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The Justice League meet Nightwing
I've read every one of these fics I could find and I need more, so in a random burst of inspiration I wrote five pages of a semi-okay fanfic for the JL meet the batfam. Not sure if I should post the whole thing so this is a test to see if anyone wants to read it.
word count: 555
It hadn’t been on purpose, really.
He swore it.
But… well.
When your dad is Batman you grow up in a very paranoid house.
He was off-world (again) on some league business and so it was up to his children to take care of Gotham. Gotham has always been a cruel mistress.
It was then that some of his fathers less… intelligent co-workers had decided to show up.
Now it wasn’t like these people were stupid, they were pretty smart actually, Barry was a forensic chemist for God’s sake! But he lacked certain street-smarts that could only be achieved if you lived in Gotham.
So, he and Hal Jorden had decided that ‘when the cats away, the mice come to play’ or in this case; when the bats away, the metas come to play. Though Hal technically isn’t a meta.
He had only done his job! He was there to protect the innocent children who thought Gotham was a playground, who didn’t realise how truly terrifying she could be, metas especially. Most of them relied too heavily on their powers, they don’t think mere mortals stand a chance at actually hurting them.
They of course have never been struck with fear gas.
“No metas in Gotham,” he had growled, in much the same way Batman does.
They had both jumped, looking like headless chickens as they spun around to try and find him. Even with his blue stripes, the darkness settled over him like a cloak, protecting him.
“Isn’t Batman supposed to be off-world?” Hal had whispered to Barry, both of them clearly spooked.
He still smiles at the thought.
“No metas in Gotham,” he had repeated again, stepping out of the shadows so they could see him.
“Who are you?” Barry had been the first to speak, speedsters, always in a hurry.
“Nightwing, no metas in Gotham,” it seemed to be the only thing he had said the whole day, you should think they were five with how many times he had to repeat himself.
“We thought Batman was the only vigilante in Gotham!” Barry had said, and that made him laugh.
The kind of laugh that made him crouch and heave for breath, the kind of laugh that only jokers gas could cause.
“You shouldn’t be here if you don’t even know half of Gotham’s protectors,” because that’s what they were- are.
Gotham is a cruel mistress who will swallow you whole, but she is their cruel mistress.
“This is the last time I’ll repeat myself, no. Metas. In. Gotham.” They had seemed to get the memo, rushing out of the city. Probably going up to the watchtower to tell the rest of the league about their encounter.
He should’ve been more careful.
Because now he was here, in the cave, listening to Batman.
“Do you know how hard it is to protect you guys and keep you hidden from a group of superheroes who work in space!?” At least this was Batman scolding Nightwing, not Bruce scolding Richard.
He shudders at the thought of Bruce using his actual name.
“I’m sorry dad, but I couldn’t just have them galavanting through Gotham!”
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Jason snicker at him, stuffing his mouth with popcorn, clearly enjoying the fact that he isn’t the one being scolded.
Traitor.
Ask and you shall recieve:
Bruce is a patient man, he has to be, being the father of six to God-knows-how-many children takes a certain level of patience.
Especially when one of them decided it would be fun to adopt a cow and another decided that they should dress said cow up in a Batman costume.
But that was yesterday, today, he has to sit through a meeting with his coworkers.
“So… me and Hal thought that, well since you were off-world, we thought that- thought that you might, maybe, want someone patrolling Gotham, for you,” Flash started, voice fiddling out at the end. Batman grunted in reply.
“We met Nightwing,” Green Lantern says, cutting off Flash’s ramblings.
“I heard.” If his kids saw him now they would be dying of laughter, even Duke would be rolling around on the floor right next to Stephanie, sweet innocent Duke who was normally too polite to laugh at anything Bruce did. Barely a month and his children had already corrupted him.
At least Damien wouldn’t be laughing.
He might be threatening to kill them though.
Bruce couldn’t decide if that was better or worse, did that make him a bad parent?
“Who is he? Why is he allowed in Gotham? Do you work together? I thought you worked alone?” Flash. Always with the rapid-fire questions, it was a speedster thing, Bruce decided in his mind.
“Clearly,” Batman lowered his voice slightly, the low growl he had spent years perfecting clear, “I don’t.”
And no more was said about that subject.
---
When you say you’re part of a team of superheroes who protect the world from threats, some people take that as a challenge, instead of going “yay, if Aliens attack we might not die!” they go “wanna bet?” and so the Justice League gets caught in situations like these, where some villain decides that their big debut into the crime scene will be to kill the Justice League.
This is, of course, a very good debut. Would make everyone fear you and set the whole world into a state of panic.
But they always seem to underestimate how powerful Gods, aliens and metas can be when working together.
Except for maybe this guy, who currently had Flash, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Superman, J’onn and Batman placed right in front of a bomb.
And none of them could do anything about it.
Superman was slowly dying from blood poisoning and if they didn’t get the dagger out of his stomach within the next five minutes, there was no saving him.
Of course, this wasn’t the immediate concern as the bomb was going to explode in four minutes.
“It has been… an honour,” Diana says, coughing up blood.
They all nod solemnly, everyone saying their last words.
Everyone except Batman.
His face seems expressionless, but a new grey hair can be found slowly growing.
For those who don’t speak bat, he’s saying please don’t do something crazy and stupid.
It’s the expression he makes before every gala as he looks at Jason, Tim, Stephanie and Barbara talk.
The villain has already fled, same with all of his henchmen, so all they can do is stare at the ticking clock and pray.
But then a figure swoops down and lands on the bomb, quickly disabling it before pulling the knife out of Superman.
Getting him to hold a cloth to the wound as they wait for his super healing to kick in.
The figure, Red Robin, helps all of them out of their chains.
Pointedly skipping Batman before coming back to him in the end.
“In and out, he said, it won’t take long, he said, you aren’t needed, he said,” he starts, arms folded.
“Red-” he holds up a hand, not yet done speaking.
“Oracle doesn’t need to be on comms, he said, you’ll only get in the way, he said,” Red Robin says, continuing his rambling for what seems like forever.
At some point Diana frees Batman from his chains, he grunts a thanks at her, not really listening to Red Robin anymore.
“Did you get him?” He interrupts him, ignoring the looks the rest of the league is giving them.
“Hood has him in police custody,”
“Uhm, excuse me,” Superman says, ever the polite farmboy even as he’s bleeding out.
“Who are you?” his healing seems to kick in.
“Red Robin.” And then he’s jumping up into the air, disappearing into the shadows.
The Justice League meet Nightwing
I've read every one of these fics I could find and I need more, so in a random burst of inspiration I wrote five pages of a semi-okay fanfic for the JL meet the batfam. Not sure if I should post the whole thing so this is a test to see if anyone wants to read it.
word count: 555
It hadn’t been on purpose, really.
He swore it.
But… well.
When your dad is Batman you grow up in a very paranoid house.
He was off-world (again) on some league business and so it was up to his children to take care of Gotham. Gotham has always been a cruel mistress.
It was then that some of his fathers less… intelligent co-workers had decided to show up.
Now it wasn’t like these people were stupid, they were pretty smart actually, Barry was a forensic chemist for God’s sake! But he lacked certain street-smarts that could only be achieved if you lived in Gotham.
So, he and Hal Jorden had decided that ‘when the cats away, the mice come to play’ or in this case; when the bats away, the metas come to play. Though Hal technically isn’t a meta.
He had only done his job! He was there to protect the innocent children who thought Gotham was a playground, who didn’t realise how truly terrifying she could be, metas especially. Most of them relied too heavily on their powers, they don’t think mere mortals stand a chance at actually hurting them.
They of course have never been struck with fear gas.
“No metas in Gotham,” he had growled, in much the same way Batman does.
They had both jumped, looking like headless chickens as they spun around to try and find him. Even with his blue stripes, the darkness settled over him like a cloak, protecting him.
“Isn’t Batman supposed to be off-world?” Hal had whispered to Barry, both of them clearly spooked.
He still smiles at the thought.
“No metas in Gotham,” he had repeated again, stepping out of the shadows so they could see him.
“Who are you?” Barry had been the first to speak, speedsters, always in a hurry.
“Nightwing, no metas in Gotham,” it seemed to be the only thing he had said the whole day, you should think they were five with how many times he had to repeat himself.
“We thought Batman was the only vigilante in Gotham!” Barry had said, and that made him laugh.
The kind of laugh that made him crouch and heave for breath, the kind of laugh that only jokers gas could cause.
“You shouldn’t be here if you don’t even know half of Gotham’s protectors,” because that’s what they were- are.
Gotham is a cruel mistress who will swallow you whole, but she is their cruel mistress.
“This is the last time I’ll repeat myself, no. Metas. In. Gotham.” They had seemed to get the memo, rushing out of the city. Probably going up to the watchtower to tell the rest of the league about their encounter.
He should’ve been more careful.
Because now he was here, in the cave, listening to Batman.
“Do you know how hard it is to protect you guys and keep you hidden from a group of superheroes who work in space!?” At least this was Batman scolding Nightwing, not Bruce scolding Richard.
He shudders at the thought of Bruce using his actual name.
“I’m sorry dad, but I couldn’t just have them galavanting through Gotham!”
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Jason snicker at him, stuffing his mouth with popcorn, clearly enjoying the fact that he isn’t the one being scolded.
Traitor.
Please, I need more "The justice league realises Batman is just a tired dad with a bazillion kids"
So....
Red Hood is caught by the league and seems more annoyed than anything else. Batman is off-world and is rushing back to make sure that whatever they do, he DOESN’T get sent to Arkham. Too bad the rest of the family arrives before he does and suddenly the league has to deal with strangers protecting a known criminal.
Batman is hurt, that's normal though, what isn't normal is the hoard of children who are all coming in through the Zeta.
The Batfam are bored and decide that breaking into the Watchtower and beating up the JL when they get caught is the best way to cure the boredom. Batman is not happy.
The next time isn’t anyone’s fault per se.
Jason was hungry, this wasn’t uncommon by any means, but this was the first time he was hungry and didn’t have any food.
He could’ve gone shopping like any normal person, or even gone to the manor and asked Alfred for food, but Jason had been at the manor earlier that day and he had a reputation to uphold. And he had recently spent way too much money on a sparkling bathtub, so he decided to break into the watchtower and steal some of their food.
Was it even breaking in if you had a key? Jason didn’t think so, he was just… dropping by. Visiting, if you will.
He had been quite sneaky, no one had noticed him going in and nobody would’ve noticed him going out. But then a robotic voice announced that Green Arrow had arrived.
They both pointed at each other, looking like the spider-man meme, and then Oliver decided to shoot him with an arrow.
Jason had, naturally, caught it but then it exploded in his hand with some kind of gas.
Of course, he was wearing his helmet so it didn’t do much but it did make him briefly lose sight of where the other was.
And then the robotic voice announced that Flash had entered the building and he was being tied to a stool.
“Great, B is gonna kill me,” he grunted. You can’t just break into the watchtower whenever you want because you’re hungry! You have access for emergencies only, Batman’s voice yelled.
He already had a headache.
“How did you get here?” Oliver started, voice imitating Batman in a way that made Jason snicker.
“I, uh, Zeta’d.” They couldn’t see it, but he was smiling under his mask.
“How does a Gotham crime lord have access to the Zeta stream?” Flash asked.
“Crime lord? You guys really are clueless about what happens in Gotham,”
“We’ve seen you in the papers-” Green arrow said, interrupted by Jason’s snort and a quiet boomer.
“We know who you are,” he finished, undeterred by what Jason had said, that was—of course—because he didn’t know what boomer meant.
“Listen, I was just about to leave,” Jason said, finally breaking out of the rope he had been tied up with. He tapped the side of his helmet to ping Red Robin in case he didn’t make it.
That sounds like he’s going to die.
“It’s been nice chatting but, I gotta go, bye!” And then he’s back-flipping away in something that reminds him so much of Dick that he feels a little sick.
Or maybe that’s just because he’s backflipped five times and is starting to get dizzy.
With a wave, he’s gone.
The Justice League meet Nightwing
I've read every one of these fics I could find and I need more, so in a random burst of inspiration I wrote five pages of a semi-okay fanfic for the JL meet the batfam. Not sure if I should post the whole thing so this is a test to see if anyone wants to read it.
word count: 555
It hadn’t been on purpose, really.
He swore it.
But… well.
When your dad is Batman you grow up in a very paranoid house.
He was off-world (again) on some league business and so it was up to his children to take care of Gotham. Gotham has always been a cruel mistress.
It was then that some of his fathers less… intelligent co-workers had decided to show up.
Now it wasn’t like these people were stupid, they were pretty smart actually, Barry was a forensic chemist for God’s sake! But he lacked certain street-smarts that could only be achieved if you lived in Gotham.
So, he and Hal Jorden had decided that ‘when the cats away, the mice come to play’ or in this case; when the bats away, the metas come to play. Though Hal technically isn’t a meta.
He had only done his job! He was there to protect the innocent children who thought Gotham was a playground, who didn’t realise how truly terrifying she could be, metas especially. Most of them relied too heavily on their powers, they don’t think mere mortals stand a chance at actually hurting them.
They of course have never been struck with fear gas.
“No metas in Gotham,” he had growled, in much the same way Batman does.
They had both jumped, looking like headless chickens as they spun around to try and find him. Even with his blue stripes, the darkness settled over him like a cloak, protecting him.
“Isn’t Batman supposed to be off-world?” Hal had whispered to Barry, both of them clearly spooked.
He still smiles at the thought.
“No metas in Gotham,” he had repeated again, stepping out of the shadows so they could see him.
“Who are you?” Barry had been the first to speak, speedsters, always in a hurry.
“Nightwing, no metas in Gotham,” it seemed to be the only thing he had said the whole day, you should think they were five with how many times he had to repeat himself.
“We thought Batman was the only vigilante in Gotham!” Barry had said, and that made him laugh.
The kind of laugh that made him crouch and heave for breath, the kind of laugh that only jokers gas could cause.
“You shouldn’t be here if you don’t even know half of Gotham’s protectors,” because that’s what they were- are.
Gotham is a cruel mistress who will swallow you whole, but she is their cruel mistress.
“This is the last time I’ll repeat myself, no. Metas. In. Gotham.” They had seemed to get the memo, rushing out of the city. Probably going up to the watchtower to tell the rest of the league about their encounter.
He should’ve been more careful.
Because now he was here, in the cave, listening to Batman.
“Do you know how hard it is to protect you guys and keep you hidden from a group of superheroes who work in space!?” At least this was Batman scolding Nightwing, not Bruce scolding Richard.
He shudders at the thought of Bruce using his actual name.
“I’m sorry dad, but I couldn’t just have them galavanting through Gotham!”
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Jason snicker at him, stuffing his mouth with popcorn, clearly enjoying the fact that he isn’t the one being scolded.
Traitor.
Might steal this👀👀👀
I see your 'The JLA find out about the army of vigilantes they didn't know about in Gotham' and I raise you everybody except Bruce joins a team outside Gotham and Batman remains a myth. They always mention their dad in passing but everyone assumed he was a civilian until they call him for back up and he arrives in a million dollar stealth jet and proceeds to beat up the villain of the week and lecture his kids on how they should have been able to handle this.