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Angela McCoy’s Backstory

Sept 16th 2025

8:30pm

Angela walked back to her dorm, avoiding the girls in the hallway in hopes of not having to talk to any of them. Invisible. That’s what she was, Angela like it that way. It was comfortable not have to worry about being on everyone’s minds. Sure it meant she didn’t really have friends and that she didn’t go to parties or well anywhere for that matter but she was fine.

Walking inside she closed the door and made a beeline for the desk, putting her newest sticker in its place on her laptop she smiled. Angel loved her stickers, she often collected different ones but her favorites were her Spider-Man stickers. She loved the different spider men and women and their suits, she’d even started making her own. Not that it was any good yet but It definitely was something. She changed out of her wretched uniform into one of her favorite hoodies and leggings.

She hated being in the dorms, way to loud for her liking so she grabbed headphones and left hands in her pockets. She walked to who knows where, doing something similar everyday.

Angela liked walking to her hearts content, it let her clear her head, it helped her think. How did she get here? One day she’s down at Manhattan middle the next she’s at this fancy boarding school. She doesn’t really fit in and all her old friends live in her neighborhood. She only visits on the weekends and then her mom drives her back to visionary. Not that she wanted to go back.

Soon enough she’d come across a patch of wildflowers. Making a bouquet of Aster, Yarrow, Columbine and Chicory she failed to notice the mouse spider that crept up her thigh. The spider moved slowly, staying out of her peripheral vision it climbed up her sleeve. Up, up, up it went, crawling into her hoodie it bit her. “What the hell?” She muttered as she slapped her neck, killing the spider with relative ease. Rubbing her neck and grimacing at her hand she stood up and tied her bouquet with a hair tie she found in her pocket. “I can give these to Esther.” She mused, knowing the old woman would love the gift.

Starting on her way to miss Esther’s house she ignored how odd she felt. Knocking on the door she put on her best smile, she wasn’t unhappy often she just didn’t smile much. Where’s that beautiful smile of yours hunny? Miss Esther would ask. The kind elderly woman opened the door “Angel my love how are you?” The woman cocked her head and smiled her kind smile. Miss Esther is Angela’s current guardian, she’s had atleast three but they didn’t like her much.

As angel walked inside as could smell the okra in the kitchen. That’s weird she thought. Okra doesn’t smell that strong. She brushed it off, ignoring the odd sensation her other senses seemed to be going through. After an hour the throbbing of her head, the strong smells, loud noises and bright lights she said her goodbyes and ran back to visionary. she just needed to take some Tylenol and go to bed, she’d be alright in the morning.

***The next morning***

Sept 17th 2025

6:15am

“Mnn..” she groaned as she rolled over, entangling herself more in her comforter. Angela swatted the alarm off the desk and rubbed her eyes, pulling herself from the bed she noticed her roommate Diane wasn’t there. Must’ve left already she shrugged. Putting on her uniform she noticed that her shirt seemed..bigger? Odd. Still she put it on and went about her day, grabbing her backpack she walked out of the room and down the hall.

Noticing her crush she smiled a little “maybe I should say hi.” She mumbled as she hyped herself up and went over “Marcus! Hi- um how are you today?” She cringed at how awkward she sounded talking to him. Marcus smiled at her “hey ange long time no see huh? I’m good what about you? Still collecting stickers?” Marcus remembered her stickers! That’s so sweet, Angela and Marcus went to grade school together. They were the best of friends, but Angel Isn’t very good at keeping stable friendships. They drifted apart and she stopped talking to him, it was to embarrassing honestly.

As always the conversation short and sweet, Marcus waved goodbye and went to leave only for angel to grab his shoulder. “Is something wrong ange?” He tried to pull away but to no avail as she was dragged along with him. “No I just wanted to ah-..” she went quiet as she struggled with removing her hand from his jacket. The two continued to struggle, growing more frustrated and embarrassed as time progressed before finally Marcus yanked away hard enough to rip his jacket sleeve. The two teenagers said nothing as they walked separate directions.

She ran to the roof, not knowing where else to go. Climbing the stairs she’d heard her name yelled, looking back her eyes widened a yelp ripped from her as she ran. “Go away go away go away go away!” She repeated as she ran, making it out she slammed the door and locked it.’

(This is an excerpt from my notes I hope it's good!)

I am still waiting, Hishe…

Kal: Bruce, there you are — what in the world?

Bruce: Hey Kal.

Kal: Who are all these kids?!

Bruce: My Bat Family. I’m a dad now.

Kal: Since when?!

Bruce: Since 1940. Try to keep up.

Kal: I thought it was just the one! Hi, Nightwing.

Dick: Hi Superman! Yeah, I have siblings now.

Kal: And how’s that working out?

Dick: Most of us have died at least once.

Kal: …What?

Bruce: Hey Kal, check it out. This one’s super smart, and we have matching coffee mugs.

Tim: :)

Bruce: This one…

Cass: …

Bruce: Actually, this one scares me. And this one glows in the dark! Heheh!

Duke: :D

Kal: I can see that…

Damian: Father, I’m hungry. When are we having dinner?

Bruce: How many criminals have you caught today?

Damian: *holds up three villains* Is this sufficient?

Bruce: Eh, it’s good enough. Here. *tosses him a tofu hotdog, like just the dog part* Keep working on it. Three more and you get the bun.

Kal: *horrified silence*

Dick: Hmph! When I was Robin, I could catch at least five criminals before dinner.

Tim: Oh my gosh, Dick, no one cares!

Jason: No one cares about anything in this stinkin’ family. Where were you all when I died, huh?!

Everyone: *groan*

Damian: Quit being such a drama queen, Todd! It’s not like losing your life is the end of the world!

Tim: Yeah!

Damian: You shut up. The only thing you’ve ever lost is your spleen.

Duke: And his parents.

Everyone except Damian: *parental trauma* AH!

Bruce: I told you never to mention that!

Kal: I can’t believe what I’m watching… Does Alfred know about this?!

Bruce: Yeah, totally, he’s cool with it.

Kal: *narrowing his eyes* I have a very hard time believing that.

Bruce: Well, he works for me, so shut up.

Kal: What about Catwoman?! Does Catwoman know about this?!

Bruce: *nervous* Um… well…

Damian: *suspicious* Who’s Catwoman?

Bruce: *very nervous* No one.

Dick: Oh, he is so dating Catwoman!

Tim: Why didn’t you tell us?!

Jason: What if we don’t want a step-mom, huh?!

Bruce: Woah, hold on now —

Duke: Look, you’re upsetting Batgirl!

Cass: …

Bruce: Alright, that’s enough! We’re not gonna talk about this anymore! Because —

Everyone: *annoyed* — you’re Batman!

Bruce: No! Because I said so! …And also, yes, because I’m Batman! Cause Batman says so!

Kal: *smirking* More like because you’re Bat-Dad.

Bruce: >:(

Kal: And hey, where’s Barbara? I thought she was Batgirl?

Bruce: *nervous* She was…

Kal: …Bruce, what did you do?

Dick: Oh, don’t worry, Superman, Barbara’s fine.

Kal: Oh, thank goodness.

Jason: She’s just paralysed from the waste down.

Kal: Bruce!

Bruce: It wasn’t my fault! She’s not even technicially my kid!

Kal: Bruce…

Bruce: Oh, don’t you “Bruce” me. I’ll “Bruce” you… “Bruce” you in the face.

Kal: Okay, that’s it, you are not allowed to find any more sidekicks starting right now!

Bruce: *holding up Harper* What about this one?

Kal: No!

Bruce: *holding up Spoiler* This one still has a parent — I can just be a mentor.

Kal: No!

Bruce: Well, gee, Kal, what am I supposed to do with all the orphans in Gotham, then, huh?!

Kal: Do you hear yourself right now?

Bruce: I have a system, Kal!

Kal: That’s it! There’s only way to solve this!

*Superman grabs Batman, and they fly off*

*Batman then appears on the couch in Therapist Spider-Man’s office from Across the Spider-Verse*

Therapist Spider-Man: Would you say you carry any trauma from your childhood?

Batman: *leans over* Do I have a story for you.

when jason died, they buried him with the possessions that he carried on him all the time. there was a pocket knife tucked into his sock, the bracelet on his wrist from catherine that he never took off, a tangled pair of earbuds in his back pocket, and, in the top pocket of his jacket, the cellphone that bruce bought for him after he was adopted.

that cellphone stayed with jason in his grave. went with him when he dug his way out. somehow stayed on his person when he was taken by the league, and he managed to convince talia to let him keep it throughout all his training.

he doesn’t know why, maybe as a grief thing or maybe just because bruce forgot and it’s not like the bill effected him in any way, but he never stopped paying jason’s phone bill. his number’s still active, still working after all this time. even weirder, but dick started adopting the tradition of adding his dead brother’s phone number to each and every family group chat any of them created after ethiopia. again, jason doesn’t know why. maybe it was dick’s way of carrying his memory with them; including him in family conversations even if they all thought the number was connected to a long buried phone in the pocket of a long dead boy.

the point is that jason wasn’t dead any more. and all throughout his time at the league, he gets to watch the family chats. the mission statuses, the arguments, the rapid spiral every chat went through where they started off using it as a serious bat communication centre only for dick or tim to send a meme and instantly spiral into nothing but chaos that bruce would neither take part in or attempt to stop. jason spectates it all, always fingering the keypad but never actually typing out a message. he came close when there was a heated debate between steph and dick about the best donut types and he knew they were both absolutely fucking wrong, but luckily tim came in to educate them on the right choice last second and jason was saved from having to reveal himself.

the closest call was when little damian got a hold of his phone, attracted to the bright colours of the block game jason had been absently playing out of boredom while ra’s droned on about whatever had pissed him off that day. he’d let the kid play, sat on his lap and eagerly jabbing at the screen, and jason had only looked away for at most a minute before he’d turned back to find the screen open on the family chat, damian having accidentally clicked on the camera button and taken a selfie of the two that he’d been about to send through. luckily, jason deleted it in time, but he became much more careful about letting the kid play with his shit after that.

this is all just a long winded explanation and backstory for and au i think would be funny where jason’s reveal is literally just him deciding to fuck with his family by randomly dropping in through text like:

-in the chat-

bruce: status report.

dick: hungry :( but good!

steph: seconded, im fine

tim: drug bust went to plan, on way back to cave uninjured

cass: ^ same answer

babs: everything seems calm from what i can tell

jason: a little claustrophobic but the coffin’s kinda homely so ig no complaints from me

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Praying you work for me magic bagel PLEASE 🙏🏾🙏🏾

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

Alfred felt as though it was incredibly inappropriate for a butler to accompany his young master to any sort of gala or gathering so Bruce had to get used to being by himself very quickly at a young age

Due to being left all alone when he would usually be with his parents, Bruce was put in increasingly unsafe situations over and over. Most of the time, there was no safe adult for him to feel comfortable enough telling. And if there was, how would he know they were safe?

He could tell Alfred, but what good would that do? Alfred has told him time and time again that he is his employee, nothing more and nothing less. Alfred cannot help him. Alfred cannot save him

Alfred doesn’t want to

I believe that at a very early age, due to how most of the socialites and rich people are in Gotham, Bruce had to get used to unwanted stares, touches, and advances

And he’s so pretty. He’s been so pretty ever since he was small, even with his parents alive they had to work hard to keep him safe. To keep others away. To draw a hard line in the sand for what is acceptable and what is not. But now they’re gone and he’s trying to keep himself safe. But people always want to touch, take, possess, and destroy pretty things

But all of his children are pretty too.

With all of his kids he makes sure that they’re as safe as can be, unlike how it was with him

The first time that he brings Dick to a gala, he holds the boy the entire time. Dick’s face is mostly tucking into Bruce’s suit jacket, shielding him from the flashes of the paparazzi and unwanted stares. Especially with his ‘exotic’ heritage of being Romani… it’s a recipe for disaster in Gotham

Bruce refuses to let a single person touch Dick, even socialites that he trusts. He knows how quickly someone you trust can turn on you once they realize you’re vulnerable.

He keeps Jason by his side as well. Gotham high society hates anyone who didn’t grow up rich. If he’s not by Jason’s side, he makes sure Dick is. Dick can now fend for himself, but Bruce always makes sure they’re in his line of sight.

Tim has been to these parties before, and considering how negligent his parents were… Bruce makes sure to tell Tim that he would never be mad at him for anything that happened and he is not to blame. That adults should have protected him and saved him. He tells Tim all the things he wished someone had told him when he was younger. They hug and cry about it.

He’s always so thankful that Stephanie never wanted to go to galas as mean as it makes him sound. She never had to be subjected to the cruelties of adults who had no business leering after young girls. Now that she’s older and sometimes pops in if Tim’s going, Bruce knows that they’ll protect each other.

Cass is strong and smart, but she’s also very very new to this life and more vulnerable than the rest of his kids. Bruce wishes he could give her a sense of normalcy. It’s just another thing that’s he failed at.

He knows that if push came to shove, like the rest of his children, she would not hesitate to defend herself. But there should be no shove. She shouldn’t have to. Bruce dances with her all through the night every time she decides to grace a gala with her magnificent presence. It keeps her happy, it keeps her away from harm

His youngest baby is a fire cracker, ready to take on anyone and anything that could possibly be perceived as a threat to him and his family. As much as his other babies joke that he keeps Damian nearby to stop him from stabbing people, he doesn’t want anyone to look at Damian.

Damian is barely older than he was when he returned back to Gotham high society. The only difference is that Damian now has him and all of his siblings. It’s still hard to let go, even if he knows his children are there to keep an eye on everything

Duke is very similar to Jason in more ways than one, epically since he was also born on the ‘poorer’ side of Gotham that most elites loathe unjustly. He’s seen it before, even with high standing black families. Being suddenly accused of stealing a watch or pickpocketing an expensive pearl necklace. Lives ruined simply because of the color of their skin

Nothing like that will ever happen to Duke in his presence. Bruce knows he can’t protect Duke from all the racism in the world, but man if he doesn’t want to try

Bruce has never let his family deal with his issues. He believes he’s simply not worth the trouble. So whenever he gets hit on at galas in ways that make him uncomfortable he just fakes a smile. When he feels unfamiliar hands touching him and grabbing at his body, he fakes more smiles and leans into if there are too many people watching.

Just as he’s about to make an excuse, any kind of excuse to finally get away and take a breather, Dick suddenly pops up in front of him while he feels Jason and Duke slide up behind him, pushing away the elites that had circled him

Bruce makes a soft confused sound, trying to figure out what was happening, but then Damian’s tugging on his sleeve and he already has his baby in his arms. The whirlwind that is Tim and Steph together sweep him away from the confused group of elites.

The group makes their way back over to where Cassandra is smiling expectantly, giggling softly at the confused expression on Bruce’s face.

“Dance with me?” She requested softly, knowing that Bruce would never refuse her. Bruce squeezes Damian to his chest before handing him over to Tim, which Damian surprisingly doesn’t protest

Bruce takes Cassandra’s hand and they dance around the ballroom floor with ease, over and over one of Bruce’s children came and swept him away before anyone else could get the chance

“Don’t worry, we got you Dad.” Dick smiled softly as Bruce spun him around before being passed over to Stephanie and Damian.

“I know.” Bruce chuckled, feeling so safe for the first time in a long time. “I know.”

Random Funny Batman… Stephanie and Duke Sass the Joker

siigh

Bruce:

Dick:

Dick: what do you have in mind old man, you’re scaring me

Bruce: Wally has children.

Dick:

Dick: I am perfectly aware of that-

Bruce: three kids. Almost old as you were when you started crime fighting.

Dick:

Bruce: I want grandchildren Dick. I want you married. Barry has grandchildren, Diana had grandchildren, Oliver fuckin’ Queen has grandchildren. I better have them before Jon Kent marry.

Dick: Jesus Christ…