Devil-O-Angel

something something about Bruce being anti-gun and anti-killing but when Jason needs him in the middle of a firefight (aliens, or something else Bruce lets him shoot) he's there and bracing Jason's gun barrel with his shoulder when he needs to take a tricky shot. he takes out distractions in Jason's field of vision so he can use his scope without worrying about getting hit. he knows how to fight around guns, how to support a teammate who uses a gun. but he won't with Jason, normally.

"I can't get the shot."

Bruce didn't respond right away, busy dispatching an alien gunner off to the left of their perch. He was covered in thick green slime, his armor glowing softly in the darkness of the planet's night cycle.

Jason kept his eyes down range, even with the sting of disappointment in his throat. Through his scope, he could see the target, but it kept moving. Every time he thought he had a lock on it, it shifted a few feet to the right or left, jerking unpredictably right before he'd been about to fire.

He didn't need Bruce to tell him how important this shot was. One bullet was all it would take to free the planet -- and Superman -- and yet, when it was finally his time to shine, he'd fallen short. Finally, Bruce had reluctantly planned a mission around a firearm, and now Jason couldn't even fucking pull the trigger when asked.

There was another grunt, and then a pained moan from the alien as he went down for good this time. Jason watched Bruce approach from his peripheral vision, tensing slightly as the distance between them closed.

"You have the shot," Bruce said, matter-of-fact. Through the cowl's vocoder, it was even more final than normal.

"I'm telling you I can't get it," Jason bit back, teeth gritted. "You want me to be wrong and risk hitting one of the hostages?"

A hand descended upon his shoulder, bracing against him. Jason looked up from his scope as Bruce positioned himself in front of Jason's body, an arm's length of space between them.

Jason couldn't breathe as Bruce reached out, propping the barrel of the rifle between two armor plates on his own shoulder. He stood impossibly still, one hand braced against Jason's chest and the other on Jason's shooting arm in a vise grip.

"You have the shot," Bruce repeated, quieter this time. The white lenses of his cowl stared into Jason's face. "Take the shot, Jay."

Jason bit back a growl, looking back into the scope. He slowed his breathing, feeling Bruce's measured taps against his chest to indicate the tempo. He went back into that surreal, stretched-out place between him and the target, finger sliding off the trigger guard and onto the trigger itself.

One breath in. Bruce wasn't breathing at all. Hold. One breath out. Bruce was right there. Pull the trigger.

Jason took the shot. The gun kicked back, jarring both of them. Bruce held onto him even as Jason slumped in relief, flicking the safety back on at the very last second.

"You had it," Bruce said, tugging him upright. "Come on. We need to move."

Jason slung the rifle over one shoulder, trying to ignore the way Bruce's grip seemed to linger on his skin, burning through armor and Kevlar down to the skin beneath.

Thinking about the idea of the justice league reading gossip articles about Bruce after they find out he’s Batman and I’m losing it.

“Bruce Wayne makes a splash Friday night, drunkenly takes swim in fountain”

“Bruce Wayne third rendezvous this week??”

“Another messy night escapade for Bruce Wayne”

“Tipsy Bruce Wayne takes spill into cake, wears it well”

This is the guy that redefined fear?

It gets even better thinking about after Bruce starts adopting, cause now that entire family is in the headlines. Somehow the league has to align the mental image of the Wayne’s with the Batfamily.

“Dick Grayson, eldest Wayne boy, sails through air on chandelier at charity benefit” this guy filled in as Batman on numerous occasions

“Jason Todd caught leaving ‘kick me’ sticky notes on a drunken Bruce Wayne’s back at Saturday’s Wayne gala” like, that’s the red hood??

“Bruce Wayne’s boy Tim Drake asleep in salad next to partying billionaire” the dude who hacked the watch tower last Tuesday?

“Youngest Wayne, Damian, and sister Cass seen mimicking stumbling father as loyal butler intervenes” …The league are still terrified of these two

Like, how are they supposed to wrap their heads around the fact that these guys are somehow the scourges of the underworld who haunt Gotham.

And this is why their secret identities are so secure. No sane person would think they are one in the same, at least no sane person who hasn’t been filled in lol

Soulmate AU where, upon the youngest Soulmate turning 18, all have a dream the next time they sleep about the most important moment of their Soulmate’s life(or lives, if there’s more than one.)

For most people, this isn’t a huge issue. For the Batfam, it’s a huge problem.

But when Jason dreams of a boy who walked into a dark hole in the wall, only to hit a hidden switch, die of electrocution, and wake up as a ghost moments later?

Yeah, fuck Bruce. He’s finding his death buddy.

Yay! Plot bunnies hello! It’s my favourite soulmate pairing! Warning for graphic description of death/half death/ they get all the trauma :D

In the early fall of an insignificant year, Jason Peter Todd went to sleep. At the age of 19 and having been alive again for 3 years, this was an insignificant day followed by an insignificant night.

Jason Peter Todd slept 6 hours before he woke up screaming from a nightmare of a horrible memory and this too, shouldn’t be anything new or significant.

But it was.

It was a significant day followed by a significant night with a significant nightmare of a horrible memory.

Because his soulmate turned 18 yesterday and Jason Peter Todd reenacted his soulmates most significant memory.

The memory of dying violently.

It started with a boy in a white, with black highlights, biohazard suit walking into a metal hole in the wall.

Jason, in place of the boy, didn’t stay upright for long.

He trips.

He falls.

He catches himself by pressing a hand to the wall.

A click and then pain.

This was a memory of being ripped apart at a molecular level for what should have been less then a minute and yet felt like HOURS.

The pain giving away briefly to the sight of a world beyond the veil of the mortal realm, of a green vastness that words fail to give an accurate description of.

But just as the pain left, it was back and he was back to being surrounded by white metal, only this time the pain was three times worse because there was now electricity F O R C I N G his being back into the shape of a boy and into a body beyond saving and no longer accepting of life.

Agony was the only word that could describe the pain he was in and yet the word did not give it any justice. It did not describe a level of pain that shouldn’t have been possible to feel.

He wanted to die. He wanted to live. He wanted to be an astronaut. He wanted to explore SPACE. Why was the pain not leaving? How long was dying supposed to take?

The screaming had started as something recognizably human near the beginning but as the memory carried on, it became less human and more haunting.

Yet still, there was human screaming present that wasn’t his own. He knew deep down, past all the pain and knowledge that he wouldn’t be making it out of this alive, that there was someone else there and that they were hurting too. He needed to get to them, to get to them and help them before he can no longer move, before they, too, reach a point where they are no longer able to be saved.

He wants to be saved.

He knows in his very being that he is past saving.

But he can save the others if he just gets to them. He can save them like he wants to be saved. He can PROTECT THEM before he dies so they don’t die too.

Jason could F E E L as every movement brought agony to every inch of his body.

As every movement felt like too much for him to handle.

But they were still screaming and he needed to get to them.

Seconds or minutes or hours or days and he knew he wouldn’t be able to tell you how long it took to crawl out of the tunnel. Only that he did.

The screaming had stopped but he couldn’t have told you when.

Movement to his left caught his eye.

His eyes met GREEN.

The creature wasn’t human. Eyes too wide, hair floating as if it was underwater, the colour matching the purest white he’s ever seen, and the body was just WRONG.

Sharp ears, claws, arms too lengthy and bending at the wrong places.

No legs, just a whispy black tail.

Black with white highlights.

It was wrong.

It was terrifying.

He was looking at a mirror…

The pain was no longer a thought in his head as everything was replaced with HORROR.

The reflection wasn’t human. The reflection was a monster.

He knew he DIED. He was DEAD.

He was a MONSTER.

Jason Peter Todd woke up screaming.

He needed to find him.

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Danny had been dreading his 18th birthday ever since his accident.

He had a gut feeling that he would be the youngest and knowing his luck made him certain that that would be the case.

He was right.

Leading up to this point he had hoped beyond hope that he would be paired with either Tucker and/or Sam. He desperately wished to have someone that he knows wouldn’t see him as a monster. As some sort of freak.

Someone who would accept him as Phantom AND Fenton.

He has learned by now that he rarely gets what he wants.

But like usual, it worked out in the most unexpected way.

His dream turned into memory as he took the place of his soulmate.

His soulmate who was half beaten to death and still getting hit.

Over and over and over again Danny felt as each hit broke bones and left deep bruises.

The laughing haunting every strike.

Danny, for a brief moment, knew that he would have more clowns in his nightmares after he woke up.

The pain was quick and sharp, followed by an aching that he knew would last for months if not years.

He was crying.

He was screaming with each hit near the end.

He wanted Bruce.

He wanted his dad.

The sight of the lady across from him just brought him pain and hurt in a way that he couldn’t put to words.

Does Bruce even want him?

He wants be saved.

Bruce will save him.

He needs to get out.

Bruce will come.

The door is locked.

Bruce will be here soon.

There is only ten seconds left on the bomb.

B’s really pushing it close.

Where is he?

He wants his dad

Bruce should have been kicking down the door right now.

He doesn’t want to die.

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He wants his dad.

For a brief moment Danny could almost hear his name being called.

He’s so sorry. He should have listened.

Bruce came for him.

But it was too late.

He’s so sorry.

True void filled his head and for a brief moment there was absolutely nothing. No pain, no emotion, no breathing or movement, no sight, no hearing, no touch or taste or scent.

Then, with a sudden great breath, he woke up to black. The kind of black you get only with the complete absence of light.

It was cramped.

It was cold.

It was dark.

It was getting harder to breath.

Where’s Bruce?

He wants out.

Pulling off his belt, Danny felt the memory guide him as he used it to punch through the wood.

There was dirt.

He’s buried alive.

Danny didn’t have much air and felt the panic grow.

He needed to get OUT.

He dug and dug and dug. His nails bled. His mouth tasted like ash and dirt.

He couldn’t breath.

He was going to die.

He was going to die again.

He wants his dad.

Then there was air.

He crawled his way out dropped to the ground with great heaping breaths.

Danny’s eyes felt unfocused as they dragged across the surface of the stone beside him.

In Loving Memory of Jason P. Todd-Wayne.

Danny woke up panting and crying.

His soulmate was a zombie.

He knows his soulmate’s name.

He will find him.

LOOK I AM IN FACT GONNA THROW HANDS WITH MY BRAIN FOR GIVING ME THIS IDEA WHEN IT REFUSES TO WORD - BUT BASICALLY???

YouTuber batkids, right? Batkids who want to connect, in some way, with the world they're protecting, - at least Dick, who started the whole fire, actually.

He has YouTube tutorials giving out gymnastics tips, stretching cheat codes, balancing a healthy routine with the occasional work out routine that's friendly for all body types and also talks about mental health

Tim happened to walk in on him telling the camera about someone named " Kori" who seems to be " out of this world" , and Tim is like OH COOL??? I WANNA DO THIS, TOO??? That event signed the birth of Wayne Enterprises prank compilations

I can see Jason bringing some limelight to BookTube again; He also gives out AMAZING writing tips, routines, provides college level advice and lessons for free, and he also has series where he's discussing literature tropes he's tired of/hates " Stop trying to fix him, youre not Dr. Frankenstein "

His most popular video is titled " Women In Literature: Are They Better Than Men? (SPOILER! They've always been.) " But he also bakes with Alfred a whole lot, as well as doing make-up and mystery videos with Tim

" Hold on, fuck, I ALWAYS mess up the eyeliner-" Bruce, a well known and lusted after cryptid on his kid's channels, simply pulls out a knife and does perfect wings before walking away

Bruce for the mom that brings kids fruits and doesn't know what the hell a vlog or stream is!!!

Jason games sometimes, mostly when he's on Duke and Steph's channel, and I physically NEED for Bruce to walk in, oversized superman sweater on, holding a plate of berries and oranges and he's like, " Jay, you have to eat your fruits-"

" I don't LIKE fruits"

" well, Tim's gonna be devasted, but you still NEED to"

Just Duke and Stephanie trying not to laugh while their big brother almost breaks his neck trying to run away from Bruce when the man wants to kiss his cheek

Damian can be seen causing mischief in the background of every video, regardless who's channel he's on, and the internet loves him as much as Bruce;

Stephanie has a " dami's zoo" series where she shows that little menace animal movies and he just roasts the absolute red jelly out of the producers; " The number of people who deserve oxygen lowers by the day"

Victor: Did you know Batman had contingency plans for every hero in the world?

Dick: …Yeah, I helped with some and have my own.

Teen Titans: WHAT!?

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Roy: I can’t believe both Bruce and Dick have contingency plans for us heroes, talk about mistrust, right Jay.

Jason: …

Outlaws: YOU DICK!

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Bart: I just heard Batman, Nightwing and Red Hood has contingency plans for all of us. Tim you gotta tell them that’s not right.

Tim: But I have the same plans and some extra if the first don’t work.

Young Justice: WHAT!?

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Birds of Prey: I’m glad you’re not part of Batman’s inner circle Oracle, turns out they have contingency plans for all of us. How can we trust someone who doesn’t trust us.

Oracle: But you trust me.

BoP: ARE YOU KIDDING US!?

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Jon: So you have plans I guess?

Damian: To take you all down? Of course, doesn’t everybody?

au where ALL the batkids inherit bruces adopting problem, but it's for kids that remind them of themselves

none of them tell eachother until there's a family reunion and then it's just

Harper: We need to distract the others.

Jason: Leave it to me.

Jason: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

The Rest of The Bat Fam: start arguing

Steph, watching in horror: Oh this… I don’t like this… I don’t like this at all…

@blackkatmagic @north-peach I’m CACKLING

Hold up fanfic idea:

Okay so imagine a world where the Justice League is a bit more of a legal entity, being a hero is a profession - and child heroes aren’t allowed unless they have a mentor.

Which works out just fine. Mostly. Except when it doesn’t bc Batman doesn’t really care about Rules and Gotham’s kid vigilantes don’t either.

The government is reluctant to assign more heroes to Gotham and on one hand that gives Bruce a lot of freedom - on the other he’s totally overworked.

And then Robin shows up, helps out, disappears again and Batman grows accustomed to him.

Except Bruce has no intention of actually handling a child hero, his identity is secret for a reason, and Bruce really shouldn’t be around children he’s not a good role model, but the government - when they do finally pay attention - ask who is responsible for Robin’s training.

And for the sake of not having to hunt down Dick “you’ll have to follow me through all of America because I’m not stopping and I will run away, I need to do this” Grayson, Bruce lies and says “yeah okay I’m training the kid”.

And Dick, it courses, passes that on. So another child hero turns up in Gotham. And another. And Bruce can’t quite keep up but he just keeps lying for these teenagers bc he remembers being young and angry because nobody would allow him to act.

(“Batman, Spoiler is now your fifth apprentice?”

Bruce looks at Tim giving him a thumbs up from behind the government official.

“Yes. She is. Definitely.”)

And then, a couple years down the line, he looks around the Cave and all the teenagers are there bickering. And yeah, Dick is his ward, but only because his foster family sucked. And sure, he adopted Jason, but there was also nobody to take him in. And Tim has his own room because he needs a place to recover when his parents aren’t home. Barbara couldn’t legally take in Cass and Steph wanted to go to college but didn’t have a fund.

And it didn’t really hit Bruce (or the kids) that they are family - even though they spend holidays together - until Damian shows up like “So you are my Father’s other children.”

Just. Please. Give me a Fake/Pretend Family Batfam AU

Here are my hot Being a Fan in Gotham City takes

Headcanon that the batkids hide under Bruce’s cape ALL the time. When they get cold on patrol, when they’re scared of a particularly creepy villain, when they get tired and need a warm, dark place to hide, they can always be found in Bruce’s cape, hanging onto his back like a koala. One time Hal and Barry were at the watchtower just hanging out when they saw something move under Batman’s cape. Assuming it was an alien parasite out to kill the dark knight by sucking his brains out, Barry pulled off the cape to reveal not one, not two, but three of Bruce’s kids huddled under there playing a game of Uno. It was a mystifying experience.  

‘Uhm… Batman?’ Flash said nervously. 'Who- ?’ He seemed at loss for words.

'Don’t worry about it.’ Bruce said, trying to make sure that his urge to laugh would leave. He quite liked the fact that the league still didn’t know anything about him.

'But- ’ Barry tried to protest.

The first to speak up was Dick. With him having passed the age of twenty years ago, Bruce had no idea how he still managed to fit under his cowl. 'Hi Flash, nice to meet you.’

Tim hit him.

'Really, Red?’ Bruce eldest protested.

'Sorry, not sorry, N’

'Shut up, both of you, you’re embarrassing us in front of father.’ Damian snapped.

Bruce ruffled the hair if his youngest, still not taking his gaze off of Superman.

'Now, where were we?’

Hal was the first to speak up. 'We were planning to watch Aliens.’

Bruce looked at the two superhero’s in front of him.

'Alright, alright.’ Flash said, sulking. 'We’ll leave.’

It was silent for a while, Bruce had opened his book and started reading. After three chapters though, he heard a fourth voice, Jason’s saying in a smug tone 'Uno’.

Bruce shook his head while trying not to wonder when Jason had arrived. The groans of the others made Bruce smile.

If Barry and Hal saw him now, they’d probably think he’d been drugged or something, but they were too busy watching their movie.

Good.

That way the mystery would remain.