So, let’s try an AU where the bats are complete isolationists.
I mean, they’ve had contact with the world outside Gotham and villains outside Gotham, but they’ve completely and totally avoided other heroes.
So, There’s a Justice League, but no Watchtower.
There’s a Teen Titans, but without the Robins.
There’s a Red Hood, but no Outlaws.
Tim’s Young Justice never existed because they just joined the Titans.
No one is allowed in Gotham - meta or not. Gotham is theirs.
So, you have all the other heroes and then you have the Bats.
And, frankly, the other heroes are a little wary of the bats. They have no idea who they are or what they’re capable of?
They’re from Gotham - they live in Gotham and take care of Gotham and Gotham is one of the most dangerous cities in America, if not the world. Gotham’s villains are crazy.
And if the bats are taking care of that, then they have to be… well, pretty dangerous. No one wants to cross them. And even though they want to find out what their powers are, no one wants to risk going into Gotham after that time Superman tried it and came out 5 minute later with a sliver of kryptonite embedded in his arm (just because no one knows about the bats, doesn’t mean the bats don’t now about everybody.)
And then comes the moment when the bats have to break their isolation.
Warning : I was drunk when I wrote this, just coming back from a friend place…I drunk two beers, and that’s enough for me to get drunk, how weak am I right ? It’s because I never drink…Anyway, that’s why this fic is shittier than usually blahblahblah it’s all fun and game until blahblahblah I thought about not writing this and posting it, but then I promised two stories for tonight so still did it and I’m an idiot yes thank you very much. Look how great Bruce looks down there. Damn hottie. DAAAAAAMN HOTTIE.
Decided to group two requests, because the two together inspired me. So here for a shy reader, newly a Justice League member, intimidated by the Bat. As usual, feedbacks are very welcome, hope you’ll like it :
No matter what people could say, how many arguments against it they had, and how much they were sceptic about it…it wouldn’t change your mind. You strongly believed in Destiny.
Because it was impossible only coincidences brought you were you were now…in the Justice League’s headquarters !
It wasn’t a coincidence that your path crossed Billy Batson’s, aka Shazam, one of the most powerful superhero in the World (though he was barely ten years old), and that you ended up adopting him.
It wasn’t a coincidence that you so happen to be a meta-human too, being able to manipulate the four elements.
It wasn’t a coincidence that your son got noticed by the Justice League, nor was it a coincidence either that soon, the leaguers discovered he was only a ten year old boy in the body of a grown ass man (when he used his powers) and therefor, discovered that he had a mom…you. Who almost grilled Superman because you thought he wanted to hurt your boy.
You believe strongly in Destiny, because hell, if all those chain of events were just coincidental, then wow…It just didn’t make sense. It was just too good to be true you know ? From your first meeting with four years old Billy to now, sitting in the League’s headquarter, in fucking Space !
The first one you met was Batman, and damn that guy was intimidating…But when he spoke to you, and when he congratulated you to have raised such a good boy as Billy, something weird happened in your heart.
At first, you pegged it for a stupid teenage like crush. Like the slight infatuation you’d have on the most popular boy in school, or on a teacher, knowing damn well you’d never have a chance with them. But then…Then it was more than that. The more you saw and talked to him, the more you had…feelings stirring in your belly and such.
Destiny. You strongly believed in it.
So, when you started to fall for the Bat, you decided it was also Destiny…Only, sometimes fate could be a bitch, and would destin you to be a sad miserable human being. Because there was absolutely NO chance that you’d ever get with a guy like Batman, he was way out of your league.
Lyrics: Beat our guest, beat our guest, Slam a bat into their chest Stuff a rock into a sock and turn their face into a mess Break their arms, break their face, pop a socket out of place unleash all the hidden fury you’ve suppressed! They’ll find it hard to plead, when they profusely bleed all down their vest- I don’t jest! They’re too toothless to protest! Beat our guest, beat our guest, beat our guest!
Batfamily React to Kids Dressed As Their Superhero Personas Headcanon
Request from: Anonymous Request: “Headcanons for Batfam’s reactions to kids wearing their superhero personas as costumes?” Warnings: Some swearing. A/N: I’m sorry to say that this still isn’t everyone who falls under the category of the Batfamily, because I still don’t know how to exactly go about their character.
The first time it happened, he was a little surprised. Mainly because the first time it happened, he was sure he still wasn’t very well known or liked at that point in time.
He was flattered, if not a bit concerned.
After it kept happening, it got to the point where he wasn’t entirely sure what he was feeling. Touched? Honored? Pride?
One thing he was sure of, it definitely helped him when he was feeling particularly upset or discouraged as Batman– it was obvious that if little kids looked up to him then he needed to solve every and any problem no matter how hard or long it took.
If he manages to see a kid dressed as him while he’s out as Batman, He’ll purposefully glide over them or use his grapple or something to grab their attention so that he can wave at them with a very rare smile.
He gets really excited when he sees some kid running around with a Nightwing costume. It’s as though the child’s energy is contagious, and he finds himself nearly bouncing on the walls with how happy he gets.
“Look! Look! Look! Look! Look at that Trick-or-Treater!”
“We see him, Dick.”
“He’s dressed like me! Nightwing me!”
“We see that, Dick.”
“He’s a tiny, adorable me!”
“We know, Dick.”
You best believe Nightwing himself pays them a visit to give them high-fives, hugs, and definitely take selfies with them.
The first time he sees some kid dressed as Red Hood, he does a double-take– and then a quadruple-take.
He’s having this pure moment of What the fuck?
It completely just boggles his mind and he feels an overwhelming sense of emotions.
So of course, the first thing he does is shove it in Bruce’s face.
“You’re not the only hero in Gotham anymore, old man!”
“Jason what are you talking ab–”
“I’m that kid’s hero!”
It’s then that he finally acknowledges that yes this kid looks up to him to the point the kid wants to be him.
“Holy fuck, I’m that kid’s hero. Fuck, now I need to have set standards!”
If a mini-Red Hood meets the real Red Hood, he’ll stay and chat with them for awhile. The kids never expect the Red Hood to be so soft spoken, but they still think he’s cool nonetheless.
She’s very confused at first, and asks why a child is attempting to impersonate her.
When she’s explained about dressing up for Halloween, it’s a very heartwarming feeling for her.
She’s humbled to know that she’s an inspiration to people out there.
If she’s on patrol and she sees a miniature version of herself, she will be happy to give them a hug or high five.
She gets fairly excited, kind of like Dick.
Just knowing that with all of the effort and hard work she put in made so much of an impact that even little Trick-or-Treaters looked up to her makes her really happy.
She’ll also attempt to give anyone dressed up as Spoiler all of the candy they have; in other words, she’s the one to go to if you want tons of candy.
If she’s out and about in her gear, she’ll approach them and talk with them while simultaneously taking pictures with them and such.
She’ll also argue with everyone else that her little Spoilers are cuter than any other mini-superhero.
The first time he saw a little Red Robin walking around, he was pretty sure he was either sleeping or hallucinating from lack of sleep.
Jason teased him that it was a good thing the kid didn’t know that his hero was a college student who lived off of coffee and poptarts.
Even after time, when there were more kids dressing up as Red Robin, he was still really confused as to why they wanted to dress up as him.
If he met one while he’s was scouting the area, he’d feel free to talk with them for a little while and maybe take a picture or give them a high five. He also would hope they couldn’t tell he was at a loss of how to handle the situation.
There have already been kids dressing up as the Boy Wonder since Dick was Robin– but Damian did not know that.
The first time he sees some kid dressed up as Robin, he only looks at him for a second or two before marching to Bruce and yelling at him because Father I have been following all of your demands– I have not maimed anyone in months, you can’t do this–
He gets a little embarrassed when he’s told that the kid wasn’t the new Robin, but just someone who had dressed up as Robin for Halloween.
He’s not entirely sure how to feel about people dressing up as him, so he opts to just kind of ignore them.
The only times he doesn’t ignore them is when he’s out on patrol and they just so happen to cross paths– he “begrudgingly” talks to them, but refuses to take pictures or high five.