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Some goon: *hurts red hood in a fight*
Batman, swooping in: you monster. You should know better than to hurt a child in my city.
Goon: uhh that’s a fully grown man?
Batman: A child. A baby boy. Thats… somebody’s son. Probably.
Jason: oh my god dad you’re so fucking embarrassing
#batfam shitpost#batman#bruce wayne#jason todd#red hood#bruce wayne is a good father#protective bruce wayne#batfamily
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every single Robin ever: does Bruce even really like me? am I just a sidekick to him?
Bruce in Lucius Fox’s office for the seventeenth time that week: where the hell are the kid-sized Kevlar capes Lucius? I gave you those designs six hours ago why don’t I have capes—
#bruce wayne#batman#dc#batfamily#thoughts#he’s an annoying Karen but#Lucius gets it#so he lets it slide#wayne enterprises#Robin#robins#good dad bruce wayne#Bamf Bruce wayne#protective Bruce Wayne
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I just think that the first time Damian and Bruce meet, like, properly, -- as in, Damian finds Talia's shrine for Bruce, thus demanding to meet him, --it should go kind of like this:
Damian, stance diplomatic, " Father. I must say, while your strength lives up to mother's praise, grandfather was right. Your softness promises ruin."
Bruce meets this child, -- his child's fierce steel look with wet eyes. After a while, he picks Damian up. He trashes. Hisses . Every touch is a battle, after all.
Bruce planting kisses all over his face freezes him. He melts in his father's arms soon after. "Baba."
"Hn."
" Beloved, now that you've officially met, I'd love to talk about our wedding. After all, Damian needs both of us--"
" You see him on Mondays. Get out."
Talia gives Damian a kiss of her own, albeit hurried, " Yes, of course. I'll return!"
Meanwhile? Ra's is looking all over for Damian. "Have you seen my nephew anywhere? Usually, he doesn't run from punishments..."
"I believe Ms. Al Ghul took him to Gotham, sir."
Ra's entire face falls. " We have to go."
" Wha-"
Several swords in his arms. Trying to pour Lazarus water is recycled water bottles. " WE HAVE. TO. GO."
#bruce wayne#dc#batman#batdad#talia al ghul#damian wayne#text#text post#battinson#protective bruce wayne#bruce is a twisted mf when he wants to be he'll trap ras in a maze in his own house and hunt him down for a week
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I fucking adore their dynamic 🩷
#robin#batfamily#batman#tim drake#red robin#dc robin#timdrakequotes#Tim Drake strikes again#why does Tim have a loaf of bread?#boy wonder#batman comics#bruce wayne#bruce wayne :)#bruce wayne is a good dad#baby Tim is my life#batfam#batman 147#tim drake needs sleep#they are father and son#family#protective bruce wayne#dc characters#dc batman#Tim drakes Robin#red robin (tim drake)#Tim is baby#bruce and tim#father and son#i could stare at this for hours omggg#damn imma cry about this
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You Didn't Save me (I begged You Not To)
Lex Luthor is not a good man.
He is a literal supervillain, he's also more than aware of the consent issues of what he did when he created Connor.
Yet he is surprised by how furious Superman is making him.
Not that he isn't always angry with Superman but before it wasn't quite so personal.
It was a bigger issue what Superman stood for what he was but right now he's not picking the fight with Superman but with Clark Kent.
He has spent as much time as possible studying everything about kryptonian's from their weakness to their language.
Essentially, Superman should keep better track of his belongings.
Kon-El means abomination.
Lionel Luthor was never a kind man he knows exactly why he is who he is today. He still has slight scars from his fathers belt. Cruel words that years after his father's death, will still haunt his memories.
When he was younger he was friends with Bruce Wayne before being a Villain was his priority.
He remembers hiding at Wayne Manor a feeling of safety he had never felt before.
He's also more than aware that his old friend is running around as a Bat.
Bruce Wayne even as a child always stood for hope was always ready to change the world to stand for something better.
That's is why years later Lex Luthor is knocking on a door that he's not hundred percent sure he won't be turned away from.
Yet Kon-El means abomination.
"Mr. Luthor I was unaware Master Bruce was expecting you?"
Alfred looks older than Lex remembers for some reason the man always seemed above aging untouchable even by time.
"He's not, I need to speak with him please it's urgent."
He is a Luthor begging is below him, but right now he feels fourteen again, with the belief that the people within Wayne Manor can fix anything.
"Of course. Master Bruce is in his study, I will lead you please follow me Mr. Luthor."
He doesn't bring up how he knows the way. That he once ran chasing after Bruce hiding in that very study. That they had broken Vase playing like little boys did. He doesn't bring up crying, terrified that Alfred had promised him no harm should come to him in these halls.
He doesn't correct how he used to be Master Lex. He lost that privilege long ago.
It's been a very long time since he has laid eyes on Bruce Wayne he's seen the tabloids, even a passing glance at a gala but for some reason he didn't picture slight gray hair, a dark black suit, he imagined a Gotham Academy Uniform or a Nirvana Shirt that Lex always wanted to steel but never quite worked up the courage.
He doesn't even hear Alfred's depart he can't tear his eyes away from Bruce.
His throat is dry like all the moisture has somehow left since he walked through the doors.
He is Lex Luthor but right now he doesn't remember what that means.
"Kon-El means abomination did you know that?"
His voice weak. Bruce's face doesn't change, blank.
" I am not my Father. I don't know what to do but I refuse for my child to think he isn't loved by at least one of his parents."
He breathes.
"All those year ago, you told me that you would help that all I had to do was ask, I was an idiot, it's too late for me but not for him."
Bruce's voice startles him he hasn't realized how deep in his own mind he had sank.
"All you had to do was ask."
Bruce's face painted in the same smirk as if they were eighteen again smoking on the manors roof.
Lex Luthor is not a good person, but for Connor Luthor he will try he will rebuild bridges, bend his pride he will beg on his knees.
He never unstood how a parent should be or what it really meant to wake up everyday and have your whole being dedicated to loving and protecting something.
As he watches the rise and fall of his child's chest wrapped in the arms of the third Robin safe in his penthouse behind security straight from Wayne Entirpries and he doesn't regret it.
He know's he would do it all over again and when next Sunday comes and he gets a invite to brunch that he never throught he would see again he knows it was all for the better.
#kon el#lex luthor#protective bruce wayne#good Lex Luthor#Bruce Wayne saves the day#good parent everyone#this is also on a03#tim drake#batfamily#sucky Clark Kent#Tim loves Kon#fuck Lionel Luthor#jason todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#bruce wayne
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selkie jason au my beloved
hhfhhngng the idea of jason wearing his cute still babysized selkie coat as a cape while he's red hood...
the bats being furious for him wearing it, still not realising he's jason. they just think this pyscho is parading around in their dead family members skin 💀💀
Oooooo that’s a good idea!
I mean Jason would never just wear it around his throat or anywhere it could get damaged/stolen while he’s Red Hood. But I can totally see him getting a custom imitation of it (while safely wearing his real sealskin as an undershirt for his armor) and parading it around. Maybe even setting one edge of it on fire right in front of Batman during one memorable encounter.
(The subsequent near-death experience via enraged Bat was well worth it in Jason’s humble opinion) 🦭
#Selkie au#selkie Jason todd#jason todd#Selkie#batfamily#batfam#bruce wayne#batdad#protective Bruce Wayne#pre identity reveal#under the red hood
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borderline
Author: TheResurrectionist
Fandom: Batman
Summary: A mysterious force connects the Batfamily's minds together.
Readers Notes: This fic is going to live with me forever. I’m going to be sitting in a lecture hall thinking about this fic. I’m going to be at the grocery store, thinking about this fic. It’s going to be with me when I die.
Mind meld is not a trope I usually reach for when I’m looking for something to read. It’s a difficult trope to do well, and with this cast of characters it needs to be handled delicately. However, this fic has amazing characterization, wonderful writing, and is surprisingly feel-good. DC could stand to learn something from TheResurrectionist.
TDLR; this fic has me gnawing and rattling at the bars of my cage, go read it!
Rating: Not Rated
Warning: Creator Chose not to Warn
Words: 67,853
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain
Additional tags: Mind Meld, Mental Link, Sentient Gotham City, Cryptid Batfamily, Dark Batfamily, POV Bruce Wayne, Protective Bruce Wayne, Implied/Referenced Past Rape/Non-Con
#Batfam fic rec#Batman fic rec#Batfam#Batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#mental link#psychic bond#sentient gotham city#protective bruce wayne#words: 60k#fic#complete#ficrec
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Kori doesn't mind loving a Daddy's Boy
@bruciemilf, this is for you moonpie!!!
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Jason had relationships… not good or lasting ones, but they were relationships nonetheless.
Some lasted a few weeks or a whole summer, others lasted as long as Damian's patience when Tim ate his falafel.
But as I said. They were relationships. Full stop.
Then, when he starts to have feelings for Kori… it's relatively strange and familiar.
Jason meets Kori for a number of reasons. One of them, ironically, was that she was his older brother's ex. He learns that the two ended on good terms, and that Dick is quite fond of the girl. So there's no awkwardness on that side. He actually met Kori after a bunch of missions and quite casual encounters around the city in his civilian life.
As he said, he was familiar with Kori as a whole, both in his hero life and in his regular civilian life. Sure, Kori stood out quite a bit compared to him, but he still blended in well enough considering how many metahumans and aliens were now freely out on the streets living their respective lives. So, that wasn't the strange thing.
He'd have no problem breaking a nose or two anyway if they dared to say anything to Kori because of her outward appearance. Nope, his hands were already dirty from carrying the last stray mutt Damian adopted, he had no problem wiping his hands on the face of a close-minded son of a bitch.
That wasn't what was strange.
The strange thing was, in a way, that Jason had never before shown anyone (at least outside the family) that he was a daddy's boy. And no "Yeah, me and my old man have a good connection" nope.
Jason doesn't mince words in admitting that he's a TOTAL daddy's boy.
Sure, they have their differences, the occasional death threat, another punch in the face, and several tyre thefts… but he's still his dad. And best of all, Bruce still looks at him with all the fatherly love in the world.
Yes, they can yell at each other, but at the end of the day Jason will return with a pot of his favorite ice cream, to see how his dad has made him homemade orange biscuits and the two share both foods while having a sleepover on the big master bed in his dad's room.
Jason loves spending time with Bruce, as much as the newly revived Jason Todd-Wayne, as Redhood.
Obviously, Jason has more opportunity to be relatively or actively more affectionate than Redhood. Redhood is a bloodthirsty villain who came back from the dead and doesn't hesitate to chop off heads for the sins of the aggressors. If it weren't for the fact that he has a panic about anything to do with card games and anything to do with casinos, he would have been nicknamed the King of Hearts, as Kori jokes with him from time to time.
But, after a long mission, he can't be bothered to desperately search for his father in the wreckage of the disaster of the day.
He does that all the time.
But this time.
This time was completly different.
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Kori doesn't remember much of what happened after the explosion.
Well, because there should never have been an explosion in the first place.
The mission was going great, not to mention all the villains downed. The information from the space base was safe, several henchmen were being held by the heroes and many others were trapped to be taken to their respective cells.
Well, all well and good, although they were still struggling with the few resistance fighters, nothing they couldn't control. She could see, out of the corner of her eyes, how Jason had Roy's back and vice versa, she was busy also on her part trying to bring down all those who were actively attacking her.
It was just like the cowboy movies that Roy forced Jason to watch from time to time or like those period movies that Jason watched obsessively.
The good guys were winning, and by the end of the day, that was what mattered most.
If it wasn't for hearing Superman's scream.... well, no one would have guessed. Even Flash had his difficulties escaping with as many heroes as he could get his hands on.
An explosion.
Big one. Brilliant. If it wasn't for that flash of light nearly blinding her during her escape process, she would have said it was one of the most magnificent things she'd ever witnessed.
People sometimes forget a small detail when they are in space.
Explosions need oxygen, they need air in order to expand and be fatally damaging. In space, where the most precious resource is oxygen... generating an explosion looks completely different.
It expands like a wave, a gigantic mushroom that takes out everything around it... but when it stops consuming oxygen, it moves like a wave of abrasive water seeking to consume everything it can until it is extinguished.
Tragically beautiful. Preciously lethal.
Jason had been pushed in time by Roy and a few fallen villains into one of the large travel tubes. Making them move somewhere in the world away from the blast. She'd made a giant protective bubble so she could at least protect herself from the damage of the blast; whether there were any cronies or villains with her didn't matter at that point.
She could see how Flash and Superman, using as much speed as they could, took out as many as they could. Those who could get to the had went that way, those who flew out took what they could.
What kind of madman was doing that? Probably a desperate villain, who knows.
But the damage was done.
She does what she can, moves the debris so she can clear the debris clogging the travel tubes, moves the broken glass.
It's all over. They had won anyway, those who perished would be honoured... now they had to see what damage remained. They had to see what could be done with what was left.
First she had to see Jason, Roy.
She had to see if Dick was all right, if Raven managed to get her friends out.
She had to make sure her loved ones were safe, or at least minimally damaged.
She sees that everyone is okay, and her soul returns to her body.
She sees that Jason is carrying Roy, who probably got hit during the escape, and her heart returns to her.
And she calms down a bit.
Until she doesn't notice the typical black cape billowing around.
There's no Batman.
And it breaks her heart to see her boyfriend's despair.
Because Jason notices it when he makes sure she's safe and well. After she tends to Roy's wounds and gives him a good check up.
She notices how her boyfriend's eyes widen in panic, his breathing quickens, how he runs and climbs all over the place looking for his father.
She does what she can to help him, you know?
She carries him to the top of the rubble, she helps him carry the fallen pieces of metal, she climbs with him when they notice a hole.
Both of them, but mostly Jason, open fallen doors, clean up the piles, search the emergency escape pods and search, to Jason's terror, among the fallen found in the rubble.
Kori does what she can. Because she loves Jason.
And for that very reason, she searches harder for Batman.
She doesn't care if her uniform gets torn, she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty or carrying Jason all over the place in search of her father.
Because Jason doesn't mind giving all that and more.
Because Jason doesn't mind having his fingernails and fingers shredded from digging with his own bare hands, he doesn't mind taking off his mask and letting others see his anguished face, he doesn't mind that his arms now have wounds from broken glass and leaking pipes.
If Jason doesn't mind, neither does she. She will catch her suffering, her tiredness and her pain so that she can transform it into determination. Jason need it her, so she would help.
Because she knows Jason would do the same, and even more, for her.
She would only repay him with what he would do.
So he sets to work.
They keep searching, along with another group of heroes searching for their missing loved ones.
They keep searching, relentlessly, until they hear Jason's name.
Not the code name, not his heroic pseudonym, not his vigilante nicknames.
The name of her boyfriend.
They both turn, hopeful, and she doesn't hesitate to carry Jason and fly with him at full speed in the direction of the desperate screams. Screams that came from a very familiar voice.
Batman was alive.
Batman was alive, with a large bandage improvized on his right arm, being carried by one of the Green Lanterns.
Batman, no that was Bruce, desperately searching for Jason.
Bruce/Batman, who jumped out of the Green Lantern's arms and ran through the rubble looking to get to his son faster.
Jason, who was also being carried by her, who almost threw himself out of her arms to get to his father.
And she doesn't care.
It doesn't bother her that Jason threw himself when they were several feet off the ground or that Bruce probably ended up breaking his arm when he did the same.
She can only feel a heartbreaking relief that broke her boyfriend's worries.
More calmly and happily, she watched everything from a safe distance.
She watched as her boyfriend searched for more wounds from his father, who only felt around his son's body doing the same.
She watched with relief as Jason sobbed with happiness that his old father wasn't dead, hiding under the rubble or sailing through space indefinitely.
He watched as Bruce wept with relief that Jason had actually made it into one of those tubes and didn't have to suffer the impact first hand.
She didn't mind, she didn't mind being a mere observer of that wonderful spectacle of parental love. It was wonderful and beautiful in equal measure.
She loved watching the two of them look to each other to see that the other was well. She longed for that at times, to have the same with her own parents and siblings. So, inside her, she was happy to note that Jason had that with his father and that, within their relationship, he didn't have to hide that part of him.
She deeply appreciated how Jason was open with the emotions he felt about Bruce, even if they both had their bad phases. She loved when Bruce sought her out, to check in with Jason and ask if she could take care of him when the two of them were fighting about something.
That love was so pure, so beautiful, so perfect.
Who was she to be jealous, to discredit all that love they had for each other?
She was nobody, so she just encouraged it.
Because she loved that Jason adored everyone he loved with every cell in his body, loved how he made small, highly romantic details ar their dates.
Loved when he went to his dad's for courage or to hang out. She loved when the two of them would argue and find a way to apologize to each other; because at the end of the day they both still loved each other.
She loved that Bruce accepted her to be with his son, and that he respected them.
She loved how Jason had given her the privilege of knowing that part of him that he loves with passion, with care, with protection. Without fear, without fear, without fear, without censure.
So, when she notices that all the exhaustion now falls on her boyfriend's shoulders, what she does is call Superman, so that he can carry Bruce, while she carries Jason to a safe area so they can both rest.
She sets up an extra bed next to Jason's cot, because that's Bruce's designated spot. And she'll happily find a cate for another spot.
She will be Jason's girlfriend, but she knows that in those moments Jason needs his father and his father needs him.
So, when the next day she sees Jason, hugging his father to near crushing point, still in their respective shredded hero uniforms... she just takes their picture, leaves them alone and comes back to wake them both up with their favourite cups of coffee.
Happy to know that her boyfriend and his father are safe. And together.
#jaykori#koriand'r#kori#starfire#Jason Todd#red hood#batman#bruce wayne#jason loves his father#jason is a daddy's boy#bruce adores his baby jay#kori loves jason#DC comics#dc#jason adores kori#protective jason todd#protective bruce wayne#batdad
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Summary:
Bruce wakes up with a gasp, his throat clicking loudly in the silence of his room as his throat opens and closes around...well, nothing really. The only thing that is maybe in the way is his spit, which his throat is desperately trying to decide whether to swallow down or not swallow down.
The billionaire manages to calm himself down from the panicked feelings he suddenly felt, desperately trying to ignore them as he angrily wipes at his sweaty forehead. Bruce has been feeling anxious lately and it's annoying him, he can't freaking concentrate on his work and family when all his mind is focused on doing is screaming at him in fear that something is wrong, but what?
(If anyone here stops by to read my story on AO3, you are much appreciated! You darlings stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)
#dc comics#dc universe#dcu#injustice gods among us#injustice au#injustice superman#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#clark kent#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#kate kane#bruce loves his kids#bruce wayne is a good dad#protective bruce wayne#protective alfred pennyworth#protective jason todd#whump#angst#angst fic#hurt bruce wayne#hurt#hurt/comfort#hurt/no comfort#tw assault#tw violence#tw abuse#tw noncon
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Unmasked: Chapter 1: First encounter
Summary: Meet the Batman.
Story type: Series
Pairings: protective!Battinson x OC
A/N: All comments/asks(even the negative ones) are welcome. <3
P.S. No spoilers of The Batman.
Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+
Entering the cozy big living room Bruce sat himself on the leather couch waiting for his morning coffee to be served. Well, technically, his afternoon coffee… It was just begging to get darker outside. Still it felt like morning to him as he was just waking up.
A minute or so later Alfred walked in the room with a tray in his hand and put it on the table in front of Bruce.
‘There you go’ the older man smiled. ‘Would you like a snack? Y/N prepared some pancakes before she left. And they are more than delicious if I might add.’
‘Maybe later. Where did she go?’ Bruce asked evenly. Showing lack of interest in her was his main goal lately.
‘She wanted to look around town’
‘Alone?’
‘Yes, she said she wanted to walk. I offered to drive her. Or let her borrow the driver. She refused’
Bruce frowned.
‘I see’ was all he said.
An hour later Bruce found himself on top of a building in the business center of the city. It was getting darker and darker. Although the falling night seemed exceptionally peaceful, suspiciously so, Bruce felt restless and nervous. That’s why he’d checked Y/N phone he’d hacked in when she first arrived. One might say that was creepily obsessive. And probably they’d be right but Bruce liked to be prepared at all times. He didn’t trust anyone but Alfred.
Gotham was no safe city and it definitely wasn’t a place for an attractive woman to roam around it. Especially at night.
Not that he in particular considered her that attractive. She wasn’t. But there were creeps who assaulted women for less.
So there he was: on top of a building not that far from Wayne Enterprises. Hidden by the slowly spreading cloak of the night, he was watching her. He wanted to make sure she’d get home safe. He used binoculars to get a better view of her. She had sat in a restaurant, apparently for a meal.
God. What was she wearing? This dress was way too short and way too tight. A lot of people might consider it an invitation. A lot of people might not even ask but take instead. That was no dress for Gotham. Not after dark.
Bruce felt a lump in his throat at the thought of someone touching her. And anger. He felt a lot of anger.
Y/N’s POV:
Your day in the center was pretty enjoyable. You looked around, saw cool buildings, you visited a gallery, you even passed by Haly’s circus which you found fascinating. Gotham was big indeed. At the end, feeling kind of tired, you’d decided to have dinner at a nice restaurant before you headed home. You were happy to report that it was delicious.
One might wonder if the fact that you were alone bothered you. There were people in this world that wouldn’t eat in a public place alone for the life of them but you found it peaceful. For a moment you were enjoying your own thoughts. Not that you had that many thoughts. Lately, it was just one if you had to be honest: Bruce Wayne.
You sighed and looked down in your phone to check the time while you were walking down the street, trying to find your way towards the manor. You’d refused the ride Alfred had offered earlier. But the more you were walking, the more you were contemplating your choice. Why did you ever decide it was a good idea? It was an unknown city for you and it was enormous. It definitely looked different in the dark. Starting to feel a little nervous, you kept telling yourself that everything was ok and you were just a little paranoid but you couldn’t shrug off the feeling that somebody was watching you.
You took a turn down the street, feeling positive that was the right way home but you found yourself in an empty dark alley. You walked further into the darkness, hoping that eventually you’d walk out on a bigger and hopefully brighter street. Unfortunately, such couldn’t be seen anywhere.
You picked up your pace, feeling your pulse quickening and your mind going in all kinds of directions. The heavy steps you heard behind you out of nowhere didn’t exactly ease the situation.
You stopped for a moment looking around. Was there really someone behind you? Was someone following you or was it really only your paranoia? You couldn’t decide.
You took a few deep breaths, gazing into the dark alley. Just as you thought it was your imagination and nothing else, a slight movement from the right side caught your eye.
‘Hello?’ you dared say.
The steps got heavier and heavier until a slender tall figure appeared before you. A man. You couldn’t exactly make out his features as the only light was coming from the barely blinking street lamp but you could tell he had long dirty hair and ragged clothes.
‘Hello, doll’ he said, a crazy smile appearing on his face revealing his yellow teeth. ‘What a nice surprise’
‘I – I’m sorry, Sir. I’ve seem to have gotten lost’ you stuttered.
‘Mmm… and I think that’s the right place. Do you like having fun? I can show you pretty good time’
Chills went down your spine as he stepped closer. You instinctively took a step back.
‘You smell so nice. I can smell you from here’ he inhaled deeply. ‘Mmm, can’t wait to see what you’re hiding underneath that little dress of yours’
You could feel your heartbeat thumping in your ears as you continued stepping back trying to get as far away from the guy as possible. Step. One more.
You attempted another one expecting to feel emptiness behind you but your back hit something rock hard instead. Probably a wall, you thought. It took you a few seconds to realize that the wall was moving up and down. Wait! The wall was breathing?
As the realization hit you, afraid to turn around and look, you panicked even more. So there were two of them. You were trapped.
You expected for the man’s grin to grow bigger, he could have you now, he could have his way. God knows what they were going to do to you. Instead his wicked smile was replaced by expression of an utter terror.
‘No…’ he whispered. In a less than a moment all you could see was his back as he ran. As fast as he could.
You were quite shocked. What had just happened? You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. You were trying to avoid turning around for as long as possible. Who knows what was lurking in the shadows behind you? If that creep was afraid of it, maybe you should be too.
‘These streets are no place for a lady’ the person whispered, you could feel their breath on your ear. The chills for some unknown reason were replaced by a shiver.
You finally mustered the courage to turn around. There was another man but he was nothing like the first one. He was huge: tall and muscular, dressed in some sort of a special suit. He had a mask on his face. On half of it anyway. The only thing that you could see was his powerful jaw and his eyes. You could quite make out the color in the darkness though.
This had to be the Batman. You’ve caught a glimpse of Batman stories in the newspaper.
He was magnificent.
‘Thank you’ was the only thing you could say.
Finally you were able to relax a little. All the panic and fear from a few seconds ago were gone and weird exhaustion came to their place. You needed a moment. You slowly moved to the wall of the near building and rested your back on it. Closing your eyes you breathed in and out for a couple of seconds.
‘You shouldn’t be alone when it’s dark outside’ the Batman repeated, his deep voice ringing in your ears. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was angry. You looked up to find him right in front of you again. Jesus. That man was moving like a fucking ninja. ‘Dressed like that no less’
He looked you up and down and then locked his eyes on yours. You felt exposed under his intense gaze as a strange warmness formed in your belly.
Bruce’s POV:
‘I just took a wrong turn. I’m new in town’ Y/N whispered.
‘You picked the wrong dress’ he said through gritted teeth. Maybe he was a little bit out of character. Maybe it wasn’t his place: the Batman’s, or Bruce’s. But he was furious.
‘Excuse me?’ she asked a little louder. He could see the annoyance in her eyes.
‘I’ve seen women in the Iceberg Lounge wearing more’
Now he could see a pinch of anger in her eyes. She opened her mouth to talk but he cut her off before she could even start:
‘Do you know what men are thinking when they see you like that, huh? Do you even know the things they want to do to you?’ he moved closer, her chest almost brushing his abdomen. There was her heavenly smell again. Ocean and something else. Bruce inhaled deeply. ‘Don’t you ever go out dressed like that!’
That last one was a command.
‘You might be the Batman but nothing gives you the right to tell me what to do’ she answered angrily. ‘You’re the one to talk about morality when you’re running around in a cape, beating people up. Last time I checked that was against the law.’
‘This is Gotham. If you want to be safe and sound, you might want to listen to me’
‘Thank you for saving me, Sir but I don’t need your advice – fashion or otherwise’ Y/N pushed his chest with her little hands. Obviously, the force wasn’t enough to move him, but he stepped back anyway, letting her go.
Bruce watched her disappearing into the shadows as she was trying to pull down her dress a little. Apparently Y/N was affected by his words after all.
Even so, he was certain of one thing: he’d make sure she’s safe at all costs. Until she was under his roof, no one would lay a hand on her.
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Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake
Additional Tags: Police Officer Dick Grayson, Dead Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Protective Jason Todd, Protective Bruce Wayne, Not Beta Read
Summary:
Officer Dick Grayson is walking around Bludhaven with a target on his back.
Bruce Wayne decides his son needs protection.
What Dick wants to know is how he ended up being followed around by a crime lord in a stupid red helmet.
#Dick Grayson#Jason Todd#Dead Jason Todd#Police Officer Dick Grayson#Protective Bruce Wayne#Protective Jason Todd
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Chapters: 32
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson & John Grayson & Mary Grayson, Dick Grayson & Raya Vestri
Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Mary Grayson, John Grayson, Richard (Uncle Rick) Grayson, Barbara Gordon, James Gordon Jr., Ace the Bat-Hound, Tony Zucco, Joker, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Vicki Vale, Lucius Fox, Penguin, C. C. Haly, Raya Vestri, Original Characters
Series: Part 1 of Robin
Summary:
Tragedy, Training, Triumph:
A Little Bird takes Flight
Richard Grayson had it all. A loving family, a promising future in his family’s circus act and the thrill of seeing the world.
But life seldom goes as planned. During a performance in the city of Gotham, the equipment that held the Flying Graysons safe for countless years inexplicably fails. Richard’s family is gone. But is there more to the story?
And now, as the ward of the Prince of Gotham, Richard has a home again. But could the perpetrator of his family’s fate be coming for him?
#hurt/comfort#emotional hurt/comfort#angst and hurt/comfort#orphans#adoption#childhood trauma#dick grayson needs a hug#Dick Grayson-centric#bruce wayne is batman#protective bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth is a saint#pov dick grayson#kidnapping#kidnapped dick grayson
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I need bruce in pain and everyone worried about him
PLEASE
I have this idea of some sort of fic in my head where for some reason, the batkids all have to sit and watch (trapped? taken prisoner?) while Bruce defends them with just his own body and wits against enemy after enemy. Maybe rounds and rounds of a forced gladiator death match, or a concealed position he has to distract opponents from. And they just see him being near-superhuman, rebuffing attacks and bleeding and breathing heavy but refusing to give an inch for his children. And all they can do is watch as Bruce fights a losing battle over and over again, pulling out every trick and skill in his possession until he's just a broken, bleeding man refusing to stop until he's dead.
I'm not sure how or why this would happen, but seeing that level of devotion when Bruce is so emotionally distant sometimes -- that satisfies a certain level of the good dad!Bruce and the BAMF!Bruce craving I have. Because maybe they thought he loved them in theory, but seeing it in action? Actions always speak louder than words.
#asks#anon#fic#fic ideas#adopt this fic idea?#bruce wayne#batman#dc#batfamily#batdad#bamf bruce wayne#protective bruce wayne
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I like to imagine Bruce hating confrontation and because of that, people forgets he's a full bred gothamite... Until someone messes with his kids and people remember just how insane gothamites are
Here's the part that tickles me; Batman comes with a variety of assets and advantages if you're Bruce Wayne. Perhaps the strongest one is knowledge.
Gotham is a titan city; It's the great wide, imposing, intimidating, unapologetic in its massiveness. Every person there is an ant in one great colony.
And Bruce knows everybody. But he learned that when you're good at something, you don't have to let people know.
But in moments of savage protectiveness, as anger seethes through his clenched teeth when Jason's called a hoodlum, a low life, a valueless charity case, when Dick's name is synonymous with Dissapointment, when Damian's relation to him is questioned by people who don't know left from right, well...
"You seem very interested in kids! I suppose you get it from your father."
And there's nervous laughter, there, " Well, you know... He's always been fond of them."
" Too fond, right? I don't think your company would survive too well If someone revealed just how much."
There's not a whole lot Bruce can do; Blackmail, extortion, bankruptcy, -- those are mediocre achievements.
Batman?
Batman will be the oppressive shadow in your house, following your every step. He'll be the cold pressure in the dark corner of your room, ensuring you don't get a moment of peace, always watched.
The terrifying sound of nothing. You don't see him, but he sees you. Filing your body with anxiety until you check out in Arkham to escape him. And then, he begins again.
#protective bruce wayne#bruce wayne#dc#dc comics#batdad#batman#text#text post#jason todd#dick grayson#asks
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#robin#batfamily#batman#damain wayne#nightwing#tim drake#jason todd#protective dick grayson#red hood#red robin#boy wonder#batman comics#dcau#dcu#bruce wayne#funny batman#batman silly#batjokes#batman funny#black bat#batfam#batman wfa#bruce wayne is a good dad#bruce wayne is a good parent#batman vs robin#detective comics#dc comics#dc universe#dceu#dc characters
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Good Men have never needed rules. Bruce has never claimed to actually be a good man.
Since that night in the alley he has submerged himself in his code wearing it as if it is rubies and diamonds.
When the Joker first told him One Bad Day he almost fucking laughs, how wrong he was. It doesn't take one instance it's everything a lifetime of anger added which is why it was so ironic the day the Joker died.
See the misconception has always been if he breaks his code the Joker wins that the only thing standing between him and the abyss is that stupid code. Maybe Superman was right to drag him away.
After all Batman can't kill and he's just fucked up enough to know Bruce Wayne can.
Joker never knew what hit him and when his Jaylad came back angry bullets flying he happily showed what Batman couldn't.
Maybe he broke that day maybe not but he would rather stain Brucie's hands than have his kids dripping red.
#batfamily#Bruce Wayne#protective bruce wayne#jason todd#Red hood#I am on a making Bruce a good dad kick#tim drake#damian wayne#dick grayson#batfam#alfred pennyworth#bamf batfamily
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