hunting manor

Younger Batsis reader x Batfam: The Talk

A/N: Let’s say Bat-Sis is quite young and naïve in this part, I mean I didn’t learn about this until I was 9.
Okay, I just thought this would be really funny to write so here goes.

Imagine asking your older brothers and Bruce what the birds and the bees mean.

Warnings: Mentions/descriptions of sexual intercourse.


Yes, at some point in your life you had heard some innuendos, rumours of what birds and bees can apparently get up to and honestly this had your curiosity piqued. So who better to ask than your family right? Anyone. Literally anyone.

Well Bruce was hardly about so you went hunting the Manor for the next best person you could find. Your first destination was the library, it was the closest area and you wanted to avoid the Batcave for the moment - after all if the birds and bees were something bad you didn’t want to question your father about it and your brothers would save you from getting into trouble once they gave you the basics.
Luckily for you Damian was in the library lounging on the couch reading a book, he’d probably know so you jumped on the couch next to him ready to ask.

“Yes (y/n)?” Damian started, not exactly sparing you a glance but acknowledged your presence none the less.
“Do you know about the birds and the bees? You know, what they do and the talk?” You innocently began, hoping for some answers.
“I don’t understand why they’d be associated with each other, birds and bees cannot interbreed (y/n). They’re different species.” Damian responded monotonously, still reading his book.
“That’s what I said but I think there’s more to it Dami…” You commented, throwing you hands up in exasperation due to the lack of answers received from your brother. Though he had been in the League of Assassins for the majority of his life and you doubted they had many bees there, and the birds were probably used for target practice.
“How so little sister?” Damian continued, now interested in your sudden intense ‘thinking face’.
“It’s to do with ‘mating’ - I’ve gathered that much. I should ask the others. I’ll be back Dami, don’t worry.” You called, already getting off of the couch setting your new destination as the Batcave.
“Enlighten me when you return. This is a strange custom I’m not familiar with.” Damian responded to which you nodded and ran out of the room.

Racing through the Manor you got to your fathers study and entered the Batcave from there, again it wasn’t deserted with Tim occupying the vicinity and your father just returning from patrol.
“Daddy!” You yelled as you ran in and hugged him.
“Hey, what are you doing running about the Manor?” He inquired, it was late after all.
“Trying to get some answers.” You commented, whilst trudging over to the Bat Computer.
“Then maybe I can help.” Batman suggested, removing his cowl expectantly.
“What do the birds and the bees do?” You continued curiously, watching your fathers neutral expression falter for a moment and Tims light laughter in the background.
“Uh - they refer to people, who like each other… and…” Bruce started, unsure of how to answer. This was not something he particularly wanted to discuss and had never had to tell a daughter considering most of his children already knew and if not he’d told the boys at young ages - never had he had to explain this to a young girl.

“It’s all to do with sex, that’s the appropriate terminology but ‘birds and the bees’ sounds nicer I suppose.” Bruce continued after you refused to accept his previous answer.
“Okay then w-” You pushed further, wanting the full details of what this was but Bruce noticed and quickly interrupted.
“Can’t answer right now, I have to go on patrol.” He instantly cut in pulling on his cowl.
“Wait but you just got back!” You called out.
“I know but my work is never done, you know that.” He explained, placing a kiss to your forehead and disappearing in the Batmobile.
You stood with your arms folded staring at the exit to the Batcave when Tim joined you.
“He’s not coming back anytime soon is he?” You asked the teen standing beside you, keeping your eyes focussed on the exit.
“Nope.” Tim shook his, his features still holding an amused expression whilst you let out a long sigh and looked up to your older ‘brother’.
“Tim what’s sex?”

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docloudscomeinpurple  asked:

i know damian isn't really a "normal" child and wasn't really exposed to normal child things....but i think the batfam still tries? idk. i have this mental image of him reading proulst or dostoyevsky on an ipad while holding a stuffed animal that tim gave him.

Of course they’re going to try but Damian isn’t a normal child and never will be. I’m not saying they should stop treating him like he’s a young boy, because he is, but they just need to tailor their approach to suit him.

When talking, they need to treat him as an intelligent equal but also make clear that some cases will be kept away from him (“I don’t care what horrors you’ve seen young man, you’re not dealing with this serial rapist”)

I like the idea of bedtime stories but yeah they’d be reading old dry classic literature and Damian would fall asleep in the middle of arguements with his father on how these Sherlock Holmes stories are outdated and a poor example to model himself after.

The older siblings like to play with Dami but they incorporate into their unique lifetsyle. Parkour gaes of tag across Gotham’s skyline, ‘playful’ wrestling amounting to spars down in the cave. Dick and Alfred probably do little scavenger hunts within the Manor and Gotham, challenging Damian mentally and allowing the boy to excuse the “fun” as a training excercise. But that doesn’t mean he still isn’t enjoying himself

Bruce's four stages of fatherhood

Stage one
When Dick first arrived and a shout, scream or crash disrupted the quiet of the manor Bruce was up and out of his chair. He was pretty sure he had gone into Tacycardia as he yelled for Alfred whilst running to the boy’s aid.

Stage two
Jason came along. Whenever the momentary quiet was disrupted by shouts, screams or crashes, Bruce’s pulse still rose significantly. Rising from his chair he went off in search of his sons to see what the problem was. He’d call for Alfred if required i.e broken bones.

Stage three
Tim joined the clan but by now Bruce had mellowed slightly. The sporadic quiet of the manor was interrupted by shouts, screams or crashes, he would lower his paper and call out if everything was alright. If he got a reply he’d remain where he was, only moving if the noise continued. On occasion, he called Alfred.

Stage four.
Shouts, screams, crashes and death threats no longer are a just cause to move Bruce from his chair. By the time Damian comes along, the man merely sighs and adds a shot of whiskey to his coffee and pretends his name’s not ‘BRRRRRUCE!!!’
And it definitely not ‘BRRUCE MAKE HIM STOP!!!’

Now it is the silence that sends Bruce into heart failure. There’s nothing more terrifying than a deathly silence when he knows all four of his sons are home and awake. Like seriously, it’s what he hallucinates when Scarecrow gives him a dose of Fear Toxin nowadays. Silence.

Within seconds Bruce is up and scouring the manor, terrified of what on earth the boys are up to this time. Alfred is already on the hunt.

Last time the manor was quiet?
Tim had made a replica of the Death Star - with lasers- apparently he wanted authenticity.

Me if I were in choices:
  • <p> <b>The freshman:</b> Edgar, like literally Edgar. Always talking about things he's obsessed with and nobody cares.<p/><b>The sophomore:</b> Rachel... I mean listen it doesn't get to the point of having cockroaches around but I am messy yeah... ya get my point<p/><b>Most Wanted:</b> Mirasol, so done with my friends but love them at the same time.<p/><b>Endless summer:</b> the not cute or smart version of Grace. Extra awkward.<p/><b>Rules of Engagement:</b> The nerdy twin but minus the smart part.<p/><b>The crown and the flame:</b> LOL they're all so awesome to be me.<p/><b>Lovehacks:</b> A mix between Cole and Serena.<p/><b>The hunting of braidwood manor:</b> Main character for being so curious and getting myself in trouble as a result.<p/><b>The Royal Romance:</b> A not cute version of Maxwell.<p/><b>Hero:</b> The pile of trash that was in the latest chapter.<p/></p>

Prompt ~ Arkham knight Jason Todd x reader. So reader has history with Jason and was heartbroken from losing him. But when city of fear hit she finds him and when he convinces her to leave for her own safety she ends up coming back meeting him on a rooftop where she says she can’t leave him, never again, she brings her over and holds her from behind where they share the iconic kiss

“Bruce you can’t be fucking serious.” You glared at Bruce who looked beyond pissed.

“You’re going to stay with Alfred, don’t even think you’re going out there.” Bruce stated with his nostrils flared.

“You let Nightwing help, am I not good as Golden Boy?” You spat, slamming your hand on your desk in anger.

“I can’t lose you too.” Bruce said in a softer tone, the whole night had been hectic. Barbara was dead, Tim wasn’t answering, Nightwing was dealing with Penguins caches, Scarecrow was planning to let our fear toxin all over Gotham, people in the city had been evacuated, and you were stuck with Alfred trying to find any background on the Arkham Knight.

“I’m not unstable any more Bruce, it’s been years since his death.” You added, Jason’s death had taken a huge toll on you. You were depressed for months and once you saw the tape of him getting shot you lost it, you ran away from the manor and hunted down the Joker. You tortured the Joker just as he did to Jason, Bruce and Dick had found your hide out and stopped you from killing the douche. You knew deep down what you did was wrong but you didn’t regret a thing. So once you found out Joker died you were beyond ecstatic, Bruce even let you back out on the field. He had punished you for your actions which pissed you off but you had made amends with him, little by little you built up your relationship with Bruce again and even helped him train Tim even though you despised the kid at first.

“I’m not going to do anything bad, I’m just gonna go patrol and see if I find anything suspicious.” You pleaded. Alfred rolled his eyes already knowing how this was going to end.

“Fine, but you will contact me or Alfred if anything seems out of the ordinary and you will not take on any of the militia, understood?” Bruce instructed with a stern tone, you nodded your head anxiously and shut off the cam.

“I suppose you’ll be needing this?” Alfred handed you your mask, “Thank you Alfred.” You quickly slipped it on a small smile making its way on your face.

 Driving through the streets of Gotham was something you always enjoyed, the feeling of the wind blowing your hair back and not having to worry about the speed limits since no one was gonna tell vigilante off. It was a good way to clear your mind but tonight it was none of these, there were no cars and other motorcycles it was lonely. It felt wrong, it made your skin crawl and made you anxious, just waiting for something to happen. Just as you were about to take a right turn you were knocked of your motorcycle by a tank.

“Shit.” You groaned as you rolled clumsily to the ground, your motorcycle crashed into a building, but that’s not what worried you. It was the man standing before you that was speeding up your heart rate.

“Y/N?” The Arkham Knight stepped closer to you, you backed up, “How do you know my name?” You stood up, ignoring the pain your legs.

“Who are you?” You questioned as he cornered you, “Not yet.” He replied, “Bats is gonna be pissed.” You kicked him on his chest making him stumble back, you landed a solid punch on his helmet. In his distracted moment you tried to escape but he grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled you back with so much force you landed on the ground.

“Stop.” He growled as he pinned you down, you thrashed in his hold, “Fuck off.” You spat back trying to kick him off. “Still stubborn I see.” He twirled a strand of your hair, it was an action that was familiar to you and comforting, but right now it was pissing you off.

“You’re still as beautiful as I remember.” He continued, you barred your teeth at him, “Shut up!” You screeched as he began to peal your mask of slowly, revealing your Y/E/C eyes full of fear.

“You son of a bi-” You shut yourself up as he clicked a button on his helmet, it slowly began to reveal his face. That’s when you spotted the scar, the scar that the monster had bestowed on him.

Jason?” You whispered vulnerably, tears began to pour out your eyes, “You’re alive?”

“I missed your eyes.” Jason wiped your tears with his gloved hand, “God I missed you so much.” His eyes bore into yours, his blue eyes looked sadder than you remember but they still looked breathtaking.

“It’s you, oh my god, it’s you.” You sobbed, his grip on your arms loosened, you slipped out his grip and cupped his face.

“He took you away from me, I wanted to kill him. I was so close, but now you’re here. How? I saw you die?” You asked, he pulled you up from the ground but still held you in his arms.

“He thought I died, I was able to escape.” Jason answered his eyes scanning your face desperately.

“Why are you working with Scarecrow?” You’re eyes hardened, “Bruce has to pay.” Jason’s sweet demeanor changed, his tone darker.

“Jason, Bruce mourned over you.”

“No he fucking didn’t! He let the piece of shit live and he even fucking replaced me. Are you seriously taking his side?” He screamed at you his eyes full of rage.

“I’m not defending him, but you were his son. He didn’t replace you dammit, Tim wanted to be Robin. Bruce changed and he wasn’t the same, Tim wanted to help him and he gave Bruce hope. They searched for you and they got the tape, I was depressed for months and they wouldn’t let me look for you. I got so mad with Bruce and when he showed me the tape I told him how much I hated him and I ran away! You can’t do this.” You said, your eyebrows knitting together.

Jason’s eyes watered, “I’m sorry, that monster changed me and I’m not mentally stable. You need to leave the city.” Jason pulled you into his chest.

“Scarecrow is going to release the toxin soon, you need to go.” Jason cupped your face, rubbing circles on your cheeks.

“Jason you can’t do this-”

“Please Y/N, I have to fix this.” You nodded your head slowly, he smiled at you, god you thought you would never see his smile again.

His glanced down at your lips, “Can I?” You nodded your head again, he locked your lips with his. It felt different from all your other kisses with him, it was needy and passionate. His lips were still soft and molded perfectly with yours and it made your knees weak, just as you pulled away you placed a tracker on his back.

“I love you.” Your lips were only centimeters apart, foreheads touching. “I love you too.” He kissed you one more time, you pulled back and grappled your way through the city back to your apartment. Bruce wasn’t going to be happy but you believed in Jason, even if he wasn’t mentally stable you knew he would fix everything.

You hated Metropolis, nothing eventful seemed to happen here and if something did happen another superhero would deal with it, no doubt one of the Kents. You only been here for a few hours and you were already tired of the city, Bruce hadn’t even tried to contact you. Alfred did and you just told him nothing was going on and to not worry. You were starting to regret leaving Gotham but you didn’t want to upset Jason.

“Fuck it.” You grappled back down to the ground from the skyscraper you were on and hopped onto your new motorcycle that Luscious has sent you. You quickly speed to Gotham, you had to get there because if something happened and you didn’t even try to stop it you would hate yourself for it.

Just as you entered Gotham your jaw dropped, people were already flooding back into the city. But that wasn’t what shocked you, the footage on the big screen showed Bruce with his cowl off, it kept replaying and it made your stomach drop.

“Y/N?” You parked your motorcycle, Bruce’s hologram appearing on your cam, “Bruce? What happened, I’m sorry I couldn’t-”

“Jason told me.” Your eyes widened at the mention of Jason’s name, “I don’t blame you, but protocol Nightfall is about to begin.”

“Bruce you can’t be serious, there has to be another way-”

“I have to do this to protect all of you, this won’t be the last time we see each other.” Bruce’s eyes bored into your masked ones, “You promise?” You bit your lip trying to hold your sobs, “I promise.”

“I love you, dad.” You smiled sadly at him, your heart breaking at the thought of how hurt he must feel, “I love you too.” He smiled back at you one last time and shut his cam off.

“Jason…” You mumbled, you needed to find him. You clicked a button on your gauntlet revealing where he was, he wasn’t far he was still in the city. You hopped off your motorcycle and grappled towards the skyscrapers. You ran across buildings heading towards the east side of Gotham.

After a long time you finally got closer to him, from the distance you spotted a shining red helmet. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at the new look.

“Jason!” You screamed, the figure turned around, you sprinted and jumped on him. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling.

“Is it you?” You asked.

“Of course it’s me if it wasn’t I would have dropped you.” He chuckled as he put you down.

“I told you to stay out of Gotham it’s still dangerous especially after what happened.” He took of his helmet revealing his thick black unruly hair.

“I can’t leave you, not again.” You went near the edge of the skyscraper, looking at the city down below once again full of life.

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” Jason’s chest pressed up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“I don’t care right now, just kiss me.” You turned your head slightly to meet his lips, this was just the start of new hectic chapter of life but right now you didn’t care, right now everything felt right in his arms.

anonymous asked:

Move over Casper, Ghost!Jason would be the actual friendliest ghost. Haunting Wayne manor and Dick's apartment and pranking the Batfam with spooky hijinx.

Jason drifted aimlessly through the halls of Wayne Manor. “God who knew being dead was so BORING!” he shouted the last part. Alfred in the kitchen looked up from a pot of soup he was making. “Hmmm” he said to himself as Jason clapped his hands over his mouth. “sorry” he whispered. The worst part of being dead, other than the fact no one could hear him, was that the rules were very unclear. 

Some days Jason could drift right through walls no problem, other days he banged right into them. Most of the time he could fly, but a few times he’d been stuck walking around. How much he could effect the world seemed to change day to day hour to hour. Once he’d tried to walk through the table and end upending Bruce’s water glass into his lap, which was pretty funny. 

“So Master Jason” Alfred’s voice was conversational and light. “How was your day today?” Jason shifted uncomfortably. This was the oddest part of being dead. Alfred talked to him, Jason knew Alfred couldn’t see or hear him but he wondered if maybe Alfred could feel him. “Um well you know Alfie, hunting the manor, it’s pretty boring” It was awkward talking to someone who couldn’t hear him but he felt bad not talking back when he caught Alfred doing it. “Hm I imagine it would be” Alfred said adding a pinch of something to the soup. 

Jason tried not to shiver, most of the time their conversations didn’t match up, but some times Alfred got it so right Jason had to wonder if Alfred could hear him. “Um how are you doing? mean with um this” Jason waved helpless to indicate his death. Alfred let out a sigh and moved the wooden spoon around the soup pot for before answering. “Oh as well as can be expected, I do miss you, not that you ever go away.” Alfred looked over his shoulder almost directly at Jason. “Master Bruce is…. struggling” he went on and Jason looked at his feet stuffed into the green pixie boots. 

“I’m really sorry” Jason said quietly. “You don’t have anything to say sorry for master Jason” Alfred said still not looking up from the soup. “Master Bruce doesn’t believe in a here after like I do. Stubborn, always has been, meets gods and aliens and at least one ghost still refuses to believe in life after death” Jason looked down and they both didn’t say anything for a long time. 

“well soup’s done” Alfred turned off the burner. Jason looked up “it needs more salt” he said, Alfred always forgot that. “ah yes” Alfred reached up and grabbed the salt. Jason drifted up next to him and watched him shake some salt into the pot. Alfred looked up and looked straight at him, through him. “You hurry back, Master Jason” then without another word he started ladling out soup into bowls and a moment later he was gone out of the kitchen leaving Jason rooted to the spot. 

anonymous asked:

Every noble residence in ASOIAF appears to be a castle or fortifified watchtower. Where are all the hunting lodges and manors? Can we infer that they exist but that GRRM keeps them off-screen for the sake of simplicity/high-fantasy aesthetic?

Yeah, I think it’s off-screen. 

maytheamazing  asked:

Hal totally played D&D in high school. And when Hal discovers none of the Batfam have ever played it he gathers up all his old character sheets and books (4th gen probly, or he might go buy some 5th because it's the newest and easier for beginners) and dice, then takes over that one really long table in the manor. He huntes down every bat and makes them play D&D with him because they are basically real life D&D characters how could they NOT play??

And Bruce comes home to this scene:

His boyfriend swearing in Hebrew at Damian. Damian cursing back. Dick and Jason were studying a character sheet, with Babs and Steph agruging about a certain character in one of the books.

Cass is eating popcorn.

Alfred is watching with a smile on his face. The Bats were bonding.

And that was how D&D game night came about in the Batfamily

anonymous asked:

Re. The hunting lodges/manors of the nobility - In the normal run of things (if such a thing even exists), would it then be normal for a lord to spend great lengths of time at such places, moving his whole court/family there with him?

Hunting lodges were seasonal dwellings, meant to hold the lord and his coterie during the hunting season for whatever animal was in good supply (deer, boar, birds, etc.). 

Manors were more commonly the permanent dwellings of the nobility than castles. Castles were expensive military fortifications, required royal license, and usually not well-suited for civilian use, although one has to make a significant exception for the castles raised by the upper nobility who could afford to splash out for deluxe castles that could do both. 

Giraffes are very dangerous animals. They could hurt you seriously very quickly.

Sabrina Corgatelli, giraffe killer.

It’s true, giraffes are a menace

Here we see a gang of giraffes breaking into a home.

This one is threatening to take this child’s hand off if the lady doesn’t give it what it wants.

This giraffe is getting ready to take all the pizzas this man has without paying for them.

This giraffe is forcing this man to smile for the camera so the world will continue to think giraffes are just docile plant eaters. 


mitkitty  asked:

She wasn't exactly sure how she got here, or what was going on. But she'd been told what to do. "Trainer Eliza, time to play."


| Upon speaking the words, the owner hands you the supplies and seems to disappear with a sinister grin. The grounds become unusually silent as the gates slam shut. The hunt is on. |

The bracelet you have been given gives off a faint glow once donned. It seems your future partner is due either northeast or north. The northeastern path leads to a rather daunting ruin, several broken down excavation machines sit just outside. The northern path leads to a looming old manor. Ivy curls around the pillars outside, and faint candlelight can be seen in the windows. Where will you go?

> The Ruins

> The Manor


Kôna: Day One Trailer & Details

Kôna is an episodic and narrative-driven interactive tale in which the player faces many mysteries and challenges in a wintry rural environment in the year 1970. You incarnate Carl Faubert, a war veteran now private detective who must travel to Atamipek Lake in Northern Canada to solve a simple, yet lucrative case. Your client is a rich industrialist and copper mine magnate who goes by the name of W. Hamilton. The latter accuses the local Cree community of vandalizing and stealing from his summer residence and hunting manor. The Crees are no friends to Hamilton, as they accuse him of destroying sacred lands for the sole purpose of increased profits. From driving to shooting to scene-searching, Kôna combines the atmosphere and immersion of a modern survival title with the deep storytelling and puzzle-solving aspects of a traditional adventure game. By blending and wrapping several gameplay mechanics around its scenario, the game aims to blur the lines that define today’s genres.


●   Step into an interactive tale of mystery and investigate the perplexing quietness in the entire town

●   Explore a vast, frigid Northern environment and battle the elements to survive

●   Complete the first of four episodes, each offering one to two hours of play

●   Immerse yourself fully with VR compatibility

●   Enjoy the atmospheric soundtrack featuring music by Quebec folk band Curé Label

●   Experience the tale through the omniscient, third-person storyteller

●   Go back in time with a vintage look and feel reminiscent of 1970s rural communities