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Twelfth Prompt

kestral said: hmm jack sparrow! or…. drunk Dick/tim/and/or Jason ? XD

Ummm, so you’ll have to forgive me for this one but I may have just written a complete crack fic. You tell me. 8D;;;

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Tim didn’t care what anyone said.  Dick and Jason did the absolute best Will Turner and Jack Sparrow impressions of anyone he’d ever met.  Of course, that was possibly the alcohol in Tim’s system screwing with his better judgment.  It could also be the alcohol in Dick and Jason’s systems making them better actors.

 

Or it might just be a bizarre mixture from all of the above.

 

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Silent Nights

This was originally an anon ask box fic I gave to tealgeezus a while back and I decided now might be a good time for it to be posted, to help soothe the ache of the angst I just put up.

This is Bruce/Jason, though it’s pretty much just fluff, and I’m sure I can make you like it regardless of the pairing but, hey, to each their own.

Enjoy!

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Master Bruce was tossing in his sleep again.  Alfred observed quietly from the doorway as his charge’s mind tormented him, even in slumber.  It was not an irregular occurrence, but such a thing made it no less upsetting.  With a soft sigh, the butler turned, ready to go retrieve a glass of water and pain pills for the headache the man was sure to have upon waking.

 
When he was only a few feet down the hall, a soft, yet distinct click resonated in the silence, enough to give him pause.  Ears reaching for even the barest rustle, he finally picked up the unmistakable sound of feet touching down quietly on the wood flooring.  Alfred hardly breathed as he awaited Bruce’s sure awakening to deal with the intruder, but nothing came.
 
A deep frown marred his normally congenial features.  It was one thing to make it past the advanced security systems.  That could be chalked up to pure luck—amazing, once-in-a-lifetime luck, but luck nonetheless.  But to have the type of presence to not alert Master Bruce’s subconscious safeguards was nothing short of impossible, save for a single handful of people.
 
Carefully moving back towards the bedroom, Alfred mused briefly, Perhaps Master Richard is playing a prank.  More unusual things had happened in the manor.  Silent as a shadow, Alfred crept to the edge of the doorframe.  Breath held at the base of his throat, he peered around the corner, only to receive a startling shock.
 
Metallic red glinted sharply in the moonlight as gloved hands lifted it from a frighteningly familiar head.  Alfred tensed, watching Jason hesitate before setting the helmet on the empty nightstand.  When Bruce still didn’t wake up, the gravity in the room seemed to intensify around him as a focal point, but he continued to sleep fitfully beneath Jason’s frowning gaze.  Alfred was ready to spring when Jason reached forward, but he stopped himself when the young man only lightly grazed his fingertips across the sleeping man’s brow, brushing sweat-damp strands from his forehead.
 
Curious, Alfred watched as the former Robin knelt gently beside the bed, fingers delicately tracing over the deep furrow of Bruce’s eyebrows until it slowly began to lessen and smooth out.  The butler continued to observe in mute wonder as Master Bruce’s breathing steadied peacefully.
 
With a world-weary sigh of relief, Bruce rolled over to his stomach in his sleep, arm flopping over to close on top of Jason’s other hand.  Alfred stifled his amused smile at the way the young man stiffened, and his task was made even more difficult when Jason attempted to pull away and Bruce’s grip tightened immediately, drawing the redhead’s hand so far into him that it was tucked beneath his chest.
 
Jason looked absolutely mortified by the unexpected turn of events, and after a few minutes of strategic tugs and twists, he slumped against the mattress with an aggravated sigh of defeat.  Instead of fighting it any longer, Jason instead resumed his contemplative gazing at his former mentor.
 
Face lifting happily, Alfred turned away and proceeded down the hall.  Perhaps Master Jason would not be there in the morning, but there was hope for the next night.

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Eighth Prompt

OH my god this prompt!! It pulled my soul into tiny, itty bitty pieces and crushed them into dust. This thing turned into a nearly 3200 word monster and I’m actually quite pleased with it. I may have taken it in a slightly different direction than you expected, Anon, but I think you’ll like it anyway. <3

ANGST AHOY!!! Trigger warnings for all of you who (like me) get tiny little stabs of agony in your heart every time you think of Jason’s death.

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As a rule, Bruce was predictably unpredictable.  Everyone who knew him knew to expect that there was nothing they could do but to wait and see how any situation played out. Both Bruce and Batman had a tendency to surprise people, and even he sometimes didn’t know what to expect.  He liked to think that he played things by ear, though some may argue vehemently with that claim, considering the plethora of backup plans that he created for every feasible situation.  Bruce believed in the eventuality of everything; a true Murphy’s Law follower.  But planning was not something he considered predictable.  To plan for every possible outcome did not eliminate spontaneity.  It simply gave his spontaneity a firmer path.

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Seventh Prompt

This one was fun! 8D

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"Spatula, Master Timothy?" Tim glanced up from his schoolwork, eyes lighting up at the sight of the kitchen utensil offered before him.  It was coated in a thick layer of batter from the spice cookies Alfred had been preparing.  The man’s eyes were smiling; he always added extra to the spatula because he knew how much his charges enjoyed it.

"Absolutely."

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heartslogos:

ladymango:

brydzatardzi:

So… I found this on the net and instantly thought about Dick and Jason trying to be bros… mostly cause of red and blue shirts X”DDD
oh ima so fangirling right now OTL
plz somebody write ff cause it coul be epic /and if you do tell me about it cause I need some batbros fics right now/

DDDDDDDDDD: zomg it looks like something Dick would do!!!
FICS PLEASE

Somewhere off camera Tim is facepalming and Damian is going “tt, boring” and Steph is just like I WANNA JOIN and Cass is just “could do better”.

Then there’s Bruce just going “tone it down what if someone sees you”.

And Alfred is just “sirs I am not repairing any rips or tears that form from your adventures.”

HAVE A FIC 8D
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“Hey, Dickie-bird!  Look!”

The man in question turned to look back, a smile splitting his face as he saw Jason balancing precariously on the rope that was stretched across the canyon.  

“Looks good, but I’m still better at walking a tightrope than you’ll ever be.”

The joke caused everyone in the family to turn back, and Bruce nearly didn’t stop the roll of his eyes as he watched Jason start to egg Dick on.  The rope was meant to be used as a shimmy, hand over hand while hanging upside down.  But of course, how could he have truly expected it to be used properly with this family?

Tim came up next to him with a frown and shouted, “Guys, seriously?  This is supposed to be a normal vacation where we act like normal people.  Are you trying to give everyone anxiety?”

“Oh, relax, Tim.  It looks fun!” Steph cooed, her eyes alight with want, and it was quite obvious that she desperately wanted to join them. 

Dick laughed as Jason did a little spin on his toes.  They were all wearing free diving chutes but that didn’t make the action any less dangerous, and Tim’s fingers curled apprehensively as he watched the man face forward and wobble a bit.  Jason caught his balance though and his laughter was breathless, white fringe whipping over his forehead in the wind.

Practically skipping to the edge, Dick squatted down and, with a wink at his balancing brother, he flipped into a handstand, fingertips hanging over the side of the cliff. 

“Dick!” Tim took an unconscious step forward while Jason simply whooped.

Damian’s trademark –tt- of disdain sounded and his voice was equally so when he spoke.  “How boring.  Such feats are nothing but circus tricks.” Cassandra beside him was silent, as per usual, but she gave a short nod of agreement.  

“Tim is right, boys.  Bring it back a notch.” Bruce ordered, ignoring the scowl it earned him from Jason and the upside-down pout from Dick.  “This is an advanced trail, but it’s a designated one nonetheless.  We don’t need anyone coming upon us while the two of you are acting less than normal.”

“Might I be so bold as to add,” Alfred piped in, “that I will not be responsible for the repairs to any damage the two of you might retain from such frivolities.”

“Just come back here,” Tim insisted, though Steph’s enjoyment seemed to be getting to him, as his mouth was having a fairly difficult time not smirking as Jason’s scowl only became darker.

Dick seemed about to cave, and he glanced up to look at Jason.  The man on the rope stared at him for a minute before teal eyes flashed with rebellion.  With an innocent face that was fooling absolutely no one, Jason called out, “Oh dear, I seem to have lost my balance!  Whoops!” His arm dropped to his sides and he fell backwards with a wild grin, plummeting in a free fall towards the canyon.

Not half a second later, Dick shouted, “Don’t be afraid, Jason!  I’ll save you!” And proceeded to launch himself forward from the cliff with a battle cry of vast enjoyment, following swiftly after his younger brother.

Everyone rushed forward with mixed cries of surprise and amusement, though Bruce stood back, shaking his head.  The falling Bats’ shouts of thrill echoed up through the canyon, and he watched as Tim covered his face with a hand, apparently suffering a personal embarrassment in the place of his family while Stephanie hollered encouragement with a fist pumping in the air.

Placing a finger to his ear, Bruce muttered over the com-link, “Barbara, did you—”

“Got it covered, B.” Barbara’s tinny voice interrupted.  “I’ve been hacked into the Watchtower’s satellite system and recording since Jason said ‘look’.”

Bruce’s lips twitched. “Good.  It may prove entertaining to watch later.”

Barbara’s good-natured laugh responded.  “Just don’t turn it into some sort of training exercise.  I’m not sure too many people would approve of you throwing Robins and Batgirls off of cliffs under the guise of character building.” Contemplative silence greeted her jest, and she groaned.  “Don’t you dare.”

“Well, we’ll need to head back to the bottom to meet up with Dick and Jason anyway.”

“No, Bruce, that was not a suggestion.”

“Keep recording.”

“Damn it.”

heartslogos:

ladymango:

brydzatardzi:

So… I found this on the net and instantly thought about Dick and Jason trying to be bros… mostly cause of red and blue shirts X”DDD

oh ima so fangirling right now OTL

plz somebody write ff cause it coul be epic /and if you do tell me about it cause I need some batbros fics right now/

DDDDDDDDDD: zomg it looks like something Dick would do!!!

FICS PLEASE

Somewhere off camera Tim is facepalming and Damian is going “tt, boring” and Steph is just like I WANNA JOIN and Cass is just “could do better”.

Then there’s Bruce just going “tone it down what if someone sees you”.

And Alfred is just “sirs I am not repairing any rips or tears that form from your adventures.”

HAVE A FIC 8D

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“Hey, Dickie-bird!  Look!”

The man in question turned to look back, a smile splitting his face as he saw Jason balancing precariously on the rope that was stretched across the canyon. 

“Looks good, but I’m still better at walking a tightrope than you’ll ever be.”

The joke caused everyone in the family to turn back, and Bruce nearly didn’t stop the roll of his eyes as he watched Jason start to egg Dick on.  The rope was meant to be used as a shimmy, hand over hand while hanging upside down.  But of course, how could he have truly expected it to be used properly with this family?

Tim came up next to him with a frown and shouted, “Guys, seriously?  This is supposed to be a normal vacation where we act like normal people.  Are you trying to give everyone anxiety?”

“Oh, relax, Tim.  It looks fun!” Steph cooed, her eyes alight with want, and it was quite obvious that she desperately wanted to join them.

Dick laughed as Jason did a little spin on his toes.  They were all wearing free diving chutes but that didn’t make the action any less dangerous, and Tim’s fingers curled apprehensively as he watched the man face forward and wobble a bit.  Jason caught his balance though and his laughter was breathless, white fringe whipping over his forehead in the wind.

Practically skipping to the edge, Dick squatted down and, with a wink at his balancing brother, he flipped into a handstand, fingertips hanging over the side of the cliff.

“Dick!” Tim took an unconscious step forward while Jason simply whooped.

Damian’s trademark –tt- of disdain sounded and his voice was equally so when he spoke.  “How boring.  Such feats are nothing but circus tricks.” Cassandra beside him was silent, as per usual, but she gave a short nod of agreement. 

“Tim is right, boys.  Bring it back a notch.” Bruce ordered, ignoring the scowl it earned him from Jason and the upside-down pout from Dick.  “This is an advanced trail, but it’s a designated one nonetheless.  We don’t need anyone coming upon us while the two of you are acting less than normal.”

“Might I be so bold as to add,” Alfred piped in, “that I will not be responsible for the repairs to any damage the two of you might retain from such frivolities.”

“Just come back here,” Tim insisted, though Steph’s enjoyment seemed to be getting to him, as his mouth was having a fairly difficult time not smirking as Jason’s scowl only became darker.

Dick seemed about to cave, and he glanced up to look at Jason.  The man on the rope stared at him for a minute before teal eyes flashed with rebellion.  With an innocent face that was fooling absolutely no one, Jason called out, “Oh dear, I seem to have lost my balance!  Whoops!” His arm dropped to his sides and he fell backwards with a wild grin, plummeting in a free fall towards the canyon.

Not half a second later, Dick shouted, “Don’t be afraid, Jason!  I’ll save you!” And proceeded to launch himself forward from the cliff with a battle cry of vast enjoyment, following swiftly after his younger brother.

Everyone rushed forward with mixed cries of surprise and amusement, though Bruce stood back, shaking his head.  The falling Bats’ shouts of thrill echoed up through the canyon, and he watched as Tim covered his face with a hand, apparently suffering a personal embarrassment in the place of his family while Stephanie hollered encouragement with a fist pumping in the air.

Placing a finger to his ear, Bruce muttered over the com-link, “Barbara, did you—”

“Got it covered, B.” Barbara’s tinny voice interrupted.  “I’ve been hacked into the Watchtower’s satellite system and recording since Jason said ‘look’.”

Bruce’s lips twitched. “Good.  It may prove entertaining to watch later.”

Barbara’s good-natured laugh responded.  “Just don’t turn it into some sort of training exercise.  I’m not sure too many people would approve of you throwing Robins and Batgirls off of cliffs under the guise of character building.” Contemplative silence greeted her jest, and she groaned.  “Don’t you dare.”

“Well, we’ll need to head back to the bottom to meet up with Dick and Jason anyway.”

“No, Bruce, that was not a suggestion.”

“Keep recording.”

“Damn it.”

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Sixth Prompt

ailea said: dD; damian stealing dick’s shirts to sleep with because the scent is comforting and dick wondering where the heck they’re all going :D

Oh my gosh, my darling Ai-Pie, I don’t know what happened. This was supposed to be dD and somehow it became DickTim + Damian who sees Dick as a substitute father. I don’t know what happened, Tim was being just fine and proper and then he was all of the sudden “Let’s get naked!” and Dick was like, “YES.” DDDD8 I know you’re a multi-shipper but feel free to give me another Dick/Damian prompt if you want more of them as a romantic pairing. They were just demanding something completely different from me this time around.

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The window lifted soundlessly in the frame, a dark shadow stealing into the room on silent footsteps.  The figure in the bed remained deep in sleep, occasional snuffling muffled into a pillow.  The invader paused near a dresser, watching the sleeping man with intent caution.  Assured that the sleep was natural and not faked, the burglar turned and knelt to the ground, easing open the bottom drawer.  It stuck for a moment before sliding out with a loud squeak and the culprit winced, but the man in the bed only sighed heavily and rolled over onto his stomach.

Slumping in relief, the thief located the target and lifted it from the depths of the drawer, shutting it with much less noise, thankfully.  Ghosting back over to the window, the intruder squeezed through the opening, head shaking and muttering a quiet -tt- at the completely unconscious man inside sleeping through the robbery.  The window shut and the person disappeared into the night.

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Fifth Prompt

x-seamstress-of-words-x said: Fishnets!verse: Dick and Jason’s first meeting after the picture is sent with JayTim time squeezed in somewhere too.

So, guys, in case you weren’t aware, Hoodlum!verse is a pretty silly verse.  Jason and Tim have an unspoken invitation at the manor, and while their harsher methods aren’t approved of, them as people are accepted within the family.  So it’s an AU in that the Batfam is a bit more lenient where they’re concerned.  I’m developing headcanons as I go.

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Dick took him by surprise, which in ordinary circumstances, shouldn’t have happened, because the older man generally announced his presence.  But there had been no forewarning this time, and Jason ended up with a firsthand account of exactly why Dick Grayson was and always would be the Boy Wonder.  The fist met his jaw before he even realized Dick was there, and he was halfway through a curse when his vision blacked out and he lost consciousness. 

Dick stood over Jason’s slumped body with a dark scowl, cracking the knuckles on his hand.  “Nightwing.” Damian dropped silently beside him from the roof and stared at the passed out body.  “You didn’t bother to hold back.”

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Fourth Prompt

sporadicartsncrafts said: how about some fun alfred bein grandfatherly to his birds?

Umm, so I think maybe I might have failed this one too but it still turned out good, if i do say so myself. :3 I don’t actually have any experience with grandparents so it was difficult for me to picture what “grandfatherly” would be. I ended up writing Alfred being caretakery instead lol. And for some reason this became kind of inappropriate with the implied innuendo. XD;;;; Hope this is still okay!

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"Good morning, Alfred."
 
The butler turned away from the dishes he was drying, eyebrows raised in surprise when Tim’s unusually gravelly voice rolled into the kitchen with an air of lackluster effort.  A glance at the digital clock above the oven showed the time at nearly 11A.M.  “Good morning, indeed, Master Timothy.  Late night, I presume?” He watched Tim carefully lever himself onto one of the stools at the island countertop, being extremely cautious as he settled, and barely managing to contain a wince.  “A rough one, as well, judging by your demeanor and voice.”
 

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The Replacement (Part 6)

captainnaustralia:

So this has been a long, long time coming. I lied when I said I wouldn’t put Colin in I did it anyway, even though Damian isn’t even in it yet. Colin isn’t even Abuse yet. I just love Colin. And I think him and Jay would bond. So I made that happen. 

I’m just gonna apologize in advance for this. 

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) 

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ADORABLENESS. AND FLUFF.

AND POOR JASON WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP BEATING YOU UP YOU PRECIOUS BABY DDD8

I’m so happy you continued this.  This series was the first stuff I found of yours and what inspired me to follow you so I’m glad to see more. <3

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2/1 Happy Damian Waynesday (a day early 8D)

ahjareyn:

thenorwalkagent replied to your post:Plans for this morning:

I want to hear about laundry day at Wayne Manor~

Your wish is my command~!

Title: Laundry Day
Characters: Alfred, Damian, Dick, Jason, Tim
Word Count: ~1,050
A/N: Writing this story just landed me a potential job as a ghost writer if I decide to take it! 8O! I probably won’t because I’m a lazy s.o.b. but it’s a nice thought to start my morning. That aside, allow me to shamelessly advertise this fic by saying the the mental images it will (hopefully) give you make it completely worth reading.

Summary: Laundry day is something to be treated as an Olympic challenge at Wayne Manor…

Laundry Day

Living in a household with four boys, never mind that most of them were young men, had turned laundry day into something that was to be treated as a challenge of near-Olympic proportions. It was something that had left Alfred confused at first — sheets were being swapped, clothes buried and hidden in the oddest of places, and there were even a few occasions when one of the boys tried doing their laundry themselves.

Seeing as how he didn’t grow up with nearly as many siblings, or in such unique circumstances, Alfred chalked it up to being a byproduct of being raised by Bruce and simply didn’t question it as he went about his weekly quest of hunting down, reorganizing, and returning everyone’s clothing to its rightful owners.

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This is like…the most epic thing ever.

BRB LAUGHING FOREVER

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