with bruce!

Bonus points if bruce was uncomfortable with the flirting but couldn't show it because of the brucie persona so the boys were rescuing him.

Also bonus points if the boys get handsy with him (hands on waist, arms, cheek kisses, etc)

If you write it I hope you have fun with it!

Welp, guess who got busy then forgot about this🥲😅. My bad! Thanks for the prompt btw. I tried my best, hope y'all like it! (Ended up being much longer than i anticipated)

Spoiler for length and batcest but you already know that. Also, this is written with my au in mind but can read as general too.

(Apologies if anyone is OOC)

Dick (pt 1)

The Boy Wonder's signature smile turns sharp while his eye twitches as he watches Bruce from a distance, a gaggle of fawning ladies and some men practically hanging off of him.

It's certainly not the first time those snooty nobles acted like the man was just some fancy accessory to be had or prize to win and sadly won't be the last. As much as people like to whisper how Brucie was a 'shameless flirty playboy', the crowd wasn't exactly prim and proper either.

He almost misses when his teammates land near him, both curious and confused.

"Robin," Starfire calls out, floating to his side, "what is the matter?" She tries to look for something suspicious, but he doubts she'd find Brucie being surrounded by admirers suspicious.

"Woah, isn't that Bruce Wayne?" Beast Boy exclaims, perching on the ledge near them. "Awesome!"

"How many times do you have to say it?" Raven sighs, steps slow before stopping beside her friends. Though there was a small glint of interest in her usually apathetic eyes.

It was true, Beast Boy—really the team in general—had been ecstatic once they had been told that the Prince of Gotham himself had invited them. Turns out, it was more of a 'help guard the place' invite rather than an invite to the actual party.

"Man, I wish we could join."

"But we do not have the invite."

"Awh but this is so boooring!"

"Right, that's a valid reason. I'm sure Bruce Wayne will understand perfectly."

"Well..."

"Oh wait, Rob!" BB nearly jabs the Boy Wonder in the face, "you must know him right? I heard Bruce is always getting kidnapped and stuff. So you and Batman always gotta save him—that's gotta mean something yeah?"

'I better hope so...'

The teen glances back at the party, only to see one of the ladies brazenly press a kiss on Brucie's face. Only a short teasing peck at the corner of his lips, but Dick would lying if he said that didn't make his simmering anger boil over.

Taking a minute to make sure his voice is steady, he turns to his friends and smirks, "looks likes we have a party to crash."

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Sneakily—or as sneakily as a group of brightly coloured vigilantes can be—the Titans drop into the ballroom. Either by miracle or simply too caught up in their respective business, the group goes unnoticed.

"Woooah, this place looks so fancy!" Beast Boy exclaims, causing a few looks but again they continue on their own business.

"Are you trying to get us kicked out?" Raven mutters, shaking her head. The boy pouts, opening his mouth to retort.

"C'mon," Robin interrupts quickly, "let's split up, cover more ground."

A few more hushed whispers and the team is dispersed. While Beast Boy and Raven used their abilities to conceal themselves, the other three dressed in more formal wear and blends in with the staff.

Robin shares a conspirative wink with a familiar butler before striding confidently towards a particular group.

In the centre, Brucie chats brightly with his 'friends'. The boy grits his teeth when he notices the woman from before still practically draped over him. The man is smiling, but he knows him too well; the slight twitch of his left eye, the rigid posture whenever her hand strays, the strain in his smile does not escape the young vigilante.

As he approaches closer, the man glances his way, surprise flashing in his face for a fraction of a second before quickly smoothing out. None of the other even spare him a glance. Good.

The boy dressed as a butler approaches the group with a little haste, then pretends to skid on the floor, pretty much launching his tray to the group.

Ever the gentleman, Brucie Wayne immediately pushes the woman aside, letting the pale wine soak into his suit. The nobles gasp in indignation, glaring at the one responsible.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sir," the dark-haired boy bows.

The surroundings rich men and women simmer, anger apparently but decorom won't let them showcase said anger so openly.

"It's no trouble lad," Brucie Wayne laughs, managing to settle the tension, "I suppose I got my wish to get drown in wine." The groups let's out exaggerated laughs, some using the opportunity to feel him over.

Oh, if looks could kill...

"Excuse me," the man gives them all a quick nod and walks over to the nearest bathroom. No one notices the servant following after.

_________________

"Sorry about the suit," Dick mumbles as the other dabs his white suit. The pale liquid wasn't quite visible to begin with.

"No," Brucie smiles, perfect and charming, "you granted my wish afterall."

The boy thins his lips, hands clenching. He glances at the stalls, empty then the door outside. The party was in full swing despite the host being gone. They must have assumed the playboy went off to have some 'fun'.

The thought makes the boy's lips curl.

Hearing the water stop, he glances back at the man. He doesn't make eye contact, staring at his jacket with a rueful smile. The teen takes a step towards him.

"I don't think it can be washed out."

Another step.

"Such a shame."

And another.

"I liked that suit."

Finally, they stood merely inches away. Dick looks over the other' face closely, trying to get the man to open up. Bruce meets his eye.

'Not here, not now—not yet'

Without another word, the teen nods. They both still have roles to play. Dick and Bruce can have their moment later.

Batman and Robin still had work to do.

Even so, just as the boy was about to leave, he hears it; whisper soft, like a secret just between them.:

"Thank you."

Dick turns around and see the other, his glacier eyes tender. The younger flashes Bruce a small grin and nods.

'Anything for you, B.'

[demonbirds-au]

Quiet Moments (pt. 1)

Dick has always been confident (or shameless as certian people would put it). Always unafraid to be in the spotlight, unashamedly himself. His circus years also probably influenced that. Afterall, this is the same boy who fought crime in basically green panties.

Sure he's dressed slightly less revealing now, but that charm and showmanship never quite went away—from doing unnecessary flips and tricks just to get from building to building or moonwalking into the kitchen just cause he can, Dick has very little reservations.

And his 'hybrid form' is no less of a sight.

In fact, he prides himself in his demonic features; his nails and talons are kept well manicured and deadly, his horns subtle but polished to a shine that you can't miss.

But most of all, he's proud of his feathers; a gorgeous deep blue, downright black, that slowly fades into his signature colour. Each feather is razor sharp yet soft to the touch, shining temptingly in the moonlight. Aside from his back, he has a few growing on his neck too. 'Baby feathers' Tim had dubbed them, small and soft and almost embarrassingly sensitive.

Dick is diligent when it comes to them, taking time to properly preen and smooth his wings out. You'd rarely see any out of place—well you'd rarely seem them at all, but the point stands. Jason often teases him about it, but it's unfair for him to say, he doesn't have neither feather or scales growing on his body.

It's probably also why Tim though confused at Dick's insistance of it, ultimately understands the need to fix his features, make himself presentable.

Besides, the eldest is always brazenly puffing and posing, feathers on display for their love. Sometimes when instincts run higher than shame, he even circles Bruce, each step both a challange and invitation. (A small part of him thinks he probably looks goofy but if it makes his mate smile, then it's totally worth it)

Bruce always seems confused, though with a generous dash of amusement, by Dick's dancing, which is better than outright rejection at least. Then again, all three of them have different ways they... attract their mate. None of them even remotely normal.

All this to say, his feathers are a major concern and point of pride thus preening is a very sacred and intimate moment.

Which is why vigilante Nightwing is flushed red as he lays across his lover's lap, the older man tenderly running his hands over the other's wings. Bruce's hands are calloused and have seen more violence than pretty much any of them, yet his touch is so very light, smoothing out the feathers with calming gentleness and massaging the base of the wings.

Dick's pretty much melted, sighing and trying to bury himself even further into the man's lap, trilling and cooing quietly. He bites back an almost moan when the older man's finger brush against his throat, willing himself not to react too keenly.

It had been almost a week since Dick had preened his feathers. Villains from both Blüdhaven and Gotham seemed to have decided to go on a crime spree, running the Batfamily and other heroes thin with their antics. Dick tried his best to help out with both, never more grateful for his wings, and he succeeded—at the cost of sleep and messy wings.

He's certain he shed a ton from how stressed he was, too haggard and tired to care, which is really saying something.

So once the weekend finally arrives, a small reprieve from all the chaos and world saving, the boy just passes out on a coach, ruffled wings drapped over the furniture. Bruce noticed, of course he did. He quietly strides to the younger man, gently patting his head, concern evident in his voice as he questions him. Dick merely huffs and pouts, but leans into the touch with something close to a purr. Bruce chuckles quietly.

Eventually, the Dark Knight somehow managed to gently maneuver the other to lay across his legs, hands running down Dick's back and shoulder, kneeding the tense muscles. And the younger hero groans and sighs, feeling himself uncoil and unfurl. His wings curled around the other, basically blanketting them both.

Other batkids pass by the room, then silently and quickly left, keenly aware of the intimate scene before them. Jason and Tim happen to see the duo too, making both a little jealous that the eldest was getting so much attention. But ultimately, leaving them be.

This was a serene moment between the very first Dynamic Duo, Batman and Robin. Even if the latter no longer held that title. Let them have their moment.