Vampire Bat

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[vamp1reb4t]

ෆ Welcome to my blog! ෆ

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⋆𐙚 ̊. About me;

ෆ Hi! I'm Ash ෆ

ෆ Pronouns - He/Him ෆ

ෆ I write fics, and like drawings so this is a mix of the two ෆ

ෆ I take requests - please look under the cut to see my rules for requests ෆ

ෆ Master list ෆ

⋆𐙚 ̊. Fic's/Drabble request rules;

ꨄ Fandoms; DC (mostly), gravity falls (less so but yk, love some toxic old man yaoi so i may be inclined to some billford)

⋆𐙚 ̊. Basic rules;

ෆ Will do; X reader, Ships, headcannons, slice of life (personal fave), fluff, angst, romance, horror (within reason)

ෆ Will NOT do; smut (yes that does include kink/fetish stuff), any "pro-ships",

⋆𐙚 ̊. X reader rules

ෆ Will NOT do any reader x minor characters

ෆ Please specify the gender if you'd like a specific one otherwise it will be GN

ෆ Trans, enby, fem, and masc readers all welcome!

Top, and bottom banner (the one with brown bows, and photos; @florietas

Lace divider; @uzmacchiato

[hannrum]

More genderbend superbat because theyre so dear to me.

With the lyrics from "made in japan"

[blackbatofel]

Oh, yeah, this is funny... WAIT WHAT??? POSTED BY THE OFFICIAL BATMAN ACCOUNT???

[vamp1reb4t]

Small look into my new Jason fic; Death of the phone call

Summary; Bruce decides that after Dick’s injury its best that he is no longer robin - or any vigilante for that matter… which blows up in his face, and shatters his world. Now with his son gone, and hating him he mourns a boy that isn’t even dead, and adopts one that nearly might be if he spends any more time on the street… | No more robins AU

Snippet under the cut;

words; 1134

Jason is eight, but looks much younger due to malnutrition…

It’d been a whole year since the incident, Dick leaving shattered Bruce - he just wanted his son to be safe, and really, he should have never put him in danger in the first place… he knew the risks, he knew, and yet he still let Dick go out there. In that stupid bright uniform, and now his baby had left - flown the nest as Clark so eloquently put it.

He hated it. The way Dick had so easily replaced Bruce with Clark as his father figure - the whole “kryptonian myth” thing… it was awful. Clark knew damn well that Bruce didn’t want Dick out in the field anymore, and he STILL did that, and then had the audacity to call Bruce selfish, and a ‘mother hen’.

It didn’t matter now, he was out, on his own as was now the usual, and he was finally about to go home. the batmobile parked just around the corner as he jumped down into the alley he saw it - well, saw him. A small boy, no older looking than five - taking his tires? He was taking the bat mobile tires?!

Bruce let out a shaky laugh, it was so surreal, the whole scene of this tiny boy who looked so much like him - like his parents, he just… laughed. Bruce couldn’t help it, he smiled as his eyes began to sting and the boy finally turned to notice the huge shadow looming over him.

“I- erm… I” the boy mumbled, sounding horse like he hadn’t drunk water (or anything for that matter) in days, he tried to hit batman with a tire iron. The kid actually tried to hit the batman with a tire iron, and Bruce couldn’t help but laugh again, it was so strange. He just opted to pick the boy up, and take the tire iron off of him, now boy in one arm, tire iron in the other he finally composed himself,

“Where are your parents?”

“Gone”

“Gone?”

“Dads in jail, and ma is gone… she” his voice hitched, “she’s d- she’s gone” he murmured, tears prickling in his eyes, threatening to fall…

“Ok,” Bruce murmured, placing the tire iron on the cars roof he opened the door to the passenger seat, and place the young child inside, “stay here while I put the tires back” he said, voice level, and the child did.

Bruce explained he would allow the kid to stay with him, as he had a ‘friend’ who could help - had a foster licence, and had already fostered one kid before, he knew what he was doing and was a good man. Jason seemed sceptical, but agreed knowing damn well he could snag a meal or two, nick some stuff and run.

Once at the Batcave, Bruce called Alfred over to check over the boy as he removed his cowl, revealing the man behind the mask and Jason just gasped - unsure of what to do, he knew batman’s identity now…

“Hello, Jason, I’m Bruce” he re-introduced himself as if he hadn’t done so in a bat costume just twenty minutes prior, “I’ll be taking care of you if that’s alright, I figured you would be more comfortable knowing who I was, leverage if you will - I wouldn’t ever hurt you, but I know sometimes having someone’s word isn’t enough, especially where you are from,” Bruce explained and Jason just sat in awe… unsure of what exactly to do as some random old man patched up the grazes on his knees and the scuffs and cuts on his arms, and face.

“There, I shall go run a bath for the young master, and set up a temporary room for the night,” Alfred said, “just until we can get proper accommodations in order” he added seeing Jason tense at the whole idea of this being for only the night,

“that’s Alfred, he is like my father, but he insists on being the butler - we indulge him, it stops him from hunting Wayland in the sewers for sport…”

“Wayland?” Jason raised an eyebrow, as he followed Bruce up the stairs

“Killer croc,” Bruce clarified, forgetting that its not common knowledge to just know the villain’s names,

“Oh”

Bruce stood outside the door as Jason bathed, handing him some of Dick’s old clothes through a small opening once he was finished towel drying and then Bruce carefully spent his time blow drying Jason's curls  and putting on some of his product - Alfred gets him many thing to preserve his curls, the man says his hair helps preserve his mother’s memory, and Bruce just allows it  - he knows Alfred sees the elder Wayne’s in Bruce, of course he would, and Bruce accepted that wanting to preserve as much of his parents as possible.

“All done”

“Ok, thank you Mr. Wayne”

“Jason, you can call me Bruce, or Dickie calls me B - unless he’s mad then its Bruce, but you can call me whatever you like,” Bruce’s voice was soft, which made Jason instantly untense his shoulders, as if he was melting to the words,

“Ok… thank you Mr- Ah, Bruce” he corrects himself, fiddling with his hands as Bruce looks down at him with a soft smile,

“Alright, let’s go get some supper, and then off to bed, yeah?”

“Ok…” Jason tries not to sound too hopeful - he’d not had supper since he was about five… he missed it, he loved having a small supper after dinner his dad used to buy a small discounted cake or some other treat for him and his mama… it was nice.

“C’mon, Alfie should have made something,” Bruce extended his hand out,

Jason’s voice was small as he offered another quick, “Ok” giving him a small smile, latching his own hand onto Bruce’s. The two make their way down the stairs and over to the breakfast nook, with Bruce picking up Jason, and putting him up on the stool.

“Thank you, Mr- Bruce, sorry I forgot again,” Jason said, fiddling with his hands, and looking down at them. Bruce just gives him another soft smile before making two cups of cocoa.

“Alfred should be making up your room, just a guest one for the night, of course, if you do want to stay… we wont force you, but if you do, we can get some things for a proper room - whatever you want, kiddo”

Jason hums, a small smile on his face, not looking up but just staring just looking down at the mug Bruce pushes over to him. The two, drink cocoa, eat some small snacks and finally Alfred shows Jason to a room after Bruce tells the boy which room was his, and that he could find Bruce at any point.

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ෆ My Fic/Drabble Master list - by character under the cut ෆ

ෆ My A03; Vampire_Batsy | Archive of Our Own

ෆ I take requests on my profile ෆ

⋆𐙚 ̊. Bruce Wayne;

ෆ Dating head cannons | Fluff/general head cannons

ෆ Fic snippet

⋆𐙚 ̊. Clark Kent;

ෆ WIP

⋆𐙚 ̊. Jason Todd;

ෆ Fic snippet

⋆𐙚 ̊. Lex Luthor;

ෆ WIP

⋆𐙚 ̊. Other;

ෆ WIP

[vamp1reb4t]

୨ৎ ♱ Bruce Wayne Dating Head Cannons ♱ ୨ৎ

୨ৎ Big on affection - he can't really express himself with words so he just opts to cuddle whenever he can.

| His hands will find your waist at gala's, he'll pull you onto his lap and rest his head in the crook of your neck, you'll find him pulling you close after his patrol... etc. He loves you, and this is just how he can show it without having to verbalise anything

୨ৎ Bruce is rich. Like rich rich, and obviously that now means you are rich rich as well - married or dating everything he has is also yours.

| he loves you, and if you so much as look at something he'll buy it in ATLEAST three colours - he needs to make sure it goes with every outfit

| You now own pretty much the entirety of Vivian Westwood's jewelry collection(s) - he buys you it in both silver, and gold just incase you decide to change which one you prefer that day

୨ৎ His kids are his No. 1 priority, but he knows that they're your too

| You love his kids, and they have all grown to love you too.

| some took longer than other to warm up (Damian especially as he really couldn't grasp the idea of Bruce ever loving anyone that wasn't Talia), but you understood - you always do, and that's what Bruce fell in love with

| the kids all refer to you as their parent

| Ma/Mum/Mama/Umm if your fem

| Pa/Papa/dad/baba if your masc

| Bruce loves his kids, and he absolutly loves that you love the kids - it doesnt take long for him to start saying "our kids"

୨ৎ Bruce has a secret love for nature documentaries

| You, Bruce, and Damian all watch David Attembourgh documentaries together - occasionally joined by the others (usually Cass)

୨ৎ Cass, Steph, and Babs all invite you to girls night - no it doesn't matter whether your a girl or not (if not then you are for the night - honorary girl)

| Bruce gets a little jealous that they invite you, but have never invited him, ESPECIALLY if your not fem - he cant understand why you're the honorary girl but he cant be...

| Cass does Bruce's nails black the night before or after to make it up to him as a dad/daughter thing

[vamp1reb4t]

Sneak Peak at my newest Fic;

─ ⋅ Kryptonite Covered Kisses

Summary; Jor-El survives the fall of Krypton, his ship crashing down on earth with his son Kal-El… now he has to navigate being a ‘human’ and a father all while searching endlessly for his young niece Kara Zor-El and deal with the loss of both his family, and his home. Luckily, the Kents seem to be very nice, and help the man both raise Kal, and search for Kara.

─ ⋅ Prologue under the cut

─ ⋅ My A03; HERE

─ ⋅ THE FIC; HERE

⋅ ─ Prologue; Lost, and found

Summary; The Kent-El family find Kara with the help of Lex… | Kal is still named Clark, and Jor-El is named Jordon (with ‘Jor’ as a ‘nickname’) / ‘Dad’ is Jor, ‘Pa’ is Jonathan, and obviously ‘Ma’ is Martha

| June 21st, 2011

Clark woke up early that morning - his pa had found a strange opening in the forest the night before, and had made everyone go back in the house saying they’d investigate in the morning. Clark was worried his dad had gotten his hopes up in finding Kara - his cousin who should have also crashed onto earth almost twenty years ago…

Jor-El was draped over Jonathan as the man cooked breakfast, peppering kisses to his face along with thanking him for finding something, because even if it wasn’t Kara, he was glad they hadn’t given up on his search. Martha watched her partners with a warm smile as she flicked on the kettle, setting up to make coffee for herself, and Jon while Clark, and Jor had some tea. Since coffee didn’t affect the kryptonians they only went off taste, and both had a strong dislike for the bitterness of the drink, seeing absolutely no benefits making them gravitate (sometimes literally) towards tea.

Clark finally came down stairs, hair still slightly damp from his shower, with a flannel half on as he quickly put his other arm through and shrugged his shoulders to allow the material to drape over his frame. He had messaged Lex just before his shower, informing the other man that they were off to investigate the sight, and that if Lex was to join, he needed to hurry up.

Lex had a complicated past which followed him around daily, Jon at first had a bad feeling about a Luthor being so close to his son, especially with Lex’s history in the tabloids, but the man had eventually convinced Jon that he was harmless - specifically when he came over for Christmas a few years prior… Lex unintentionally reassured Jon that everything was fine, because really that boy was a wreak in real. Nothing like the papers, and nowhere near as confident when in a more intimate setting than he was at parties or with business men - especially it seemed during the holidays.

Lex soon arrived at the Kent farm, smiling as he greeted the family and the group set off almost instantly after Lex’s arrival - nobody wanting to waste any more day light than what was necessary.

The sight was overgrown, and full of mud - luckily the group (besides lex) lived on a farm (and Lex visited enough to practically live there), so there wasn’t all that much of an issue with that. They made their way over to the long stretch of burnt-out grass, that had seemingly just never been able to re grow - even after years… which was a good sign for Jor-El but not so much for the forest.

The group followed the path down to find a small bump in the path almost as if something was buried there, and that is when Jor-El really started to pray - begging Rao for it to be his niece, and for her to be safe.

Both Jor and Clark dug up the mound without so much as a sweat as the more human members of the group looked on in awe at how incredible the father-son duo was.

The ground was practically lifted, and revealed a small pod-like shape, face down, similar to the one the Kents found that night almost twenty years ago… both the kryptonians gasped.