The Batfam Clocked That Something Might Up Regarding Jason’s Death Because When Damian Came To Gotham

See. The problem with going through kinkmemes - beyond the earlier mentioned - is that there are really awesome ideas.

Ideas I wish to write.

Star Wars prompt! So there are several Jedi with specific force-granted powers through the unifying or living force. Mace with shatterpoints, etc. But what about someone like Obi-Wan, whose connection was to the Unifying but was trained in the Living by his master? The manifestation of Force abilities as something that is related to both halves of the force, such as seeing auras, etc? (sorry for incoherency)

i did some googling and a lot of thinking; considered and disregarded several options and ended up with this weird little thing:

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The Batfam definitely has a group chat called "Official Mission Communications ONLY" that Bruce created with the strictest instructions about its purpose.

It lasted exactly 12 hours before Dick sent a meme.

Now it's just chaos, but Bruce never leaves because secretly it's how he keeps tabs on everyone.

Every few weeks he'll respond to 74 messages of nonsense with a single "Focus." and everyone behaves for approximately 5 minutes.

The real mission communications happen in individual texts directly to Bruce, who feels a tiny spark of relief each time his phone pings with "OFFICIAL MISSION CHAT (217 unread messages)" because it means they're all still alive enough to be annoying.

Occasionally in the middle of arguments about cereal rankings and who stole whose equipment, Bruce will just type "Status?" and everyone immediately responds with their location and condition. No one ever comments on this ritual, but everyone participates without fail.

Even Jason, who once replied "bleeding out in an alley but the cereal argument is worth it" which resulted in five vigilantes converging on his location in under three minutes.

The most treasured screenshot in Tim's blackmail folder is from the one time Bruce accidentally sent "proud of you all" at 3:42 AM after a particularly rough night. No one has ever mentioned it directly, but Damian has it printed and hidden in his sketchbook.

They may be fully trained vigilantes, but they are also brother's at the core.

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

I feel like Jason and Damian would play DnD together and it started at their time in the League. I believe with my whole soul that Jason is just a big nerd, so I think it'd be cute if he showed Damian how to play DnD so he could use his imagination by playing a "childish game" (Damian's words).

When Damian joins the family, they think that he's sneaking out because he doesn't feel comfortable in their home yet, but really he's just meeting up with Red Hood every Thursday to continue their campaign.

Now, nobody knows of their weekly hang outs, even after Jason reconnects with the family. Not even Tim, who is also a huge nerd and has been begging Dick to play DnD with him for years and being constantly be turned down.

Eventually, Jason and Damian are setting up their game and Tim walks in on them.

Tim:

Jason: "It's not what it looks like?"

Tim: *Takes a deep breath* "Are.. are you playing DnD?"

Jason:

Damian: "It's a perfectly acceptable thing to-"

Tim: "YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING DND THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU NEVER THOUGHT TO INVITE ME??"

Jason: "Uh-"

Tim: "I've been begging- ABSOLUTELY BEGGING Dick to do a campaign with me. I've been rejected too many times to count-"

So now, every Thursday, Jason, Damian, and Tim gather round to play DnD.

AU where in order to be able to secretly hang out with his favourite league bro, after he gets to Gotham Damian creates a second secret identity which is literally just him in a voice modulated motorcycle helmet so he can be Red Hood’s occasional sidekick without the bats knowing it’s him, except the issue is that Damian has a lot of ‘old man’ energy surrounding him. from his weirdly mature posture, his manner of speaking, to the odd knowledge he possesses that a child of his age should NOT have; when you can’t see any part of his head, theres pretty much nothing pointing towards the fact that he’s a little kid. this leads to Hood’s subordinates instantly assuming that Hood’s sidekick is not, infact, a child, but instead a very small man/somebody with some kind of dwarfism.

Jason honestly isn’t sure whether or not he should correct his men, because on one hand its kinda funny to watch Damian awkwardly interact with this group of people who clearly think he, like them, is some 30yr old geezer with a possible wife and kids at home, not to mention its a secret identity for a reason he doesn’t want to leak information for no reason-

but on the other hand they keep offering his kid brother beers and cigarettes. which.

Goon: hey man, you see the game last night? fucking wild.

Damian, spent last night letting Tim teach him how to play with Pokémon cards but doesn’t want to seem immature: …yes. i did, indeed, watch that game.

Goon 2: fucked up that that last play wasn’t called out; the bar practically rioted. hey you should come with us next week for the next game, let us buy you a beer or somthin. Hood tags along with us sometimes, should be fun!

Damian:

Jason, struggling not to laugh:

Damian:

Damian: i have prior engagements.

Goon 1: haha, let me guess, your s/o dont want you out late?

Damian:

Damian, leaning in to Jason to whisper: what… what is an ‘s/o’

Jason, coughing to cover laughter: they uh, they think you got a wife or a husband waiting for you at home.

Damian:

Damian, turning back to the goons: i… have no idea what to say right now.

Jason: *pats him on the shoulder* alright buddy, you go finish up the weapons shipment, dont worry.

Jason to the goons, after Damian leaves: recently divorced, sore subject.

the goons: *empathetic hums of understanding*

~

Goon: here man, have a drink to take home with ya *tries to pass Damian a bottle of whiskey*

Damian: um.

Damian: *slowly edging forward to hesitatingly take the bottle, for lack of knowing what else to do*

Jason, bellowing from across the warehouse: OI!

Damian: *freezes, bottle in hand*

Goon:

Damian:

Damian: *slowly, ashamed, passes the bottle back*

Jason: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT.

Goon: uhm…

~

Goon: hey, boss? why wont you let the new guy drink?

Jason:

Jason, doesn’t want to out Damian’s identity: he’s a recovering alcoholic. im his sponsor.

Goon:

~

Damian, on the way back to Jason’s apartment: Todd.

Jason: mm?

Damian: one of your men asked if i had any chiropractor reccomendations for back pain.

Jason: *bites lip*

Damian: how old do they think i AM?

Jason:

Jason: i may have implied somewhere in your fifties.

Damian:

Damian: WHY WOULD-

Jason: IT SEEMED FUNNY.

Headcannon that Alfred has a secret Instagram account. He just posts about the insane household accidents at Wayne Manor with literally no context. 

His most popular post is simply captioned "Master Tim set the kitchen on fire attempting to make toast. Again."

Somehow, the account has over 500,000 followers of people growing increasingly invested.

His other popular posts include:

Muddy footprints acrross a gorgeous ceiling: “I have many questions about how Master Jason's boot prints came to be on the ceiling of the east wing corridor. He refuses to explain beyond claiming it was 'definitely Tim's fault' and that 'gravity was being unreasonable today.' Master Bruce has requested I not ask further questions.”

A photo of numerous coffee mugs hidden in bizarre locations: "The ongoing archaeological expedition to retrieve Master Tim's forgotten coffee cups continues. Today's discoveries included one inside a houseplant, two behind the grandfather clock, and one inexplicably on the chandelier."

A broken window with an arrow through it: "Master Damian's archery practice has once again violated our agreement about 'appropriate indoor activities.' Master Bruce has been informed."

A ceiling covered in colorful splatters: "Master Dick insisted his acrobatic skills would allow him to carry an entire birthday cake while performing a triple somersault. The ceiling disagrees."

An image of a completely disassembled grandfather clock with parts meticulously arranged on the floor: "Master Barbara asked for the time. Master Timothy decided the clock was 'running 0.002 seconds slow' and required immediate intervention. Dinner will be delayed until the main entrance is passable again."

The east wing covered in rubber ducks: “Master Dick claimed it was 'for science.' When pressed further, admitted it was retaliation for Master Jason's previous week's glitter bomb incident. Have scheduled additional therapy sessions for all parties involved.”

Alfred never mentions Batman or vigilante activities, but the posts are so outlandish people straight up have conspiracy theories about them.

Follower: "Time travelers. It's the only explanation for how they survive. They redo the timeline when things go wrong."

@ ManorMishaps: "If time travel were involved, I would hope they'd prevent incidents rather than merely surviving them. The toaster budget alone would benefit from such intervention."

Follower: "Alien research facility. The purple slime? The color-changing ceiling? ALIENS." 

@ ManorMishaps: "I believe you've been watching too many science fiction programs. Though I must admit the ceiling phenomenon continues to baffle our contractor."

Follower: "These are clearly stunt performers for action movies. No normal family could cause this much property damage." 

@ ManorMishaps: "An interesting theory. However, I've yet to see any of our incidents recreated in Hollywood. They lack the imagination."

Follower: "Wait, is that a BATARANG in the background of the third pic???" 

@ ManorMishaps: "I believe you're seeing the shadow of an unusually shaped serving spoon. Nothing to see here."

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Dc x Dp prompt

so we all know the trope of Danny going to Gotham getting sprayed by joker venom or fear gas and instead it works like laughing gas, truth serum, or doesn’t affect him at all because ghost metabolism. Well riddle me this, what if fear gas and joker venom were ghost alcohol.

So we know that in the Dp universe some ghosts feed on emotion, and fear gas and joker venom trigger certain emotions. So what if in the ghost zone fear gas and joker venom are rare sought after alcohol, that is only sold in the top ghost zone bars.

Just Imagine on day Danny decides to visit Gotham wether it be a ghost attack or him trying to take a vacation, anyway Fenton luck hits and the city gets doused in fear toxin because scarecrow is testing out his latest batch of fear toxin on the people of Gotham. Danny seeing everyone scared jumps into action and defeats scarecrow. While getting shot in the face with fear toxin witch is like tossing back 5 vodka shots.

when the Batfam arrives they see a twig of a boy tying up scarecrow and his goons. So naturally Batman asks what happened.

Batfam: what happend did you do this

Danny drained of adrenaline: Nnnooooo???

Batman: who are you

Danny drunk of his feet: I am the night, I am vengeance, I am bat babe

batfam: *snort* been a while since we heated that one

Danny: wanna see a magic trick *hick*

Danny stumbling into a wall: tada I walked right through. Hehehe

Batfam watching in disbelief: is he drunk

Everyone looking towards Black Bat:…

Black Bat: 😡😤😒 *looks towards Danny* you okay??

Danny blushing brighter then a tomato: *hick* your so pretty, will you marry me?

batfam: WHAT!?!?!