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25 yr old who's here to look and fixate over different people who are obsessed with each other at the end of the day. Batman and Danny Phantom are current things I like rn but will see Arcane, TBHX, TUA, Saltburn, Psych, House MD, Hannibal n Spn from time to time.

[ughtyrell]

Fic idea post list, multi fandom.

Saltburn AU's

The Umbrella Academy AU's

Arcane AU's

Batman AUs

Dp x dp

#Ty thoughts, reblogs that I don't want to lose. Adding onto prompts/stories and just thoughts they inspired. Any Fandom.

[luckycloverease]

WUC!Batfam meet OG!Batfam.

Hello! So after reading Wash-Up Celebrity Bruce, I got like, hooked on it like a fish and never threw it back to the water and got to consume it because I love this story so much and thank you @ultraviolettefan for bringing this story to the world and now I can't stop thinking about the crossover like every typical dimensions cross—

Freaking recommend it to read. So now we have WUC!Batfamily meets the OG Batfamily but I should tell you guys that I spend too much time on fanon instead of canon. My head goes brrr— and I will sort it in colour so you won't be confused. Again, it's going to be like ooc, I'm sorry. And this is during part 4, where Bruce and Cassandra have to find the kids while they are exploring in the 'cave'.

Update: I just fucking read the part 5.

Note: I will take a criticism comment as my way to improve for the next part. And English is not my first language and I'm trying. My English is not very...expansive.

• WUC! Bruce & Batkids

• OG Bruce & Batkids

While Bruce is spending time with Cass, the boys discover a cave and go in to explore out of curiosity. Little did they know, something happened to the cave that made them feel dizzy the moment they stepped in. It's like...the kind that makes them feel like a sense of deja vu but it's not, they never been here before.

As they kept exploring, so far behind the entrance, something changed in this cave.

It's dim and getting darker the moment they travel so far as there is no light above. Except they saw some fruit bats. Damian squealed at the sight and pointed them out. Jumping in excitement, he wanted to get closer. Dick stopped his little brother from getting further away from his sight. How will he explain to mom if he lost Damian during cave exploration.

Maybe they should have brought flashlight. Speaking of flashlight, there's a light from another cave entrance in front of them. A tunnel. Hmm... They don't know the feeling about it but it looks dangerous. They rather not get lost with no supplies.

Tim, gulp: "Uhh... Aren't we going too far? We should head back.."

Dick: "Yeah.. you're right. I think we traveled enough. Come on, let's go back before mom gets worried."

The boys turned and headed back where they came in. Suddenly, they were shocked to see the entrance was nowhere to be found as if it was never there. Jason felt uneasy because he knows it was there because he is the last person to go in the cave.

Jason, confused: "Wait wait wait- didn't we just walk from that entrance like 5 minutes ago!?"

Dick, being the oldest and needed to think a way out: "Well we have to find a way to... Wait where's Damian??"

The three looked around, no Damian on their sight. Dick panicked as he told the others to stay where they are and find Damian before he gets lost. Dick grabs a dead branch on the ground just in case they encounter something dangerous.

Dick: "Stay here, I'll go find Damian!"

Tim, followed him: "Wait! Can't we just go together??"

Jason hesitantly looks at the entrance that suspiciously became a wall then back to them as they are getting far from him.

Jason, quickly ran towards them: "Wait guys! Wait for me!!"

2 minutes ago.

Before the boys were going back outside, Damian wandered aimlessly in the area where there were lots of fruit bat above him. Not knowing his two brothers and new friend(?) trying to look for him. One of the fruit bats flies down as he giggles and tries to capture it.

Damian, giggling: "Hehe Batsy!"

Damian ran after it and successfully caught the fruit bat (which was a surprise for his toddling height), the bat stared in confusion and it made a clicking sound. He smiled, he can't wait to show his mama!

Damian, turn around to show it: "Look! I caught the—.."

He looked around and saw no one with him. He whimper.

Damian, hug the fruit bat: "Jay Jay? Didi..?"

Damian looked around, left to right as he realized he walked far from them and got lost. His eyes glint with tears in fear.

Damian, shouted through the cave: "JAY JAY! DIDI!!"

Nothing.

So he started walking, he doesn't know which direction but it's the only way to find out. But there's a tunnel that has some light glint in the distance. COULD IT BE THE EXIT?! So he ran towards the path as his footprints created a dent to the ground.

The bat keeps squeaking and clicking but it doesn't seem to bite, just bark. It gives up and lets the toddler make his way.

While Damian reaches the exit, he notices the light becomes...blue? Moreover, to his disappointment, it's not the exit. It's another cave to another big cave. However, something is different from the former.

The toddler looked up as he witnessed the cave getting bigger, spacious; more like a bit advanced and quiet... Is that humming? Something's humming!! He saw some kind of blue line lights. Beautiful. There is some kind of large platform... He thinks he is somewhere below.

Damian, struck in awe: "Wa..."

Fruit bat, mouth gap: *Squeak*

Damian looked around and found the stairs. He reached his way up and saw something cool on the way. There are cars, some gadgets and he saw...something he doesn't know— is that a giant dinosaur?!? (I don't know about the bat cave diagram so I just watched Batwheels and happened to get some tours from the episodes)

Furthermore, he quickly waddles his way and examines the dino statue. Is this...an underground museum mama had?? Why didn't he talk about this?!

Damian, petting the fruit bat: "Look batty! A dino!"

"Damian?"

He heard someone call him and turned to look at...

Damian, tilt head, smiled and showed the fruit bat like an achievement badge: "Mama? MAMA LOOK I GOT A BAT!"

Bruce is shocked, not only he called him 'Mama' but HOW DID HE BECAME A TODDLER?!? Wait, Damian just went out to patrol with Dick. Wait...did they have a magic encounter incident?? Wait where's Dick?! He should have been back if Damian's here.

Bruce, internally panic and trying to appear calm: "Oracle, I need an update on Nightwing and Robin."

Bruce quickly walks up to little Damian, who is confused including the fruit bat, and carries him to his arms. Checking to see if there's any injury or something gone wrong in patrol. He stared at the fruit bat that stared at him.

Damian, let Bruce carry him: "Mama, what is oracle?"

Bruce: "What? Oh Habibi, let go of the fruit bat, you're going to hurt its wings."

Damian whined but before he could let it go, the computer dings, he walk to the computer when

Oracle responds.

Oracle: "They're still on a stakeout. Vitals are okay. Why? What happened?"

Bruce tilted his head and looked back at Damian who is in HIS arms, whining about letting go of the bat that he just caught and tears swelling up his eyes. Bruce quickly soothes his back.

Damian: "Do I have to?"

Oh my gosh, he is so cute. Bruce wishes he could take a picture but this is important and this needs to be solved now. And if Damian is out then how did this Damian get here. And so young.

Oracle: "...Is that a kid? Wait B—"

Welp. Time for a meeting.

Bruce, clear throat: "We have a situation. Call the others to come back after they finish their patrol."

Barbara didn't try to ask because she knows it's going to be revealed anyways (she hacked the cameras). So she give him an okay and tell the others.

Bruce looks at the toddler that gives him a docile, boba eyes but Bruce is already immune... yeah he folds but this bat gotta go. He gives him a look. Damian huffed and let go of the bat as it flew away, giving a wave of goodbye.

Damian, giving himself distance to look at his 'Mama' better, holding his shoulders for balance: "Mama, you look different."

Bruce can't question the 'Mama' thing but he can ask this. He put his hand on Damian's back so he won't fall off.

Bruce: "What do you mean?"

Damian, look down: "You wear a suit. And you look old."

Bruce stopped himself from flinching, he expected that from his children but not this one. But it does confirm, through every possibility and theories in his head, this is...dimension incident.

While Bruce and Damian are having their time. Dick, Jason and Tim are still on the other side of the cave, trying to find Damian. They would be losing their minds if they didn't discover Damian's footprints and considering he loves animals, the fruit bats above are their first step. So it's a win-win.

Dick, points the middle entrance out of three tunnels with a dead branch: "He went that way."

The footprints show the toddler went through the tunnel where they can see the light in the distance. Exit?

Jason: "Yeah, I'm not going. Haha.. you know there is no way that's what an exit looks like. Suspiscious, am I right?"

Tim: "But Damian could be in there."

Dick: "Then that means he's not so far from us."

Dick walks toward the tunnel entrance, Damian's footprints only shows one way, it means he didn't turn back.

Dick, brows furrowed: "Look we gotta get him before mum gets worried. All of us. He could notice we're gone and be looking for us right now. The plan is simple, we get Damian and we find our way back to get out of this cave."

Jason, sigh: "Yeah good point."

Tim, nodded, determined: "We should go now."

The trio went in the tunnel and noticed something strange as if it was forming something...larger? And the light is getting brighter and blue-ish. Wait what? Blue?

Finally, they got through the tunnel and saw ...another cave. Great.

Jason: "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT'S ANOTHER CAVE ENTRANCE! I KNEW IT"

Jason: "Knew what kid?"

The boys turn around and froze as they stared at the giant man with a red helmet- IS THAT GUNS?? OH MY GOSH HE HAD GUNS!!!

So they panic.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Jason, hands out, take a few steps forward,: "Woah- holy shit! Chill out!"

"...oys"

Dick, without thinking, letting out a battle cry to swing the big dead branch, aiming for the man's waist. However, the man dodged and grabbed the branch away from the kid's hands and grip the boy's wrist. Dick wriggled his wrist to get out of the older's grip.

Dick: "LET ME GO!! STRANGER DANGER!X2"

Jason & Tim: "DICK!!"

"Boys??"

Jason's roundhouse kicks the man's calf, making the man hiss and nearly bend forward.

Jason: "The fuck!?"

"Boys?"

Jason and Tim pounce like a tiger hunts their prey. Tim climbs on Jason's back to cover his helmet- whatever it was that he assumed where his sight was. Jason punch/jab where the opening is.

"Stop it!"

Dick already learns self defense and uses his acrobatic skill to swing himself up, using his weight on Jason's arms and strangle the man's neck by using his legs. A headlock technique. Jason tries to stay upright in balance, trying not to fall by this children's battle. He cussed.

"Boys?? Stop!"

Jason: "SHIT THIS KIDS ARE A NIGHTMARE!! HELP-"

"BOYS! STOP THIS AT ONCE!!" The familiar voice finally shouted through their ears to get their attention.

They froze and looked up except for Jason who got covered by Tim's hand and tried to move his head..

Bruce (in an inner black outfit) with Damian in his arms, who seem to be melted in Mama's arms and about to sleep, stared at the scene with Dick, Damian, Cass, Steph and Tim (phone in hands, recording) trying to stifle their laughs either on Bruce's side.

It took them a full minute to recover from it. Jason tried to flap his arms to get rid of Dick but he got down and then the next thing that happened wasn't what they expected.

Dick & Jason, run to him and hug his waist: "MAMA!!"

Tim, joins in: "Ma- Bruce! Sir-"

Bruce huff, looks down at them, ruffling their hairs with his free hand. The kids tighten their hugs.

Dick:

Jason:

Tim:

Damian:

Cass:

Steph:

All except Bruce & the kids: "What?"

Barbara had been watching through the cameras and recording it with a grin: "Oh how I love being alive."

[occasionalauthoring]

I seen the ask about your thoughts on reverse batfamily and your feelings about Dick being considered Damians dad came up. Which reminded me you don't like it much at the perfect time. I made this post earlier today and want to ask if you can write a post about it yourself? Only if you want and have time though!

https://www.tumblr.com/ughtyrell/818330838409297920/a-scenario-where-everyone-expects-damian-to-side?source=share

Post -- also

"We're leaving the manor for a while, B. We can't keep doing this."

The words ring in Damian's ears. He'd frozen, heart pounding, realising his siblings were leaving him. They'd promised they were family, and now they were leaving him. And then there was a hand on his shoulder, Richard was guiding him out, and his blood ran cold. They weren't leaving him. They intended to make him leave.

And he'd numbly followed, the revelation making his footsteps drag, until they'd stopped in the foyer, next to a pile of suitcases, and Damian had choked, seeing his own among them. The presumptions, the expectations, the demands, they made a fury build in Damian, growing, roiling, hissing, until it finally clawed its way out of him as they negotiated where they would all be staying.

That Timothy would reside with Todd as a temporary measure while his own home was under repairs, though neither of them seemed particularly enthused. That Cassandra would move to live with Barbara. That:

"Damian'll come with me, course."

Damian carefully, deliberately, took a step back, forcing Richard's hand to slip off his shoulder. "No," he says, coldly. "I will not."

They all frown at him. "Where you planning on sleeping then, pipsqueak?"

He doesn't scowl at Todd, but the force of his glare does make his 'brother' do a double take. "In my room. In my home. I am staying with Father."

Richard turns to face him properly, disbelief colouring his face. "Damian—"

"You are not my father, Richard."

More reactions. Raised brows, parted lips. Richard chuckles, and smiles. "I know, Dami. But—"

"Do you? I am no fool, I know you have all made presumptions based on the six months Father was lost in time, but I will take care to remember it is he who I call by that title, not you. He is the one with the right to dictate my life without consulting me, though he would not, unlike you, who did not even inform me you were planning to take me from my home."

The foyer is silent. Damian walks to the pile, and extracts his suitcases. He hears steps before the voice comes, cracking slightly:

"Damian, please do—"

"No, Richard!" He whips around, loosening the reins on his mounting rage. "Your reasons for leaving Father are superficial. They do not show his tedium, they show your weakness! Too weak to love someone because it isn't easy."

Richard falters. Seemingly so do the rest of his siblings. Damian continues, his tongue a sharpened knife, his words barbed.

"I know Father does not love 'right'. I know he expresses himself incorrectly, and that it hurts sometimes, to love him, but what does that matter, when I know how much he loves me?" Damian blinks back tears. "When I heard Pennyworth express how blessed we are that I did not inherit his condition, and Father thanked a God that left him forsaken at eight for the same thing?"

Timothy pales some, and Damian swallows.

"It is not easy, but it is not Herculean. It is not Sisyphean. I thought that you were capable of seeing past his pecularities, to his core, that you could see the intention behind his flawed means of expressing it?" Forcing eye contact with Cassandra makes her bite her lip, breaking it to look away from his penetrating gaze.

"Do not penalise me because you do not care to put in extra effort. Do not puppet me because you only care to pick fights, but don't bother to spend time with Father, and wonder why your relationship has collapsed? Do not make me your mouthpiece because you don't accept the ways he reaches out to you as valid methods of trying to initiate a relationship, and always assume the worst of him."

None of them say anything.

"You are my family. I love you all." The words slip from his tongue with a surprising ease, this once. It is in that regard he did indeed take after his father. It is rare such sentiments come easy to his lips, he prefers showcasing them through his actions. "But I will not abandon Father for you. Certainly not until he actually does something that merits such an abandonment."

This time, no one tries to stop him as he retrieves his luggage and walks back down the hall.

He goes upstairs first, and returns them to his room. Not quite stripped bare, but certainly stripped back. He seethes at the audacious behaviour.

Moving through the hallway, he finds other doors ajar, and sees his siblings' rooms similarly barren.

Looking into Richard's room is when he feels a palm slip over his shoulder. He doesn't turn, but doesn't shove off the touch either. "Forgiveness will be earned. Forgetting will not."

"I understand," Cassandra whispers. "I've...been struggling. Frustrated. I should not have agreed with brothers. Dad deserves more."

"No one deserves anything. But I dare say Father has done his best to earn it, no?"

Neither of them say anything more, but he waits for Cassandra to return her own bags, and when she kneels, arms open to him, he allows himself to eek out a small number of tears on her shoulder.

They go downstairs together, and take the longer way to avoid the empty foyer. When Cassandra opens the door, Damian clenches his fists seeing Father kneeling where they left him standing, and he dare say bawling may be the most apt descriptor for what he sees.

Cass' breath hitches, and she runs across the room, dropping to her knees by his side. Father startles, moving away, but she lunges after, pulling him into a hug before he can resist, and two large arms come around her, squeezing her likely to the point of pain, but she doesn't make a sound as apologies are sobbed into the hug, promises to do better that Damian does not bother contradicting, not now, as he taps Father's arm and is welcomed in too. Wet lips shakily press to his head, then to his sister's hair, and Father gasps for air between their heads.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers to himself, or to them, Damian isn't sure, but he hushes them anyway, and the three of them end up in a miserable silence punctuated only by tears from all three of them.

He's not sure how long they remain there, only that his knees hurt, when a hand smooths over his shoulder, running over his back to make its way over to Bruce's arm wrapped around him.

"Mum's taking the car to the garage, we're gonna stay for a little while, B," Duke says, lowering himself to kneel next to them. Damian is seized by an immense gratefulness for him too, even if he isn't sure how he came to know of today's fiasco.

They'll figure it out, Damian decides. Between the four of them, he's sure they will find a way to keep the household afloat.

[ughtyrell]

A scenario where everyone expects Damian to side with Dick. To choose and follow him because of course he would. He's Dicks Robin. Everyone knows Damian is practically Dicks son. Except did anyone ever ask if that's how Damian felt?

"I'm staying with father."

That makes everyone pause. Not expecting Damian to protest or say anything because the choice was obvious. Of course he'd go with Dick right?

"Damian come o-""You're not my father Richard."

"What? Dami, of course not, I wasn't saying-" "But you believe it. You all believe it. It is why you are all assuming I would be going with you and leave father behind."

Aka they never asked Damian how he felt about the parental role Dick has taken on towards him. Have never thought to confirm this status they've assigned Dick and Damian with Damian. And he finally shuts it down when attempting to take him away from his real father. His only father.

I imagine Damian didn't realize what role everyone assumed him and Dick were making until way later. Or didn't question it because he barely had a chance to create a father and son bond with Bruce. Neither did he get the chance to have a brother before so he assumes this is it with Dick. If he heard someone teasing Dick over being dad-like, he's assured that they're only poking fun.

When he does get to know and bond with Bruce it isn't like with Dick so he knows the difference now better. So he does get sick and tired of the jokes but lets it go because Bruce doesn't say anything. Until this scene happens and Damian puts his foot down. Dick is not his father and he wants everyone to know that he won't leave with him and choose him over Bruce. Damian loves his dad and it's not Dick.

[jack-elly]

DPxDC idea #3

The DC universe has its own Danny Fenton.

The problem?

He's dead.

Dead.

The portal accident killed him years ago. The Fentons buried their son, mourned him, and somehow managed to move on.

Then a dimensional breach brings Danny Phantom from another universe into the DC Universe.

At first, nobody notices anything strange. The Justice League just sees another teenage meta helping during crises. But eventually reporters get clear footage. Facial recognition software finds a match.

Danny Fenton.

Deceased.

The boy buried years ago.

Now Maddie, Jack, and Jazz are forced to watch news reports of their dead son flying alongside heroes, So they chase him wanting answers.

And Danny is stuck trying to explain something impossible:

"No, I'm not your Danny."

The worst part?

Nobody believes him.

Because how do you tell grieving parents that their son really is dead... and you're just an alternate-universe version who happened to survive?

[ughtyrell]

Danny tries to use logic he knows his own parents have said before against this set when they won't believe he's not their Danny. He tries to tell them that he's just a ghost who looks like their son, he's like an after image of their son.

Of course then they set him up to catch him off guard to do things or say things only their son Danny would say and know. So it back fires on him. They believe Danny is ashamed of being a ghost because of them or scared to be their son around them because of how much time they spent around him with the goal of ghost hunting.

[drtrinitysantos]

booty shorts that say “psychoanalyze me” but the anal is bedazzled

[ughtyrell]

Can we imagine a smaller "dont" before/above it and Will Graham wearing them around Hannibal 🤔

[occasionalauthoring]

Hey occa,

I’ve been thinking a lot about Dick’s and Bruce’s relationship. Especially about Dick’s possessiveness over Bruce.

Feel free to ignore this though if you don’t feel like answering this.

What about a Dick that gets de-aged or even better a Dick that gets switched with his past self. No matter how it happens just-started-out-as-Nightwing Dick is now in the present. He is currently on his rough patch with Bruce and is suddenly dropped into a future where he has to share his Dad’s Bruce’s attention with others.

A 17yo Dick who thinks of Bruce as to overbearing is suddenly with a Bruce that barely has any time for him. At least in comparison to what Dick is used to.

After getting past the initial shock he thinks it’s great and that he now has his peace from Bruce. Only to notice how Bruce is laughing with the other kids and how their friends come over and also hang out with Bruce.

Because none of them were only told bad things about Bruce by him. God Dick is so stupid he could have had this. Why is he so goddam selfish

And suddenly Dick is seething with jealousy. It practically drips from his body. That is HIS Bruce.

But when he tries to start doing an activity with Bruce the man brushes. Him. Off.

“Sorry chum, but It’s the first Thursday of the month and I always have book club with Jayson then”

“I’m afraid I don’t have the time, Tim asked me to a True Crime Show Marathon”

“I apologize but today is my weekly practice in physical combat with Kidflash. He asked for a depleted training plan”

And while 17yo Dick is struggling with all of this older Dick in the past is just enjoying having all of his Dad’s attention for the first time in YEARS while the TeenTitans and his Dad are heavily confused by his antics

Aha! Found it! I didn't mean to ignore you, I swear 😶‍🌫️

"Dick? Hold out your arm for me?" Dick blinks, tuning back into the real world, and finally forces him out of the haze he'd happily settled into in Bruce's arm. On autopilot, he obeys, offering his arm, but frowns when Bruce wraps a tourniquet around it. "Thank you, chum," he mutters, filling two vials with blood. Dick watches it happen, confusion penetrating the calm that had settled over him.

"Bruce!"

Bruce lifts a hand, signalling his location, and Dick frowns harder when J'onn and Zatanna round the corner, approaching with masked caution.

"Bruce. I'm myself."

"I know, chum." He slings an arm around Dick to keep him up as he moves over to the lab, and preps a slide of his blood. "There's just some peculiarities we want to figure out."

"He is," J'onn confirms, suddenly closer.

"No spells," Zatanna adds, making to poke him. Dick knocks her hand away with a scowl.

"His consciousness is not his." Dick blanches, sending mental claxons towards J'onn. Don't tell him, let him keep pretending— "The mind currently in this form is Richard Grayson from nearly ten years in the future."

Bruce's brow dips. "Dick." Oh great. A tone. "Why not tell me?"

"Because that doesn't matter," he insists. "I'm me. And you're you. And I want to spend time with my dad."

Bruce's breath hitches. Zatanna and J'onn head out just as quickly as they came, even if snickers linger after their departure, and Dick shifts uncomfortably.

"Dick, I— Please tell me I'm not..." Bruce falters, looking crushed, and Dick shakes his head.

"No! No, B, I just. You're busy, a lot of the time, in my time. I just want to make the most of right now. Please."

Bruce watches him for a moment, then melts, and it kicks Dick in the chest the same way it did when Bruce treated him like a dream when he snuck into his room this morning (with the intention of telling him what happened, only to see him lying there, the perfect spot to lie under his arm, and realise he could do that) and cuddled him like they always used to do. Before Dick grew up. Before Bruce grew up too.

"Okay. We'll go to the den."

Hesitantly, oh so carefully, Bruce leans in, and presses his lips to Dick's head. Dick leans into the touch, pretends not to see Bruce hold back tears, and stifles his own.

He'll enjoy this, for however long it lasts. However long he gets to live in a time where he was an only child, and Bruce had no pulls to his attention except maybe the dog. When Bruce was his, and Dick was his, and even when Bruce thinks Dick is filled with hormonal rage and teen angst, still carries him around all morning for cuddles. When it was just them.

And maybe...maybe he'll pull on his old suit. Maybe the dynamic duo can fly one last time.

He'll make the most of this time in a way he didn't last time, even if he loves his siblings.

Dick hates his siblings. He's hated this entire day. And now it's dinner, and he's walked into the dining room, and watched the little one and the girl one slide into the seats on either side of the head of the table, keeping Bruce for themselves.

"Move." The girl rolls her eyes, and the little one scoffs. "Move!" He yells, and the room goes silent.

Bruce frowns at him. He shouldn't be frowning at Dick, he should be frowning at these parasites on his attention. "Dick," he admonishes.

"Make them move. I'm not doing this— I'm not putting up with this anymore. Make. Them. Move. Bruce."

The little one frowns. "Grayson—"

"Wayne," he snaps. He's lying. His name isn't Wayne, that's the name of his future self, he'd had a panic attack seeing the adoption certificate framed on the wall this morning, but now there is a monster in his chest, writhing and possessive and demanding he gets rid of the intruders, and when it supplies the name he grasps it with both hands.

"My name. Is. Wayne. You brat."

"Dick!" Bruce shouts, a hand held out to the little one, who's fallen silent, like he deserves any comfort. He stole Dick's dad Bruce. "What has gotten into you?"

"Do you love them more than me?" He gasps, and feels the mortifying heat of tears as they slide down his cheeks. Bruce startles, mouth slightly open, the rest of the room is staring, but the dam is broken and he can't stop the barrage of words. "I-I know I was rude, and contrary, and we fought, but I didn't want you to replace me! And— and you've been busy all day and you don't have time for me and all you ever do is spend time with them!"

He crying properly now, Bruce's striken face is blurry through his tears, and he's never felt more childish than when he wraps his arms around himself like a facsimile of a hug and sobs.

"You said good morning, but you didn't kiss my head, and you didn't try to hug me, and you don't cut my bacon for me anymore, and you didn't ask me if I wanted to do my homework with you while you worked on W.E. and you took him to get milkshakes after lunch not me and you didn't try to sneak cookies from Alfred with me!"

The room is deadly silent, so his wet, shuddering inhale is the loudest thing in the room.

"Is it because they call you 'Dad'?" He asks, and Bruce makes a noise like he got punched. "'Cause he calls you Father and she says Dad and he calls you Pops even if it sounds sarcastic but you spend time with them and not me so is that it? Do— Do I need to? I'll do it, B, please, just— Just be my Bruce again, please!"

He's sobbing now, and his chest aches, and it hurts to breathe, but then Bruce's chair is screeching back and he's being tackled and yanked into a hug and he wraps all his limbs around him and bawls into his chest like he hasn't since he was ten, but Bruce just clutches him close, hushing him gently, painfully gentle hands carding through his hair.

"Please, please B— Dad—"

"Hey, hey, Dickie-baby, you don't need to call me Dad."

"You promise?" He moans, and lips press firmly into his hair.

"I promise, chum. I'm sorry." Dick burrows close, and Bruce starts walking and Dick has no idea where they're going but Bruce is mumbling apologies into his hair like he'll never stop but his arms are firm around him and that kind of makes it feel like it will all be okay.

[ughtyrell]

It isn't like the golden age anymore Batman

Can you imagine Batman and Nightwing trying to do old school cartoon logic when they're sleep deprived as hell. Like using a flag pole to spring their jumps. It worked back then but it isn't like back in the day. Instead of bending for them in a cartoonish way, metal is...well metal, harsh and unmoving. It will not work like a spring. It'll either be harsh and hurt their ankles or snap if it's cheap.

Took some time for them to get used to it themselves but they did as the years passed. They just forget that times have changed when super tired.

Or

Imagine the two get de-aged and are mad as hell the architecture isn't moving like that anymore. How does anyone get any crime fighting done these days??? Complaining to each other about it while everyone else is like, how was that even possible? What do you mean you used to be able to do these ridiculous stunts back then?

[ughtyrell]

"Where there's love there is hope"

-bruce my man wayne

[occasionalauthoring]

Occa, I'm back on my bullshit.

You remember the post about aromatherapy in A/B/O?

Dick smelling hints of Bruce on Wally. They're so faint and obviously not a bond. But Dick hasn't smelled Bruce in a long time. Between the scent patches and the pheromone killer, he hasn't smelled a hint of the Omega in months. He's getting prickly, as is the rest of the Family.

The smell is driving him insane. He questions if the speedster is going to the manor often, but that wouldn't be enough with the changes. He'd have had to hug Bruce to do that.

But, on a space mission? In a spaceship? For a month?!?

Physically impossible.

Which leads to Dick losing his shit a tearing through Wally's luggage when they get to the Watchtower. They were there to debrief, and be checked medically, before going back to Earth.

Which is when he found the stuffed bat plush.

It reeks of Bruce. Of a maternal scent Dick just barely remembers. His thumb brush against the chest and he can feel a hard ball underneath. Flipping the doll over leads to the zipper. And pulling down the zipper, releases a smell of clean rain, not freezing or biting, not hot and muggy, but a perfect spring rain one could stand in for the entire shower. He looks inside, pushing the fabric to show a wool ball. The type one uses for laundry by putting essential oil on and tossing into the dryer with your clothes.

It was at this moment Wally walked in. "Dude, what are you doing? Why is my shit everywhere? Hey, are you...?"

Dick lets out the deepest, most territorial growl he's ever felt vibrate through his ribs. Teeth bared, lips drawn over gums, snarling. Clutching the little bat to his chest, possessive and so fucking angry.

Dick doesn't know what he's doing, but his vision is clouded red, his nose is clouded with Bruce's scent, and every instinct he has is screaming for him to tear the imposter apart.

"Dick— Dick!" Wally shouts, speeding out of the way when Dick lunges for him. "Oh, shit," he yelps when he tries again, grabbing for him, only narrowly missing. He slams a fist on a button and the door slides back open, and Dick slams into the wall when Wally speeds out and dodges again.

He bounds after him, tracking his scent through the halls, and gets a door slammed in his face. He punches the code into the keypad, and follows Wally for two loops around the Watchtower. Then his scent veers left, sharp with panic, and Dick snarls. He's heading for the meeting room. Bruce is there. He can't have Bruce.

"Batman, you have to stop Nightwing, he's—"

Dick slams into Wally's back, driving him down to the floor, and pins him down. He opens his mouth, spots the perfect part to tear out the intruder's jugular and—

He's slammed into the wall, pinned there by Superman, and watches Wally stumble to his feet. Both Barry and Bruce move to him, but the growl Dick lets lose stops Bruce in his tracks. Wally leans into Barry, giving him a wary look, and turns to Bruce. "He found the bat."

Dick growls louder at the imposter to Dick's pack talking to his mother, and Clark presses him against the wall harder when he writhes to escape. Diana appears, and watches him carefully as he snarls when she plucks the bat toy from his fist. He wants that back, it smells like Bruce, he deserves his mother's scent, no one else—

"He's feral," she notes, and Bruce takes a step closer, lips pursed. He's still too far away, Dick needs to protect him, he needs to come closer, Clark needs to let him go. He snaps at the other alpha, who easily leans out of reach so Dick can't graze him with his fangs, and he thinks he hears his bones creak with the force Clark is using to keep him trapped.

"Debrief, Flash," Bruce snaps.

Wally glares across the room at Dick. "This didn't happen on the mission. I found him digging in my luggage, he found the toy. Honestly, I think it's—"

"It's a Pup Challenge," Hal voices, also drawing closer, peering at Dick.

Bruce recoils, moving backwards. "It can't be," he rasps. "Dick isn't my pup."

The room raises a collective, pointed brow at the way Dick growls louder, threatening, and gnashes his teeth again. Wally must have sunk his claws deeper into Bruce than Dick thought. It's fine. He'll kill the imposter and he can have Bruce to himself.

"I told you," Wally grouches, "that they want you to be their mother. They're just repressed as fuck."

"They rejected me first." Bruce yanks the cowl back in frustration, pacing, and Dick fights harder. Now his neck is vulnerable. Mama's vulnerable, Dick has to protect him from the imposter.

"That doesn't matter, Spooky. Not when the kid, at the mere idea you'd scent Wally, regressed back to primitive instincts, and is ready to kill his best friend in order to protect his place in the pack from a challenger for your attention."

"He never did this with his siblings."

"You never scented them."

Bruce stares at Hal. At Dick. At Wally. Dick again. "How do I fix it?"

Diana joins Clark in holding him back. "You assure him his position as your pup isn't in danger."

"He's not my pup."

Dick's shoulder dislocates as he arches off the wall, fighting to get to Bruce. Stupid intruder, warping Bruce's mind.

"Will you stop saying that?" Clark growls, and Dick wrenches an arm free to swing at him. How dare he growl at Dick's mama—

Bruce catches his fist, cradling it in his palms, and coos softly, a quiet omega call. "Calm down, love. Ignore them." Dick calms slightly with Bruce so close. He's here now, he can protect Bruce from the intruder.

Bruce keeps hold of Dick's hand, tracing patterns with delicate touches, and turns his head towards Diana as they push him back towards the wall. "He is my child. Pup is a pack denomination. I don't have one."

Her gaze is intense. "Maybe it's time you join one."

It's silent for a while. "Get ready to run, Wally," Bruce says, and Dick tenses. He's still talking to the imposter. Dick needs to get rid of the imposter. He needs to kill the threat.

Clark and Diana let him go, and Dick launches towards the imposter, only for Bruce's arm to circle around him, pulling him back, and how dare he, he can't believe Mama would protect Wally—

Bruce scents him, and Dick freezes as a bond locks into place in his mind.

[occasionalauthoring]

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It has been a long week.

I love my family, I love my family, I love my—

"I'm the obvious choice."

He hates his family.

Dick pinches the bridge of his nose, blowing out a slowwwwwww breath. He can do this. He's sat through this debate dozens of times. He's partipated in good humour! He can do it again. He can entertain their ridiculous notions again.

Yeah.

He can do this.

"Fool, Timothy. I am Father's best partner."

He's going to kill his family.

Jason leans back in his chair. "I wouldn't know about that, kiddo. Before I died Bruce and I were one hell of a team."

Tim scoffs, Damian laughs, and Dick bullies down the rising anger in his chest. It's a harmless debate. There is no need to go nuclear.

"We best. I know him." I know him better.

"Come onnn, Cass," Duke drawls. "You want to get involved in this dick measuring contest?"

She smirks. "Mine's bigger."

Steph snorts, tipping to the side as she's wracked with laughter, and objections explode from Dick's brothers, scandalised voices layering over each other.

"AN-Y-WAY," Duke forces, bringing the room back down. "What if I threw my hat into the ring? I mean, B's practically obsessed with me. Imagine what it'd be like if I was a Robin?"

"Excuse you. Batgirls are great partners too." Barbara crosses her arms. "Not to mention, Batman is nothing without Oracle."

The shouting starts back up again, Steph joining in with an awfully amused, half-assed attempt at mediation, and Dick decides it's best if he left.

He doesn't quite make it to the door.

"Come on, Dick, what say you?" He doesn't get the objection to object, as the pressure layers and layers with half a dozen voices, until what he didn't want to happen finally happens, and he snaps.

"You think any of you are Bruce's best partner?" He laughs. "Compared to me? I redirected the entire course of Bruce's life. I redefined who he was at his core. I introduced the idea of partnership to a man determined to bleed out alone in an alley he didn't thirteen years before. Without me, Batman would be nothing more than a rumour of two blessed yars with less crime, before that perculiar murder case of the man in such a strange suit, and Gotham became even worse as it is wont to do.

"I was eight and fighting alongside Batman against gods, monsters, Rogues, on the same level as the Justice League. I was the first sidekick, the mould for every one since was taken from me, the human that paved the way for metas, mutants, and aliens under Bruce's wing.

"You think you can claim to be Bruce's best partner? No. You think you can claim to be his best Robin?" He chuckles again. "Robin is mine. Robin did not come from the Wayne house, it came from the Grayson's tent. You can wear the suit, you can redefine what being Robin means for you, you can bear the name, but you will never be me. You will never be the child that swore an oath to protect this city in the bowels of the city, and took to the streets by Bruce's side.

"He taught me everything he knows. You will never learn all of that, because it is inhumane, it pushes you to the very limits of what the human spirit can endure, and he will not let you. But I know all of it, we match down to our core, we are one when we descend upon Gotham. Bruce does not lead the Justice League, yet he had designated me as its future leader, and that has been cemented by its leaders because they know who I am. They know I am Robin, I am Nightwing, I am the product of Bruce's best efforts, I carry his legacy as I forge my own, and I will lead the greatest culmination of heroes our world has ever seen because of who he has moulded me into. I am Bruce's best partner."

The room is silent when he finally stops, and he casts a look across the room, taking in their shocked faces, and spins of his heel, stalking out of the room.

For dramatic emphasis, the universe perfectly times the door falling closed, the heavy oak slam punctuating his exit.

"Dick."

He startles, finding Bruce sat on a chaise just outside the door. "You were listening to the debate."

Bruce's lips tilt up. "I make a habit of it. They're very revealing." His analytical eyes pin Dick in place. "Some more than others."

Dick refuses to apologise, and bares teeth in a tight smile. "Did I say anything wrong?" He steps forward, and Bruce stands to meet him, face giving nothing away. "I came first. I came out best. I am your greatest pride, you have said so yourself. I love my siblings, Bruce, and you can take in as many as you want, it does not matter, it won't change that I had you first. It was me and you for ten years. You are my dad. You are mine."

Bruce's brows pull in, and Dick stubbornly doesn't lean into the grazing touch cupping his jaw. Deep, blue eyes bore into his own, and he lays his conviction bare.

Bruce leans in, and presses his lips to Dick's temple. "You have had a very long week in Blüdhaven. You would keep this all locked up very tightly if you weren't on your last straw." Dick grumbles, wordless, and an arm slides over his shoulder. "We'll hog the cinema room, alright? Give your siblings time to cool off."

Bruce starts walking, and Dick turns into him, picked up instantly because Bruce knows him just as well as Dick knows him. "It's alright, sweetheart."

Dick buries his face in his shoulder, and feels the adrenaline of his shouting crash as he's finally safe, held close and bobbing softly with Bruce's every step.

"Dad? I've had a really long week."

[mufasamylobe]

Maybe I just love messy love like

-Superman is Batman’s baby daddy but they broke up so now when Clark FaceTimes Dick he always asks; what’s daddy doing, is he going on a date? Put your daddy on the phone for me Champ.

-“What are you getting all dolled up for”

-“It’s none of your business Clark” Bruce says while he brushes out his brows to give it a more sleek look.

“I’m coming over, I hope your little date cancels on you before I get there” Clark looks like he serious about it while saying it in a joking matter.

“Your crazy, I have Kryptonite on me. You won’t even be allowed 10 feet away from this house.”

“So, you are inviting someone over.. Dick get dressed I’m coming over to pick both you and daddy up, alright.”

“Really! Okay!” Dick hangs up the phone to get dressed to have a fun night out with his Daddies, but ends up staying behind for “grown up reasons”

[sharklover00]

[sidlingmooselike]

"I asked ChatGPT"

Well I asked Shawn Spencer and he pressed his fingers to his temples and said he was getting a vision

[tallowandport]

*SLAMS OPEN DOOR AND SPRINTS UP TO MICROPHONE*

Everyone!

EVERYONE!!

I have had an IDEA!!!

Psych, the 2006 tv show... and the dc batman franchise... crossover fic.

Bruce knows this dramatic bitch is lying about his psychic abilities, but he's also a very good detective so he can't bring himself to call the guy out on it. (whether or not anyone other than Bruce figures out Shawn isn't psychic? idk.)

Spencer 100% figures out that Bruce is Batman immediately. Gus refuses to believe him until the Bat unmasks himself right in front of them.

(maybe the plot could be something about Gotham Police needing help on a case, and the Santa Barbara Police Department sends over Shawn and Gus because they'd discovered a connection between the case and an old one from their area? idk. or you could straight up just go for a classic "dimension portal drops Shawn and Gus into Gotham")

[ughtyrell]

Psych and Batman??? This is so fun. Especially imagining Gus denying Bruce Wayne being Batman and then a high pitch yell when Batman takes off his cowl LOL.

"Told ya Gus 🥱"

[wander-the-dark]

Just in case you need to hear this.

There is no age limit on fanfiction.

There is no age limit on fandom.

There is no age limit on hobbies.

There is no age limit on joy.

Those who say there is, are miserable.

Let them be.

[nar0art]

Do we believe?