#implied dickbabs

[malenjoyer]

My sad soggy dog of an ex

and here is my agenda

[niphredil-14]

Hey, if requests/prompts are still open, then'

Siblings!JasonXBabs Babs discovers that Jason adopted a kid to be Red Hood's sidekick

I personally can't see Jason getting a kid sidekick, he saw what it did to him, and in my mind, he wouldnt do that to a kid, but here's him adopting a non-sidekick kid, hope thats ok c:

Phone Calls and Forged Adoptions

The phone rang three times before a voice answered.

"Hey, Babs, I got a favor to ask you." A snort came crackling from the other line.

"That's a great way to start a conversation, Jason." The sentence ringing with sarcastic laughter, the second leaving behind compassion. "What's up?" Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair and glancing at the little girl sitting on his couch, swinging her legs as she shoveled spoonful after spoonful of chocolate ice cream into her mouth.

"I got a kid here, can't find any info on her, she said her parents told her to wait at Robinson Park and never came back, and that she'd been there for four days. Said her name's Millie, and that she's six. I need you to find anything you can on her, and her parents." Barbara responded with quick agreement and all that was heard on her end of the phone for almost half a minute was typing and clicking. Finally, her voice spoke up.

"Carmilla Scott. Her parents, Karen and Jacob committed a double suicide three days ago, probably after they left her at the park. No other relations, except an uncle serving a life sentence in jail, there's barely any record of her, seems like her parents were really trying to hide her."

"Fuck."

"Want me to see if any nearby and decent orphanages have any space?"

"No. But if you could forge some adoption papers, that'd be great." He said, looking down when there was a tug on his pant leg. There, he found the small girl, face covered in chocolate, looking up at him, holding out the empty bowl. Her name was fitting, for she was as dainty and pale as the original Carmilla, with hair and eyes just as dark. Looking at her, he already felt like she was family, and not being able to say no to his soft spot when it came to kids, and her very talented puppy dog eyes, he took the bowl from her hands, gave her a smile, and refilled the bowl, handing it back to her, and wiping her face off with a napkin. "Oh, and try and keep this a secret from Bruce, and anyone who might tell him."

"Sure, but why forge the adoption papers? You're not still legally dead, right?" She asked, her skeptics only confirmed when she heard his drawn-out noncommittal mumble. "Seriously, Jason? Why?"

"It's convenient, alright?" He said, laughing at the half-annoyed 'Oh My God.' That came from her end of the call. "Well, I gotta go work on finding her some pajamas for the night before I take her shopping tomorrow, so we'll talk later. Thanks for the help, Babs."

"Sure thing. I'll come over tomorrow to help with the shopping."

"What? You don't think I'm capable of picking out some clothes and furniture?" He heard her scoff.

"Hey, Dick's having too much time living up to his name to give me a baby, so I'm gonna be the best almost-aunt and get to pamper yours, got it?"

"Haha, fine, alright. I'll see you tomorrow at noon, okay?"

"Sounds good. Goodnight."

[hollyharper]

The Batfam Trap

Chapter 7

Dick stared down at the paper. This felt wrong. So, so wrong. The illegal kind of wrong. He squeezed the pen tighter. Snap. The pen broke. Dick yelped, as the ink bleed of the page and his hand.

“Dick?”

He whirled around, hand automatically shredding the page. “Hey, Babs… What’s up?”

“Mmmmhmmm.” She leaned against the door frame. “What are you hiding?”

“N-nothing.”

“Show me your hands.” She stalked towards him.

Babara grabbed his hand. A small groan escaped as she watched the ink stain her hands as well. He gave a cheeky, and entirely fake grin.

“Don’t do that.”

Her green eyes studied his face. “What are you doing? Don’t you dare lie to me.”

“I-” His gaze fell to his unlocked phone, and the perfectly worded letter he was supposed to forge.

She followed his gaze. He shivered as she saw the example handwriting. Her lips pursed, and her eyebrows pressed together.

“Are you trying to forge your dad’s handwriting?”

“No.” He lied.

“Oh?” She dropped his hands. “What are you doing then?” She planted both hands on the table behind him.

Dick shrunk back. His breathing wavered. Barbara grinned.

“I- I… It’s personal.”

“Hey.” She whispered, taking a step back. “You can tell me. I can keep a secret.”

“Mom’s back in town.” He blurted out.

Her face softened. They both came from broken families. While his parnet’s divorced years ago, her mother had left, and her little brother was in a psychiatric ward. They had met at the annual police gala four years ago. It had been right around the time that Barbara’s mother left. She had still been morning, when six year old Dick found her hidden in a back corner. The two had bonded instantly, and as both fathers’ said, became inseparable.

“Why’s your mom here?” She asked, sinking to the floor with a look of shock.

“I don’t know. I ran into Jason in town yesterday.” He paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. “We’re going to try to get Mom and Dad back together.”

Her green eyes widened. “How?”

“Jason’s working on a plan.”

“I'm in!” She exclaimed, startling him.

“Great. We might need your help.”

Tag list: @blackchessknight @shizukiryuu

[batbrosbeforehoes]

Dick: I literally have one thousand questions. Why is Zinda wearing headphones, what’s wine and cheese club, and what is Barbara complaining about? Dinah: You, mostly. How you never let her vent cause you’re always too busy trying to solve everything for her. Zinda: [shouting] You’ve fallen into a classic trap, Dick! Trying to fix a woman’s problems instead of just listening to what they are! Dick: [shouting back] Why are you yelling? Zinda: [holding up an iPod] Helena put all of my records into this rectangle! The songs just play one right after the other! This is an excellent rectangle.

[squiddybeifong]

The way you said “I love you:” Through a song - Damirae

Number 23: Through a song

Couple: Damirae (DC, Teen Titans)

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They had somehow gotten roped into babysitting duty. Now, Raven would never refer to it as something she was “roped into.” No, the mage had absolutely fallen for Tommy’s chubby cheeks and squeaky babbles. But, try as he might to keep his fondness off his face, Damian had to admit that the baby did have the power to tug at his heartstrings. He would never admit it out loud, it seemed like Grayson and Gordon did something right in terms of cuteness, if Tommy’s bright blue eyes and freckled limbs meant anything.

The son of Batman sighed as he set about fixing their tea. To his side, Tommy’s bottle was soaking in a bowl of warm water. Glancing at the timer, Damian quickly placed the teabags into the cups -- Earl Grey for him, Peppermint for her -- and placed everything on a tray. His nose wrinkled as he fought back the need to snort at the messy stick figures carved near the handle; Grayson’s work, no doubt.

He heard his nephew start to fuss and Raven’s quiet hums quickly followed. The swordsman made his way back to the baby’s room only to stop in the doorway when he heard singing.

“Wise… men… say,” Her voice was slow and languid in the dark of the room. Damian watched, transfixed, as Raven swung in soft circles, leisurely dancing with Tommy propped up in her arms. His tiny fingers were bunched on the fabric covering her biceps; they softly clenched and unclenched as the half-demon ran her fingers through his wispy hair.  

Something odd fluttered in Damian’s chest at the sight of the two. She hadn’t noticed his arrival yet and continued to sing, “Only fools...rush...in,” They looked like they belonged together, as if they were a scene plucked out of some Romantic painting. Tommy, in his pajama onesie, seemed content enough but Raven…

She looked maternal.

Damian leaned against the door, the creak drawing her violet eyes to him, and he smiled at her. Her eyes were half lidded as she sung, “But I… can’t help… falling in love… with you…” Tommy softly cooed out and she bounced him as Damian handed her the bottle, crooning out, “Shall… I… stay?”

Raven paused and pressed a kiss to Tommy’s forehead, relief flooding her when he seemed to be calming down, “Would it be… a… sin?” She felt a surge of fondness and held Tommy a little closer, incredibly cognizant of and urged on by Damian’s presence.

The smell of tea was filling the room. She forced her amethyst eyes away from the baby and landed on Damian. Some unknown emotion was hovering around him, just out of reach. He looked at her, his expression unreadable sans the slight blush that burned his ears and dusted his cheeks.

Their eyes met and Raven felt the words slip off her tongue as she sang to him, “If I… can’t help… falling in love... with… you?”

[hollyharper]

Batober day 16: machinc

I started this on the 16th

And…

Well…

Let’s just be nice a call it an epic failure