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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New Jason fic loosely based off of this panel!
hc:
Bruce uses one and only one pet name with his children.
And that's "dear"
Seems like the years of Alfred using it in expressions like "dear boy" or "my dear" made it stuck out with him in a way that "sweetheart", "love" or "honey" never did, and it's use always indicates for his kids that he's in 'dad mode'.
Bruce after Selina teased him in the recent episode, he's such a little dork.
I am this fucking close to losing my sanity IT'S HOT STILL WE HAD 1 (ONE) WEEK OF WARMTH AND WE GOT 2 WEEKS OF HEAT FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
Fun Fact || Batboys x Reader
This was something I discussed with a coworker at work today, and I decided to write about how the batboys would react to it. Fun fact, I grew up in an abusive home till I was 12, so normally I walk extremely quietly. It's just my default status. When I was removed from my mom's custody and placed in my dad's, I started scaring the shit out of him and my siblings (resulting in getting punched in the face by my little sister on accident a few times). Anyway, I learned to start making noise while walking so I wouldn't scare the shit out of people.
Dick Grayson:
It was a quiet morning, probably because of the late night last night. You had just started training to join your boyfriend out in the field, so you were the only one still on a regular sleep schedule.
It was quiet, and on natural reaction, you just decided to stay quiet while walking, not making your normal noises, intentionally stepping louder, shuffling, or slapping your feet down on the hardwood.
It wasn't even a conscious decision, really, you were just sleepy, it was quiet, and you were walking to the kitchen for food.
As you entered the kitchen in a haze, you made your way to the pantry, which had someone hunched over inside.
Not wanting to be rude, you just looked over their shoulder, scanning the cereals available.
This poor man. He was just crouched in the pantry looking at the bags of chips on the bottom shelf when a presence startled him.
Jumping backwards in a crouch, he came face to face with... you?
You were half asleep, clearly looking at him like he was crazy.
"Since when were you quiet?"
"Huh- oh yeah... I walk quietly, which naturally scares the shit out of people, so I try to make noise when I walk."
He stands up, hand on his chest, blowing air from his mouth.
"Wow, that's some insane level of natural quiet."
You shrug, "Learned it as a kid, never went away."
He ran a hand downs face, "Well, at least when we get to stealth, things will be easier."
You shrugged.
"I wonder if you could even sneak up on Damian?"
"I don't want to be impaled, so we're not going to test that."
He let out a casual laugh, always attractive. Of course.
Jason Todd:
It was late, Jason was still out, and you had just finished a snack in the kitchen. Deciding you were done waiting up for him, you walked back to your room.
Naturally, you were relaxed and thought you were alone, so you didn't make the extra step of making noise.
Walking into the room, the door was left ajar from earlier. You were standing there debating if you wanted to take a shower to stay up later or just get in bed till Jason got home.
As you walked towards the bathroom, you stopped inside, looking around.
Then you changed your mind, turned around, and walked out to see Jason closing the window.
As he turned around, you watched him visibly startle at seeing you. Hand flying to his hip.
"Jesus, Doll, you scared the shit out of me."
You cringed internally, "Sorry, I hadn't realized you were home; otherwise, I would have been walking louder."
"What?"
"I normally make myself walk louder when other people are around... scared a few too many people whose natural response is fight instead of flight."
"Of course you did." He set his helmet down on the side table. "You know you don't have to force yourself to do something you're uncomfortable with around me, right?"
You shrugged, " Yeah, but it became natural around others when I was like 15."
He chuckled, "Well, good to know you can get out of the house quietly in an emergency."
You laughed a bit too. "I hope to god I never have to."
Then you crawled into your side of the bed.
You watched him take his jacket off before he plopped down onto your shared bed.
He jumped in with you, tackling you into a hug and kissing you.
Then he leaned back softly, "I do appreciate you not scaring the shit out of me every time I get home, though."
Tim Drake:
You hadn't seen Tim in hours.
You were starting to worry.
So you made your way down to the batcave.
It was mostly empty except for Tim, and he always has great spatial awareness, so you weren't too worried about making noise approaching him.
However, you were proven wrong quickly as you placed your hand on his shoulder, and he startled so hard his head whipped to face you.
In a high-pitched voice, he yelped out, "Holy bejebus batman."
You started laughing before you could help it as he ran his hand down his face.
It took a second before he started laughing too.
"Why did I even say that?" he groaned.
Then he looked at you more carefully. “You trained yourself into a low-auditory profile.”
You blink.
“I just… walk quietly.”
“That’s not what I said.”
You sigh.
He pushes his glasses up.
“Okay, but statistically speaking, that’s actually insane.”
Oh god, not again. He's going to overanalyze you.
“I mean-useful. Extremely useful. But also… yeah.” Or not... “Do you want to stop doing it around us, or is it more like… automatic now?”
You shrug, "Guess it just depends on what's going on, I blame my parents."
He laughed a bit at that last part.
"Anyways, when do I get my Timmy time?"
Damian Wayne:
Poor Damian. He's not had someone sneak up on him since he was basically a child. His mother made sure of that.
So when he's laying in bed staring at Alfred the cat in peace lights turned off he didn't expect to be scared half to hell.
You had just finished some of the homework for your class, it was late, and the door was open, so Alfred could get in and out of your room tonight.
Seeing Damian lying in bed, you decided to step carefully, not wanting to wake him.
He looked peaceful from this angle. You were really hoping to catch a glimps at sleeping Damian's face.
That said, you were also dreadfully tired.
So you did what you would do if he wasn't there, just crawled into bed.
In seconds, his hands were pinning you to the bed.
Then his face was contorting... "Beloved?"
You chuckled nervously, "Yeah?"
"I-" He let go of you sitting up. "You were quiet. I thought you were an assassin?"
You cringed internally, "Sorry... I just didn't want to wake you."
"I wasn't asleep."
...
"oh."
"Who trained you to move like that?"
"I guess you could say my mother? She wasn't all that nice if I made any noise before school, so I got good at being quiet as a kid, and I can't really unlearn it."
"Good, it's a useful skill."
You nodded awkwardly.
Then he pulled you towards him to cuddle you to sleep, "Bedtime now."
"Good night, my love."
"Good night, beloved."
Wayne Family Met Gala '26
Damian represents the Art-Form of Painting. This was another obvious role for him to fill, the only question was how to do it. There are many different genres of paintings, famous painters, and eras / movements to reference. All this while keeping in mind what Damian would wear to an event like the Met Gala. Which, I will say, was very difficult for me to pin down.
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Wayne Family Met Gala '26
Barbara represents the Art-Form of Literature. This one gave me trouble because I didn't want to simply pick a gown made of paper and say it's her favorite book. I wanted something a big more detailed and also able to believably fit her while sitting in a wheelchair, was also a bit difficult.
Here is what I put together-
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Wayne Family Met Gala '26
Stephanie represents the Art-Form of Music. Honestly, Steph's role slot in only when the obvious choices filled themselves in. However, she has become one of my favorite ones. I just needed to keep it purple and find which way to tackle such a general concept as music.
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Wayne Family Met Gala '26
Duke represents the Art-Form of Cinema. I gave Duke cinema because of one wiki which said he was a film buff who likes Quentin Tarantino. Now, somehow, in the middle of researching multiple things at once for my pin board and notes for this project, I realized that I read that and mixed up Quentin Tarantino and Martin Scorsese. Not that this affects the outfits, much, but take that weird and funny moment.
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