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Master list/Master post for different fandoms (because my pinned post has actually reached the link limit per post):
Batman/DCU:
Why Gothamites should make weapons, survival and violence fun
My favorite type of Dark! Batfamily
Bruce Wayne used to kill AU
It's okay, Dick. He made sure; he's an expert
Jason and Dick being the bloody guard dogs that they are (video/gif)
Ra's sending Talia servants from the league after she and Bruce get married
Imagine bullying Damian Wayne
Why I love Dick Grayson (fic edition)
The Justice League thinks Nightwing is a homewrecker (he just wants a hug from his dad)
Dick & Duke bonding over Discowing (plus fic)
Tim believes Dick Grayson can do no wrong; the others don't know what to say
The Wayne kids are terrifying
How everyone sees Dick vs how he actually is
How the Batfamily found out about Dick hallucinating Jason
You need to hold his leg (a successful surgery with unexpectedly horrible consequences)
Richard, the child has requested the uppies
Nobody is good enough for Brucie, not even uncle Clark, Dick is going to make sure he knows it
Give the man some grandchildren, Dick!! He's desperate and he needs his firstborn to have some kids
Bruce calling his kids by pet names and making them feel special like they deserve
Jealous Dickey/JayDick's secret
King of Gotham, refusing to let go of his position as prince
Damian doing Tim's makeup (and Tim being nostalgic about his mother on the side, as a treat) [Bonus Cassandra and Stephanie]
Alfred's magical, murder preventing cookies saga
Bruce needs to make sure that Stephanie marries into the family
Why Dick constantly needs hugs and is always randomly looking at the floor (hallucinations, baby)
The strange, uncanny, weirdly obsessive yet somehow freeing relationship between Slade Wilson and Dick Grayson
Latino Jason and Tim arguing about stupid things, because of course they are
Jason thought that Bruce would smack him around all the time when he first came to the manor; he thought that's how men hugged
How the Batsiblings handle their sisters getting hit on (fetch edition)
Various (ridiculous) things Brucie Wayne says on the regular
Nightwing is sick and Batman is worried about his baby (the Titans and JL don't know who they are to each other) + clingy Batkids
Batboys on antipsychotics
Duke interacting with Jaybin after Jason finds out about his little brother's ghost vision, after which he is also introduced to the ghosts of Martha and Thomas + Bonus art (including long haired Duke & hairstyle headcanon)
The "open secret" of BruMan dating and the complicated Batfamily dynamics that came of it (bonus of how the batcest tag actually came to be in the DC universe)
I see your Bruce Wayne is dating Batman rumors and raise you this:
Everyone knows that Bruce Wayne is dating Batman. Everyone knows that Jason Todd is Red Hood. Everyone knows that Jason Todd is Bruce Wayne’s dead son. Everyone knows Red Hood hates Batman. This is all a very open secret. Everyone knows Tim Drake and Red Robin have a very public beef with one another. And that Red Hood used to have a very public (but much more violent) beef with the third Robin.
This leads to the general accepted truth being that Red Hood hates Batman because he is fucking his dad, and Tim Drake and Red Robin dislike each other because Tim’s brother beat up Red Robin, and, once again, Red Robin’s dad is fucking Tim’s. Everyone feels a little bad for Red Robin, being at the end of both Red Hood’s and Tim Drake’s distaste, because the former is a crime lord and the latter is *Timothy Jackson Drake*.
This, naturally, reaches the JL whom does not know Batman’s identity yet. Green Arrow makes a passing comment about having also fucked Wayne, which Batman overhears. Cue absolute bat confusion, which he does not show. And that was how the great Batman found out that he accidentally 100% enforced the rumors that he was dating himself by the way he replied to reporters strange questions that in hindsight were so incredibly obvious.
This whole time, Young Justice is having the time of their lives (while also becoming increasingly concerned) as they watch Tim switch between devices as he replies to himself on different accounts on Twitter to further his own feud with Red Robin.
And Jason is. Not sure how he feels. On one hand, Bruce is now very uncomfortable about many, many things. And people yell at Batman when he starts treating Jason like his son (especially when he yells “I’m not your son!” Because what kind of boyfriend would try to make their boyfriend’s kid their own when they clearly don’t want to be). That’s an upside. But on the other, this implies that he is *Bruce’s* son. And that brings up a lot of feelings he doesn’t want to deal with. And back on that first hand, people have mostly stopped making thirst traps of his dad (gross). And on the second once more, they have started shipping Red Robin and Tim.
And the others are just sitting back and enjoying the ride (they are absolutely a part of this, but I’m too lazy to type out and come up with ideas for the rest)
this is wonderful but i would like you to consider:
batman and bruce wayne just never mention each other. they only talk about each other when necessary and even then it’s cold and detached.
in reality he does this to limit any ties or feelings or info that could compromise his secret identity but the public doesn’t know about that so what does that leave them with?
bruce wayne and batman are obviously bitter exes.
everything is the same as you’ve already said just instead of RH hating batman bc he’s fucking his dad, he hates him bc he hurt is dad in the breakup, same for the Red Robin and Tim Drake beef.
to me this can make things so much funnier, AND limit the amount of “wait so if our dads got together would that make my bf my brother eww” bc their dads already broke up and hate each other. other bonuses are further enabling the red drake shipping + amount of angst and crack in said shipping
Batsiblings convince Jason to get himself a cooking Tiktok account, and he gives in. To his surprise, he quickly gains millions of followers and a loyal auditory. The only problem? Jason has no idea that these people came here not necessary for recipes.
Jason: Geez, my followers had been pissing me off lately.
Dick, confused: Huh? Why?
Jason: They keep commenting ATE. Like, dude? Fucking where? I am not eating in my cooking videos. What is the fucking point?
Tim, choking: Oh my fucking God-
Jason, making an angry text post for his followers: YOU ALL. STOP COMMENTING "RAW". MY MEAT IS NOT RAW. I AM A PROPER COOK. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???
Cassandra: Maybe it is time to tell him...
Tim, Steph, Duke, in unison: NO
Bruce, awkwardly trying to have a conversation with Jason: Hey, lad, how is your cooking blog is going?
Jason: Uh, people keep commenting cryptid messages. Like, the last time I was showing the right way to tenderise meat for chops because apparently it wasn't clear and someone requested the whole video? Anyway, I did it, and the whole comment section was writing me "in bed, on the floor, on the couch, on a chair, against the wall, against the window, against the door"... Like, why would I do that, not in the kitchen?
Bruce, no less clueless: Maybe it some kind of challenge. Kids love trying new stuff in extreme places nowadays.
Jason: Huh. Maybe. Thanks.
Bruce, just proud to have a proper conversation and somehow a help: Anytime, Jaylad!
Damian, who was unblissfully educated on the slang matter by Tim (because it was his responsibility as a big brother to traumatise him), with his eye twitching: ...None of these words were in Quran
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just saw a video on tiktok of a girl who could actually trace out where the orthopedic surgeon held her leg while operating on her knee because there were five perfect bruises on her calf, and someone in the comments mentioned how being strong enough to hold limbs up for long times is an important skill for orthopedic surgeons so of course now I’m thinking about a night where Leslie Thompkins is called into the Cave to do some sort of emergency surgery on Robin that they can’t risk going to a hospital for (reducing a compound fracture in the leg or something gnarly) and Bruce’s job is to hold the leg. that’s his whole job. he’s a billionaire vigilante with the equivalent of like five doctorates and a master martial artist twice over who runs the literal Justice League but tonight his job is Holding The Leg while Alfred helps Leslie operate. he is strong and can do this for HOURS and so he Holds The Leg.
(and then Dick wakes up the next day drugged up but fine while Bruce stares in horror at his leg because there are five perfect fingerprint bruises on his calf in the shape of Bruce’s hand)
Oh, this will be a great premise for a dark, misunderstanding fic where the Batfam are alienated from pretty much every community and are very close knit, and there are rumors going on about how Bruce Wayne is locking the children up in the manor and barely lets them out & controls their lives and stuff.
{Imagine that the manor's windows are barred & such because this is the Batkids we're talking about; the windows need this protection. And they're also under Bruce's watch 24/7 (to the public, at least); chauffeurs, personal assistants approved by Bruce, strict schedules, etc; it's not a secret that Bruce Wayne is very overprotective of his children.
All of this is what mainly fuels this conspiracy}
Imagine Richie Wayne going outside the manor a few days later and hanging out with one of his friends; they go to a pool or something and Dick is wearing a large bandaid over the bruise because he knows the scandal that can result from this.
They're swimming and having fun, but something eventually happens and the bandaid falls off.
So now people can clearly see the bruise; and this is a public pool so people are seeing this and — because Richie Wayne is probably the most popular Wayne after Bruce — immediately start gossiping and taking pictures before Dick can hide it.
The next day, several articles criticizing Bruce's parenting come out — the kids aren't dating anyone, they follow specific schedules (because of hero work and they also work under Bruce), and have an oddly close relationship with their father; what other conclusion were they supposed to get to? —.
All of a sudden, the people who suspected Bruce have now become the majority rather than the minority; there's rallies and online movements about what's going on in Wayne manor, and things only get worse when Bruce hires another PR team (for his children and their safety) and the younger Waynes — along with Dick — rarely leave the house anymore.
The family holds up a press conference and people barely believe them.
Clark Kent and Lois Lane — who don't know who Bruce is in this AU, because of isolation — are both chewing Bruce out and asking him direct and sharp questions.
Dick came too; he wanted to clear the air. Bruce didn't want him there; he didn't want Dick to deal with these kind of stuff when it wasn't necessary, but his eldest insisted, and Bruce didn't possess the ability to tell him no.
However, things escalated even more when a bunch of reporters bombarded Dick and the young man was eventually led outside by Bruce; the man's arm wrapped around the younger's shoulders as the hand clutched his child's shoulder reassuringly.
Unfortunately, people didn't see the gesture as reassuring, at all, and instead perceived it as forceful, reminding the younger to behave, otherwise there will be consequences.
At some point, the rich socialite families do realize that Bruce, who they suspect really did get medicated or had a traumatic brain injury during his yearslong vanishing, doesn't have enough brains to fill an eggcup. He's probably not running any corruption rackets or up to anything really. His kids on the other hand, on the rare occasions that Gotham’s polite society meets them, look like they're all too capable of living up to Gotham’s low standards. Too many of them stare a touch too long, or move around with the same kind of skill as one of their bodyguards might, have callused, strong handshakes and drop jokes hinting at their insider knowledge of some of Gotham’s best kept secrets.
Need fics of the bats being so crazy about each other, completely platonically. They are intensely obsessive and possessive of one another.
Non-bats casually criticize x bat about whatever leading to them being threatened by the bat with them. Take the "Only I can tease/bully my family" and turn the knob to a 10 and break it.
Have them be unable to keep their hands off each other so much it makes others uncomfortable. (Bats need the reassurance that the other is there)
They regularly drug each other to get them to rest when they don't feel like dragging them to bed awake (a fight) or whining them into submission. They're aware they're going to get drugged but eat/drink anyway.
They all have subdermal trackers. They know it's there. They see it as a sign of love because their family will always find them.
It's a whole process to get a bat(s) from Gotham for whatever mission. They discuss amongst themselves if the mission really needs them. And when it's so very reluctantly decided yes, the bat(s) leaving is dropped off by another. Cue intense and dramatic farewell.
A sign of neglect amongst them is if one bat doesn't know what's going on in their life. There are no secrets and if someone doesn't know then they stopped caring. Exceptions are made for presents.
They have their own rooms but rarely sleep alone in their beds. They always end up sleeping with another bat and to the sound of their breathing and beating of their heart.
Literally this fic. (Please recommend more fics like this 🙏. I'm dying for more of this. Please, I'm begging you. Give me more of this and my heart/life is yours)
Thought it would be better to give the recs as a reblog. I hope you enjoy ^^
Wings Over Gotham by icarus_chained
Which is an isolated batfam, well actually more like an isolated Gotham fic series. I love the intensity they give. They're quite sweet.
Borderline by TheResurrectionist
The possessiveness of each other is built up to and leaves a great foundation for dark batfam that the author is planning to write someday in a sequel. It's so tasty how they start to meld together.
Come To My Call by ScarlettSwordMoon
Bruce & Dick fic that's just fuckin great. Bruce corrupting Dick is so *chef's kiss*
And The Crown Will Sing by ScarlettSwordMoon
Unfinished fic. *slaps fic* This baby can hold so much what the fuck Bruce. Twisting the bats stay winning.
so sweet i die by BattleAngel
Mostly a Jason fic, but also Bruce and the four boy robins. (Damian is just barely there though) I always liked the idea of the bats being a cult
It's Not That Funny by Ionaperidot
Jason & Tim centered two-part fics. They're so fucked up lol And Bruce being a good dad and choosing them anyways. I actually read this a month or two ago and it left me feeling feral.
Meme from beeg post of many memes by: puppetmaster13u
I see it going down something like this.
Thug #1: "You're new here, so let's go over some basics."
Thug #2: "Nah, I was here before. I moved to Central City for a while. I know how to keep outta the Bat's way."
Thug #1: "Oh, no. There's more than just the Bat to look out for."
Thug #2: "You mean Robin? Didn't that kid move to Bludhaven and put on pants or somethin'?"
Thug #3: Just chuckles and flips the whiteboard.
Thug #1: "Thank you, Jimmy. There have been some developments since you left town…"
~One Pepe Silvia later~
Thug #2: "So there's a Manbat, no relation, but also Batgirl and Batwoman? And they're both active? Robin and Red Robin? I just gotta avoid Red Robin, right?"
Thug #1: "The kid is the one you gotta watch out for. I hear he's actually killed people and the Batman put him in time out. Red Robin…depends on the day. Red Hood though, he'll just shoot you."
Thug #2: "Wait, I thought you said Red Hood used to be Robin? Why would a Robin use guns?"
Thug #1: "You think I know? Guy's crazy, one day he's cutting off mob boss heads, the next he's running around pretending he doesn't kill."
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Pondering the idea of a fanfic of the classic Justice League Meets Batfam, except that everyone already knew about the individual members of Batfam EXCEPT Batman
Basically, most of them have come from Gotham and have their own teams (Birds of Prey, Young Justice, etc.), or are members of the Justice League (Nightwing), and it simply doesn't occur to anyone to put two and two together the fact that they are all related.
And in general, they all have different outfits, adopting more of a cryptid style. Why? Well, because they're imitating dad, who is a literal cryptid who can't leave Gotham and whose existence is thought to be just a rumor.
So yeah, basically it's the Justice League discovering that all these hyper-competent heroes are literal family and also have an eldrich horror bat dad who raised them and is very proud of his kids
Crime ran rampant in Gotham. That was a fact, a universally-acknowledged truth.
It was not expected to change, and it didn't. Not exactly. Gotham was still a cesspit of crime. That was never going to change, but crime lessened. Why?
Bruce Wayne.
Growing up, he had been loved by his parents, Dr. Thomas Wayne and Martha Kane, two very wealthy socialites. So wealthy that they had an ancestral manor on the outskirts of Gotham, which they required servants to upkeep.
The butler, Alfred Pennyworth, was one of them, but he was more like a friend to the family, and more like an uncle to the young Bruce Wayne.
Tragedy struck, however, at age eight. His parents were murdered in front of him, coming back from a play at the monarch theater.
He mourned. Blinded by grief and rage, he yearned for justice for his parents, but knew that if he tried to avenge them, he would not be able to.
As he was then, he would have been more likely to get himself killed than to help.
He embarked across the globe, learning, training. He trained with the League of Assassins and many others.
At one point, he joined a circus and became their contortionist, as they had a lack of one.
He acquired many useful skills, such as martial arts, dancing, weapons training, engineering, coding, hacking, programming, and so on.
He also learned anything that could be construed, however tenuously, to be helpful. He learned to make lassos, to mimic bird cries, and much more.
He learned, he trained, he grew, and, once he felt prepared, he returned home to Gotham, ready to fight crime.
It started out simply. The first time, he went out for two hours, skulking in the shadows, patrolling the rooftops of Gotham, watching for crime.
He'd stopped a couple of muggings, foiled a robber, and stopped a transaction of money for drugs. A rather quiet night, all in all, with him doing more listening than anything else.
He continued going out, doing just two hours a night for a while, but most of the time consisted of simply listening. And, oh, what rumors he heard.
"Did you hear? Gotham's got itself a cryptid."
"A giant bat, going around fighting crime!"
"I heard it's the coalescence of our sins, come back to punish us! There's no way it's human, the way it moves!"
"It's some sort of creature!"
So, they didn't think his alter-ego was human, because of the way he moved.
(Probably from when he was being shot at and he bent over backwards so that his chest was facing towards the sky, went up on his hands, flipped himself backwards onto his feet, and continued fighting.)
If he continued moving like he was, like a human, that rumor would not perpetuate. It would die out and be disbelieved by most.
He didn't want that. Not when fear was a good motivation for staying out of crime, and what better way to fight crime than to stop a civilian from committing a crime in the first place?
So. If he wanted to scare civilians away from crime, he had to be frightening enough to make them double-guess potentially committing a crime.
He had to have a fearsome reputation, then, and moving like he wasn't human was a good starting place.
To begin with, Bruce upped the frequency of which he did yoga, pilates, and contortionism.
He watched nature documentaries, committing to memory which movements screamed prey and which screamed predator, and he practiced, until he moved like a predator, until they were second nature.
Until he could tell the ways that he moved that made him feel like a predator, and took those movements to make more.
Until people got out of his way when he walked, at which point he had to unlearn those movements for when he acted as Brucie Wayne.
Until there was dissonance between Brucie Wayne and the Bat.
Until he didn't know who he was anymore. Bruce Wayne was an act. He was more like Bat, but he could be comfortable, instead of the unending hyper-vigilance.
He didn't know who he was anymore, but he was comfortable in his own skin. Confident in himself and his abilities.
He leaned into the creepiness, into his plan to unnerve and to scare, and he delighted in it.
In them seeing him move in ways no human should be able to, in their horrified expressions, in the way they stutter-stepped backwards before turning to run, to try and fail to escape.
The rumors grew wildly, fueled by how he moved however he wished to- too graceful and silent one moment, then twisting and lunging and crouching and skittering and twitching and moving in ways such that it appeared he was unpossessing of bones the next.
"It's got fangs and claws!"
He had been experimenting with ways to climb buildings that relied on only his own strength, for times that a grappling hook would not have anything to latch onto, and he had been startled, halfway up a wall.
He had turned to the henchman, his mouth opening in a snarl instinctively.
His teeth, with his canines always being remarkably (his dentist had remarked on it multiple times) long and sharp, had gleamed in the light of a streetlamp, frightening the henchman into running away.
As he hadn't caught him in a criminal act, he'd let him go. He needed to justify it to himself or else, as he had learned, it would eat at him.
A few days later, sharp curved claws had been added to his gloves; his boots had been altered to be more like water shoes in shape, but with metal claws on the end to aid in climbing; and altered a retainer such that it was all pointier, and then used it to make synthesized bone extensions for his teeth, making them all closer to fangs.
(He hoped he would never have to bite anyone with them, but he would, and the flesh would cleave beneath his enhanced fangs like a knife through butter, leaving incredibly painful half gouged-out skin in the shape of a square, with tiny lacerations to the sides, prone to getting infected. So much so that they said the Bat's saliva was a bio-weapon.
False, of course, even with Gotham's alterations- soon, the retainer would be fused with his teeth, strengthening them, and his saliva would be hazardous to any baseline human, minorly so to most anyone enhanced too, however- but that doesn't come yet.)
"The bat can fly! No- I'm telling you, it flew!"
Well... His alter-ego was a bat-man, why wouldn't he be able to fly?
Because the technology for one-person self-reliant flight was being researched, but, for all the advances in other types of flight, it didn't really exist.
Fortunately, Bruce was a genius. He started out by altering his cape. He changed the material, making it more rigid, mimicking leather, and adding rods through it. He enlarged it, but changed the shape, so that it looked more like bat wings.
They were so large that they had a parachute-like effect, allowing him to glide in conjunction with his grappling hook as he cooked up a way to actually fly using mechanical wings.
He researched the ways different animals flew, different materials, ways to make them silent...
It was freeing, flying under his own power, without the use of a grappling hook.
It had taken a long time to make the wings, with many prototypes, and he would for-sure be ever-improving it, coming up with new models, but he enjoyed flying.
He could now watch for crime from the skies. He couldn't help but to make a chitter of glee as he dove, pulling up, and sinking his talons (for he had altered his climbing boots. They now had talons, three on the front and two on the back) into the shoulders of a mobster and flying into the night with only a few flaps.
It was harder to listen to the rumors from the skies, but he heard as the public perception of him shifted.
"Shadows dripping off of its frame-
can use the shadows to teleport-
as though its pockets are endless wells of supplies-
so scary, I swear, I was just walking home and I saw its eyes but nothing else, its eyes were white and it wasn't blinking, wasn't moving-
talking to itself, but it wasn't words, it was chitters and squeaks and whistles and growls and-
I was a guard at a heist and you can't know the terror I felt, seeing it contort itself through a barely-open window and climb along the ceiling to drop down on another guard and take us out, I ran away, obviously-
it has a carapace, scales, you know, like an armadillo. What's the word... Chitin! It has chitin -
bulletproof! Bulletproof, I say, it was shot right in the chest but it just kept going-"
Most of the rumors had some amount of foundation in truth. It had been a dark night, even for Gotham, and he had been following a drug smuggler coming into port, when one of his wings malfunctioned in the rain and he took a brief dip in Gotham harbor.
He had been seen with water dripping off of him, not shadows as whoever saw him then said it to be.
It had been before he could fly, when he was using his cape and a grappling hook, but the criminals hadn't caught on yet. Gliding like that was very fast, likely why they said that he could teleport.
He had pulled candy, snacks, and anything he could think of out of his many, many pockets, trying to calm down a child. His pockets weren't endless wells of supplies, but he could see how they thought that.
The lenses of his mask were tinted so that they appeared to be white, and he had a habit of staring into space while he strained his ears to see if he could hear anyone crying out for help.
When frustrated, he tended to grumble to himself, but not with words, with sounds.
Communication was difficult, and tone tended to say more than words, so he tried mimicking animal sounds, mostly that of birds, but also of bats and various other creatures.
Okay, so he had indulged himself that time, but the reactions he got by acting creepy were just absolutely delectable.
He had taken to watching nature shows for ideas on things he could add to his costume, and science-fiction things. He had gotten inspiration, seeing an armadillo, and had made a carapace for himself out of metal alloy with overlapping scales, with a dilatant layer in the middle.
It was due to that that he could take being shot in the chest and just keep going.
It limited his mobility somewhat, but they were sown through the very middle of each scale and nowhere else, so they flexed with him.
Sure, it wasn't as safe, but he was more protected than he would be without the scales, and could still bend in ways that made people go pale, shudder, and either look or run away, so he took the compromise.
(He also had on a light body armor beneath that, due to Alfred's insistence.)
"The Bat protects us, watches over us." "Who are you talking about?" "The Bat. Gotham's very own cryptid*. A protector, a defender."
He was vengeance. He was the night. He... Was the Bat.
*Cryptid: an [animal] whose existence or survival is disputed or unsubstantiated.
I kinda want to see the Batfam from a No-Capes AU meet a Cryptid-Batfam.
Like, they are opposite sides of the same coin. I think their meeting would be interesting
Cryptid!Bruce: *chitters and chirps in creepy bird/bat-like language*
Normal!Bruce: Oh my, you say you fight crime at night? That sounds quite exciting! I once considered becoming a crime-fighter myself, but Alfred convinced me to devote myself to the company and humanitarianism instead.
Normal(?)Damian: and your father also denies you the privilege of stabbing people? Really?
Cryptid!Damian: *annoyed chitters*
Normal Dick challenges Cryptid Dick to a bend-off. It is disturbing, and those unfortunate enough to observe question if Normal Dick is actually a human. Humans shouldn't be able to bend like that.
Normal!Tim: And you say sleep is optional for you... How did you say you became a cryptid?
Cryptid!Tim: *smirking and starting to lead his counterpart to the batcave*
Both Jasons: Fuck no, you two separate right this instant.
Normal!Cass and Cryptid!Cass have a silent convo via staring.
The two Stephs have disapeared. Whomever notices first will start a mad panic of finding them. The Dukes are also missing, but this isn't noticed until it's too late
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Bruce Wayne, in his bat costume, having shoes designed to stick to any surface for stealth purposes
And one night when he's standing upside down on a bottom of a gargoyle, everything's so peaceful, silent, and warm
Bruce hasn't slept almost at all in the past week, and the crime is minimal that night, a rare thing, nothing bad will happen if he closes his eyes for a few minutes right?
In the next morning gothamites found Batman sleeping upside down on a gargoyle, nuzzled into his "wings"
I think the Batfam acts differently outside of Gotham than they do in Gotham
They’re more intense in Gotham, lean more heavily into the cryptid/eldrich horror thing. They move in a way that’s not quite human, their words are just too close to chirps and whistles.
Outside of Gotham they behave like normal humans, well as normal as they can be with all their training.
This leads to theories that they’re all pretending to be human but because Gotham is their home or because of all the cursed/supernatural things there they can’t hide their own supernatural nature aswell. People also believe this is why they’re more aggressive in Gotham.
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