#batsibling

Bruce: Y/N… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Batsib: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.

Bruce:

Bruce: I wrote sanitize, Batsib.

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Dick: When's the last time you slept?

Tim: Uh… a few days ago, I think.

Dick: A few- how many?!

Tim: Uh… starts counting on fingers I need more fingers…

Dick: What you need is sleep!

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Damian: Is C always like this when they lose?

Jason: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum of 2015.

Wonder!Reader: You bumped that table, and you know it!

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Assassin!Reader, watching Damian get stabbed: You’re dead. You are very dead. When you are a corpse, I will hack away at your flesh and eat you raw.

Damian: L/N, I’m not dead yet.

Assassin!Reader: Let me have my moment of rage to avenge you.

Damian: I’d prefer it if you didn’t let me die.

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Cop: Can you describe the person who stabbed you?

Jason, talking about Wonder!Reader: Lithe, spirited, outgoing, and not afraid to speak their mind. They were a raw sexual force and they knew it. They were a dandelion fluff on a summer day, gone in an instant, leaving you with nothing but a memory of their touch and the faint taste of strawberries on your lips.

DAMIAN WAYNE OLDER BROTHER HCS

PAIRING: GN!Reader x Platonic!OlderBro!Damian

SYNOPSIS: Damian gets a younger sibling, chaos ensues

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Fandom: DC Characters: Batfam

  Like most people his age, Dick had heard of the ‘Am I The Asshole?’ page on Reddit. He has even seen some of the stories read on his Tik Tok fyp. He was no stranger to it. Yet he didn’t think he would be one of the people sharing his story on the subreddit. Yet here he was with a laptop in his living room. Pissed off girlfriend in their bed. The title to his post already written.

Am I the asshole for telling my girlfriend I won’t stop my sister from hugging me?

Let me start by saying I never thought I would end up posting here. But here we are. My gf (23) Abbie and I M (24) have been together for a year now. Abbie has met my family and they all seemed to get along. The problem started a day ago at my younger brother Ty's party. I don’t live too far from home but I’m also not close to visit as much as I would like. So I don’t get to see my siblings a lot. This is where the problem started. One of my younger sisters Y (18) is touch starved. And out of the family, I’m one of the few huggy ones. So when she was younger and I was home I'd hug her as much as I could. I still do this now even tho she has gotten better and more members of the family have helped over the time I’m gone. Unknown to me this was a problem with my girlfriend. When we get back to our place after the party she blew up at me. Telling me it’s weird that I hug Y so much. How Y is now an adult and needs to get over being touched starved. How people will think Y and I are together since we’re not real siblings.

I lost it at the comment about Y and I not being real siblings. I yelled at her. Told her that I won’t stop hugging my sister. And if she keeps pushing this I would end the relationship. She ended up locking herself in our room. Yesterday her friends messaged me calling me an asshole. Saying that it’s not much to ask to stop hugging Y. Today I got a message from Y telling me that she didn’t want to ruin my relationship and that she won’t hug me anymore. I know my sister and I know this had to hurt her to write.

When I brought up Y’s message to Abbie today she said she didn’t send any message to Y and it must have been one of her friends. But she was happy that Y was understanding of the situation enough to be an adult and back off. I told her Y didn’t need to back off. And we got into another fight. She once again locked herself in our room and refuses to open up. I’m getting messages from her friends again. And I just need some help and advice from people not in my life.

can i pls ask for a bruce wayne x reader whos kind of like tony stark? its alright if you ignore this but i would rlly like to read a fic like that (:

have a good day/night! ❤️❤️❤️

I hope I did this request some justice

Bruce Wayne x reader

Bruce Wayne was the well know business man, one of the richest in Gotham city. But one other came fairly close to it, y\n l\n was the other richest person in Gotham.

Bruce still wonders how you two seemed to end up in the same circles at galas and other events, but what caught his eye was the sudden shift in your business.

You used to manufacture weapons mainly for military use, but after you were missing for a few weeks that changed. When you got back you focussed on clean energy, helping the poor in Gotham and fixing the education system.

A lot of the upper class in Gotham thought you were nuts, you were extremely intelligent, driven, and sarcastic.

So how you and the brooding Bruce Wayne ended up together was a bigger mystery to most.

But you and Bruce had a close connection, you two were similar. Sometimes to the detriment of those around you.

Bruce would ask you opinions on “bat stuff” as you called it.

“Could you make it do this?”

“I’ll get right on that, right after pigs fly”

“You could’ve said no”

“There’s no fun in that”

You had a workshop in the mansion, one that would rival the Wayne tech enterprises labs, Bruce was impressed when you moved in and declared a wing for yourself.

You were protective of the ones you loved. when Bruce almost died, you went almost lost it. Trying to figure out ways to protect him and the boys and prevent them from having to leave.

“Honey you can’t always protect us”

“I want to protect the ones I can’t live without, and that’s you and the boys, I don’t know what I would do if I lost any of you”

After that talk, you made their body armor stronger, helped train them to be better. If you couldn’t stop them you would make sure they were undefeated

You were the life of a party, having some issues with drinking, and wanting to let loose after having to be so serious all the time.

I LOVE THIS IDEA I'm sorry if it's short

Genre: Fluff || Warnings: None || Characters: Batfam, Batsibling(Reader)

Honestly, not gonna lie, the first time you walk into the manor everyone is going to be kinda done with the punk attire

Tim especially is mentally like "oh great another alt sibling that's going to emotionally berate me"

But don't get me wrong, they all keep an open mind and are nice to you

Well, some are nicer than others

Dick, Steph, and Jason are more outgoing and immediately welcoming than the others

Jason just really admires your leather jacket tho tbh

Damian is already Fed Up™ with your extra attirée but per his father's request he's cordial with you though keeps his distance

Duke is about the most normal person in the house and he treats you normally

Though he's most hurt about your apparent hatred of him (besides dick that is but dick is dramatic about nearly everything)

But... The night they find you up in the kitchen changes everything...

You decided not to join in the extra curricular activities the rest of the family participates in at night. The idea of fighting crime gave you a bit of anxiety and not to mention you didn't have an inkling of proper training beyond punching a few bully's noses in. So, you found yourself alone in the ridiculously large manor, Alfred being downstairs aiding at the batcomputer. It was obvious the family was apprehensive about you and it twisted your insides knowing you came off as abrasive and unapproachable. Though granted, the rest of the family did too, but not to each other.

In your short time at the manor you observed how easy it was for them to talk with each other, to joke around and play fight. More than anything you wanted to join in but everytime you spoke your words and actions just came out wrong, making you sound angry rather than playful. To make up for the confused ill will you decided to make your new family a sort of offering.

The Wayne Manor kitchen was larger than anything you were accustomed to, but that just made it all the more fun! Your baker's heart was in absolute heaven at the sight of the four ovens and stand mixer. This was going to be a blast. And so, you set about making various treats, your music playlist bumping in the background, adding the perfect soundtrack to your escapades.

An hour later and you had a perfect batch of muffins and tray of chocolate chip cookies setting on the counter. That was just the beginning too as you slid the banana bread and second batch of cookies into an oven each. After reassuring yourself that it was definitely enough food, you set about cleaning up the kitchen a bit.

"What the- Oh, (Y/N), it's you," Jason's voice boomed through the kitchen, his first words worrying that he was readying to attack an intruder.

A few of the siblings trailed into the kitchen after him, Dick taking a moment to inhale deeply, "Mmmm, oh my god that smells good. I didn't know you bake!"

"You never asked," you replied flatly before mentally cursing yourself you were supposed to be nicer, "I uh, I made this stuff for you guys."

"Tch, for us? Why?" Damian scoffed and planted himself on a barstool behind the marble island.

You took the dish towel off the blueberry muffins and moved them onto a plate, "To thank you. I appreciate you accepting me into the family. And I wanted to show that..."

Behind you, Duke gently approached you and held his arms open for a hug, which you accepted happily, "(Y/N)! You didn't need to thank us! We're just happy you're here!"

"Shut up Duke! Holy fucking shit. You can bake as appreciation any time you want this is literally like god tier," Steph proclaimed as she savored the warm muffin in her mouth and you almost thought you saw tears in her eyes.

Jason wasn’t surprised when he was invited to have dinner at the Manor by Alfred, just like he always did whenever he and Bruce had one of those much-too-often-for-his-liking team ups. Except this time, the old butler was backed up by Red Robin himself - who can be a persuasive little shit. So, here he was...eating dinner with the Replacement, the Demon Spawn, Alfred, and the old man himself. 

Alfred’s homemade cooking was worth it. Just like it always was. Just like it always had been. 

Jason took a moment to stare down at his plate of spaghetti and meatballs while Tim and Damian bickered across from him. He could feel Bruce’s gaze trained cautiously on the side of his face, and Tim’s observant glances while he threw retorts back at the kid. But Jason couldn’t help it - it was Alfred’s spaghetti and meatballs...

He remembered being a scruffy little twelve year old, thrusting whatever he could into a hand stringed bag on the bed of his room. He remembered the guilt that weighed on the pit of his stomach when he hastily shoved knick knacks and china cups into the bag. But he was just a street kid back then; knowing that he didn’t belong in this world, he knew that he was going to get kicked out anytime soon, now that Dick Grayson was back. 

Dick had entered his room moments ago, mechanically plopping himself on the bed - and ontop of Jason. Jason had jolted upright, and ended up getting into a wrestling match with the stranger claiming that this was his room. On any other night, meeting Dick Grayson, or Nightwing would have made his jaw drop and his eyes pop out. But if there was one thing Jason learned on the streets - it was territory. 

When Alfred found them brawling all over the floor, he moved Jason out of the room with an exasperated sigh. 

(summary: your a new member of the bat family. After feeling compared to the rest of the family with their skills, and physical prowess you ask to be trained. )

“You call that a push up? Straighten your back out, come on.” Bruce commands as he paces behind you. Your arms are shaking as you tried to do as asked, sweet dripping along your brow.

You were trying to get into shape. Being part of the family now, your slight tum and lack of physical prowess really got highlighted by your new siblings.

Dick’s skills were the worst, he was so fit and tended to show off.

He wasn’t aware of how it made you felt of course.

“You’ve only done ten, you can keep going” Bruce reminded you.

How many could Tim do? You thought, knowing he was the least buff than the others. Gritting your teeth, you did another push up.

You had broken down into asking Bruce’s help when Damian made fun of you for struggling with keeping up at school and on the many stairs of the manor.

Boys tease, and this family’s bunch was no different. They rough housed, called eachother names, and messed with eachother. But Damian managed to push your buttons.

“13” you grumbled, your arms burning.

“Why bother training y/n, father.” Damian could be heard asking Bruce. Looking up you see the younger Wayne sitting on the bat computer watching you judgingly.

“Because y/n asked. Now go do something else please Damian.” Bruce says just as some sweet feel near your eyes. Frustrated you go for another pushup, just as your about to reach 15, your arms give out. Struggling to try and get back up, Bruce comes to your side.

“I think your done for today.” Bruce says as you can’t manage to do any more pushups.

“TT” Damian makes his trademark sound.

“No I can keep going.” you say but your need of help to get up said otherwise.

“Don’t push yourself.” Damian said as he walked off. You bit your lip as your frustration started to force itself threw in the form of tears.

“Hey y/n, you need to take a break. Your not going to get fit in one night. It takes time.” Bruce handed you a water bottle.

“But I can’t even manage 20 pushups. While the rest of you can do flips and fight crime an-” Bruce raises a hand the stop you.

“Do you know how long I trained?” Bruce asked the which you shook your head.

“At least 10 years” Bruce smiled. “And dick has been an acrobat since he could walk. Jason and Tim had to go threw extensive training for years to get to were you see them now, and their still training. While Damian was raised into training, and is still learning and working, dispute what he might say. And the girls are no different. ” Bruce explained before helping you onto your feet.

“So keep at it and do what you can at your own pace. It’s not a race.” Bruce patted your shoulder. You take a breath and nodded before drinking the water.