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jawsque

the bottom 2 were taken 3 minutes apart

#love love love #all babies

damthosefandoms

today (everyday) is loving damian wayne day. haters and dc writers do not interact

#yes #especially dc writers that are not gleason or tomasi

nightwingmyboi

I believe I read somewhere on your blog that you mostly read gen fic. I’ve been struggling to find good gen fic lately, especially since I tend to read only ships. Do you have any favorites to recommend?

Sure thing! Decided to make a list of random fics focusing on Dick’s relationships with his various family members. Hopefully some of these catch your guys fancy!

#thank you for the rec!#have a list of gen fic bc we all need some family smush #fic recs

nightwingmyboi

Do you have any fic recs where batfam has to comfort Dick?

I have a few fics where Dick is taken care of...in no particular order:

Soft nights by @unavenged-robin. 1/1 Finished. “You’ve been asleep for the past twelve hours" “And you got a little worried?”

(At the Very Least), I Can by @selkienight60. 1/1 Finished. “… something is wrong.”That was Bruce's voice, he would know it anywhere. OR, Dick Grayson + Full Body Paralysis.

Handle with Care by takadainmate. 1/1 Finished. Dick is sick. Alfred isn't around. Bruce and Damian do their best.

In the dark of night by @fanfictiongreenirises. 1/1 Finished. Bruce and Dick and a series of steps and leaps and jumps.

Post-Op by Batsymomma11. 1/1 Finished. Dick Grayson needed surgery. His family had to sit in the waiting room, just like everyone else. Bruce isn't worried. Not at all. Not. At. All.

Bite the Bullet by @bearly-writing. 1/1 Finished. "If they were in costume, this wouldn’t even be a workout – Jason could probably take the three of them down without breaking a sweat. But they aren’t in costume and they don’t have any of their gear and no amount of martial arts training is going to stop a bullet – not the way that Kevlar does."

spiderwebs and tangents by @fanfictiongreenirises. 1/1 Finished. Bruce walks into his room to find a crying heap in his bed.

The Jingle Jangle Morning by @audreycritter. 1/1 Finished. Dick’s first overnight field trip without Bruce doesn’t go as well as planned.

It Could Stay Simple (Just Stay This Little) by coconuticecream (staymonkey). 1/1 Finished. Maybe claiming legal guardianship over a child at 22, and so soon after becoming Batman, spread Bruce thinner than he'd realized. Maybe Bruce was less equipped to parent a third grader than he'd thought. Maybe Bruce should do more to invite Dick into his life. Maybe Bruce should hug Dick, or promise he'll do better by Dick, or tell Dick that he loves Dick more than he thought himself capable.

I realize now that a lot of these are Bruce and Dick rather than Batfam, but I’m in the mood for them rn lmao. Might add some more later with more of the fam...

#thanks for the rec! :)#reblogging for all your h/c!Dick needs #fic recs

Hi! I'm Pidge and I'm a writer from Ukraine and I recenly found your damijon fic, the "Skinship" one and it just,, really made my heart beat faster and I love it with my whole being,, As well as every other work in the series if I'm honest, but that one the most for some reason ;; And so I was wondering if I can translate it to russian and post the translated version on ao3 and ficbook (russian fanfiction arcive)? With credit and everything of course! (your messages are closed so I hope it's ok)

Hi! I’m really glad that you liked the fic so much you want to translate it! Please feel free to do so, and once it’s done if you send me a message with the link I’ll add it in the story’s notes :)

out-of-context-batfam

Shadow of The Batgirl

#cute art #dick&babs

writingwinterridge-deactivated2

Sometimes, writer’s block is just not allowing yourself to write poorly. Give yourself that freedom.

ren-c-leyn

This is very true, actually.

Back before I realized perfection was a one word lie, I always got so frustrated with myself and my writing when it wasn’t perfect, when every line wasn’t something magical and spectacular and it really hurt my writing and my passion.

Don’t do that to yourself. Just let the words be word, let the quiet, mundane sentences build up to the epic scenes; let yourself write a sloppy first and even second draft. But don’ beat yourself up for writing.

#this is very very true

I’ve realized I’ve never written about Barbara and Damian before, so I corrected myself. Have some whump from the DickBat Era.

Barbara doesn’t panic. Ever. It’s not her style. She usually doesn’t get angry either, not right away at least, because anger is not her way of dealing with things. But this is Dick, here in front of her, strapped down to a gurney, unconscious and almost blue and still oh so cold at the touch. And the damn kid is just. not. speaking.

“How long?”, she asks.

Damian ignores her, his face unreadable behind the domino mask. He's staring at an undefined spot above Dick's head like he's trying to pierce the wall with the power of his mind.

“Robin, look at me!”, Barbara snaps in her best Oracle voice, and if Dick were awake he would start singsonging something like oooh someone’s angry in that annoying, teasing voice she’s hated for years, because it’s one of the few things that actually manages to get under her skin when she’s under pressure. But Dick is not awake, that’s the whole point. So she’s free to get as angry as she likes.

Not that her anger's having much of an impact, anyway, since Damian does turn towards her, but he does it slowly, like she’s an inconvenience to be endured.

“Two hours”, he answers with the same aplomb, and Barbara never thought that one day she'd want to slap a child so badly she’d have to actually restrain herself, but she clutches the wheels of her chair tightly enough for her knuckles to go white, and she counts three heartbeats before speaking again.

“And it took you two hours to call for reinforcement? Two hours to push a goddamn button and get in contact with me, or Tim, or Alfred-”

“I called Brown”, Damian interrupts her, flat as pancake.

“What?”

“Brown. The current Batgirl”, Damian explains, like he’d really need to. “She didn’t answer.”

“Of course not”, Barbara snaps again. “She’s in Chicago this week.”

And Damian didn’t have to know that, because knowing that it’s not the point. The point is that he should’ve called her, and he should’ve done so the very moment Dick had been hit. Barbara pushes her glasses back up her nose and looks at the boy with the same intensity that Damian’s using to stare at the wall.

“Dick could’ve died, Damian”, she spells out, loud and clear. “Freeze’s gun could’ve killed him as easily as a bullet to the head, do you really not understand it? Do you care so little for him?”

“I called Brown”, Damian insists, with a little more strain in his voice, and Barbara gets the message all too well: I trust her. I don’t trust you. That only makes her even more ruthless.

“Stephanie is not your contact, I am. Alfred is. This is the protocol, and you should know it by now”, she says, not yelling, but letting her voice vibrating all the same. “If you don’t, then you don’t deserve that costume you’re wearing, and Dick was a fool to give it to you.”

She expects her anger to be countered by Damian’s less than pacific temperament when it comes to take criticism, but the kid doesn’t react, doesn’t insult her, doesn’t even try to defend himself.

He just stands there, watching the wall above Dick’s head like it would help anything.

Deflated, Barbara goes back to the monitors, to the steady heartbeat line and the rhythmic beeping of the machinery, which is all is left to fill the silence around them.

#damian wayne #barbara gordon #dick grayson #listen the dickbat era is still the best thing ever #i just think about it and cry because it was too short and i want it back #no offense Bruce you know i love you #but i just happen to love you sons a little more #shari writes

ladyloveandjustice

love that the ‘bat-computer’ refuses to acknowledge Stephanie’s time as Batgirl, and also rather than including a picture of something representative of Steph AS ROBIN or as a HERO like the boys get…we get…her making out with Tim.(And as the reboot version of Spoiler, who was never Robin and yes i’m still bitter and pedantic!)

also she didn’t ‘return to being spoiler’ she was fired and killed and then resurrected thanks to fan outcry don’t gloss over that because you want us all to forget i wont.

phantomchick

#me reading these and feeling nostalgic: ‘why’d i stop reading comics’ #looks at this #that’s why via ladyloveandjustice

is there a word for intensely relateable in a bad way?

#all of this tbh #steph was beautiful as batgirl #her run was one of the best thing pre-n52 #i'll fight for her

(Still based on DCeased&DCeased Unkillables. Spiritual sequel of this one because that's the mood, folks.)

Jason sees Damian in the Batman's costume for the first time.

“Don’t laugh”, Damian growls, and his voice is so much deeper than it used to be back when he was ten years old and he barely reached Jason’s chest, but it hasn't lost that particular brand of petulance that practically begs to be teased.

“I’m not laughing”, Jason lies, doing his best to keep a straight face.

Damian clicks his tongue and keeps studying the stack of paperwork in front of him in that elegantly indignant way of his.

“It’s just weird”, Jason continues after a moment, unsolicited. “You’ve got to give me that.”

“I don’t have to give you anything”, Damian answers. “My sympathy for your horrendous sense of humor least of all.”

“I didn’t say it was funny, I only said-”

“You were laughing”, Damian cuts him off, deadpan and matter-of-factly just like his dad used to be. That thought makes Jason bites the inside of his own cheek. He feels conflicted between the urge to laugh and this sadness that keeps eating at his insides.

“Maybe I was laughing a little bit”, he admits eventually. “But it’s just because it’s weird, you know, having a Batman who’s younger than me. Having a Superman who’s younger than me. I could’ve been the kindergarten teacher of half the Justice League right now. Let me laugh on it, otherwise my head will implode and you don’t want that.”

Another dismissive click of the tongue.

“That’s what you think.”

“That’s what I know, sweetheart.”

“I’m still an assassin”, Damian reminds him, almost affably. It used to be his favorite intimidation back in the days. Tim had probably heard that sentence too many times to count them.

#jason todd #damian wayne #DCeased #shari writes

dontotdraws

The first and the latest

#oooohhh so cute #dick&damian #cute art

(Based on DCeased&DCeased Unkillables, so be warned: this is just Jason, Cass and Damian crying. No plot, only sorrow)

It takes them almost three weeks to find and finally reach Damian, and when they do, when their eyes finally meet from one side of the room to the other, Jason feels this stupid, unexpected and overwhelming urge to start crying. He had not cried when he had to face the battered corpses of Bruce, Dick and Tim, he had not cried when he had to dug holes in the ground to bury them, he had not cried when he had to drag them like they were empty and broken things to get rid of, and he had perhaps felt a brief pinch in his nose when he had found himself standing in front of those makeshift graves, but crying he had not.

But now he’s looking at this kid that’s always been too similar to Bruce for his own good and Jason’s peace of mind, this kid who had owned a piece of Dick's heart for so long it had become almost impossible not to associate one with the other, this kid who’s the only one who can understand the complexity of Jason’s relationship with Tim, the only one who knows how you can hate and hurt the people you love so deeply that you can no longer tell what is one thing and what is the other. This kid that looks up at him and then at Cassandra and can’t hide his own tears.

So Jason lets Cass go first. He lets her run to their brother and watches them as they hug, and a spark of amusement hits him when he notices they’re almost the same height now. He can’t hear what they’re saying, the wet whispers hidden against necks and shoulders, the lullaby of pain and regrets that he’s been singing in his own head since the very first day this shit’s happened. He still moves towards them, even if he does it in slow steps, almost reluctantly, not because he doesn’t want to share his sorrow, but because he knows that the very moment he reaches them, something will change: there’s going to be an end, and after the end a new beginning.

Jason doesn’t know if he’s ready for that, and yet Damian’s sobs hurt his heart too bad not to push him forward - always forward - and he’s heard Cass crying before, every night for a whole month, even if she did her best to hide it, but he’s never held her, never had the courage, never felt like it was in his rights. But now they’re all here, and pretending that they’re not mourning is not going to work anymore, and eventually all this grief has to go somewhere, they need to put it one place, let it crystallize, so that one day, maybe, it will hurt them a little less.

He learns that, even if Damian’s not that little anymore, he can still circle them both with his arms, and it’s weird to feel Damian’s soft hair against his cheek, it’s weird to feel how incredibly solid Cassandra’s body is - what with her looking like a doll and all of that - and most of all it’s weird to realize that he’s never held any of them in his arms before, he’s never shared his affection like this, he's never shown them how much he loves them, just like he's never shown it to Bruce and Dick and Tim and Barbara and Roy and who knows how many others who will never be able to find out now.

He cups the back of Damian’s neck with his hand and pulls the kid closer to him. He wants to tell him that he took care of their family, that they’re all resting next to each other in their home - a place where he hopes none of them will ever be forced to return to - but he’s crying too hard now, the words feel like stones trapped in his throat, and he’s not sure Damian would be able to hear him anyway because he’s crying even harder than Jason is.

There are so many wrong things in all of this. If Jason would’ve had the chance to choose which member of his family he would be holding right now, Damian and Cassandra probably wouldn't be here. And he knows it’s the same for them. Damian would’ve killed to have Dick and Bruce here. Cass had always been closer to Tim and Barbara than any of them. But it's the three of them who survived, the three of them who, ironically, have all already died once, only to find themselves alive at the end of the world, alone, except for each other.

Jason falls on his knees, exhausted, and Cass and Damian fall down with him, crashing on him in a mess of limbs and tears and a half choked laugh that sounds like his own. Their weight makes his bruised ribs hurt, but he doesn’t care, not really, because the important thing is that they don’t let go, they stay close, and their grip on him feels like a promise for a future that, in spite of everything, will still come, a future that they will have to face together and, because of that, it now seems just a little less terrifying.

#jason todd #damian wayne #cassandra cain #it was just question of time tbh #can't resist to drama #also im in quarantine so im in the perfect mood for weepy fics #shari writes

eileenwdj

2020 vs 2017 (ft a small skit)

#cute art #love my dead batkids little club

oikawas

There isn’t much justice in this world. Perhaps that’s why it is so satisfying to occasionally make some. — Martian Manhunter

#this quotes always warm my heart #i love you diana

nac-nic-deactivated20201104

Jason with a tongue piercing :)

Rebel

nac-nic-deactivated20201104

Also that’s one of Bruce’s many turtlenecks that Jason is wearing

#im crying #cute art

Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow

or, the one where after a long, long time the Batman and The Red Hood meet on a rooftop.

(Also on AO3 bc this stuff is long)

He had known from the very start of this particular mission that there would be very little need of secrecy involved, but the years of training under Batman and the League had shaped the way his body moved in such a deep manner that it was just too unnatural not to try to blend in with the shadows around him. Instead than controlling that impulse, it would be easier to go in the opposite way and make himself known; he could do it too: after all the Red Hood has not a common sight in Blüdhaven for some years now, but he isn’t a secret either and criminals usually have a long memory.

He still finds himself hesitating. And it’s not because of the Batmobile approaching on the street just across from the building he’s currently on top, no. Batman knows he’s here, it’s a legitimate assumption that he’s always aware of the Red Hood’s movements. He finds that he doesn’t mind it that much. Before, when he was still a kid, that constant surveillance had bothered him like nothing else had, but in time he’d got used to it. Now their paths had been severed for too long for it to be a problem or even a nuisance anymore. It’s just a reminiscence of that what was once done out of love and is now done out of suspect, fear, maybe anger. He, himself, had stopped caring a long time ago, he just finds it sad that the old man could not let it go.

Several floors beneath him, in the yard outside the antique shop he's keeping his eye on, three masked men start moving the crates from the storehouse into the back of a black van. The man he's here for tonight hasn't shown up yet, but he isn’t surprised about that, Owain Dorsey had a reputation for being a hard one to locate, and as much as it pains him to admit it, hearing about this operation was more of a stroke of luck than the result of months of hard research. Luck was also a debatable term in this case, since he would have very gladly avoided coming back on the continent, let alone on this very city. Sure, Gotham would’ve been worse, but given the circumstances, not even that much so.

#damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #I know people are gonna yell at me for this one #but YOLO #future au #shari writes

ratspleens

What if you drew your fashionable demon child with the fashion icon of the batfamily, discowing himself?

Damian doesn’t think he’s that fashionable

#THAT'S CRINGE #LOL LOL LOL #cute art #dick&damian

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