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when Damian has his hair down he also has middle part..he once ran out of gel and all everyone saw was an angry little Tim walking around the manor threatening people with death by his sword if they spoke about his hair..Tim found it adorable and took a picture to keep reminding himself that everyone in the family wasn't actually that different..
Damian: Father asked me. "If all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you?"
Damian: Father, it'd my idea. You birthed a leader, not a follower.
I see so much stuff about Damian either being silly, an absolute demon, or like super caring. I'm here to tell y'all that he's all of them at once:
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Dick, telling Damian about his day:
Damian: I don't give a flying Grayson, Grayson.
Dick, with the saddest puppy eyes: Oh
Damian: ...
Damian: Okay, fine, I do care. Keep talking.
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Tim, having just pulled another all nighter:
Damian: You look horrid, Drake.
Tim: Thanks. I've never felt prettier.
Damian:...
Damian, placing a hand on the computer and shutting it down: Go to bed, Drake. I will tuck you in.
Tim, thinking he was joking: Yeah, right.
10 minutes later ...
Tim is tucked into bed so well he can barely move, Damian standing in the shadow to make sure he actually falls asleep.
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Jason, having just gotten in another argument with Bruce: *flips through his comfort book in the library silently*
Damian: Surprised you can read. Even more surprised to see you understand Pride and Prejudice.
Jason: Funny. Now leave, brat.
Damian, staring at him silently before sitting beside him: *pats Jason's shoulder stiffly, side eyeing him to see if Jason will attack*
Jason:
Jason:
Jason: ...Thanks
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Recently my brother and I were bored at a restaurant and it reminded me of the batkids.
Dick (trying to stop everyone from making a PR mess at the gala): why don't you play something. Like Uhhh... I spy with my little eye something that is blue.
Damian: Okay. The tie of that man over there.
Dick: Yes you got it. Your turn.
Damian: I spy with my little eye something brown.
Dick: The shoes of that woman over there?
Damian: No.
Dick: The food?
Damian: No. Should I reveal it?
Dick: yeah please...
Damian: This crumb in front of you.
~ They play hyperspecific Iswmle for a while, other siblings have joined in until: ~
Tim: I don't spy with my little eye something that is black.
Dick: That's not-
Damian: Drake! What is this nonsense?
Tim: Well I don't see it and you don't see it either and it's black
Jason: The separate car we should have taken here, that would also bring us home right now?
Tim: Correct. I want to go home.
Jason: Well I don't spy with my little eye something that is red
Dick: Your bed?
Jason: Yes, I could be in my bed right now, reading something instead of wasting my time here.
# 𐔌 . ⋮ BATBOYS & SUMMER CHARM .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ( dick, jason, tim, damian, bruce )
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ currently have nothing to do this entire summer so.. basically why not write about them during this season like it only made sense🥹🥹,
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DICK GRAYSON
dick is the human equivalent of sunshine in summer. he wakes up early, makes smoothies, and drags you to the rooftop for sunrise yoga because “the view is insane babe, trust me.”
“come on, just one sun tan.” he says, already in position, grinning like an idiot. when you groan he just laughs and pulls you into his arms instead, kissing your neck. “fine, we can be lazy today. but only if you let me carry you to the pool later.”
he’s the one who turns every outing into an adventure rooftop picnics, late night swims, driving with the windows down blasting music.
he gets tan so easily and always makes sure you have sunscreen on your back, fingers lingering a little too long.
JASON TODD
jason pretends he hates summer but secretly loves the excuse to be outside with you. he takes you to quiet spots away from the city old parks, rooftops at night, anywhere the heat doesn’t feel suffocating.
“it’s too damn hot,” he grumbles, but he’s already spreading a blanket under a tree and pulling you down with him. “don’t even think about moving. we’re staying here until the sun goes down.”
he reads while you rest your head on his chest, one hand absently rubbing your back. every once in a while he’ll lean down and murmur “you look good like this” against your hair, voice low and rough.
TIM DRAKE
tim turns summer into a research project. he has three different apps tracking the best ice cream places, the least crowded beaches, and the perfect sunset times.
“statistically this spot has the best view at 8:47,” he says seriously, setting up a whole picnic with fairy lights he definitely over-prepared. when you tease him he just blushes and mumbles “i wanted it to be nice for you…”
he works late but always makes time for late night drives with the ac blasting and his hand on your thigh. he falls asleep on your shoulder halfway through the movie you’re watching outside and you just let him.
DAMIAN WAYNE
damian acts like summer is so beneath him but he’s the one who wakes you up at dawn to go to the botanical gardens because “the light is better for the flowers.”
“tt, don’t be slow,” he says, but he’s holding your hand the whole time and explaining every plant like it’s the most important thing in the world. when you get tired he carries you on his back without complaint, titus trotting beside you.
at night he lets you sit between his legs on the balcony, arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. “the heat is tolerable when you’re here,” he mutters, almost embarrassed by how soft he sounds.
BRUCE WAYNE
bruce is the definition of controlled chaos in summer. he tries to keep his schedule but ends up canceling meetings just to be with you.
“alfred, clear my afternoon,” he says into his phone while you’re both on the balcony, his arm around your waist. when you raise an eyebrow he just kisses your temple. “the world can wait. you can’t.”
he takes you to the manor pool at night when no one’s around, swimming laps while you sit on the edge with your feet in the water. he’ll pull you in fully clothed just to hear you laugh, then wrap you in a towel and carry you inside like it’s the most normal thing.
“you make me want to slow down,” he admits quietly one evening, forehead against yours, the city lights flickering below. “and i don’t slow down for anyone.”
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Baby! Where the hell is my husband? ᯓᡣ𐭩
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Batfamily boys meeting you for the first time after being forced to come to a charity gala by Bruce.
Dress referencing: https://pin.it/2ClM2vO8g
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„I would like a diamond ring on my wedding finger, I would like a big and shiny diamond that I could wave around, and talk, and talk about it!“
❥・─── Jason Todd - Red Hood
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Jason would be trying to get out of the Gala as soon and unnoticed as possible
Jason would go into a side-wing where some fitting rooms and quiet spaces are
Jason would find you there while you check yourself out in the mirror
Jason‘s heart skipped a beat, something it hasn’t done in a while, not even when Cassandra tried to scare him. He felt the sudden need to stand up straight and clean his now sweaty hands.
Before you could notice him in the background of the mirror, Jason already had accepted his fate. Even before spotting him you could feel his eyes burning into your back, leaving goosebumps along the way, the good ones.
„A Wayne? Stalking a poor woman?“ You mused at him, slowly turning around making the dress turn halfway with you. Jason would be making a cocky remark, hadn’t he been so distracted by your now even more outlined form.
Half star struck he‘d managed a „Admiring would be the better word.“ out. Internally slapping himself for this stupid response. „And if that stunning woman would give me a chance to dance with her, I‘d be most grateful.“ He had added hurriedly, trying to minimize the damage.
His heartbeat was probably louder than the music now. And when he thought it couldn’t get any louder you proved him wrong by holding out the back of your hand. As if enchanted by a spell he took it, placing an old fashioned kiss on your finger ‚where hopefully a his ring would be soon‘.
The thought that the amount of work his heart was doing might be unhealthy came once he had a hand on your waist and yours was laying softly on his shoulder. His mind running thousand miles a second- ‚Dont hold her hand too tight‘ ‚Are you even dancing right‘ and ‚What after this‘ left him distracted.
He was so caught in the moment that when you two had finished your dance he didn’t let go, instead holding you tight unsure of his next move. „What’s the matter big guy? Unsure of how to handle those big emotions of yours?“ you teased him, placing a lose hair behind his ear.
The whole process earned you a pleased sigh from him, leaving you even tighter in his embrace. „Use your words, Mr. Wayne.“ he nudged him. He groaned before making some distance between you, but not letting go for even a second.
„The Wayne Manor has a dancing floor too. And a certain Wayne Son named Jason might be in need for a teacher.“ he tried. Unable to directly ask for your presence. „And he may also be looking for company tonight.“ he fixed his hand position, moving it from your hip to your back.
„Well you are lucky, because I know just the person for that, Little Wayne.“ you mused letting him have you for a while longer. „Not a little Wayne but I can look past that. For now.“
The night ends with you two mostly walking outside in the garden, something not so loud, while Jason listens to every little thing that leaves your lips, practically soaking it all in.
Bruce would at first be surprised to find his son with someone but he‘d definitely arrange more meetings soon
❥・─── Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Dick would be busy with the usual routine of appearances from „acquaintances“ and be too focused on ignoring some bullshit one of the older ones was saying
Dick would make up an excuse to get away when noticing that the man wasn’t going to stop very soon
Dick would bump into you when turning around throwing you off balance
A mumbled curse escaped his lips shortly before he caught you with one arm. You grabbed his bicep to steady yourself, while he took a second to grasp what happened, having acted purely out of reflex, you were as stunned as he was.
Only once he looked at you, did he actually freeze. Gosh you were beautiful. He had been staring at you for a bit too long, before he was snapped out of his thoughts by a pressure on his arm.
Because you were actively admiring anything but his face. „How do you even get these.“ you said in a whisper while now still groping his arm muscles, the ones that could now be felt clearly, considering that they were holding you.
„Lots of… uhm *ahem* training. Used to be an acrobat, yeah.“ You just replied with a „Uh huh.“ Until you finally realized the situation and stood up properly, your cheeks growing slightly red from embarrassment.
He let go of you, and then you two stood there. Awkwardly. „So-, how much can you lift?“ you asked uncomfortably, noticing that it maybe wasn’t the best start to a conversation. Grayson however, being the flirt he is, replied without much thinking. „I could lift you easily. Carry you around. And most likely do so the entire day.“
„Is that your way of flirting with a woman?“ you stayed close to him, not repulsed at all. Who wouldn’t like a strong and pretty man all for themselves. „Well does it impress you? If not- I don’t mean to be-„ „It’s pretty attractive. And your lady would love to be carried.“
He blushed a little at the „your lady“ comment but he ignored it in favor of carefully taking your hand into his to then guide you through the garden. Well more like carried, but then again he‘d never deny you the pleasure or anything at all, not when he finally found you.
The night ends with the two of you ditching the Gala completely. Instead Dick tells and shows you his acrobatics, something you are amazed by.
Bruce, who had Dick planned into his speech, does in fact ground him after it all, only to give in when seeing that his oldest child finally found their special someone.
❥・─── Tim Drake - Red Robin
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Tim would be trying to stay close to his father at the gala eventually and successfully slipping away to the sides
Tim would be so tired, not having slept very much, he‘d lean against the wall unconsciously swaying to the side
Tim would suddenly be leaning against you after you’ve seen him struggle to stand
It was maybe 2 hours into the Gala when he finally managed to slip away from his father, abnormally tired, having not slept since yesterday. And while he would normally be fine, Alfred had forbidden him from drinking any kind of coffee or energy drinks, saying it was for his health.
Trying to get away from the loud noises that seem to only make his headache ten times worse, he walks into a side wing, one with many sofas in some rooms. Unconsciously he goes to the nearest one, a green one fitting about 3 people. Leaning his heavy head against the wall he notices his blinking getting heavier and slower, each time taking more energy to open them again.
He only vaguely hears a voice asking him if he is ok, before feeling a weight sit down next to him. Before he can however act on his instincts to look at them, he feels himself swaying to his left, eyes closing one final time.
When he wakes it’s the bright ceiling that greets him. And next to that a beautiful voice humming an unfamiliar tune. Tim sees no use in moving his aching body, only noticing he is laying on the couch, his head on the strangers lap. Slowly when he blinks more to adjust to the light you come into view, once again knocking his mind completely off the rail.
„Well hello there, sleepy head.“ You muse in a soft voice while leaning forward more to shield his eyes from the light. „Hi…“ is all he manages while taking in your form. When both of you say nothing for a while the headache returns worse. Making him wince, furrowing his brows.
„I should get you something to drink, you look awful.“ You start, trying to stand up and putting his head on the sofa instead of your lap, only for him to deny you that. „I‘ll be fine. Thank you.“ It comes out rougher than he meant to. „How long was I out for?“ You check the clock hanging close to you. „Around 1 hour. The Gala hasn’t even begun yet.“ He grumbles, he had hopes that he missed the Gala but no.
„If you don’t feel good enough yet, I can stay with you here.“ You offer him. „Not every day that a person is so willing to help.“ „You flatter me, boy wonder. Anything I can do to help Sleeping beauty here? You really look like you‘ve slept only 5 hours.“ His chance. At least somewhat of a chance to get you to stay. He may be tired but he knows a 10/10 when he sees one.
„Stay. Please keep humming and when the Gala is over I’d like to take you on a date.“ he rambles off, unsure if what he said would be a good idea. All his skills come from Dick and even he sucks at this.
You let out a chuckle. „Alright Mr. Wayne Junior. I‘d like it to be at a museum through.“ God damn he landed himself a nerdy, pretty and funny girl. „Anything you want.“ he mumbled before being distracted severely by your fingers in his hair. Caressing his scalp, hulling him once again to sleep.
Bruce would find you two while Tim is still asleep so you tell him what happens.
The night does in fact end with the two of you on a date. Through both of you are tired out of your minds, it somehow still works out. Tim is a lucky bastard.
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I feel like so many Batman origins jump straight from Bruce's parents dying to him being Batman that it's easy to forgot to consider all the years in between.
How long after the murder did Bruce think of Batman? Did he dream of nothing but vengeance for years? Did his grade school classmates see anger and anger alone in his eyes? How long did the Bruce Wayne mask take to curate?
Did he grow up with such an intensive anger in his soul that he could immediately recognize it in the five children who would take up his sidekick mantel?
Dick for what he had lost. Jason for what he never had. Tim for what he thought ought to be. Steph for what had been wrought upon her. Damian for what he has been told he was owed.
Did he pick them up in part because that anger was the only familiarity he had?
Damian Wayne Headcanons
You catch him talking to Alfred (the cat) about how much he loves you
He leaves you handwritten notes in the most elegant cursive because he thinks texts are impersonal
He cannot take compliments
"You're cute."
"No. I am intimidating."
"You're blushing."
Whenever he's on patrol or missions, he leaves Titus with you knowing you'll take good care of his beloved dog
He takes you to art museums and spends hours explaining the history of every piece he knows you'll love
You're the only one he'll let patch him up after a mission — he trusts you completely
If you try to sneak out of bed early, he'll sleepily grab your wrist
"Dami-"
"Stay. Jus' a little longer."
He practices smiling in the mirror because he wants to perfect it for you
He turns red when you kiss his cheek in front of his brothers
When you're upset because someone said something offensive to you, he'll awkwardly offer to hold you
"Do you want to cuddle?"
"Yes please."
"Okay," he wraps his arms around you, "Who do I have to talk to? Or punch?"
