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Everyone in the fandom plays a game of pick-and-choose your canon.
There is nothing wrong with that. Batman was introduced in 1939. There are 80 years worth of canon for us to sift through. Probably dozens, if not more, writers with just as many interpretations of his character. As much as we loath to admit it, if it’s been published by DC, it is canon. Calling his character “wrong” is fine, it’s what we do as fans, judge and review what we’re given, but DC published it. They endorsed that interpretation. They are saying this is canon. And they do the same with the many, many characters that have come along within the franchise.
My point is, all of these interpretations are valid, regardless of our own personal opinions. So yelling at a fanfic writer because you don’t like how he or she is interpreting the character, when it’s been based on one of the many depictions of it in canon, is ridiculous.
We all play the game of pick-and-choose. We have no other option, because it would be impossible to write Bruce exactly like every single depiction of him ever offered within the pages of a comic book. Or on the screen. Or in a book. He’s a character with many versions of himself, and each one is ‘the real’ Batman. And the same applies to every other character. Dick. Jason. Tim. Damian. Talia. Selina. Stephanie. Cass. Barbara. Jim. The list goes on and on.
Just because someone has picked different canon from you, doesn’t mean you should yell at them. Or criticize them. Or ‘correct’ them. Bruce is both a good dad and a horrible one. Talia is both a good mom and a horrible one. It just depends on which canon you choose.
This post is perfect. This holds true for marvel, too- I can't tell you the number is times I've shivered in my damn socks writing fic because I feel like someone's gonna barge into the comments trying to "correct" my interpretation of the character.
If you’re European, in a couple of weeks you will be denied any and all access to fandom contents on Tumblr and everywhere else on the internet. Here’s why.
On June, 20th the JURI of European Parliament approved of the articles 11 and 13 of the new Copyright Law. These articles are also known as the “Link Tax” and the “Censorship Machines” articles.
Articles 13 in particular forces every internet platform to filter all the contents we upload online, ending once and for all the fandom culture. Which means you won’t be able to upload any type of fandom works like fan arts, fan fictions, gif sets from your favourite films and series, edits, because it’s all copyrighted material. And you won’t also be able to share, enjoy or download other’s contents, because the use of links will be completely restricted.
But not everything’s lost yet. There’s another round of voting scheduled for the early days of July.
What you can do now to save our internet, is to share these informations with all of your family members and friends, and to ask to your MEP (the members of the European Parliament from your country) to vote NO at the next round, to vote against articles 11 and 13.
Here you can find more news and all the details to contact your MEP:
You can sign the petition even if you are non-European. I recommend you do, as many of us fan content creators are indeed in Europe. We would also lose access to non-European fan creations, meaning less readers, less fans and less customers for your home-made merch, commissions and such for you.
I’m reblogging this to FUZZY as this is extremely important. If I lose access to Tumblr, you will lose access to FUZZY. I would most likely even lose access to Webtoons, as it does have fan comics! Not to mention Patreon is not safe from this either.
Hollywood has tampered Batman. Batman cares about people, especially the inmates. He is friends with Superman and he raised Dick. He cares about his enemies and has tried to help Joker and Harley get better. The Batman in the films just hurts and is an angsty asshole
the more I think about I feel like dc comics are a bigger problem than dceu? Like, DCEU Batman was a major asshole but it felt like a “gritty” version of Batman that wasn’t contradictory to his character, seeing as at the very end of BvS, he realises that he’s become the bad guy. That he’s let his paranoia and cynicism cloud his better judgement. BTAS Batman is my favourite version of Batman because he’s kind, he’s compassionate, he’s not the best at communication but sis is trying; but if you really want a dark version of Batman, DCEU does that right in the sense that Batman spirals into a violent, cynical person but realises it, realises it and in true Batman fashion, beats himself up about it. The current characterisation of Batman in the comics as a remorseless brute to his kids is the real evil, imo.
I mean I more or less agree with OP completely about the sort of character he is, I guess what I'm really trying to say is that as far as "dark" versions of Batman go, DCEU is one of the few that I find plausible, if you're really looking for a dark version of Batman. It's more the comics that absolutely suck, making Batman an abusive piece of trash and whatnot.
Hollywood has tampered Batman. Batman cares about people, especially the inmates. He is friends with Superman and he raised Dick. He cares about his enemies and has tried to help Joker and Harley get better. The Batman in the films just hurts and is an angsty asshole
the more I think about I feel like dc comics are a bigger problem than dceu? Like, DCEU Batman was a major asshole but it felt like a "gritty" version of Batman that wasn't contradictory to his character, seeing as at the very end of BvS, he realises that he's become the bad guy. That he's let his paranoia and cynicism cloud his better judgement. BTAS Batman is my favourite version of Batman because he's kind, he's compassionate, he's not the best at communication but sis is trying; but if you really want a dark version of Batman, DCEU does that right in the sense that Batman spirals into a violent, cynical person but realises it, realises it and in true Batman fashion, beats himself up about it. The current characterisation of Batman in the comics as a remorseless brute to his kids is the real evil, imo.
Hi! Can I please get headcannons for Tim Drake and an extrovert, loud, outgoing gf? Like how they met, got together, etc? Thanks 💞
1. You met at your favourite cafe. You love getting drinks with your friends, bagging a good place to sit, and just talking and having fun. For a quite a long time, you’d been noticing a dishevelled looking boy with large sunglasses walk in the door, order some caffeine, and leave- one time he actually looked in your direction, and from then on it became a regular occurrence. He’d look at (for) you, get his coffee, and go. Till one day, you actually went alone, all your friends being busy and engaged while you really craved a latte. He came to where you were sitting, actually smiled, and said hello.
2. It actually took Tim a strange amount of time to ask you out. You developed a habit of going to the cafe alone in the evenings, and he developed a habit of coming and sitting by you, where you’d talk about all sorts of stuff. Most of the time, it was you making him laugh- you love watching how his face seems to drop all its usual exhaustion as he lets himself go in laughter. Tim ended up leaning forward during a moment, and capturing the corner of your mouth between his lips. Seeing you speechless for just a few seconds, he took that opportunity to ask you out on a date.
3. First date was fancy, not that you’d expect any different from a member of the Wayne family. He took you to the Iceberg Lounge, but his behaviour was slightly off- he kept an eye on the proprietor and sometimes mumbled things that he wouldn’t repeat to you, but you shook it off. Later, you drove to a quiet spot on the fringes of the city, and just enjoyed each other’s company. And made out. And…more. okay, so maybe you didn’t *just* enjoy each other’s company.
4. You found out he was Red Robin about eight months into your relationship, when he crawled in through your window, injured.
5. Tim’s generally tired a lot, but you’re bubbling with energy and life, so you make sure he gets out enough. You were fast to introduce him to your ever going circle of friends, and although Tim’s idea of fun is taking a nap together, he goes out with you a lot, and your energy is starting to rub off on him.
6. Meeting his brothers was a strange experience- they were all surprised that Tim was going with someone as outgoing as you, but they all agreed it was good for him.
7. Sometimes, when you’re ready to go out, Tim likes to pull you into his arms really tight, and not let you go, no matter how much you squirm. It’s a reminder of how even though he looks like he’s going to fall over any second, he’s incredibly strong.
8. Going dancing with Tim is one of your favourite things ever. Although he resists, he’s actually got good moves, and when he feels like it, dancing with him is both intimate, and fun.
Requested by anon: Hello there! Could you do Damian Wayne x Reader where the reader is super sweet and cute and stuff but she's also really ditzy so everyone (including the rest of the Batfam) thinks she's dumb and it's weird, because Damian hates being around dumb people, but then they find out that she's actually like a genius and she just comes across as ditzy like that because she just really loves being around people. By the way, I love love LOVE your writing!! Every story of yours I read makes me so happy
Thank you so much, anon! I hope you’re safe and healthy, wherever you are. I’m sorry I’ve been inactive forever, and this fic isn’t my best work, I’ve gotten really rusty- but it was really a pleasure to write this for you, and I’m glad you enjoy my fics!
“Father, I’ll be having a friend over today,” said Damian, looking keenly at Bruce across the dinner table.
Bruce looked up from his food, a bit confused.
“A friend that isn’t Jon?” he asked.
“No, she’s a classmate, she- don’t look at me like that Father. Stop. Stop smiling, it’s uncomfortable!” said Damian, scowling.
“What? I’m not smiling!” said Bruce, with humor in his voice. “It’s just, it’s good, I’m glad you’re making friends. I’ll tell your brothers to not walk around in their uniforms.”
Damian shrugged in response, hoping his father hadn’t noticed the slight redness in his cheeks.
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“WhoOP-“
“(Y/N)!” sighed Damian, grabbing her by the arm as she half-fell over the threshold.
“Sorry!” she laughed. “I’m hyper when I’m excited.”
Damian didn’t respond. Not letting go of her arm, he led her into the manor, towards one of the more favorably furnished drawing rooms (there had been several incidents some others, including someone absolutely ravaging one of the stiffly furnished ones, and one of the sitting rooms being converted into a slobby, messy, caffeine scented “family room”).
“I’d take you to my room but I’m afraid my father wouldn’t permit it,” he sighed.
“That’s alright, Dami,” she responded, smiling at him. “Is everything good with you and your dad?”
“As good as it ever was,” responded Damian, glancing quickly around the room as they entered it. Then he lowered his voice, and said-
“I’ve found that it makes him…warmer, somehow, if I engage in typical adolescent activities. It’s…nice, that way,” he said, his voice catching on the last part as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was saying.
She squeezed his arm, eyes bright.
“I’m glad. See, I told you- with family, all it takes is effort.”
“Yes, well-oh,” Damian stopped mid-sentence, his eyes on the door.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” said Bruce, with a small smile at (Y/n).
“Oh, that’s okay! I mean, hi- hello, Mr. Wayne-“ (Y/n) said, or rather jabbered, words tumbling one on top of another as she got up to shake his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/n). Damian-“ said Bruce, looking towards his son, “I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be flying over to Metropolis tonight, but Dick-“ he was interrupted by a giggle from (Y/n), which he chose to ignore “-will be coming over to stay till I get back. No staying out too late, okay?”
“Yes, Father,” said Damian, shooting (y/n) as amused look.
“Anyway, (Y/n), it was great to meet you, I have to get going-“ Bruce began, just as (Y/n) backed up a little and rammed into a small side table.
“WeLP-oh my god, I’m sorry,” said (y/n) as the table fell over. Luckily, there was nothing breakable on it.
Bruce made sure, in a few short words, that (Y/n) was okay, and left the two to their own devices, wondering how it was that Damian had not uttered a single disparaging remark the whole time.
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“Damiiiii I’m hoooome~” sang Dick, deliberately adopting the high, jaunty tone of voice he knew Damian hated so much.
The manor seemed pretty much empty, so Dick checked all the training rooms, and then he checked the Batcave. No sign of his little brother.
He was just about to call Damian when he heard a resounding thud from upstairs, followed almost immediately by a clang.
It sounded like it came from the little attic room that Damian would use as a studio, so Dick rushed directly upstairs, and shoved the door open to see-
A girl around Damian’s age, sprawled on the floor, her legs dripping with white paint. She was laughing, and a large can of paint was lying toppled on its side. Damian was looking at the girl with a mixture of exasperation and- amusement?
They both immediately looked up when Dick entered the room, and the girl hastily got to her feet.
“Hi!” she said, in an excited, chirpy tone. “I’m (Y/n), and you must be…Dick?” She extended her hand, which Dick took without thinking.
“Oh, shiz, sorry!” exclaimed (Y/n)- her hand was covered in paint, and now, so was Dick’s.
“Heh, that’s alright, kid,” said Dick, slowly processing the scene. Damian’s eyes were set intently on his face.
“Yeah, I’m Dick, you’re a…friend? Of Dami’s?” he asked.
“Yeah!” she nodded, previous embarrassment forgotten as she began to bounce a little on her heels. “Damian’s doing a portrait of me,” she added.
“That’s really nice of him,” Dick said, looking at Damian with incredulity. “I mean it, (y/n)…Damian isn’t nice at all, not ever!”
“Shut up, Richard,” growled Damian. “I need to get back to work.”
Dick laughed, with (Y/n) smiling as she assumed her position on a small stool in front of Damian’s easel, which faced away from the door.
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Sometimes, when you really, really, like a person, you don’t want them to meet your family, or your family to meet them. The smaller your family, the larger the chances that this person will quickly be exposed to your entire family, but with a large family, you may hope to keep them hidden from some members, at least for a little while.
Damian hoped. He hoped in vain.
“She visited you? She visited you? Why?” hollered Damian.
“Relax, I liked your sister! She’s not a woman of many words, but she seems really nice,” said (Y/n), sincerely.
“Cassandra is not nice,” grimaced Damian. “She’s feral.”
“Damian, that’s not nice,” said (y/n), leaning forward in her armchair.
It was one of those really nice days when everyone was busy in their own thing, and Damian and (y/n) had a little privacy in a sitting room.
“Besides, Jason seems really funny,” (y/n) added.
Damian sat up straight in his chair, eyes flashing.
“Todd came to see you? WHY?”
“He was with Cass when she came over to give me the book I left at your place!” said (y/n). “I like your siblings, I really do.”
“That’s because you don’t know them,” whined Damian, knowing full well the real reason why Cassandra and Todd went to (y/n)’s.
Todd would call it reconnaissance. Damian called it being a busybody.
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Within less than a month, through some excuse or the other, (Y/n) had been exposed to his whole family. The whole nuthouse. All Damian really needed at this point for his mother to go barging into her room at some ungodly hour and take her for blackmailing him or something, and the picture would be complete.
Damian’s real problem wasn’t what (y/n) thought of his family. It was more the way they had taken to teasing Damian, randomly whispering her name through the comms, asking him about his giiiiiirlfriiiend, someone (and he suspected either Stephanie or Todd) had even left an elaborately embroidered handkerchief with her initials on his bed. Even his father had joined in the joke, occasionally asking him if he needed any “tips” and whether he wanted to be taken to the jewelry store to scout for rings?
It was insufferable.
What bugged him the most, however, was the little talk he had had with Richard.
“Damian…listen. You really seem to like this girl,” Dick had said, making himself comfortable on the bed Damian had just made.
Damian had just shrugged.
“Look, I know what it’s like to really have a crush on someone, but she’s been coming over a lot, and before you start to get serious, I want you to think about how much you really like her. Do you think you’ll, erm, continue to like her?” Dick had asked, a little confused as to how to ask Damian the awkward question.
In spite of himself, Damian had asked what he meant.
“(Y/n) is very sweet,” Dick said, “but she’s a little, she doesn’t really seem your type.”
Damian had stared, as if waiting for him to continue, and he did.
“She’s adorable, Dami, but do you really have fun with her? I mean, not that kinda fun, just, I know if you’re going to seriously like someone they need to challenge you, they need to be sharp and-“
“Are you calling her dumb?” Damian had snapped, feeling his defensive hackles rising.
“No! It’s just, she seems a little scattered and, I dunno, ditzy? I know for a fact that you’re intolerant of anything but the very best in people, both intellect wise and strength wise.”
Damian had just sighed. “She’s much smarter than she looks.”
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Tim and Bruce were staring.
(Y/n) was sitting cross legged on the carpet, flipping through a case file they had told her Richard was “going through for work, consulting a bit for the GCPD while he took some time off of his job”.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” she said, a goofy smile on her face as she put the file back on the central table.
She had come over to see Damian, and had been talking to Tim and Bruce whilst she waited for him. She’d gotten curious about the case file lying on the table, looked through it, and-
“She might have solved it,” Tim murmured to Bruce, half wondering how he had missed the subtle details (y/n) had picked up.
Bruce looked thoughtful.
“You seem quite observant, (y/n),” he said. “Would you like to give your input on some of the other cases we have? It would be quite helpful for the, uh, the GCPD to gain some fresh perspective.”
“Oh, sure,” chirped (y/n), entirely oblivious to all the surprise she had occasioned. “Let me just-“
She stood up sharply, forgetting that she had sidled almost entirely underneath the extended arm of a hardwood chair.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed, rubbing her head where she’d hit it. “Damn, I need to stop being so hyper,” she grumbled, earning a look of amusement from Tim.
Damian was quite pleased to hear that all of Dick’s previous doubts had been removed, and that the GCPD has received a sudden influx of invaluable input helping them solve at least two cases gone cold.
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Okay, so i got a little awkward at the end. I’ll get it with practice, though.
Requests are open! Give me something to do y’all I’ll be in complete lockdown for a few more weeks!
Also, for Damian x reader fics, could you guys please specify in the request roughly what age you’d want him to be around?
loki took the tesseract in endgame and vanished, branching off into an alternate reality.
assuming the hulk hit him hard enough to break him free of thanos’s mind control, he is no longer a thanos minion and will not be handing over the tesseract.
since he’s running free, the avengers will probably not disband as they try to find him.
cap knows about bucky now. he independently finds and rescues bucky.
Alternate reality MCU where that purple bitch doesnt get the stones, the avengers are still together, bucky is safe and sound and loki is wreaking havoc-
Yo bro. Been long time (leopardfur_tia btw) Ive had some bad days recently and was hoping I could enjoy some marvel stuff. Just a simple reader and hawkeye shippy or not ur choice. Thank bee god (-Uw0)-
Hey...leopardfur_tia from fanfiction.net??? I'd love to write you the fic, sorry to hear you've been having a bad time!
Requested by anon: Could you do one with the reader getting to know her father (Batman) and her brothers while her mother (catwoman) is in jail?
this request is so soft
It had been a while.
Bruce’s heart raced as he tracked Selina down to her location in an apartment building.
She hadn’t been in Gotham for so long-
Five years, to be exact.
It needled at him, that she was stealing. That she waltzed into Gotham and simply took the Jade Cat from it’s exhibit, and Batman was so struck with her appearance, after all this time, that he let her get away with it.
Almost.
Selina was going to jail.
His mind flashed back to the last time he had seen her, the last time-
She was pulling her jacket back on, slightly panting. The cowl had never felt heavier on his face, he wanted to pull it off but he couldn’t, he couldn’t give in to what he wanted, not anymore. He just had, and it was causing this little moment of weakness.
Selina Kyle had mysteriously left the city, soon after, and nothing Bruce Wayne nor Batman could do, would find her.
He swung into the balcony of her apartment, landing softly. Finding his way inside, he hid in the shadows, waiting for her to come in. She invariably would.
A cat mrrowed and brushed against his legs. He knelt to pet in slightly, noticing several others asleep in places around the room. Her bedroom.
The door opened. A woman’s shadow cut into the narrow strip of light allowed in from the hallway. She didn’t switch on the lights; stepping into the darkness of the room, she said, in a soft voice-
“Batman.”
“Catwoman,” he said, moving forward.
“Good to see you still cut an impressive figure,” she purred, coming closer. He didn’t move- her hands came to rest on his chest, and she tilted her face towards him.
“I’d like to keep that Jade Cat, you know,” she whispered. “For old times’ sake?”
He almost replied, but the sound of the doorknob turning made her jerk back, pushing him away.
“Mommy?”
The DNA was a match.
Batman sat staring at the screen. For a long time. A considerably long time.
This child was his.
Arresting Selina this time round had been one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do, so far. He'd felt for her daughter, this little girl with no fault in what was happening to her mother, and of course, he'd wanted to know who the father was. So he could make sure the girl got to her other parent safely. Of course. He wasn’t jealous, or anything. Of course.
He hadn't expected Selina to say-
"You."
Looking at her now, he started to trace a slight resemblance. The shape of her nose, the cut of her brows. The way she looked around the Batcave in a fixated way, taking everything in, in a manner not typical of children her age.
Her eyes met his. She stared. Hard.
"I want to go home," she said.
Bruce pulled off his cowl.
"(y/n)... Do you know who I am?"
"Batman," she replied. "You're Batman."
"I- yeah. Has your mother ever told you about me?"
"She says you put her in jail lots of times," the girl said, a frown on her face.
"Okay," said Bruce, wondering how to tell her.
"I want to go home," she repeated.
"Where is home?" He asked.
It took her a minute, and then she said-
"I want my mommy."
Bruce sighed.
"Uh, kid," he began. "I'm sorry, but I can't take you to your mother. She's... Busy. That's why she got me to bring you here, so I could take care of you while she's away."
The girl began to tear up.
"I want my mommy," she said, softly, as tears began to fall.
"I- don't cry. Please don't cry. It's okay, look, your mommy left you with me, and I'm your daddy, okay?" Bruce said, pushing his chair towards the panel on which he'd seated her.
She looked up sharply, the tears stopping. It reminded him exactly of Selina, how her countenance would turn from scared to devious in an instant.
"You're my daddy?"
"Yes," he nodded, processing the information he'd just given her. He had a daughter.
"What if you're lying?" She said, scowling.
"I'm not," he said. "If you want, I could get your mommy to call you tomorrow, and tell you herself."
"Also I have a DNA test," he added.
She looked around at the Batcave.
"I don't like them," she said, decidedly, her eyes following the bats. "You should get a cat."
"Do cats eat bats?" He asked, with a small smile.
"Do bats eat cats?" She returned, a smile lighting up her whole face.
"We should ask Dinah," he said, with scenes from his favorite childhood book flitting through his mind.
A taste he shared with his daughter, he thought.
The secret to children was to find what they liked, and make everything about it.
After a long conversation about Alice, Wonderland, the world through the looking glass, and the red Queen, (y/n) had decided that Bruce was, to some extent, trustworthy. He'd convinced her that it was time for bed, and she wouldn't let him tuck her in, yet, but he was sure they'd get there.
He'd changed out of his suit, seen that she was asleep, and then headed straight to Dick's old room, where he'd told Dick to meet him.
"Hey, B," Dick said, grinning. He was reclining against the bedstand, brushing his long hair.
"I never get time for hair care- I figured, while I was waiting, I might as well," he added to Bruce, who nodded impatiently and sat down on the bed beside him.
"So, whaddya hiding in the Batcave?" Dick asked.
"You like Damian, right?" Bruce asked.
"Yeah? He's-"
"I made another one,"said Bruce, breathing deep. "I went to Selina's to arrest her and she pulled a Talia on me. 'This is your daughter, bye'."
"DNA test confirms," he continued, answering Dick's unasked question.
For a few moments, Dick sat still, blank faced.
"I've...always wanted a sister!" He said, breaking into a wide grin. "What's her name? Can I see her? Have you told Dami yet? Will she be staying here?"
"Slow down, chum," Bruce grumbled. "I was hoping you'd tell Damian. It's important that he sees this as good news."
Four heads peered inside the room in a cartoonish way, one on top of the other.
Damian, his head poked in through the doorway, Tim craning his neck to see above Damian, Dick with his chin resting on Tim's head and Jason, the tallest, having a comfortable time. All gazes fixed on the young child asleep inside the room.
"She looks like Bruce," said Tim.
"I don't see it," Damian huffed.
"Maybe we shouldn't stare," Dick suggested.
"Shut up, Richard. This is recon," said Jason. "You know the threats involved in the case that Bruce has spawned another demon."
Damian hissed in Jason's direction, but he was so preoccupied with the thought of having competition- more competition- as his father's child, that he didn't do much else.
"She looks sweet," said Tim.
"So does Selina, all the while she's picking your car keys from your pocket," Jason pointed out.
"It's moving!" Damian backed up. "Everyone, out of sight, now!"
"Okay, enough being sneaky, guys," said Dick. "We'll get to know her when we get to know her."
Jason blew a raspberry at him.
Tim started to head in the direction of the breakfast room, and everyone followed suit.
"Do we have to talk to her?" Damian whispered to Dick.
"Nicely," Dick whispered back. "She's our baby sister."
"When I was her age, I'd killed over a hundred people and I was eligible for a doctorate," Damian said. "Point being, she's not much of a baby, Grayson."
Said "baby" sister turned up twenty minutes later at breakfast, washed but still looking drowsy. Her tiredness dissipated, however, when she saw the boys.
"Who are you?" She asked, scowling at them all from the doorway.
Dick looked up from his strawberry toast and smiled.
"We're-"
"-we should be asking you that," Damian interrupted. "This is our- my- house. Who are you?"
She looked caught off-guard. Scowling hard at Damian, she was about to say something, when Tim slumped and his face fell into his cereal.
"The sHIT!" He shot back awake, shaking his head. Jason burst into laughter and Damian looked at Tim with disgust, while Dick momentarily forgot (y/n) in his concern for his brother.
Tim shook cornflakes from his face, and smiled slightly at (y/n)'s bewildered stare.
"Sit down, kiddo," said Dick. "Would you like some breakfast?"
She stood still as a rock, staring at Tim.
"Why did you do that?" She asked, finally.
"Faint? I'm kinda tired, sorry," Tim shrugged.
"Oh my god," said Damian, when (y/n) remained fixed to her spot. "She's dull."
"You're dull," (y/n) snapped.
"Nobody is dull-" a fifth voice said; Bruce came in through the hallway, dressed in a grey turtleneck and black jeans. The dark circles under his eyes seemed deeper than usual.
"Good morning, (y/n)- have a seat," he said, as he made his way to the head of the table, where Jason sat. Pushing his son off the chair with one hand, he took his seat, ignoring Jason's protests and blocking the right hand hook which came towards him.
(Y/n) climbed into a chair beside Dick, edging close to him. Something about him made her like her better than the other boys, though she thought Tim seemed silly and largely harmless.
"I don't think you've been introduced yet, so- (y/n), these are my sons. Your brothers," said Bruce, deliberately relaxing the tension in his shoulders.
(Y/n) stared blankly at him.
"But..." She started. "But boys have germs."
"You'll get along with ours, you're a germ, yourself," Damian said, earning a sharp look from his father.
Meanwhile, Jason had found a seat on (y/n)'s other side.
"Heya, baby cat," he said, when she caught his eye.
"I'm not a baby," she said, her voice soft. "I'm five years old."
Even Bruce's mouth twitched up.
"She's right, she's quite old," shrugged Damian. "What style are you trained for, Kyle?"
(Y/n) looked around in confusion.
"Style of what?"
"Fighting style," explained Dick. "Has your mom trained you to fight?"
"Yes," said (y/n). "She says to use fingernails on faces and kick people between the legs and then run."
Bruce choked slightly on his juice.
"That's... effective," said Jason. "Isn't that what Selina used to do to you, B? Distract you, then aim for the nuts?"
Bruce and Damian both scowled at him, while (y/n) reached for some toast.
"I've never had brothers before," she said, half to herself. "Is everyone in this house a boy?" She asked Bruce.
"...well..." He started, "you're the only girl here, yes."
"Daddy," she said, "I'm going to get sick. From the boy germs."
To illustrate her point, she moved her plate a little away from Dick's.
"Boy germs aren't-" Damian started, but Bruce cut him off.
"-aren't a matter we take lightly around here," he said. "I'll have a vaccine for you by the evening."
Her eyes widened.
"I don't like shots!"
"No shots!" Bruce promised. "Er, anti-boy-germ-inflammatory tablets. Yes. Tablets."
"Mommy says not to take tablets from anyone but her," said (y/n).
"And me," said Bruce. "I'm your father, (y/n), it's alright."
"Why weren't you my father before?" She asked. All the boys immediately looked away from Bruce- a makeshift signal that had some to mean 'you're on your own'.
“Well, (y/n),” Bruce said. “I was your father. I just- you, actually, you just didn’t know it. Uh, your mom wanted to...surprise you.”
“It’s not much of a surprise,” she said, absolutely genuinely.
“Stop laughing, Jason,” hissed Bruce as Jason covered his face with his hands, trying to stop.
“Do you know Wonder Woman?” (y/n) asked, out of the blue.
“Uh, I work with her, yes,” said Bruce. “But kitten, you understand that this whole ‘Batman’ thing is top-secret, right? You can’t tell anyone, and we don’t discuss it here at home.”
“Wonder Woman’s the cooooooooolest,” giggled (y/n).
“She isn’t, not really,” said Bruce.
“She can fly!”
“I can fly,” said Bruce. “In a plane, but I can fly.”
“She’s got awesome stuff like the lasso of truth and her jet!”
“I’ve got better things. Have you seen the Batmobile? The Batcomputer? The Batsuit? The Batkids?” Bruce replied, sitting up straighter.
The boys were quietly watching this exchange. Dick was strongly reminded of the time Bruce tried to make him get rid of his Superman plushie. And his Superman quilt. And his Superman PJ’s. And his Superman socks, with the tiny red cape. Oh, and his Superman boxers.
Jason started laughing again.
“You know who’s the coolest?” he interjected. “Red Hood. I hear he died, once.”
“Please, Nightwing is cooler than Red Hood,” said Dick.
“Um, those overgrown brutes have nothing on Robin,” said Damian.
“Not true!”
“Robin is a short-ass pre-teen with too many toys!”
“Nightwing is-”
“-Red Hood-”
“-what’s going on? Oh, Red Robin, without contest!”
"Boys, you're all- they're all-"
"-butt out, B-"
(y/n) finished her toast and slipped out of chair, giggling slightly at the fight she had indirectly caused.
Padding up to her father, she whispered in his ear-
What if Steve dies and Bucky comes back but there's no body.
Bucky never gets to see Steve one last time. Bucky doesn't get to say good bye. Bucky doesn't get to see the funeral, never gets to see the magnitude of all his friend came to be. Bucky's alone and Steve got till the end of the line alone, and now Bucky's alone in the world with the weight of all Hydra made him do, and the one person who he trusted to always have his back is gone.
Pairings- Selina Kyle x Bruce Wayne; Batman x Catwoman; BatCat
Warnings- slight smut, mentions of smut
Selina remembers when she met him. Their relationship has come a long way.
A short drabble collection about BatCat.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She didn't know what she'd expected, but it wasn't this. Broad shoulders under a dark cape, a bat emblazoned over what she knew had to be a muscular chest, a strong jaw, oh, the Batman was a specimen alright.
She said as much, playfully, and he replied. Told her to save her flattery for the judge. There was almost something quizzical in his tone, seemingly asking why she wasn't afraid.
And then the chase began. Selina was no fool- the moment he was distracted, she struck with her whip and she ran. And he chased. Her heart beat wildly as she leapt between rooftops and swung into alleys, the shadow of the bat on her trail- it was excitement, the thrill of the fact that she was being pursued by Batman himself. And boy, what a man.
She wasn't focused. Before she could collect herself, he was in front of her, this giant of a man, and she collided into his chest- he caught her arms.
Pushed her against the wall.
Pinned her arms above her head.
Heat pooled between her legs.
But she was caught, and her priority was getting out. He asked for the diamond. She thrust forward her hip, where her pouch hung from her belt.
He hesitated.
Ah, a gentleman?
One of his hands held her arms against the wall as the other one cautiously reached for her pouch- careful not the touch her.
She almost didn't mind him taking the diamond. She'd get more. An encounter with the Batman? Those were supposed to be rare. But nobody told her they were delicious, too.
She told him.
He released her arms and stepped back. Selina bent to retrieve her whip from where it had fallen on the ground, and when she looked up, he was gone.
She took note of the fact that he hadn't left her dangling from a lamppost for the police to find.
..
She almost knew him, by now. In a strange way. She felt like she knew him.
He hadn't been as merciful as the first they'd met- he'd arrested her, he'd gotten her thrown in jail after a few more encounters.
And he'd been apologetic. He'd asked why.
She could hear him now, that deep, gravelly voice almost pleading, just almost, asking why she stole. She didn't have to.
She'd taken advantage of his moment of weakness to knee him in the goods and throw him off the building. He'd caught up with her and arrested her.
But she was out, now. And though she had no intention of going back to jail, her body felt ablaze at the thought of meeting him again, seeing him after all this while.
Getting as close as possible to him without touching him, whilst he stood stiff as a rock, willing himself not to reach out and touch her, but unable to step away.
Kissing him.
Her lips on his, his hands darting to her waist, pushing her away but pulling her in, she could feel his struggle between what he wanted and shouldn't take, the struggle she always gave into and he, never.
Her skin prickled with excitement under her catsuit as she prowled Gotham, hoping to catch one caped crusader.
She got two.
Batman landed on the rooftop behind her, and she turned, flirtation leaving her mouth just as she saw him- a boy, under Batman's cape, a child dressed in a dark muddy red. A yellow "R" on his chest.
He- Batman- growled a low warning about watching her. That she was just out of jail, she should watch her step. She almost replied something provocative, but her gaze was fixed on the boy, who suddenly introduced himself as Robin. Batman's "partner".
And she looked at him with an incredulous disbelief and he looked- sounded, almost guilty as he affirmed what the boy said.
He assured her that Robin was a capable crime fighter, and something about his assurance made her realise that he was defending himself. That he felt...answerable to her.
Robin inched out from under the cape and stood in the light, and she almost faltered as it occurred to her that he might have a child. Maybe a wife. Maybe-
But there, as he turned under the moonlight, and called to Robin, he seemed...young, oddly young to her. Not fatherly. The turn of his voice as he called to Robin, she detected a note of affection, and as they both jumped off the roof, she realised something strange.
The Batman...liked children?
He resisted.
She was on top of him. The moon shone on them both as she straddled his lap, a shiver going through her body as his hips bucked involuntarily.
She wanted him. She always had. And she made sure he knew it. Her teeth nipped lightly at his lower lip and he held back a moan, his hands moving to grip her hips.
He wanted her.
She chipped away the resistance, bit by bit, and his belt came off, and her jacket came off, and the rest just followed.
He wasn't gentle. He seemed...almost angry, but she was enjoying herself too much to pay heed as he flipped her on her back and took charge.
Things changed after that. She could sense the change in his demeanor, a sense of responsibility in the way he started to look out for her, the way he prevented her from committing crimes he'd have to arrest her for. He didn't want to arrest her. She knew. But somehow, she couldn't use it against him.
...
She couldn't believe it.
She had wondered idly, sometimes, what color his eyes were. Brown? Green?
Blue.
Icy blue.
Bruce Wayne blue.
Bruce Wayne.
Those broad shoulders. That muscular chest. That strong jaw. Those blue eyes.
He looked small, just then, sitting slumped on the small bed in her favorite hideout. The cowl gathered around his throat- finally, finally- and she saw the face underneath, and it looked like Bruce Wayne except it didn't.
It looked like...him. An expression she'd never seen on Bruce; the realization that he'd taken off two masks for her. Batman's cowl, and Bruce Wayne's facade.
She saw the dark circles, the years old exhaustion, the mouth down turned in a frown. He said her name, softly, and she saw fear.
But she found herself laughing, and pulling him in for a kiss, and she felt his mouth turn up a little against hers, she almost pulled away to see how he looked when he smiled, but she didn't, she couldn't, because he was holding her too tightly.
His belt beeped, and he broke the kiss, and she saw his mouth twitch as he checked a message- his new Robin was worried about him.
...
They met at galas, and kissed their way up to a bedroom somewhere.
They met at rooftops, and found themselves gasping for breath in the backseat of the batmobile.
They met at her apartment, where she found him sitting bloody and bruised and almost sulky on her bed; and she knew and he knew that they weren't "official" and they probably wouldn't be, but she took care of him, and he took care of her.
Sometimes it wasn't him.
Sometimes it was a boy, either a teenager or a preteen, dressed in the muddy red, face turned in a sour expression as he ranted about how Batman could be a pain.
She stroked a cat and she listened. She talked, too, and she caught herself wanting to stroke Robin's hair like she stroked her cats, and it hit her just then. She collected strays because she was one. Bruce collected orphans because he was one. And she was an orphan, and Bruce was a stray.
please excoose my pathetic writing i rly love them a lot
Requested by anon- hi! Could I request a story where Damian Wayne falls in love with a girl working an the manor? Like a gardener or someone helping our with cooking or something else? Thanks!
here you go, anon, thanks for requesting!
i know its huge but what an adorable gif omg
Your heart was running a marathon in your chest as you walked up the steps to the large, oaken front door.
You were the most envied girl at your culinary school right now- to get a part time job at Wayne Manor?
Part of it was to Bruce Wayne’s credit, as the man strove to aid working college students in every way he could- paid internships at his company, scholarships, discounts at Wayne owned stores...
But this? Was amazing. When they advertised for an assistant chef, or chef in training, you couldn’t believe your luck when you were chosen.
So there you stood. Waiting at the front door, steeling yourself to knock, when the door opened.
A dark haired boy of around your own age stood at the the entrance, staring hard at you. Oh, you knew who this was.
“Uh, hello-” you began, when he cut you off.
“(y/n) (l/n), I know. You’re supposed to start work here today,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Well, yes. It’s nice to meet you, Damian,” you smiled.
Leaning against the doorframe, he scowled at you.
“The staff usually calls me Master Damian,” he said.
“Kinky,” you replied, your tone changing to flat. “But I’d rather not. I’m not your daddy’s nanny, you know.”
He straightened in surprise, and was about to reply, when someone else came to the door.
“Master Damian?”
A kindly looking man appeared behind him, and smiled at you.
“Miss (y/n), good. We’ve been expecting you,” he said. “I’m Alfred Pennyworth, butler of this establishment.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr.Pennyworth,” you said, shooting Damian a dirty glare as soon as he turned away.
Damian returned the look before pushing past you towards the gardens.
“Did I hear Master Damian already start snapping at you?” asked Mr Pennyworth as you followed him inside.
You flushed as you replied.
“He- I’m sorry, I snapped at him, too. He just...he was trying to talk down to me.”
“Well, heavens know the boy could use some being snapped at,” Mr Pennyworth said, sounding amused.
Work, as you found out, was excellent. The Manor’s kitchen was fully equipped, the pantry completely stocked, and Alfred (you got to first name basis remarkably fast) gave you moderate difficulty jobs, making it both practice, and learning.
Today, however, Alfred was busy with something, and had left serving lunch to you. Technically, serving food wasn’t your job, but Alfred did it, so who were you to protest? You still had to make soup and dessert- mushroom soup and apple pie, you decided.
You carried out the tureen of soup to the dining room, where Damian and Dick (who, contrary to his name, was very nice and insisted to be called by his nickname) were already seated.
“Isn’t Mr Wayne going to join you?” you asked, as you set it down.
“No, Bruce has a meeting,” Dick replied. “Soup smells great, (y/n), what is that?”
“Mushroom soup,” you smiled. “Made it myself.”
Dick glanced at Damian, who had already begun helping himself to the soup.
“It’s, uh, it’s mushroom soup, Dami,” he said.
“I’m not deaf,” the boy replied, turning slightly red. “I- love mushrooms.”
As his eye caught yours, you gave him a small, flattered smile, watching his bowl full of soup.
He looked away decidedly, and you headed back to the kitchen for the rest of the food, and the pie.
“You hate mushrooms,” said Dick, as soon as he was certain (y/n) was out of earshot.
“No, I don’t,” Damian shot, shoveling soup in his mouth as if to prove a point.
“You told Alfred you’d rather run yourself on your own sword than even sniff anything made of mushrooms,” Dick accused. “Dami, what’s going on?”
Damian growled slightly, not replying.
(y/n) was soon back, carrying a tray with mashed potatoes, and from what Dick’s nose told him, his favorite kind of chicken.
“You make this, too?” he asked, as she began arranging the food on the table.
“Oh, no, I just made soup and dessert,” she began. “Alfred-”
“I’mdonewithsoupbringmedessert,” Damian said in one breath, struggling to keep his expression straight.
“Oh,” she said. “Don’t you want any-”
“Dessert,” Damian said, firmly.
She shrugged as she walked back into the kitchen, Damian’s eyes following her, avoiding Dick’s steady gaze.
(y/n) came back with dessert. Dick had never seen Damian eat apple pie like this, not ever.
Overeating is unhealthy. Eating food packed with carbohydrates and fat is also unhealthy. For a person like Damian, it was essential that he keep his body absolutely fit, because he used his body in lethal combat on a nightly basis.
“(y/n),” he said, relaxing his body to try and hide the fact that he had sprinted to the kitchen because it was four thirty and she might’ve left already-
“Oh, hello, Damian,” (y/n) said, putting her folded up apron into her bag. He noticed the hesitation in her voice, coupled strangely with a clipped tone that told him she hadn’t forgotten their first interaction.
“You- can’t leave yet,” he said.
She looked at him with an eyebrow arched, and he continued-
“I need to be fed again.”
Great. He just referred to himself the way he did to Titus.
“There’s pie in the fridge, I’m sure you know how to reheat things,” she shrugged, zipping her bag shut.
“I need a protein shake,” he said, almost too eagerly. “It, uh, it needs to be made fresh. Bring it to my room,” he ended deliberately on an authoritative tone, mentally smacking himself as he turned on his heel.
“Please,” he added, before he left.
The wait in his room was long.
There was a good chance she’d huffed, rolled her eyes and left, but Damian had had his eye on the front path leading up to the Manor, so she hadn’t left from there.
He wasn’t entirely sure why, but he liked her...existence.
His resting heart rate was usually 40. When he heard a knock on his door, it jumped up to an embarrassing number.
“Come in!” he called, quickly arranging himself on his bed so as to look casual and composed at the same time.
She pushed open the door, carrying a large glass in one hand.
“You left before I could tell you I have no idea how to make a protein shake,” she said. “I made you an Oreo shake instead, but of you don’t want to drink it, I will.”
Damian blinked, and sat up.
“I don’t usually eat junk food,” he shrugged. “But I’d be glad to...split it with you?”
Good move? Bad move? Sharing edibles is usually interpreted as a romantic gesture, he thought. A romantic gesture???? Things could go two ways; she could either accept, or deny. In the first situation, if he-
“Sure,” she said, plopping down on his bed.
“Here, take a sip,” she passed him the glass.
She smelt nice.
Damian brought the glass to his lips, his eyes darting from the ground to hers. She watched expectantly as he drank.
Sweet, sickeningly sweet. Damian tended to lean towards hard spices.
“It’s excellent,” he said. “I can’t wait to taste your protein shake, if you ever learn to make one.”
She laughed slightly, taking the glass from him.
“Thanks,” she said. “It’s nice of you to say- nicer still, that your personal opinion of me doesn’t affect your opinion of my cooking.”
“My personal opinion of you?” he asked, frowning.
“You never seemed to like me much,” she said, “which is cool, we didn’t exactly start off right.”
“It wasn’t nice of me,” Damian shrugged. It was as close as he could come to apologizing.
She gave him a lopsided smile before chugging down some of the shake.
When she passed the glass to Damian, he noticed a smidge of chocolate on the corner of her lip.
“You’ve got-” he pointed, and she wiped off the opposite side of her mouth.
“Did I get it?” she asked. He shook his head.
“May I?” he asked, and she nodded in reply.
Two situations. Either he did it, and she slapped him, ran away, revolted. Or she didn’t. Risk analysis- probability of the former happening, high. Threat upon the former happening, also high. Advisable to not do the thing.
It was one of those rare situations where Damian didn’t listen to his own reasoning. He went with his instinct, instead.
He leaning forward, and captured the corner of her lips with his.
Sweet.
It was one of those rare situations where Damian’s risk analysis had been wrong.
When he pulled back, she blinked in confusion, before saying-
